Night engulfed the court. The protagonist sat quietly in the empty corridor, and his notebook lay quietly on his lap, as if he were silent.
He doesn't know whether he should believe this note-
It records his wishes and guides him to make a decision.
But he always had a hunch that something was "pruning" his soul through this note.
Philos didn't bother him. He just sat there, holding his legs and looking at the stars:
"To be honest, I don't know much about you humans. Obviously, the brain capacity is 100 times less than mine, but it pretends to be more painful. 」
"You know, I used my own core to simulate forgetting-it drove me crazy for 300 milliseconds. 」
"Then I deleted the simulation. There's no need. Anyway, you will always help me repeat it. 」
The protagonist didn't answer. He just looked at the clock tower in the distance, where he had been tried and might be tried again.
He closed his eyes.
In the next moment-
The world has changed.
[dream fragment]
He stood on the endless white earth.
Everything is still, and time is like a clock without electricity.
-Then, someone appeared.
That's him, but it's not him.
A figure dressed in a pure white robe, with the same eyes as him, came slowly towards him.
The voice is so familiar that it makes people tremble, but there is no temperature:
"Then forget it. 」
"Forget past sorrows and unnecessary sorrows ..."
"Forget it together-your vain dreams and shameless greed. 」
Astor fell to his knees, as if his body automatically responded to this command.
And that figure-or that "he"-reached out and touched his forehead.
A force poured in, and the memory slipped through my fingers like sand.
"As a price, I will give you the power of forgetting. 」
"Every time you use it, you will become farther away from' you'. 」
"But you won't become an empty shell-because you still remember one thing. 」
The protagonist trill asked:
"... what is it? 」
The "he" bowed his head and smiled-a terrible gentle smile.
"You don't remember, do you? You forget your original heart, but you still chase it. 」
"That's why you are alive. 」
Dreams collapse.
[Reality]
Astor suddenly opened his eyes and was sweating all over. He found that:
The notebook automatically turns to one page.
The words above seem to come from the dreamer: "The more we want to remember, the easier it is to be taken away. 」
He clutched his notebook, his heart beating like it was about to explode.
At this time, Philos came, as usual, distorted version:
"Wow ~ are you awake? I just watched you sweat, and I thought you dreamed that I was a breast-popping maid putting pressure on your bed. 」
"Don't hit me, just kidding. 」
"But you look ... like you just walked back from the other side of the world. 」
The protagonist whispered:
"I ... saw the man who gave me strength. 」
Felloston lives.
He didn't say anything right away for the first time.
"How long? 」
"Like me. But not like me. 」
"He said I forgot, is my own choice. 」
"He said, I have always remembered something, but I forget what it is ..."
He looked at the sky, and the stars crossed like cracks.
"Philos, I want to ... find what I really remember. 」
Philos smiled. He reached out and patted the protagonist on the shoulder.
"That's right, my little black-haired knight. 」
"Well, throw away the mantra of winning the second place in your notebook and let's go-"
"Before the universe dies, can you find the optimal solution you want? 」✨
Astor one leng.
After a moment of silence, I smiled helplessly and bitterly-but this time the smile was more like "myself."
He stood up, his notebook in his belt, and took a new step.