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"Look, this person's boots are so broken... his toes are even sticking out..."
"Is he an adventurer who just returned from the Red Dragon Mountains' dungeon? No, his clothes seem to be the standard noble attire..."
"I wasn't talking about that. I kind of want to lick it..."
"Huh?"
"Haha, just kidding, honey, you're so silly..."
Before the conversation between the affectionate couple was over, Allen's figure had already passed them by.
The man looked at his back, a little confused.
"He looks kind of familiar..."
The wife's eyes, however, shone with a strange light.
Isn't that the same impressive guard of the Princess who killed someone on the river two months ago? I didn't think he seemed cold and unapproachable before, and his killing was very intimidating.
But today, running all sweaty, he clearly looks like a boy.
The couple walked several steps, and the wife kept turning her head to look at Allen's back, hesitating whether to take the opportunity to invite him...
But she was also afraid that if they had too much fun tonight, the boy might not be able to handle it and might get angry and kill her. That wouldn't be good. From afar, he didn't seem like it, but up close, this guard, although handsome, was clearly not the type of noble scion who played around so wantonly like her usual 'customers'...
She could only sigh.
"Honey, our pleasure boat business was pretty good this month. Next month, should we look for some younger boys... for a different kind of service..."
"Oh? That's a good idea..."
The couple who had shouted an invitation to Allen to their home on the day of the killing in Flowing Falls City.
They were in the pleasure boat business.
It was unexpected, yet logical.
Squeak!
Allen twisted under the bridge, plunging into the bustling crowd before him. Most people were still pointing at the sky, making his head-down, hurried figure stand out.
Jostling through the crowd, Allen navigated his way, following the same route they had taken two months ago when they had walked out of the Water Capital Inn to the riverbank.
His shoulders were soaked with sweat.
Allen, whose battle aura was completely depleted, had finally shed the luxurious 'coat' of the extraordinary. Under the sudden, overwhelming might of heaven and earth, he was more like one of the ordinary people in this world of Jobless Reincarnation.
Logically.
The Divine Child Transformation of Zenith shouldn't have made him exhaust all his battle aura, pushing himself for over an hour to run from the royal capital.
But...
Slap, a drop of sweat landed on Allen's hand. He wiped it away. Not far ahead was the alley they had turned out of that morning.
'Calm down, calm down.'
'I've influenced too many people in this life. The Great Teleportation happening early is a given.'
'But it will definitely not expand its range, so Flowing Falls City is absolutely safe.'
His steps did not stop. Allen narrowed his eyes, looking up at the sky.
Above his head, the floating, writhing, corrupted splotches of color were like storm clouds pressing down on the city, making him feel breathless just by looking at them.
'...The description of the Great Teleportation in the original novel was just fragmented text. I never expected it to be so oppressive in person, with the naked eye. Can it even cover Flowing Falls City?'
'No problem, no problem... In the book, the description of the Great Teleportation was that it could be seen from all over the world. Even Roxy, who was far away in Shirone, clearly saw it...'
'...Let me review it one more time.'
'The essence of the Great Teleportation is the Future Divine Child using her Divine Child abilities to summon Nanahoshi to the past, to save her beloved, Shinohara Akito. It's a summon magic that's almost a rule of the world.'
'But because the magic required too much mana, the Divine Child couldn't provide it all. So the summon was only half-completed, creating a tiny spacetime rift above the Fittoa territory.'
'Rudy's soul squeezed through the rift, and the Jobless Reincarnation began.'
'His existence changed the fates of many people, causing the future to continuously change. The worldline kept jumping between various possibilities, affecting the stability of the six-sided world.'
'The rift continuously expanded. Finally, on Rudy's birthday, after Eris fell in love with Rudy and the worldline underwent another violent change, the rift reached a size that could complete the summon magic, and Nanahoshi's physical body was summoned.'
'The half-completed summon magic fulfilled its prerequisite conditions, but because there was no more mana to support it, it began to actively absorb mana from the Fittoa territory, throwing out the humans, who were considered impurities, from the teleportation range.'
'The final consequence of the summon magic...'
'...was the "Great Teleportation Disaster." The entire Fittoa territory was used as a charging station for the summon magic.'
'In this life, I've influenced more people's fates, changed more things. The butterfly flapped its wings into a hurricane. The worldline kept changing, making spacetime even more unstable. The summon magic arrived two years early.'
'And I also took precautions in advance. After I grasped 'desire' and successfully achieved thought-masking, I used my maneuvering in the royal capital to 'pull' everyone out of the Fittoa territory's range in time.'
'While in hindsight, my stirring up trouble in the royal capital caused the worldline to change again, bringing the teleportation time forward to now. It seems very dangerous in terms of timing, but overall, the result is good. It's not a complete coincidence, because judging by the journey, everyone had already left the Fittoa territory's range ten days ago.'
