Magician in Type-Moon

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Time, in essence, can never be a decisive obstacle.

Therefore, she exists simultaneously in the "present" and also observes that moment in the "past".

But it wasn't a magic trick to rewind to the past—not a "past view" that looks down on memories from a third-person perspective—but a deeper, almost ubiquitous viewpoint.

It is a state of being "here" yet being able to perceive "the other side".

In that brief moment, before the spirit origin of the deity had been compressed back to the dimensions of the boundary recording tape,

Her perception was almost omnipotent.

It is an "omniscience" that expands infinitely, yet still has boundaries.

Of course, there are limits.

Even though she can perceive many different times and spaces, the scope of her calculations and interference is still limited by the size of her own "divinity".

She has only just stepped into the threshold of divinity, merely reborn as a "god" from being an "imposter".

Therefore, the "coordinates" she can recognize and connect with are limited to the places where her own karma intertwines.

—But precisely because of this, she "saw" it.

She saw it.

That was a gaze that transcended the boundaries of a thousand years.

She was the only one who prayed, the only one she noticed among billions of beings.

She was surprised.

Not shock, not dismay

Rather, it's that quiet realization—the moment when you finally put the last piece of the puzzle into the empty space.

"That's it..."

She finally understood.

"So that's how it is...you..."

She watched.

The man named Hartres.

The one who claimed to be a non-believer in God, yet prayed to her existence more devoutly than anyone else.

She saw his "reason".

I also saw—the outline of another destiny.

That was the "other" who was closely connected with her believers.

It is also the core of another destiny.

Her vision is set on the future.

Towards that fate, which has not yet arrived but is already irreversible.

Then, she whispered to herself:

—The “King of the Future” has arrived!

.........

That was darkness.

No, it can only be called "darkness." Language is inadequate to describe it.

—That “beast” caused everything to collapse with just a glance.

Once it sets its sights on you, your existence begins to crumble.

Not only the physical body, not only the mind, but even the very fact that it "existed" will be eliminated and denied.

Because it is a "premonition of death".

It's not as simple as ending life.

Rather, it is a declaration of complete erasure from the map of "human reason".

It is a symbol of "being destroyed".

That feeling was as if the world had already erased you from its memory.

It's as if all traces of your existence have been gently but thoroughly erased.

Not erased, not destroyed.

Instead, they were quietly gathered, folded, and returned to nothingness.

Perhaps only those who have been watched over by the ancient god of death, Bayel, can understand this feeling.

The holder of the Rainbow-level Mystic Eyes of Death Perception,

That heretical being who possesses the power of "Death,"

Its gaze is enough to bring the very flow of cause and effect that constitutes all things to a halt.

That is the power of "death".

At a glance, existence is deconstructed and its definition becomes invalid.

Death is not the end, but the process of the concept itself being broken.

"Death...?"

Matouchi murmured softly, her voice seemingly dissipating with the vibrations of space.

but not.

This is not "death".

He can be sure.

because,

—This gaze was not malicious.

There was no resentment, no aggression, and no desire.

Even emotions don't exist.

It was more like an extremely neutral gaze.

Only—

— Gradually disappearing.

Gradually...disappeared.

That was not a direct attack.

That's not a curse.

Rather, it is the alienation caused by a huge cognitive gap that doesn't even recognize you as "existing".

It was as if some blind spot in the universe had finally turned its gaze upon it.

Ordinary people cannot bear this gaze.

You can feel it.

The entire history of the human once known as "Matouchi"—

It is peeling away little by little from the grid of time.

They weren't killed, but "forgotten".

It's not annihilation, but rather "never having existed".

That beast was so large that it was impossible for it to leave even a trace of its former self.

……

broken.

Torn.

Slowly and irreversibly, it began to melt.

He was merely being watched by that "beast" deep within the Albion Tomb, a place that should not exist in the mortal world.

The moment that gaze met.

—The existence of Matouike began to crumble.

Even the question of "who he is" is faltering, beginning to crumble and peel away.

It was as if it had been fundamentally erased and removed from the structure of human reason.

Instead, there was only pure emptiness.

It is the silent echo that comes as the page leading to "non-existence" slowly opens.

He suddenly came to his senses.

When consciousness returned, the body involuntarily held its breath.

The view before my eyes—

It was neither pure emptiness nor utter darkness.

It's more like a gap between the two.

A blurred, constantly fluctuating mix of colors...

It was as if some indescribable entity was repeatedly erasing, wiping, and then re-erasing the world he perceived.

Black and white appear alternately, and it is always impossible to determine which one is the truth.

That's not a space that the eyes can "see".

Rather, it is the echo left behind by "perception itself" before its collapse.

He seemed to have turned into a sheet of paper.

Floating between reality and unreality,