1.
The enemy forces were increasing in real-time.
Moments after launching an attack on the robots, the robots in the ruins had already somehow shared my information, and now they were swarming from all directions.
Looking around, I could see the scene of robot waves crashing like an overwhelming tide.
An overwhelming number. Countless robots were flooding in, their numbers near infinite.
In every direction—East, West, North, South—not a single spot was free of robots.
Human-wave tactics, no, this was more like a mecha-wave tactic. Literally, there was an ocean of troops.
“…Erm…”
I hadn’t expected this kind of overwhelming attack.
Cold sweat trickled down my back as I managed a bitter smile.
Would this be how Captain America felt standing before Thanos’s army?
Or rather, it’s closer to Ultron’s army. The only difference being I don’t have any Avengers or allies that can transcend space to help me here.
‘Damn it, this is why we need comrades.’
And while I continued with these pointless thoughts, I clenched the shield in my hand tightly, preparing myself to enter the battle at a moment’s notice.
I adjusted my breathing, spreading internal energy throughout my body. With every ounce of power I could muster, I planned on minimizing the enemy numbers. With a focused mind, I sharpened my senses.
Spreading heightened senses wide and meticulously, I infused strength throughout my body, maintaining a state of tension. In this state, I could read the movement of the finger pulling the trigger faster than the bullet being fired.
But…
As I braced myself for the impending battle with the robots…
Strangely, the fight hadn’t begun.
“…?”
As the stalemate persisted for a few minutes, I realized something wasn’t quite right about this scenario.
The robots around me, poised as if ready to pounce at any moment, were exchanging ominous noises and signals, their lenses flashing. Yet, inexplicably, they simply stood still without making a move, merely staring at me.
Maintaining a good distance from me, these robots circled me in a perfect formation, their numerous eyes boring into me with an unreadable intent.
Unable to interpret their expressions, I frowned deeply and began to retreat slowly, step by step.
Even with this reaction, the robots didn’t move.
It was a baffling situation.
‘…What is this?’
Beyond bewilderment, an eerie sensation washed over me.
Just a short while ago, these machines were acting like intruders needed immediate extermination, and now they’ve stopped?
Why?
Why on earth?
For what reason were they behaving in such a manner? Such was the question I kept pondering.
Just as my sense of caution mixed with confusion and absurdity…
Beep—beep—!!
“…?!”
The alarm blared.
It was my heightened senses screaming.
And simultaneously,
KUUAAAAAA—!!
The sky roared.
Burning through the clouds that obscured the sunlight came something made of steel, hurtling toward me like a massive nail. Sometimes it looked like a spear, and other times like a giant bullet.
I knew what it was.
In fact, a modern person couldn’t possibly not know it.
“Missiles? Shit, isn’t this going a bit too far!!!”
The missile, spewing an intense flame, was hurtling toward me. Its sole target—I.
At the same instant,
Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-tang—!!
The moment we had been waiting for was here—gunfire erupted as well.
I could only let out a hollow laugh and grit my teeth.
It seemed that the inhabitants of the ruins had gone berserk, wanting me dead.
A sense of horrifying malice permeated the air. These attacks screamed with the intent to exclude me.
What the hell? Do they even know who they’re dealing with?
Just as these thoughts raced through my mind, a voice reached me.
More accurately, my heightened senses caught the intent of someone.
‘The one who refused the sacred mission, the adversary to us all. You have forgotten everything, but we remember.’
Something concerning my forgotten past.
So, being attacked is because of something from my past?
In that case…
“Go to hell, bastards!”
What I had to do was clear.
I would survive—definitely—and bring them down.
That was my choice.
As I stared at the missile falling toward my head, I smirked bitterly and opened my senses fully.
For survival.
KUUUUUUUAAAAANG—!!
An explosion erupted, sweeping through the surroundings with its roar.
Hiiro vaguely sensed something.
This incident would surely bring about many changes.
Change in the ruins. This event might bring changes not just to Millennium but elsewhere as well.
Still, it didn’t matter to him. He would handle everything.
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2.
Ku-gu-gu-gung….
The explosion on the surface sent shockwaves even underground in the ruins.
At the same time, in a certain factory, the twins who had fallen underground with their teacher were startled by the sudden violent tremors and hugged each other tightly. Between them stood an android girl who had just awakened moments before.
The android girl asked with an emotionless voice,
“Attempt to converse. Explanations required.”
“Ex…planation? We don’t know either! What the hell is happening up there?”
Instead of answering the innocently posed question, Momoi could only scream louder, hugging the android girl even tighter.
“Teacher! Hiiro is up there!”
“…….”
Upon Midori’s shout, the teacher stiffened their expression.
How massive must the explosion have been to transmit such a resonance this deep underground?
The teacher couldn’t help but feel an indescribable emotion, anticipating the possible situation above.
What if… Hiiro had run into serious trouble?
But quickly regaining composure, the teacher realized that assessing the situation and returning to Millennium as soon as possible was the best course of action.
