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Chapter 531: Interlude: The Observer's Thoughts Part 2

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Is that not possible?

I wouldnt say its impossible, but

Sheena responded to the Demon Kings question in a slightly hesitant voice. While Sheena herself didnt have the authority to alter the information within the Agastia Archive, that restriction was a command placed on her, not something that inherently protected the archive from being tampered with.

Half the reason for this vulnerability was due to Gods arrogancethey believed no one else would ever set foot in this place. The other half, however, was

Certainly, adding to the text is somewhat easier compared to erasing or rewriting it. However, it is still a matter of degree. Even adding a single letter requires a considerable amount of power. The amount of energy needed is proportional to the scale of changes the addition would bring to the world. Therefore, based on my judgment, no matter what methods you employ in your current state, writing something that would alter this flow is wholly impossible.

Hmm, so its not as simple as writing a little note to tie everything up nicely, huh?

Obviously. If that were possible, you wouldnt even be here in the first place.

If the archive allowed unlimited writing that could solidify anything into irreversible truth, the problem could have been solved simply by writing something like The Demon King falls into despair and chooses to end things himself. But even God hadnt been able to achieve that, so there was no way a makeshift Demon King with incomplete power could pull it off.

Alright, then if I cant do it in one go, how about doing it little by little, over multiple attempts?

That would but the only reason you made it here in the first place is

Which is exactly what Im going to make work for me. Now then how exactly do I write something in here?

Are you serious? Well, if youre just going to try it, thats your freedom. To add something, strongly focus on what you want to write while tracing your finger along the page.

Got it. Alright, then

The Demon King momentarily returned the book to its shelf, picked up a different one, and began to trace his finger along the page with a contemplative look.

Then, suddenly, his body slumped powerlessly. He collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

Did he die? Foolishly overestimating his abilities and making a reckless gamble In the end, he is still just a Demon King.

The Demon Kings body vanished without ceremony, and the cycle of resetting the hundred alternate worlds within the box began again. However, before long, yet another unexpected figure barged into what should have been this untouchable space.

Whoa!? No way, it really exists!?

Who no, what? How did you get here?

How? I read about this place in some ancient ruins, of course.

Ruins?

Sheena, baffled, reopened the worlds records to investigate. She discovered that in one of the alternate worlds, the Demon King had left an inscription in some ancient ruins, providing instructions on how to reach this place.

This is

Indeed, the ruins had no intrinsic connection to the Demon King himself. The inscriptions there were written in a language the Demon King couldnt read, and he had never even seen the materials they were carved on.

However, one of the heroes associated with the Demon King was an archaeologist, capable of deciphering the text. It was such a roundabout method, but it was precisely because of that complexity that the Demon King had been able to inscribe it at the cost of a single life.

Um, so I heard theres a book here that explains the truth of the world and why Im going through all this. Could you point me to it?

Oh, that book? It would be over there. The way to use it is

Sheena repeated the same instructions as before. The Demon King picked up a book, read it, and then began the same line of questioning as before.

I see. So Ive secured a way to get here, huh. The next step would be figuring out how to reach Gods domain? But how would I even oh!

The Demon King grabbed a new book, appeared to think for a moment, and then began to etch something in its pages.

How should I even process this?

The Demon King slumped over lifelessly yet again. This time, Sheena curiously checked the book he had been holding, only to find a single faint dot in its pages.

Not even a letter was he trying to write something so world-changing that it required tremendous power? But if thats the case, then even the lives of countless Demon Kings wouldnt be enough to leave a mark

Sheenas thoughts remained inconclusive. But moments later, she bore witness to a sight she had never imaginedan endless procession of Demon Kings, each appearing in the archive one after another.

Tch, looks like my journey ends here.

Sigh well, what can you do.

Hm? Oh, I see now! Thats how it works!

Each Demon King used their life to add something smalla dot became a line, a line became a letter, and letters began to form words. Piece by piece, they built upon the last ones efforts. The cycle where God would retreat into their shell, preventing the world from moving forward, was finally disrupted.

Finally, unable to hold back, Sheena voiced the question that had been brewing within her.

Excuse me, may I ask something?

Huh? Sure, what is it?

You retain no memories of being the Demon King, correct? For you, death should be an unparalleled, singular fear. Why, then, are you so willing to throw away your life like this?

Its not like its easy, you know.

The Demon King answered with a wry smile, his outstretched hand trembling ever so slightly.

Of course Im scared. Dying is terrifying. But Im going to die eventually anyway, right? That makes this the moment to hold my ground.

As someone with human sensibilities, wouldnt an extended lifespan of a hundred years be more than enough for you? To abandon the joy and peaceful days of that time for such a seemingly meaningless act do you really think its worth it?

Its not meaningless. Not yet, anyway. But the end is in sight. If I if we keep pushing forward, this will all amount to something worthwhile.

