487 482. The dragon takes off from the 80th layer. Evil will surely be defeated and your tears will stop..txt (1/2)

So I can't be 'happy'.

I will never.

Thanks to Glenn and Fafner, who made me resolve to do so, I was able to wake up from my ”dream” instantly.

--I open my eyes.

The vision I opened was all purple.

I was surrounded by an eerie glow of purple.

The whole direction was like the surface of the sea.

It was a purple color that kept flowing, like a ripple.

For a moment, I almost thought I was being swallowed by the murky waters of the ocean.

But I realize that my body is warm, comfortable, and free, and I reassess the situation.

A 'purple thread' thick enough to be visible concentrates on me alone, creating a cocoon and trapping me.

It must have been a magic that wrapped me like a cradle and gave the subject a gentle dream.

But it wasn't just a neural connection that took over the brain and guided it. The inside of the cocoon was clearly different in dimension from normal. The target's time and life were all likely to be made to do what the sorcerer wanted.

It's a horrifying sealing magic.

However, when I looked closely at the connection between the countless 'purple threads' and me, my skin was trembling in defeat and emitting a dull, black light.

--I'm going to be able to say that the body of my ”Dragon Newt” is trying to ”adapt” to this gentle environment. It's also the most intense ever.

I was confused by the vibrating skin.

My 'adaptation' should have been weakened to the limit after Kanami defeated me a month ago. It could be said that it was almost gone. That 'adaptation' has returned now?　No, not back, but much more powerful than before. Is it because of The Black Thread?　Is it because the long-delayed ritual has progressed?　But I haven't killed God yet. In my dreams, I was only able to deny it.

No, I'm good.

You can do whatever you want.

I don't care if I'm shaking.

There's only one thing I have to do now.

”I want to be just like Fafner.

Bringing back the 'dragonization' that was about to be disarmed now, I sharply extended my claws.

And with a twist of my arm, I cut through the purple threads around me.

It was easily cut off.

However, it was too thick.

Even after the thousand purple threads were lightly cut, the vision was still all purple.

It was a situation similar to scratching algae in a muddy stream.

There was simply too much of the 'purple thread'.

But then the answer is simple.

'More. ......!　Eat more: ......!　Eat the trauma and get over it: ......!　More bites, bigger and stronger!

He put the shredded 'purple thread' in his mouth, chewed it, and swallowed it.

The trembling of his skin swelled up and the dull luminescence intensified.

The 'Dragonization' accelerated, and a thick red mist began to fill the 'divine Cocoon'.

My limbs and soul grow even more bloated as the sustenance I devoured is turned into flesh and blood.

''- ''Sip the sinful blood, the sinful seed to the hungry, the vivid soul that vomits... oh, oh, oh!

With ”Chanting”, I hoped that even this ”purple thread” would get tired of biting me and evolve into a further existence. Not just to get used to this environment. It's more than that--.

”Eat more, 'adapt'!　Adaptation, more!　Because this is not a 'curse'!　This!　This is ahhh, everyone's legacy!　Mi, everyone's--!

But my voice trembled because I know more than anyone else how hard it is to 'adapt', because I know firsthand how hard it is.

It's truly horrible to become boring.

It loses its fresh flavor and life becomes a tasteless, tasteless 'nothingness' of tastelessness.

Even the fusion of science and magic that I loved and expected so much is 'boring', so there will be nothing to enjoy in my life beyond this point.

It may be pointless to be alive anymore. The more you adapt and become strong, the more painful and unhappy I become - and in the end, I become an existence like that Kanami.

But still.

It's because I can do exactly what that idiot (Kanami) is doing.

I never want to give up.

Because the person who can show me that I still won't give up is no one else but me anymore--

'So!　Not someone else!　It's me!　I ate them all!　This 'real hero', this 'real hero', Seldra Queen Fillion, aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh--!

No matter how bad the 'purple thread' tastes, we will continue to eat and eat and 'adapt'.