In the process, they could also search for Hiiro.
The teacher spoke after organizing their thoughts.
“First, let’s return to Millennium as quickly as possible. After finding Hiiro on the surface and quickly returning, we’ll analyze the situation. This place… seems more dangerous than we imagined.”
“Understood!”
“Yes, yes!”
“Ah! Teacher, Aris needs to come along too!”
“Of course. Aris, you’re coming along as well.”
“……Acknowledged. According to the primary reaction of the subject’s deep-level awareness, the proposal is accepted.”
…
…
…
“This signal is…?”
“The location nearby Millennium, ‘Ruins,’ right? Such a powerful explosion… what’s happening?”
“If something went wrong with these troublemakers again, like last time?”
“…….”
Yuuka’s doubt met with Noa’s stony silence and hardened expression.
Aris knew very well that currently within the ruins were the twins from the Game Development Department, the teacher, and Nanashi Hiiro.
In that case, the reason for this current situation…
“……I’m not quite sure. Let’s investigate first, Yuuka.”
“Haa, why does trouble always happen suddenly?”
While Noa consistently avoided the issue and casually responded to Yuuka, she brushed back her hair and sighed.
Watching Yuuka begin her task with a melancholic expression, Noa suppressed her agitation and murmured under her breath.
‘Silk, are you okay?’
The range and intensity of the explosion were far from normal.
Surviving such an attack, even Silk would be hard-pressed.
As worry crept into Noa’s otherwise composed demeanor, she quickly proceeded with her duties.
She carefully began considering every aspect where she could lend assistance.
…
…
…
A change in the Millennium ruins. The fact that this change involved a missile explosion.
This fact reached both Veritas and the Supernatural Emergency Division.
“Missile…? Hiiro! Are you alright!?”
“Why would a missile suddenly be launched? Is Hiiro okay?! Try reconnecting quickly!”
“Damn! There are too many interference signals!”
However, there was a difference from others.
Because they understood this incident clearly, they reacted far more emotionally than others.
Shaken by the uncertainty of Hiiro’s life—their focal point and leader—the group was deeply affected.
Especially on a mental level.
A girl who had been lying on the floor, half-dressed, suddenly spoke, breaking the usual calm atmosphere.
“…I’ll go to the ruins. Lead the way.”
“Amy?! No way! Do you even understand what kind of danger might be waiting?”
“Himari’s right. There are too many unknown dangers there. And this explosion is no different…”
“This is the most efficient option. No one else can do this except me. Protecting Hiiro is my mission. Leader, please send me.”
“…….”
Izumimoto Amy, she had been the sole field agent of the “Supernatural Emergency Division.”
Until now, she had worked alongside Himari, who had been oblivious to the precious bonds of comradeship or friendship.
Himari had been her senior and someone she had been required to protect, making it difficult for her to feel anything more than merely a comrade.
Thus, the arrival of the new member, Hiiro, introduced a new change for Amy as well.
The same age, the same grade, and a purpose altogether different from Amy’s efficiency-driven nature—all these elements sparked her interest and awakened her curiosity.
At some point, Hiiro had become more than just a friend to Amy, a truly precious being.
Hiiro, who had taught Amy for the first time that there was something truly precious beyond mere efficiency, had become a value she wanted to protect.
“No way.”
“Leader!”
“Himari! How precious is Hiiro to you?”
“……What do you mean by that?”
“If Hiiro is important, we need to rescue him now. We don’t have time to hesitate here like this.”
“…….”
Himari fell silent for a moment, then bit her lips and continued with a grave expression.
“No way. I can’t send you.”
“Leader!”
“Hiiro isn’t dead yet. The signal might be lost, but he’s still alive.”
“How do you know that…!”
“I know. Because Hiiro and I discussed it before.”
Himari’s proclamation drew the attention of everyone in the space.
Under their gazes, Himari pushed through the pressure and continued.
“Hiiro had been on guard against missiles for a long time. He and I discussed several times various methods to prepare for missile strikes.”
“…….”
“Hiiro said that no matter when he’s caught in a sudden attack, he can survive. Right now, he’s finding ways not just to save himself but to save others as well.”
“Are you saying… he foresaw this moment?”
Himari shook her head.
“No, the time Hiiro mentioned was set further in the future than now. Now, it seems merely… that an unforeseen variable occurred beyond even his control.”
“…Then, shouldn’t we go rescue him even more?”
Perhaps so.
But no.
Because the precognition didn’t warn against it.
“Hiiro’s precognition did not discourage this choice. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have gone to the ruins to begin with.”
“…….”
“…….”
Hiiro’s precognitive abilities were close to foresight.
Most people affiliated with the Defenders knew this, and they believed it firmly.
Had the situation been genuinely dangerous, his precognitive ability would have forewarned him, dissuading him from his decision.
It was a truly supernatural phenomenon.
An analysis beyond ordinary reasoning.
But…
Surprisingly, at the moment Himari brought this up, the chaos in the room died down instantaneously, and clarity returned to the others’ expressions.
