The power comes from Chaldea

Mochizuki Chiyo, alone, fell into deep thought again.

So the god's choice...is to let her be alone?

The surrounding area is still the same as before, but the Godzilla in front of her has disappeared, it seems that she has been switched to another space alone.

In the silence, a voice asked in a deep voice: "...Does Mochizuki know that time and space are forces that only gods can control at the same time. Especially time, it is an intangible and inviolable existence."

Mochizuki Chiyo: ...

Isn't this Fyodor Dostoevsky?

Why did he suddenly turn himself into a mysterious disguise like a voice-over? ?

"But I don't know time or space. The things you said don't seem to have much to do with me." Mochizuki Chiyo raised his index finger and said, "If you have to say it, Mr. Gogol also knows it." The ability to destroy the space, and Mr. Dazai's ability to be invalidated, it can also be said to be a bug-like existence."

It is true that Mochizuki Chiyo was very moved by the other party's persistent missionary spirit, but she has always persisted in her current situation of no belief.

Therefore, it is absolutely impossible to break down one by one!

Fyodor Dostoevsky smiled.

"You have already used this ability unconsciously, Mochizuki."

Knowing that Mochizuki Chiyo already knew it was him, Fyodor hadn't planned to hide himself from the beginning.

He approached Mochizuki Chiyo, stood in front of her and met her eyes.

Mochizuki Chiyo: ...

To be honest, this is actually kind of weird.

But adhering to the strange concept of not easily admitting defeat, Mochizuki Chiyo forced himself to look back.

"You have also begun to understand that you are different. Your...heroic spirits have come to this world after crossing different time and space. So your ability has long been recognized. You have used it." Fyodor raised his hand, and silver light spots like stardust scattered from his palm.

"I really like the feeling that people with the same ability gather together." Fyodor said, "It's very convenient to catch them all at once."

"You have dreamed a lot of dreams with an 80% success rate."

Fyodor shrugged: "So simply speaking, Mochizuki, your existence itself is a lie."

Mochizuki Chiyo suddenly realized.

It's just that Chiyo Mochizuki, who Fyodor Dostoevsky imagined after the collapse of the Three Views, did not appear as he expected.

The black-haired girl clapped her palms, her golden eyes sparkled, and she said joyfully, "That means, the time Hibari Kyouya used to beat me and torture me was all fiction?"

Fyodor Dostoyevsky: ...ha

He couldn't help laughing: "Mochizuki, you think very differently from me. You are really... very interesting."

Mochizuki Chiyo: ...

?

It is forbidden to praise others in a connotative way!

Mochizuki Chiyo: "So, the memory is still true."

The disappointment at this moment was clearly displayed on his face.

But she quickly cleared up her mood: "So who are you?"

The inquiry this time was about Fyodor's position in the incident.

"I..." Fyodor replied slowly, "I am the spokesperson of God."

Mochizuki Chiyo: ...

Well, it looks like this is a fanatic.

Fyodor smiled slightly: "So Mochizuki, do you know your true identity?"

Mochizuki Chiyo:?

"Me? A female high school student, just an ordinary human being."

Fyodor shook his head: "No, you are a piece of the puzzle left by the gods on the earth, and you are the most likely existence to dominate the world. But it is a pity that you have a strong competitor."

As he said, he took out a book from inside the tightly covered cloak, and flipped through it to Mochizuki Chiyo.

Mochizuki Chiyo paused: "...Do you want to express your super achievements in researching the wordless scriptures?"

"This is the 'book' that can change fate.Mochizuki, you already understood, but you just don't want to accept the fact that you are not human. "

Fyodor chuckled: "Then now, it's time for you to return to reality."

The young man's voice fell lightly, and the wordless book in his hand was turned over very quickly in an instant, with a dazzling white light emitting from it.

There is no need for Mochizuki Chiyo to approach, the page will take the initiative to approach Mochizuki Chiyo.