'There's absolutely no problem. My goal has been perfectly achieved...'
The colors in the sky grew more corrupted, even staining his dark gray pupils.
Seeing this, Allen took a deep breath.
'As for the range! No matter how much I flap my wings in this life! The range of the Great Teleportation cannot expand! Because the total amount of mana required for the summon magic is fixed!'
'No matter what, only Nanahoshi is being summoned. No matter how much I change the worldline, it's impossible for me to change the Divine Child's mind by changing the world to a completely different worldline.'
'The result of this Great Teleportation doesn't come from the future, because the future, at the moment of the teleportation, has already changed. Shinohara Akito will not die in this worldline. The final result of sealing Human God will indeed involve this person, so the Divine Child will not be changed by my butterfly effect in this worldline.'
'The range cannot expand.'
Thinking this, Allen should have let out a sigh of relief.
But what responded to his thoughts was the unstoppable cold sweat pouring down him.
He was trying to persuade himself, to calm himself.
Why?
'F*, the Human God's stench is too strong. It's so foul it makes me sick.'
'This unexpected situation is too much of a coincidence.'
'How is this different from the "prelude" to turning point 4 in the original novel, when Rudy suddenly received news that Zenith was trapped in the Rapan dungeon?'
'One after another, unexpected situations forcing people to constantly make choices amidst the sudden variables. And He, Human God, merely uses "future sight" to instigate it from behind the scenes.'
'Ultimately, the dungeon rat gets a Game Over, and is killed with a single strike...'
Amidst his inner thoughts, Allen had reached the intersection ahead. He gritted his teeth, lowered his head, and turned to walk down the fork in the road before him.
The next instant.
'Fate.'
'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'
In the instant he lowered his head, in his pupils, which had contracted to pinpricks, in the moment he turned into the fork in the road.
In fate.
There were white strands of hair before Allen's pupils.
Completely different from the demure, always-blushing girl in the royal capital...
Wild, messy, sharp.
Swinging, cutting the air before him, making Allen's eyes sting.
It was the incredibly sharp sword intent of the Sword God Style.
Orsted.
Brushed past Allen.
His golden, lava-hot eyes cast a glance. With just one look, Allen's heart plummeted to his stomach.
'How could he be... here...?!!!'
'Orsted!!!!'
Orsted took one step out of the alley. He glanced at the ordinary pedestrian who had met his gaze and then stiffly turned to walk away. He paused for an instant, then looked at the 'Styrian Well' not far away.
His footsteps did not stop.
The next instant.
Pat, the firm, dragon-skin sole of his boot hit the ground. It did not lift again.
He stopped, raising his eyebrows.
"...That 'desire' is quite sharp..."
"Sword God Style?"
"But in this location, it's not Ghislaine."
Orsted turned to look at Allen's back, which was pushing through the crowd.
"Another one..."
"A variable."
"Ah!!!" The moment his words fell, a large number of pedestrians who felt Orsted's curse aura collapsed, crawling and scrambling backwards on the ground in a panic.
Orsted ignored the pedestrians he had terrified. A faint look of impatience appeared on his face. He lifted his foot, and his figure began to blur in the air.
The next instant, however, he solidified. He looked up.
He looked towards the eaves on the east side.
A blond man in white clothes wearing a yellow mask had soundlessly appeared on the rooftop.
Glorious Armand. Even without a physical body, he felt a chilling sensation all over under Orsted's gaze. He quickly bowed to Orsted, indicating that he was just passing by, sent by the 'Dragon King' to investigate.
But Orsted did not respond to his bow.
He merely looked past him, at the eastern sky.
It was just an afterimage.
In a breath, the afterimage vanished into the air.
And the glorious spirit on the eaves also dissolved into specks of light and disappeared from its spot.
Allen forcefully pushed through the surrounding pedestrians, running towards the Styrian Well.
The shock of suddenly encountering Orsted still lingered in his mind. The complex emotions that then surged forth combined with the shock, making him feel so agitated he wanted to vomit.
This short afternoon was full of uncontrollable variables!
His brain, which lacked the clarity of battle aura, was a mush, performing the second set of national radio calisthenics in his mind.
His body wasn't jumping, but his nerves, thoughts, and ideas, still following the will of his heart, drove his body to run.
It wasn't out of fear.
The moment he encountered Orsted and paused, he heard the faint cries of children in the distance.
Allen turned to look.
He saw, on the other side of the river at the Styrian Well, a crowd of people. A red-haired maid in uniform held a crying blonde little girl in her arms, and was helping a dazed Zenith, who had no light in her eyes and looked as if she were in a dream, walk towards a passenger ship on the river before them.
A small, red-haired tail followed behind, looking a little timid due to the large number of strangers.
Lilia, Norn, and Aisha.