Even Amy herself.
“Survive a missile strike… really?”
“But if his precognition didn’t activate, then it’s the truth, right?”
“……He’s a monster, isn’t he?”
Some still harbored doubts, but they were merely doubts.
Most accepted and understood the situation, having already seen the efficacy of Hiiro’s precognition through their many activities with him.
“Hmph, I lost my cool for a moment. Must’ve been blinded. Sorry guys. Therefore… let’s get started for real now. Seems like that woman might figure it out soon.”
Everyone nodded in response to Himari’s command.
Though her words about ‘that woman’ were vague, no one in the room questioned her understanding.
With familiar motions, everyone returned to their respective stations, beginning their tasks.
“Let’s help Hiiro, our hero, from behind the scenes.”
…
3.
Every event has a cause and effect.
Cause and result. Start and end. Question and answer.
All things that happen in reality have their processes. This is an inevitable concept, a principle of the world.
No effect exists without a cause.
Nothing in this world happens without reason.
In technical terms, it’s also called the “Law of Sufficient Reason.”
For the existence of a thing, the occurrence of an event, and the emergence of a truth, there must be ample ground for justification.
For the result B to occur, the process A must precede. For A to occur, there must be a cause C.
Here, in the ‘ruins’, there is absolutely none of such cause and effect.
An utterly incomprehensible area—birth and process unknown.
With all the cutting-edge technology and information capabilities boasted by Millennium, the crown jewel of Kiburatos, information about the ruins remains significantly scarce.
All that was known was that it was once tied to the former student council president.
The moniker of Kiburatos—”the sewer where all forgotten and lost things gather”—still remains a mystery.
Several speculations arose, but none were conclusive enough to claim with certainty.
In that sense, venturing into the ruins was an utterly reckless and anxiety-filled challenge.
Advancing with no information whatsoever, hoping against hope, akin to the attitude of pirates from the days of old.
To that extent, I even anticipated revealing my true identity as ‘Silk’ during this journey to the ruins, given their unfathomable nature.
Starting the journey with the twins.
When I first laid eyes on the ruins, the emotions that rose within me were varied.
Perplexity. Astonishment. Fascination. And even… fear.
What I couldn’t comprehend about causality.
The forgotten and lost. The darker side of the city.
Now…
At the moment I fully activated my heightened senses, I understood everything.
I realized… I saw… I heard… I comprehended.
I knew I was right at the heart of the enemy’s stronghold.
What an incredibly bizarre place this was!
I realized what forgotten and lost things had congregated to create!
I felt the gaze. The malice. The countless entities watching me.
“Haha! Hahahahaha!”
It was so absurd, I couldn’t help but laugh.
The oppressive pressure this place brought, the countless wills—I could feel them pressing down on me. With every robot corpse that accumulated beneath my feet, the malice only grew darker.
A spine-chilling gaze poured over me, making it hard to breathe.
The twins had long disappeared from my heightened senses’ range, having entered the target factory.
What remained were these overwhelming wills from all directions.
The signals and will within each and every robot bore down on my consciousness.
So, I destroyed them. Until I felt relieved.
And above all…
“Shit, creepy bastards.”
The real pressure on my spirit was the malice sent by their master.
The ruins—this place was truly the domain (spiritual ground) of the enemy.
A place so steeped in villainy that even I, accustomed to facing villains and their evil, felt overwhelmed.
A realm of true understanding—an abandoned land permeated with incomprehensible knowledge and ominous self-awareness. The domain of the dead.
Beneath it all, I saw the madness dreaming of a new creation.
Unnamed priests.
Worshipers of gods with no name.
“Damn bastards.”
The true master of this land directed its gaze toward me.
These countless robotic armies were their private forces.
Even after being rained with missiles, their overwhelming numbers persisted.
“They bomb their own land and armies. Are these guys insane?”
They were absolutely crazy. That’s what I believed deep down.
Then, my heightened senses whispered to me.
Rather, the intent of someone reached my ear.
‘Isn’t the one who renounces all attachments and lets go truly the one who is twisted?’
“What?”
‘In a strange way, we genuinely respect the foolish choice you’ve made.’
What nonsense.
I couldn’t help but give a hollow laugh as I crushed a nearby robot’s core with my fist. Raising the hand that emerged from its back, I stuck up the middle finger—a gesture universally understood as “fuck off.”
“Shut up, bastards.”
Rage burned fiercely within me, a fire I couldn’t fully understand.
Such a primal emotion it was.
This place, these voices, this situation—all stirred such profound anger within me.
It was an intense loathing, a feeling that could be called disdain.
My fury in Kiburatos had rarely reached such heights.
Yet, it wasn’t an unmanageable rage.
It merely illuminated one clear fact.
The unnamed priests—they were my enemies.
Not just any enemy. They were my nemesis, filled with such fervent intent that even the slightest mercy seemed out of the question.
Apparently, I had despised these bastards intensely in the past too.
“Son of a bitch.”
Of course, today was no different.
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