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"—Loser."
Those malicious and cruel words were like the sharpest and most merciless knives, stabbing again and again into Eriri's already fragile and proud self-esteem!
"No...it's not..."
She tried to explain weakly, but at that moment, her sapphire-like eyes were completely overwhelmed by cold tears of despair.
However, just a second before she was about to be completely swallowed by that endless darkness filled with "self-denial"—
Suddenly, she remembered that man.
She remembered what he had shown her that night—that cruel "reality" filled with blood and death.
I remembered him, that "promise" that was full of "kingly" authority, absolute and domineering, yet incredibly tender.
"——Yue/Yierlingwoer (1$)shanbaerwo, I will never again be a defeated dog who can only wait helplessly in the back!"
Her sapphire-like eyes, which had long been blurred by tears, were rekindled at this moment by a faint yet incredibly tenacious flame called "unwillingness"!
yes……
She may not possess the same power as them, the power to destroy the world.
However, she also has her own unique "weapon" that belongs only to her!
"My drawing is not, what, childish doodles!"
She let out a final, proud cry, full of the spirit of a "creator"!
She picked up the familiar paintbrush beside her, which she had long regarded as part of her "life"!
She poured all her resentment, jealousy, and love into that small, fragile pen tip without reservation!
Then, with all his might, he swung it down fiercely towards that malicious, endless darkness!
next second.
A dazzling, colorful "light" full of "life" and "hope" burst forth from the tip of her pen in an instant!
That "light of creation," which was enough to completely purify everything, instantly tore those malicious and ugly "shadows" and that despairing and cold "studio" to shreds!
【Artoria Caster's Nightmare: The Silent Rain】
Cold, damp, endless rain filled with the scent of decay and despair.
When Artoria Caster regained consciousness, she found herself back in the world she knew best, which was also the most terrifying, dark, and oppressive—Alien Britain.
This time, however, she no longer had that godlike man by her side, nor her reliable companions.
She stood alone, utterly alone, on this desolate, muddy wasteland.
"—Why...why couldn't you save us?"
"—Aren't you the Child of Prophecy?"
"—Liar...you are a jinx who only brings misfortune and helplessness!"
Countless desperate wails, filled with resentment and unwillingness, belonging to the "fairies," echoed continuously from the cold, gray rain curtain, like the most vicious curse, frantically eroding her already fragile heart.
One after another, ominous "calamities" crawled out of the muddy earth, staring intently at her with their malevolent, scarlet eyes.
She wanted to rebel.
However, her faint magic, filled with "fear," could not even condense the simplest, smallest "fireball."
Once again, she fell into that deepest, most powerless, absolute despair.
However, just a second before she was about to give up all resistance and let those invisible "calamities" completely devour her—
Suddenly, she remembered that man.
She remembered what he had said to her in front of that huge black castle—words that were full of "mischievousness," yet unexpectedly, they had given her a sense of "warmth."
"My house is missing a hardworking maid who can use magic to clean."
yes……
She, perhaps, is not, any great "Child of Prophecy".
She was just a clumsy, useless "country girl" who couldn't even do the simplest "housework" well.
but……
Even so, this is who I am.
Even so, I am utterly useless.
That man, too, was still willing to take himself away from that homeland filled with despair.
It gave me a brand new "home" filled with "sunshine" and "laughter".
"I don't want to go back to that cold world that only has rain!"
She let out a cry, a cry filled with the purest, most genuine, and deepest emotions of a child!
Her emerald green eyes, which had long been completely consumed by despair, were rekindled at this moment by a faint yet incredibly real flame called "desire"!
She longed for that "home" that was full of "warmth," and although it was noisy, it was incredibly real!
next second.
A massive, pure, pale green magical power, brimming with the essence of "life" and "nature," erupted uncontrollably from her petite body!
That immense magical power, enough to make any "great magician" blush with shame, instantly and completely dispersed those so-called "calamities" and that endless, cold "rain curtain"!
A ray of warm, hopeful, golden sunlight, for the first time, illuminated her small world, which was filled with sadness.
Sakura Matou's Nightmare: The Nest of Insects
A dark, damp, rotten, and blood-stained basement.
And those thousands upon thousands of them, cold, viscous, filled with the purest malice, writhing wildly within me—
Imprinting insect.
When Matou Sakura regained consciousness, she found herself back in that deepest, darkest, absolute hell that she had tried her whole life to forget.
"—Hehehehe..."
