[Spell Fight] Perfect Actor

Long, long ago, there was a Man of Destiny.

She has blond hair that is brighter and more dazzling than the sun, skin that is more delicate than dewy petals, and eyes that are more radiant than the hottest molten lava in the center of the earth.

Her existence itself seems to be the extremely high grace of creation to this chaotic world.

What is even more convincing is that everything she said has become a reality.

The luscious Liquan, the fertile land, the fruit grown from nothing; the beast, the famine or the curse never dared to approach the place where she existed.

People who were shocked and delighted built the most beautiful palace for her, offered the most exquisite offerings, and wove the most dust-free robes to thank her for the blessings from heaven.

They gave her all the love they could give—and even then, there were too many things they could have.

There is nothing she doesn't know, nothing she can't fulfill.

And she never ignored any difficulties they raised.

……

Destiny One, can you please tell us when the curse of the King of Damnation will end?

The god girl in the palace lowered her eyes in pity, and her voice like a breeze took away the haze in people's hearts.

It doesn't matter, she said.Fate has communicated to me about him.

"He will be dealt with by me."

So the gods stepped into the world for them, pacified the disaster, and at the price of their snow-white clothes being stained with the dirtiest things, the purest and selfless love for them disappeared on this land.

This is one version of the story.

-

The two-faced Su Nuo couldn't help being attracted by her the first time she saw the Sixteen Nights Crescent Moon.Not because of her attractive appearance, but because of the corrupt and decadent breath exuding from her bones.

She was like a traveler walking in a dark and corrupt swamp, about to be swallowed by the bottomless black mud, but she turned a blind eye to it.

The object that is enshrined as a god and carefully cared for has never paid attention to those cherished things.

"You want to kill me? For those hypocritical and humble ants?"

"No, it's because of destiny."

The girl, who looked weaker than a bird, seriously corrected his statement, revealing a section of white and tender neck under her raised head, as if it could be broken if she stretched out her hand.

And she couldn't even lift a long knife.

The truth is not much different from what he thought.

This so-called Man of Destiny who is admired by all people doesn't seem to have any intention of continuing to live.

"Anyway, you are the king of curses, so it's okay to be cursed by heaven again?"

The man who was lying on his couch and eating the snacks ordered by his subordinates turned his head critically while saying ridiculous things.

"If you don't kill me, sooner or later you will die in my hands."

He had heard a lot of things like this, and he didn't think it was new.

But he noticed—something that was surreptitiously conveyed, hidden.

"Do you really think you can kill me?"

"In that case, I will die in your hands sooner or later.

Fair enough, isn't it? "

……

of course.

That's fair, thought the King of the Cursed, regaining consciousness.

Even the blood of this woman is warm.The heart was beating slowly but still in his hands, familiar yet unfamiliar.

In the next second, he tightened his fingers like crushing a handful of foam.

Without any hesitation.

There was no resistance at all.

……

"What if there is no such thing as destiny?"

The cursed king lying in a pool of blood stared at the dagger in his hand that was still dripping blood. The crimson that belonged to him on her skirt was the same as the color in her eyes.

The blond girl smiled slightly, whispering the last whisper in his ear with the same well-behaved and gentle voice countless times.

"...I am the destiny."

It's not that God sent her will and she appealed to the world, but because of her will, everything changed.

From the beginning to the end, the gods are playing with the world in the worst posture.

Here's another version of the story.

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As for the third version of the story... what is it?

You remember.

After you set off to relax, you have been to more than one place.

"Helping others is worth more than destroying.

Since Izayoi thinks that doing these things makes no difference to you, why don't you give it a try? "

……

fraud.

A liar who occasionally tells the truth.

You are indeed different from Osamu Dazai.He is much more cunning than you.

But since you are unhappy, there will always be existences who will give you different ways to make you happy.

"In this case,"

The pampered child willfully demands all kinds, including but not limited to, the same preferential treatment that the world accords to the object of her love because of her.

Since there are countless parallel worlds, the one she exists should change everything for her, give corresponding feedback for her choice, and evolve for any random idea of ​​hers——

She will create a clumsy and flawed dream for them, watching how butterflies break out of their cocoons in a glass jar, how they experience mild wind and rain, and how they spend their unexpected but reasonable life .

They are not you, so they will never get the meaning and value that belong to you;

They are not other people, so they are not even interesting for you to give advice.

Compared with someone who is self-righteous and unrepentant, you appreciate someone who can frankly please you, unabashedly dissects ambition, and is willing to bet on the other side of the chessboard.

Being able to please you may not be a good thing, but if they don't care about those boring boundaries, then no matter what the end result is, it has nothing to do with you.

But if they are lucky...isn't it impossible?

"I've had enough."

The blond girl raised her hand slightly, placed the last piece in the middle of the two chessboards, and brushed out a blank space.

"It's time to wake up and go to the next script."

You turned your head to look at your new partner, or your old partner, with a gentle arc on your lips: "Want to go with me?"

"You've also seen that it's really boring after being out of the world, isn't it?"

Next to you, the object of long-cherished desires who rely on initial vision and decision-making is noncommittal.

You assume he agrees.After all, judging from the current situation, there are not many good people like you who keep their promises.

-

……

"My name is Sixteen Nights Mochizuki, and I am currently a container for the two-faced Nuo."

The blond girl with charcoal on display at her feet spoke briskly,

She smiled brightly at the white-haired man in front of her.

"Are you going to execute me?"

The author has something to say:

Damn, I wrote this article four times / wiped my tears. I finally found a version that takes into account the overall situation

But in fact, this script is not over yet (and the next development [Everyone's reaction + audience interpretation] will try to make the previous foreshadowing as clear as possible

The end can be regarded as an easter egg at the end of the movie #Actually, it is because I am still thinking about whether to continue writing and how to write

[A line of the main drama on both sides of the comprehensive text field and curse back, the world line of Wu Zhenzai and teacher Wu (and Izayo Mochizuki himself)

In fact, Mochizuki himself has a super good personality, he is the kind of good boy who is reasonable, understanding, gentle and considerate (the type of Buteizai). As for why this is like this...

#You will know after reading it