Mochizuki Chiyo was stunned for a moment, and unconsciously raised her fingers that had started to flatten like pages of a book.

"Assimilation has begun."

……

On the other side, the world seems to be cut into a six-sided Rubik's cube, so it is separated by transparent walls and cannot touch each other.

In front of him, Fyodor's new favorite giant beast was moving its body cumbersomely forward.

Judging from the route, they were restricted by the transparent wall, and they would soon be overwhelmed by the weight of this giant beast.

This world line has great restrictions on outsiders like them, and it is difficult for Fujimaru Tachika to imagine how the Alien Star God will act here.

Just now she figured it out—depending on the locals, as long as the soul is well adapted, they will not be rejected by the will of the world.

It can even be reversed, influencing the will of the world.

And Mochizuki Chiyo, who can counteract the repulsion of the world, is not because she is an aborigine of the world, but because it is her will, her will.

It was the result of her struggle against the will of the world.

But the crucial Mochizuki Chiyo was not in front of their eyes at this time.

Fujimaru Tachika paused.

No, not only Mochizuki, but the red-haired boy who seemed to have nothing to do with her disappeared here.

It's really suspicious...

However, preparations have been made in advance. Although Chaldea's research on alien gods is not perfect, it is completely sufficient for expelling outsiders.

... The future of your own world can only be created by yourself.

……

Whoa, whoa, whoa-

Countless white papers flew down from the sky, and Nakahara Nakahara waved away the countless flying pages with one hand, only to find Mochizuki Chiyo wearing a black uniform skirt from the vast expanse of whiteness.

She seemed to be looking at her hands, looking a little dazed.

"Watching the moon..." Nakahara Chuya had just raised his voice, then suddenly lowered his voice, "It's you."

Fyodor's attire is completely enough to make him disappear in the pages of books flying around like snowflakes.

"Chuya-kun, why are you so angry." Fyodor held a red apple, and said in an understated tone: "Mochizuki has chosen to accept the guidance of fate. Then, as you who bear part of the power of the gods, what are you going to do?" What to do?"

Loaded with the power of the gods...

For a long time, this is not what the Central Plains also wants to face.

As the carrier that best integrated with Huangbatu in a certain laboratory, he has long been indistinguishable from Huangbatu.

Zhong Yuanzhong also squeezed his fists and made a move: "You don't need to use filth, it's enough for me to knock you over."

Fyodor Dostoevsky didn't care: "It's useless, you've already consumed too much, and you can't even guarantee complete control over your own will and strength, so how can you resist the will of the world?" ?”

Zhong Yuanzhong also clenched his fists, he knew that in a dirty state, he was as utterly ignorant as a beast.

but--

Fyodor doesn't think his plan will fail.

All the progress, whether it was smooth or not, did not conflict with his thoughts at all, and it just went so smoothly to where he is today.

And as long as the will of the world takes "himself" back, he can realize his long-cherished wish.

— what a pleasure.

?

Zhong Yuanzhong also punched it unceremoniously: "Chiyo, it's human."

Fyodor was caught off guard, he was completely inferior to Nakahara Chuya in terms of physical skills, and rolled twice on the ground with a single thump.

The snow-white cloak suddenly became a little gray, and the originally weak appearance looked even more pitiful.

"Even if your memory is false, do you think so?" The snow-colored youth lay half on the ground, coughed up some cloudy blood softly, and looked at Zhongya Zhongya with half pity and half mockery.

For this kind of absolute power, his ability is really limited everywhere.

Zhong Yuanzhong did not waver: "I know."

Even if all future memories are just illusory illusions, Mochizuki Chiyo, who has been with him, is not an illusory illusion.

Yes, after he solved the riddle of Verlaine's laboratory, Zhong Yuanzhong also woke up from the illusion of ten years later.

He could clearly feel the separation between memory and reality, and he understood more clearly why he hadn't been replaced with himself ten years ago.

