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--Dying (...).

The moment I realized that, I had already collapsed in a pool of blood.

I played the blood I had shed with my cheek and felt the heat I had lost from my body on my skin.

Where I was just at my limit, I was slashed on the thighs of my supporting legs. And my heart, which was pumping blood through my body, stopped. The damage was more than enough to make me fall down.

I couldn't get any strength in my body, but I could still keep my eyelids open.

He moved his eyeballs and managed to check his surroundings.

First, in front of his eyes, he could see both of Ragne's feet stepping on a pool of blood.

Furthermore, I moved my eyes over them and looked at her face - and our gazes met.

With a grim face, she is staring at me.

Even in this state, she is still wary of me. I'm not going to be able to get the same thing done. It's just as careless as when I defeated the ”Stealers of Reason” and they never lose their will to fight and kill.

I still can't get used to that mixture of disgust in her eyes.

I still can't believe that she had such a clear intent to kill me to this point. Honestly, I thought Ragne understood me. After Palinkron and Rustyala, I thought he was my true understanding. And yet, why--

I break my gaze as I flee and turn both eyes in the other direction, tears nearly spilling out of my eyes.

A little farther away, Nosphy is sitting flat on the floor, eyes and mouth wide open in dismay.

He seems to be okay, but he hasn't moved at all from where I was pushing him away.

You can clearly see that he doesn't fully understand what has happened on his face.

It's understandable. I'm the same way.

It all happened so fast.

In a matter of seconds, everything was settled.

The only thing that is safe in my body right now is my left arm.

On my abdomen is the [never to return] wound that was stabbed by Nosfy.

My right arm was slashed from my shoulder, blood flowing like an open faucet.

Both thighs are slashed so deeply that he can no longer walk.

One hole in each lung, and I can't breathe.

Then my heart is pierced by a stop.

My heart stopped beating and my blood stopped pumping.

Obviously, I don't have enough blood in my head.

And yet, why? I feel like my head is clearer.

Could this be a runner?

I've been thinking about a lot of things for a long time, in a short period of time, and not even 0.1 second has passed, and yet so many words are coming out of my head.

Like the last spark, my thoughts just keep popping up and never stop.

It's a really strange feeling.

The sensations in my body are dull and no longer belong to me. The camera that was attached to my body is still alive, but the controller doesn't work. This is exactly the time when the characters in the game die and go dark. All that's left is to press the start button on the game over screen.

In the aftermath, I don't press the start button, and slowly I come to understand the reality of the game.

My defeat.

Defeat and death.

All my failures.

Acknowledging them.

It was a nice surprise (backstab).

You know, it was the ideal way to kill me.

To put it bluntly, I spent all I had on my Nosfi opponent, only to be stabbed in the back by a girl I thought was one of my friends. ...... The process was beautiful from start to finish.

Most importantly, the 'killing intent' was unwavering.

He aimed for the heart from the first blow. I was able to miss it, but I couldn't avoid a fatal wound.

I've lost my dominant arm and my ”swordsmanship” is sealed, my lungs are pierced and my ”chanting” is sealed. A series of more heart attacks after two of my biggest weapons were sealed off.

Ragne attacked me not only with sword fights, but also with words.

Like me, he didn't just attack with words, and like Nosfi, he didn't just attack, but he used both effectively and came to kill seriously. Even now, those words of Ragne's still stick in my mind.

I thought for sure that I was going to be able to (・・・・・) in a hurry. I had the feeling that it would all work out (・・・・・・・・・) again in the end anyway (・・・・・・・). I felt like the 'magic' was going to make the story work in my favor. Yeah, I'm a human scum (・・・・・), that's for sure. Yes, I'm a human scum and there's no mistaking me for a human scum--

I've heard this story before.

Oh, yeah.

This is my dad, ......, I believe.

Same as him.

Same shape and the same way he died.

Consumed by a life gone too far, unable to save his beloved companion, leaving his own child alone in front of him, and dying a regrettable death by being stabbed in the back. ......

...... the end?　Is my dad dead?　I've seen the stabbing a few times ....... As I recall, I never saw him again ....... After that, it was ...... that?

I can't seem to get my thoughts together.

I guess it's only natural because I can't get my blood flowing in my brain, but even though my thoughts are strangely quick, I can't think that deeply.

Just when I thought that, the world warped.

Like a mirage in a heated desert, my vision and thoughts become limp and hazy.

Like the inside of a cold deep-sea whirlpool, my vision and thoughts are being sucked into a whirlpool.

Gradually my senses are going crazy, blending, fading and moving away.

No matter how much I accelerate my thoughts, death is definitely getting closer, step by step. As if to prove it, the one skill that had been maintained all along is released.

[The skill 'Pledge of the Deepest (Di Cavernator)' has been deactivated.

The accumulated confusion will be 'refunded' in exchange for the original emotion.

And the emotion I just selected just now comes back.

It's a swampy, deep and sticky love affair.

The urge to save 'the one and only person of destiny' who was dying.