Plural Apostles

It is precisely because it cannot be changed that many intelligent beings yearn for the word "if". In fact, there are some civilizations in many worlds who desire "if" to the point of violating the law. History, and then rubbed against the ground by the empire.

[Dream and reality, truth and falsehood, what you know is true, what you don't know is false, what you know is real, what you don't know is a dream...]

Walking into the ever-changing door like a million-color mirror, such whispers can be faintly heard in my ears. When I listen carefully, I can only understand the meaning, but I can’t tell whether the voice is male or female, old or young, what does it have? Such characteristics, as if the content emerged in my mind, and I was reading it to myself in my own words.

[If, if... is your regret a regret?Is your regret a regret?Do you want what if?The reason why fate is fate is because of your writing...]

The changing light in all directions gradually stabilized, and finally formed a piece of blue sky and land. The distant sky is a blurred background. The land in front of me is actually not the ground, but blank grids. The material of the grids is like ordinary white stones. Each grid is a square of one square meter.

Siegfried looked at the playing field with great interest. He moved his feet and found that he couldn't get out of the range of the square grid, and the other people who came in with him also disappeared.

He already knew what the rules of this game were, but he knew it, so he still wanted to play it with interest.

After all, if it is speculated, in a sense this game is to show a possibility...

The white stone slab under Siegfried's feet showed an undetermined color, and at the same time, his perception was increased, as if accepting the feeling of two completely different places, as if he had two bodies, one playing games, one in the dark...

The perception in the darkness reverberated the voice next to my ear.

[The game begins—do you have any doubts about your life experience? 】

Siegfried smiled: "No."

The darkness gradually faded, the first ray of light fell into the pupils, and the cry of children resounded in the clean ward.

in case……

Teresa thought for a while with a sad face: "No."

Yae Sakura pursed her lips slightly: "No."

Bronya was expressionless: "No."

Hill smiled: "No."

Ai-chan replied curiously: "Yes."

[The game is over - your journey ends here. 】

Ai Jiang walked out of the door that was changing like a million-color mirror with a dazed expression, what the hell?What did I choose wrong?The main god who stayed outside taunted mercilessly: "To deny one's birth is to deny one's own life, don't you understand this? My god sees you, don't call it artificial AI, call it artificial mentally handicapped, haha Ha ha!"

"I'm just curious, what would it be like if I didn't choose!"

The Lord God continued to add taunts: "That's a matter of attitude. If you don't do it, you won't die, hahaha, those who can deny their birth at the first step are either carefree, carefree, or suffering and hatred, see Come on, you're the first."

Maybe only Ai-chan played this event completely as a game, but when he entered the gate, he vaguely felt that this was by no means a simple game, or that it was definitely not the kind of game that he knew that was completely used for self-entertainment. Everyone subconsciously upholds a cautious and serious, perhaps this kind of game is simple entertainment for the true god, but it may not be for mortals.

Deny one's own birth, and what then?Where would you be born?Can you still meet the person you want to meet?Can you still experience those things you don't want to miss?

I don't want to miss it, so I won't choose nothing.

The game is still going on, constantly recreating your own past. When you choose not to, the first stone slab will show a picture of everyone’s birth. The direction of the slate to move, but this movement is carried out by the choice in the game.

Some things in a period of life history are not too entangled and confused, then they will quickly pass by, and each slate will only emerge after being selected.

If I had grown stronger earlier, understood that living sacrifices are nothing more than things to deceive myself, and understood how to change the drought... no, I don't even need to sacrifice and change the drought at all, the sky will naturally rain.

Yae Sakura looked at the real picture, and she practiced wielding a bamboo knife in the Yae Shrine with a bamboo knife. Yae Rin sat on the steps of the shrine and looked at herself curiously.

Strength may not bring happiness, but at least it can allow oneself to actively fight against misfortune...

She made multiple choice questions one by one, allowing her false self to act according to her real self's thoughts, even if it was just a false game, but wasn't the game itself meant to bring happiness?Naturally, you have to think hard, just like letting the ending go to a happy end!

With my talent and half-activated stigmata, I just need to practice swordsmanship hard, and I will be able to have decisive power before that day comes...

However, Yae Sakura overlooked one thing. As a maiden from birth, she is just a little girl. If she wants to show deterrent power, she can only use blood.

On the day when the disaster came, I chose myself who must protect my sister in the screen. After knocking down more than a dozen villagers, I had to pull out my knife to save energy. I had no actual combat experience, and I didn’t want to kill, but I couldn’t take it back. He stopped, took the villagers with a knife, and scolded his father for chopping off the arm holding Ying Chuixue, thus deterring the desperate and seemingly crazy villagers.

Dad can cut off his hands, but can't he kill people?

For a little girl, even with high talent and the most arduous training, there is still a limit, and it is impossible to have her current strength.

Fate took a turn, and Yae Sakura silently watched herself holding Sakura Fubuki, taking her younger sister, and leaving Yae Village with Grandpa Sanji. , on the contrary, there are more changes, it is better to take my sister out to find a doctor to treat her...

In addition, she understood that she didn't have any feelings of father-daughter affection in her heart, so when she made another choice, she would decisively choose to resist, because she didn't believe that her so-called father would have any scruples.

"It seems to be another manifestation of life..."

Yae Sakura smiled, looking at the screen dressed as a samurai, with Sakura Fubuki hanging around her waist, with a somewhat stern temperament, just like what she once thought, leaving the village, not being a witch, and going to travel the world samurai.

With a sense of nostalgia and a desire to make up for regrets, Yae Sakura kept moving on the grid. She knew that she could not calculate all the changes, so she held the simplest idea, as long as I am strong enough, then You can do many things.

For example, to cure Yae Rin's disease, the fate displayed by the game grid is not unreasonably harsh. Yae Sakura has a half-awakened stigmata. As long as she works hard, she can surpass ordinary humans. She watched "herself" in the illusory dream with My younger sister and Grandpa Sanji traveled all over the world, became famous warriors, and found a doctor who cured my younger sister. Everything seemed to be perfect.

Until the arrival of birth, old age, sickness and death——time passed quickly and Yaeyamaji died of old age. This was an irresistible birth, old age, sickness and death at that time, and "I" needed to bring his ashes back to his hometown.

Even if it was fake, the things that surfaced were by no means simply fabricated and fake. It was like showing another fate in the past. The choice she made was indeed from the heart, but when she saw Yae Sanji dying, she suddenly startled.

People are born, old, sick, and die, and they don't live to be more than a hundred years old, but Siegfried was born 500 years later.

Yae Sakura stopped in her tracks, watching "herself" return to Yae Village with the ashes of her younger sister and Grandpa Sanji, and fell into a long thought.

ps: the fate of salted fish is still salted fish

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Is this a game?Forget it, everything is illusory, re-engraving history with great power, starting with birth, and carrying out another game line of choice...