Because at this time, he is the original self ten years ago - Nakahara Chuya.

Nakahara Chuya: "But even if I don't have memories of ten years later, I will not change my opinion of Chiyo..."

Fyodor Dostoyevsky: "Well... I really don't like human emotions very much."

He supported his body, and sighed with regret: "It seems that the 20% possibility is about to become a reality. However, Mr. Chuya..."

Fyodor changed the subject, his eyes seemed to have an inorganic indifference, it seemed that even the imminent failure of the plan could not arouse too much emotion in him.

"It's not easy for you to break through the restrictions and come to this space, and it's worth encouraging." Fyodor clapped his hands symbolically, "But the assimilation between Mochizuki and the will of the world is almost over. Also That is to say——her body has been reduced to paper."

"She is Chiyo Mochizuki, not a tool that needs to assimilate with world consciousness." Nakahara also emphasized.

"boom--!!"

The sound of breaking through the air sounded, Fujimaru Tateka waved his hands to drive away the smoke after the explosion, and immediately supported Chuya Nakahara.

Relying on Chaldea's black technology and Yato's teleportation ability as a god, the specific positioning system can be arranged.

Now the power of the followers has been greatly suppressed in this world, and Fujimaru Tateka understands that this can only be because Mochizuki's power has been reduced.

It happened that Dr. Roman contacted her: [Lixiang, the data has been captured.Alien star gods are also not allowed to enter this world. 】

As a human being, if you want to compete with the gods, it is still easy to sink in the end.

But then—

Fujimaru Tachika smiled slightly, her eyes shining like the morning light: "Yes, Mochizuki's fate should have been chosen by herself. And... Chuya-kun, your memories are all real. Just because The chaos of the world line is mixed with the memory of the future. In other words, you are just a voyeur of the future."

Fujimaru Tachika's eyes were firm: "If you fail here, Mochizuki will become one with the book, and then fulfill that man's wish to destroy all mankind."

Fyodor asked back: "Even if... the gods of alien planets have already taken over this world?"

Fujimaru Tachika resolutely rebuffed: "No, this world has not yet been controlled by the alien gods. They just chose to cooperate with the will of the world. In this cage world without gods, Mochizuki holds the only hope."

"It's just a puppet show, and you—"

The orange-haired girl looked directly at Fyodor Dostoevsky, and said firmly and forcefully, "It's just the most tightly bound puppet."

Fyodor chuckled, and it was difficult to see his specific views on Fujimaru Tateka's remarks.

"The world is destroyed, old things are abandoned by the times, and new things are born according to the trend. This is the law, and it is the instruction of the gods. Even a caged world like ours has its own development law."

Fyodor changed the subject: "And, do you really think that Mochizuki didn't do it voluntarily?"

Fujimaru Tachika paused, and immediately turned to look at Mochizuki Chiyo.

The black-haired girl slowly raised her head, and the pages of the book she held in her hands seemed to be in harmony with her.

Fujimaru Tachika called eagerly: "Chiyo——!"

Mochizuki Chiyo smiled gently: "Senior Lixiang, you really are a senior."

...It is Mochizuki Chiyo's own will that is not wrong.

But—this feeling is mixed with some detached complex emotions.

"I saw...the future of this world." Mochizuki Chiyo lowered her head and looked directly at the page in front of her.

... Evolution is sometimes not a good thing for human beings.

In this cage abandoned by the gods, in order to further explore the future, the world lines are actively intertwined with each other, and the branches spread and grow, deriving countless possibilities, but it is difficult to distinguish them from each other.

——The future of this world is already in a deadlock.

The only way, no... can only be said to be a gentle way of dealing with it-is for her to merge with the pages and give up her personality as a human being.

Only when the will of the world can be complete can it be possible to break through the dawn of hope in a dead knot.

But in fact, there is more possibility, as Fyodor expected—destruction.

