Russell looked at Sally Ruth in astonishment, a little unbelievable for a moment.
Although he had generally had this premonition... Russell never expected that Sally Ruth would say it so directly.
His brain stopped spinning in an instant, and the little rationality he had left was unable to analyze what Sally Ruth was pursuing.
"Of course...fun."
Sally Ruth lowered her head happily and whispered into Russell's head.
She seemed to stick out her tongue and lick Russell's earlobe, but based on the position of her head, the length of her tongue should never be able to touch Russell's earlobe.
"Isn't the most abundant thing in your happy island just fun?"
"...You also know that I was born on Sogo Island."
Russell reluctantly responded.
"But I have always regarded you as my best and most precious pet."
Sally Ruth sighed sadly: "I also want to lock you in a cage and enjoy it as you please... But that would be a shame.
"After all, that's not why you came here. I stopped you and tempted you many times - but you still embarked on your destiny."
"...my destiny? What destiny?"
"——Those who are born with knowledge can only be 'saints'."
Sally Ruth let go of Russell and floated back a few steps.
She looked at Russell, with a wild smile on her face: "Generally speaking, I never bother to care about saviors or saints.
"But you... are so interesting.
"It's actually a dull yellow soul - I really want to know how far you will go if you are born as a 'saint' and go through hardships to become a 'hero'.
"Is it possible to reshape a world that has lost hope?
"Can this cage of decay be broken?
"Can I see the black tower collapse?"
"…What on earth are you talking about?"
Russell vaguely felt that he was so close to the truth.
The instructor seemed to have told a lot of great secrets, but he couldn't understand a word of it.
The anxiety and inexplicable uneasiness he felt when the Riddler selectively leaked secrets made him unable to help but become anxious.
The dim yellow light that was constantly rotating in his chest also became flickering.
"Ah, to put it more simply."
Sally Ruth reached out and touched her lips, the corners of her lips raised: "The world is longing for a savior, so it looks for a savior with suitable qualifications through me...
"The destiny I carry is the 'Opener'... In other words, Sally Ruth is the shell I need to adhere to the material world as the 'Opener'. Even though it is as sweet as sugar, it is just a drop of resin.
Poly shell.
"I am in charge of the opening of the 'door'. Among the many doors, one is the door between this world and the adjacent world.
"It was closed before and I decided to open it.
"So, the cry of the world's death resounded across the river of dreams.
"The 'I' from other worlds sent you here.
"But what I didn't expect was that you were sent here as an embryo at dusk. This is so interesting, isn't it?"
"...I still don't understand."
Russell shook his head and said honestly.
He asked in a deep voice: "What is dusk? Are you in other worlds my boss?"
"I don't know what I am in other worlds.
"As for dusk... it is a certain existence that will inevitably bring the world to an end. Every dying world will give birth to a dusk that belongs to this world. It will absorb all the essence of this world, and finally draw it from the destroyed world.
Breaking out of its shell, it becomes something that heralds destruction.
"——In other words, you are the one destined to destroy this world. The 'death' of this world happened to choose you...the savior it longs for."
The corners of Sally Ruth's mouth rose and slowly cracked, revealing the sharp teeth inside.
Her golden hair was like a living thing, or like a slender worm, slowly squirming under the light.
"Indeed, it doesn't matter even if this kind of world is destroyed.
"But I really want to see...what will you do?
"This is undoubtedly the paradox of the end - the savior the world longs for is itself a sign of the world's demise.
"As a hero in Twilight... I was really looking forward to your ending. That's why I didn't imprison you beside me."
"...I probably understand."
Russell murmured softly: "Although there are still many terms that I don't understand, I probably know what you mean.
"That is to say, this world has been sentenced to death, right?"
"Yes."
"And its executioner is me, right?"
"Yes."
"But it didn't want to die, so it asked someone to come and rob the execution ground...and the person it found happened to be me, right?"
"Yes."
Sally Ruth added: "But I don't know whether the twilight essence in your soul existed before you came to this world... or whether it was generated after you came to this world. I am more inclined to the latter.
But the former is not excluded.
"If it's the former...then the person in your world should be grateful to me. You were destined to destroy your own world, but the fact that you were sent here actually saved your world."
"...It sounds like I'm some kind of trash."
Russell took a deep breath and pessimistically confirmed that he had probably become some sort of dependent family.
Is it possible to destroy the world...
really.
If one's spiritual power is out of control, the demon hatched from one's soul may indeed be able to destroy the world.
Because it is a psychic power that will never be discovered - it can imitate anyone, steal anyone's talents and thoughts, and become a demon for anyone.
Russell's "blue shift", that is, his rationality, is constraining his talents.
If his red shift breaks through to level 10, but his blue shift fails to keep up, then through uncontrolled copying and learning, what is finally born will never be a compassionate "god".
Rather, it is a demon that was born as a "tombstone" with the epitaph of the entire world engraved on it.
In the words of Sally Ruth, that's called dusk.
That is... the dusk called "Tombstone".
...To put it bluntly, this may be because my talent has been distorted since I tried to imitate the essence of my previous boss.
In the words of the running team, he may have already had the ability to cast spells at that time.
This kind of self is probably really thrown out as garbage...
"Don't say that."
Sally Ruth gently stroked Russell's cheek: "You are my treasure.
"It's the thing I cherish most..."
That is not the sight of a relative or a lover.
Enthusiastic and excited...just like the mobile game drawing cards, the joy and enthusiasm when you draw absolute human rights.
"It turns out that there is something fundamentally wrong with me..."
Russell took a deep breath, but felt a little relieved.
He had long since realized repeatedly that something was wrong—and his sensitivity allowed him to understand himself equally well.
But he is unwilling to admit that he is a monster, but he is always deceiving himself and suppressing his talents and instincts...
——Now that things have happened, it seems that there is no need to continue pretending.