All the Dreamscape and nothingness, it continues to eat endlessly.

In proportion to the amount of food it eats, the 'dragon's tail' will grow, the 'dragon's wings' will expand, and the 'dragon's scales' will stretch.

--The 'Half-Corpse (・・・・)' advances (...).

At the end of it, I flapped my 'dragon wings' as much as I could.

Wherever.

I'm a wanderer.

Everywhere, high.

Higher and higher and higher--!

You could do it, Snow.

If I can't do it, shame on me.

Soar higher than the Descendants and get out of there straight away.

I'm sure that no matter how much purple thread is attached to you...

”Fly (yeah) yeah!　Aaaaaaahhhhhh!　Ahhhhhh!　Gagaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Flying.

They adapt, and then they take a bite, and then they fly.

Adapt, and then take a flying leap.

We adapt, we bite, and then we fly.

Keep soaring.

--Breaking through (・・・・).

Beyond the purple one, the black one.

I break through the cocoon and manage to get back to the back side of the 100 layers.

I feel a sense of freedom, as if I've escaped the clouds.

I felt as if I was flying through the dark clouds of my hometown.

And at the center of that nostalgic dark cloud, a man wearing a black robe was standing there.

The man looked up at me as I slipped out of my cocoon, almost falling backwards (・・・・), surprised, and called out my name.

'...... Se, Serdra?　Why--

Finally.

That 'future' and 'past' can be seen, Kanami said, ”Why?”.

I don't know the exact reason why, either.

But I'm sure it started with a small accident that happened on the ground.

It may have started out as a small misstep, but I'm sure it was the beginning of a small incident on the ground. But Snow, Glenn, Fafner, and I--everyone did their best to stay alive and work toward a common goal.

Everyone continued to cause accidents in The End of the Season Festival without fear of failure, believing that even if they fell, they would connect with someone else.

All of them connected, overlapped and expanded, and now - now

There was finally one mistake that even Kanami, who could be called the administrator of the world, didn't anticipate, and that was a mistake.

Even if it was really trivial, it happened.

--the name of that mistake (mistake) was Seldra Queen Fillion.

Now.

Now it's now or never.

I'm going to unleash The Dragon's Roar on my only chance to win.

............. -- ”Replacement Connection

Kanami must have sensed the entangling desire.

Not wanting to allow even the slightest chance of victory, he constructed a magic that moved to another dimension.

The black space behind the 100th layer is being repainted with the magic ”Replace Connection” as if the entire bucket of ink was turned over.

Kanami's figure was about to disappear from my sight.

A border that can be called a dimensional wall has emerged between me and Kanami.

But it's not going to 'escape'.

It's the same as it was in the past.

In order to chase and bite him, he cast a wind magic.

It was a 'dragon's step' while flapping its wings.

It was a flight that surpassed the speed of speed, thunderclap and divine speed - but it didn't shrink.

I'm crushing a thousand miles in an instant - but Kanami's figure is moving away from me.

If this continues, I will be able to escape to another dimension unreasonably.

To that god-like power--.

--I 'adapt' to the power of an unreasonable God.

Adapt' to that dimensionality.

Adapt' to the distortion of its space.

I'll 'adapt' to its time manipulation.

I even bit into the empty space in front of me, eating through the dimensional walls that bordered it, and emerged into a new space.

However, the destination was not the back side of the 100 layers I had just left. But it wasn't the front side either.

The place where I would fall if the magic 《Replace Connection》 that Kanami had warned me about before failed--

-- leading to the same (・・・・・・) dimension as Kanami (・・・・・).

I continued to chew in the strange space of the 'inter-dimensional space' that I had heard about.

I chewed well on the messy, peeling dimensional walls in a place where living things can't live as living things.

It was a fresh taste.

I shake off the tears with an empty smile as I feel a new energy fill my body, feeding off the dimensional walls.

''Kook, kuhahaha!　Kuhahahahahaha!　Hahahahahahaha!

Come on, Kanami.

Eat it, get used to it.