The Demon King clenched his trembling fist tightly.

I like happy endings. Maybe I cant fully understand what they feel like since Ive only read about them in books, but from here on, the me that continues forward will be able to enjoy a wonderful journey, right? Then that journeys conclusion has to make everyone happy. No way am I letting this world end and start over again. Im done with that.

I see I understand.

Well, its just my selfishness, really. But hey, Im the Demon King, after all. If Im the one who gets to decide how this ends, then its going to be a happy ending. No exceptions.

After uttering those words with a smile, the Demon King extended his will into the book, letting another faint stain weave into its pages. Once again, he died with unceremonious ease. And so, thousands, notens of thousandsof Demon Kings lives were etched into the Agastia Archive. Finally, the moment arrived.

So, its finished at last.

Standing before the text that had finally taken shape into a readable form, the Demon King smirked with a deep sense of satisfaction. With the completed book in hand, he picked up two more volumes from the shelves and, clutching all three books, approached Sheena.

Alrighttime for the final touch. Hey, Sheena.

Sheena? By chance, are you referring to me?

Yeah, thats right. I dont remember it myself, but you remember me, dont you? If thats the case, weve known each other for quite a long time. Calling you something likeScenario Writer feels too formallike were strangers. Let me call you by something simpler.

Sheena Such a straightforward nickname. Well, I suppose I dont mind. So, what is it that you need?

The next me will be the last me. Ill bring everything to an end, and Ill push it all forward. Thats why I want you to pass along the hope Im leaving behind.

Pass along hope? What are you referring to?

Blood Engine: Contract of EndingActivate.

In an instant, the Demon Kings body was engulfed in a glowing red light. Understanding precisely what that activation meant, Sheena couldnt stop herself from shouting.

What!? Are you insane?! Writing into the book is already consuming your soul as it is. If you forcibly amplify your influence with something like that, your soul will

Ha! Even if my soul gets worn down and vanishes, isnt that exactly what youd call mission accomplished? Just watch me!

The Demon King began scrawling text into the three books before him.

First, the method to get here It cant be something people know ahead of time. Ill make using [Unlimited] a prerequisite for this place to appear

The first book: To the records of the , he added a concept that allowed the actions of the hero, stored in the Agastia Archive, to manifest in book form. Since it was simply displaying what already existed in this isolated space, the soul consumption was minimal.

Next, make sure that whoever sees the appearance of this place will then know how to reach it Guh, modifications and additions

The second book: Through careful adjustments, he altered the ancient text found in one of the ruins, revising the inscribed message. To balance the cost, he added a restriction that prevented those accompanying the hero from gaining information about the archive, even indirectly. The result was slightly net negative in terms of energy, but still within acceptable limits.

And finally, the means to get here! Haha, its just wordplay when you think about it, but words themselves hold real power

The third book: He added a forced teleportation function to a certain talking ship. This function would activate only once under specific conditions, which were so stringent they would usually be impossible to fulfill. With this, the Demon King narrowly managed to preserve his consciousness.

And for the last touch!

The Demon King took out a small golden keythe very one he had used to connect this place to his destination at the cost of a single trip. It was the final piece, an irreplaceable tool capable of linking his will to the future.

Ill etch it with everything Ive got! Unlimited Bouquet for the End!

The Demon King poured the collective resolve and determination of the thousands and thousands of his previous selves, each of whom had perished to create this moment, into the small key. He engraved it with the future and hope they all had envisioned. The sheer force of will channeled into the key was so immense that, were this space not so isolated, even God might have recoiled in astonishment.

Having accomplished what he set out to do, the Demon King finally collapsed to his knees.

Haa Haa Haa How about that. Nailed it

Should I say well done or mourn that its all so tragic?

Send me off with a smile

The Demon King had nothing left. The faint flicker of his remaining life was about to fade away entirely, leaving him with mere seconds.

See you around, Sheena. Next time, Ill make sure to take you beyond the end.

Ill look forward to it.

With that, the Demon Kings strength gave out, and his life came to an end. The world reset itself once again, returning to its beginning.

But Sheena, who alone remained unchanged, picked up the small, golden key that now lay on the floor. She gently tucked it away in the deepest part of her being.

The Demon King said that I had prepared everything for him, that I had granted him the means to do what he didbut that isnt true. What you have left behind, Demon King, is the crystallization of your own countless sacrifices and unwavering determination.

No matter how many times the same loop repeats, this could never be created again Something so unique, I simply relayed it.

These were words Sheena would never speak to the Demon King. To boast of someone elses effort was beneath her dignity.

And yet, for that very reason, Sheena prayed. Alone in the archive, she prayed for the future of the Demon King who had given her a name and a form.

The Demon Kings journey was destined to end. But what lay beyond that ending would surely be different.

May your journey end well.

Sheena offered her prayer not to God, nor to the Demon King who brought endings, but to the depths of her own heart.

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