A whisper, filled with "aging" and "malice," like a demon's whisper from the deepest part of hell, slowly echoed in her ear.
"It's no use, Sakura."
"You cannot escape."
"Your body, your soul, have long been completely possessed by me, this most perfect work of art."
"You were born to belong to darkness."
"You will never be able to embrace that false light."
That small, ominous figure, like a walking, withered mummy, slowly emerged from the dark corner.
Yes, Matou Zangen.
His eyes, filled with turbidity and malice, like those of a venomous snake, were fixed on this pitiful "granddaughter" who was already completely consumed by fear. A cruel, pleasurable, and morbid smile appeared on his face.
"no, do not want……"
She struggled helplessly, her beautiful purple eyes, which were always filled with gentleness and kindness, were completely swallowed up at this moment by the deepest, purest, and absolute despair.
However, just a second before she was about to be completely assimilated by that endless, cold darkness—
Suddenly, she remembered that man.
I remembered him, in that kitchen filled with "love" and "warmth," looking at me with that smile—a smile that was "kingly," absolute, domineering, yet also tinged with a clumsy tenderness.
I remembered him, after tasting the bento I had made myself, filled with "love," and his heartfelt, gentle praise, brimming with "satisfaction."
"—Sakura's cooking is the best in the world."
yes……
Her past was perhaps filled with darkness and misery.
But her "present," and her "future"...
0 . . . . . . . .
She had long been forcibly pulled out of that endless, cold darkness by that domineering yet gentle man in the most unreasonable way, and placed under the warmest, most dazzling "sunlight".
"I do not belong to the darkness!"
She let out a final, most resolute, and absolute cry, full of girlishness!
Her fragile heart, already riddled with holes by darkness, burst forth at this moment with an unprecedented, radiant light, full of love and hope, capable of purifying everything!
next second.
A warm, pure white magical power, filled with "holiness" and "purification," erupted uncontrollably from her petite, seemingly frail body!
That warm holy light, enough to purify all "filth," instantly evaporated and purified those so-called "marking insects," as well as that malevolent and ugly "demon"!
……
When the three girls, through their purest and most unwavering willpower, overcame the inner demons that resided deep within their souls—
They discovered that they were in an endless, deep, and dark "abyss".
And there, at the very heart of the abyss.
Those huge, scarlet eyes, filled with the purest, most primal "malice" and "madness," were silently staring at them.
This time, however, they felt no fear whatsoever.
Their souls, which had long been tempered into unparalleled resilience and strength in their respective "purgatory," were now radiating a unique, hopeful, and dazzling light!
—That is the colorful "light of creation" that comes from the "creator" and is full of "hope"!
—That was the warm, golden “sunlight” from the “savior”, full of “life”!
—That was the "light of compassion" that came from the "saint," filled with "purification," holy, and pure white!
Three beams of light, each a different color and brimming with "hope," intertwined perfectly at that moment!
They looked at that malevolent "Eye of the Abyss," and on those three beautiful, resilient faces, the same confident smiles of "victors" appeared.
Then, at the same time, they reached out their hands.
He swung it down fiercely towards that endless darkness filled with despair!
"—So, now..."
"Now it's our turn. Come, take you down, you pathetic monster who only knows how to hide in the shadows and manipulate people's hearts..."
"The spoon has been completely banished from our world!"
240 Light Purification
In that endless, despair-filled, pitch-black abyss, three dazzling lights of different colors, filled with "hope," like three shooting stars piercing the eternal night, crashed headlong into the enormous crimson eye filled with the purest malice!
boom--!!!!!!
A silent yet soul-shattering roar suddenly erupted at the heart of the entire nightmare world!
That vibrant "light of creation" that comes from the "creator" and is full of life and hope!
That warm, golden "sunlight" from the "savior," full of life and nature!
That holy, pure white "light of compassion" that comes from the "Saintess of '683'" and is full of purification and mercy!
Three purest and most tenacious wills, representing the concept of "positive," intertwined perfectly at this moment, forming a warm and luminous torrent capable of purifying all the filth and malice in the world!
The "Eye of the Abyss," filled with primal madness, emitted a silent, piercing wail filled with extreme pain and fear the moment it came into contact with the torrent of light!
It is an embodiment of "despair".
But these three beams of light before us represent the purest form of "hope."
It is the embodiment of "death".
But these three beams of light before us are the warmest "life".
It is the ultimate form of "malice".