After the demise, the new forces will drive human evolution and growth to adapt to this messy world.

But no matter which one it is, there is an important prerequisite - the existence of Mochizuki Chiyo must be wiped out.

The girl sighed: "I'm not actually a hero, but it should be very interesting to become a god."

It was really unexpected, but the good thing is that she can just be a high school girl.

Being able to have fun while suffering at this time is also one of Mochizuki Chiyo's rare personal talents.

She held the pages of the book, stood up and smiled slightly: "Then, that's the end of the farewell."

Mochizuki Chiyo turned around, and was about to fall into the black void as if evading, but felt a pair of hands suddenly gripping her wrist tightly.

——"Who asked you to save the world?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also gritted his teeth, and his voice was almost squeezed out of his voice.

The light emanating from the pages of the book almost completely engulfed the two of them, making it difficult to tell what was going on at this time.

The only thing that can be judged is that the distorted scene around is constantly returning to its original appearance. The scene that originally looked like the stars were about to fall gradually turned into a peaceful night.

Fyodor was beaten badly by Nakahara, and at this time he could only pant alone and couldn't move.

The weak Russian sighed: "Yeah, the feeling of making tools is really bad."

Fujimaru Tachika looked at her increasingly transparent palm, and squinted at him: "So it's a 20% victory. Compared with the evil plan, are you interested in writing your experience into a novel?"

"Fiction?" Fyodor raised his eyebrows, "This is not within the scope of my plan. Well, but during the waiting process, I don't want to give it a try."

After all, he has long known that he is just a pawn in the hands of the will of the world.

He squinted his eyes, feeling that his consciousness was gradually fading due to the wound, and he could only vaguely feel that the halo in front of him was getting bigger and bigger.

...Next time, it's time for him to actually implement the plan.

Chuya Nakahara and Chiyo Mochizuki naturally couldn't know the changes in the outside world at this time.

The assimilation has been going on for too long, and Mochizuki Chiyo's body can be regarded as hanging by a thread.

"I'm the real god, Huangbatu. Chiyo, stop joking."

Regardless of his disregard, he poured out all the strength in his body, and the dark red light quickly drew the two of them together.

Nakahara also carefully avoided the paper-shaped body parts of Mochizuki Chiyo that had been assimilated into book pages, and gently embraced her in his arms.

"Since it is the time to decide the fate of the world, it should be the responsibility of the gods."

Mochizuki Chiyo... speechless.

She couldn't help laughing: "...you! I'm also a star seed left by the gods, don't underestimate me at this time... and it's useless if you give up even if you want to, I will hold grudges for a long time. "

"Ah."

"...I always keep my promises."

The light finally engulfed them together, and radiated unscrupulously to the surroundings, sweeping away the entire affected area in the blink of an eye.

Osamu Dazai returned to its original size, spread out his hands and shook them towards the warm and warm white light, then slowly retracted his palms and put them in his pockets.

Yokohama, everything is back to normal.

……

Edogawa Ranpo was very regretful: "So... this is Mochizuki's experience?"

Mochizuki Chiyo took a blank look at him while packing her things: "Yes, and I have repeated this story more than ten times. Besides, even if I don't say anything, you can guess where things are going?"

Edogawa Ranpo stuffed his mouth with snacks: "Ummmmmm... That's why I want to listen to Mochizuki's description."

Mochizuki Chiyo gave him a shudder: "Okay, this is the end of my lively summer vacation. I'm going back to continue my high school career, goodbye, chaotic step~"

...As Ranpo guessed, her life had already stopped on that day.

The current Mochizuki Chiyo is the Mochizuki Chiyo who survived after Chuya Nakahara shared half of his life force...

In a world without gods, he will act as a god.

The girl walked briskly down the stairs carrying her luggage, and smiled slightly at the red-haired young man leaning on the locomotive at the door.

"I'm packed and ready to go, Chuya."