It seemed that Zenith's external manifestation as a Divine Child was more obvious now. Lilia had already determined that resting wouldn't solve the problem, and was actively boarding a ship to the royal capital to seek help.
If he didn't stop them, he would miss them again.
Orsted was still behind him. His features, which were revealed, were those of a person affected by a curse. As long as he didn't turn back, there would be no problem.
This was too messy.
He had to deal with the immediate situation first.
This simple thought drove Allen to instinctively run. But after a few steps, he stopped again.
Right at the entrance of the 'Styrian Well.'
He recalled a memory from two months ago.
The memory of himself standing here.
What happened then?
Murder.
Who did he kill?
The Puppeteer.
Who was the Puppeteer?
Someone with a close relationship to Chaos...
Orsted, appearing here...
What was he...
...going to do?
"Hey." A rough voice sounded behind Allen. His pupils suddenly contracted.
Then, his transmigrated memories flashed through his mind like a light show.
One name after another jumped in his mind.
Roxy, Sylphy, Isolte, Hilda, Rudy, Paul, Zenith, Lilia, Norn, Aisha.
His thoughts seemed to take a very long time.
But it was only an instant.
He quietly looked at Zenith and the others in the distance. He did not call out to them.
He then turned to look behind him.
Orsted stood right behind him, but he was not looking at Allen. He was looking at Zenith and the others on the other side of the river, whom Allen had just been looking at. His gaze paused slightly on Zenith's dazed face, then shifted to Norn in Lilia's arms. (In the previous loop, the child she would have with Ruijerd gave the Dragon God a lot of help in the future.)
He lowered his head to look at Allen, then his figure suddenly vanished into the air.
Allen was already preparing what he would say, but seeing Orsted disappear, he froze for an instant, his expression changing dramatically. He turned to look behind him.
On the other side of the river.
The crowd was bustling. There was no scene of a two-meter-tall demigod suddenly appearing beside Zenith and the others, and turning everyone into skewered candy.
Lilia's anxious expression about boarding the ship was still the same.
And Zenith's dazed, expressionless demeanor was also unchanged.
Norn was still crying.
Aisha...
...turned to look at Allen.
She stared at him across the river, as if she had been wronged. Her lips curled as if she was about to cry. She pulled on Lilia's maid uniform with her chin, holding her back.
The latter frowned. She first looked at Aisha as if to scold her, but then felt the child's urgency and looked up.
Zenith's dazed face also turned with her.
Allen saw this scene. For some reason, he suddenly felt a great sense of relief.
His thoughts, accompanied by this sense of relief, surged and floated.
As if weightless, they floated into a ball of fire.
He was no longer able to speak.
The sudden, tearing pain, as if he were being pulled apart by a vortex, instantly obscured all his thoughts.
He was in so much pain that he couldn't even scream. It felt as if his entire body were being burned by flames.
His body was unharmed, so the pain... was coming from his soul.
Thump, Allen fell to his knees.
The sudden cries of alarm and weeping gradually faded from his ears...
Fading...
His sense of touch also seemed to disappear...
His face... was this a stone floor?
There was moss on it...
Aisha was crying very hard...
Lilia's expression seemed panicked...
Allen, curled like a shrimp on the ground, still tried to look up at the other side of the river.
What was Lilia saying?
Amidst the violent pain, he blinked blankly.
The shape of her lips...
Allen.
That's right, she was exclaiming his name. Her gaze was directed at...
...behind him...
In the instant his consciousness vanished, Allen turned to look behind him.
The violent pain tore his mind apart. He couldn't concentrate on any thought.
But in his subconscious, he still felt he could see a tall figure, his hand-blade having pierced him straight through...
But no...
All he could see was.
—Overwhelming, annihilating light.
Scorching, brilliant, carrying a chaotic surge of mana.
In an instant, it submerged everything.
The Great Teleportation...
It happened early...
The Great Teleportation...
The range...
It reached here...
Why...
...did this happen this happen this happen this happen this happen this happen this happen this happen this happen this happen this happen this happen this happen this happen this happen this happen this happen this happen this happen this happen this happen this happen this happen this happen this happen this happen this happen this happen this happen this happen this happen this happen this happen this happen this happen this happen this happen this happen this happen this happen this happen this happen this happen this happen this happen this happen this happen this happen this happen this happen this happen this happen this happen this happen this happen this happen this happen this happen this happen this happen...
The moment the light enveloped Allen.
He felt a sense of relief.
Within his vision, he could see nothing. But he didn't know if a part of his senses had been taken.
It made the tearing sensation he had just felt in his soul disappear.
His senses were so nimble.
It was the feeling of being born.
Hazy light, soft darkness, warm water caressing his body, and a gentle voice, distant yet incredibly clear.
—"How about we call you Allen Boreas Greyrat?"
Red waves rolled before his eyes. Someone was watching him in the light.
It was Hilda's figure.
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