Is It Bad That the Main Character’s a Roleplayer?

Episode 402 One person (8)

Wait. But isn’t this the intersection of memories?

The phenomenon of three overlapping viewpoints reminded me of a fact I had forgotten.

A crossroads of memory, meaning the moment when incompatible things become compatible. Also, the current situation is that memories that cannot exist at the same time are fixed in one place.

No matter how you look at it, now was the time.

“No, but how did the gap come about?!”

I turned into a porcelain with both hands on my head and looked around. The world, where the corners were distorted and three illusions were mixed together, was only gradually shrinking in space, with no cracks visible.

I don’t know how to get out.

“Is it okay for me to stay like this?”

I glanced at the world falling apart from corner to corner. What should I say? It’s a judgment based entirely on intuition, but I don’t think that’s the right answer.

On the contrary, the more I think about it, the more I think, ‘Isn’t this a time attack dead scene?’ That’s all I can think. Damn it, there’s no Tower of Time and Space here, and there’s even no Oracion playing gimmick!

“Oh please!”

Let me escape!

[What are you doing?]

“…!”

Clown?

“Mr. Clown?”

Where are you?

I was about to look around when I suddenly heard a voice and stopped. The moment I recognized the voice, the shattered world disappeared and a room made of stone appeared.

[You didn’t want to leave, did you?]

“No, I couldn’t find a gap…”

And in the middle of the room, there was a human with his heart raised and a demon with his heart split.

The devil, who I thought was dead, tilted his head slightly and stared at me. As if time has stopped, humans do not move at all.

[All I had to do was find a random direction and head out.]

“Huh?!”

No, find a gap! I have to find it and go out!!

[The broken spot is a gap.]

“Wasn’t it too wide to be a gap!?”

All the corners have come off, so how can that be a gap?

[Then what should we call it? A hole created when the horizon of memory collapses?]

“That’s…!”

crack? No, this isn’t much different from a gap. edge? Frontier? A broken spot?

[Right. Okay. I will say that next time.]

Even if I said, I would have already missed it! I couldn’t even get angry at the clown’s words and just groaned. I never imagined it would be such an easy gimmick.

“Does this mean I have to look at his memories more?…”

I said I don’t want to look at his memories. I know the past is pitiful, but it won’t go away because of what I did, so please stop showing me.

[Hmm.]

In response to my frustration, the clown brushed the tip of his skull with his fingertip and then snapped his finger.

[Fortunately, there is one more memory nearby that could serve as a crossroads.]

It was at least good news.

“really?”

[Yes.]

“When? “What is the situation?”

[Oh, I’m sorry, but I’m not always with Lee. Therefore, I cannot know the memories of places where I was not present. I only know the facts that Lee thought I would know.]

“…I know what you mean, but then the question arises as to how you knew this fact.”

Are you removing the hem? If that’s the case, I won’t forgive you. My eyes glared at the clown.

[The sense of unity that comes from the sameness of name just helped me understand the flow a little.]

Oh, can I trust this? I listened to his words with blurred eyes and eventually sighed and nodded. What can I do if I don’t believe it? It was a compliance bordering on resignation.

“I knew.”

Ha, then it’s forced viewing again. Damn, even if it’s close, how close is it?

“Why don’t you tell me this instead?”

[What?]

“The principles by which intersections are created, the conditions under which they occur… things like that.”

No one knows whether or not the new intersection will come as clearly as before. So, wouldn’t it be easier to prepare if you know the principles and conditions for occurrence?

[Hmm. It is born when the strong emotions embedded in the memories forcefully attract future or past memories to that moment.]

“Intense emotions….”

Wait a minute. Is this the thing you hate the most, aside from everything else, when you say you feel sorry for him? Through all the hardships and adversities, there has never been a crossroads…!

[If you use him well, you can break down the rule of going forward and not going back. This is a rule that has already been broken at the point where the past and the future intersect.]

“…I see. “Is it similar to why I skipped here?”

That’s it, and seeing as the clown’s stomach has split, it’s probably right now that the contract between them ended. However, the contract period was clearly concluded after 50 years.

And the few memories I witnessed from the time I renewed my contract seemed to have lasted only a few years at most. In other words, for the first time, I skipped several decades.

[Hmm. What do you remember about the last time you saw it?]

“The scene where the devil wearing a robe says he feels sorry for you…?”

[iced coffee. I know what it is.]

Meanwhile, the clown understood these words again. I don’t know how you understand. You say you don’t know everything?

“I guess there was something that could be assumed that you knew about this?”

[Well, I think it would be more accurate to say that the incident itself became famous. That’s because the foul-mouthed devil was hovering around him. Moreover, aren’t the only humans in hell and the topics they talk about inevitable to attract attention?]

“…It looks like the rumor has spread a lot.”

[Would you understand if it was a subordinate’s whisper that reached the corps commander’s ears?]

“Oh, I was expecting that.”

Apart from Asmodeus taking all the demons in the castle as lovers, there is a separate order of attention. In addition, Asmodeus’ top interest at the time was dominated by humans.

But in a situation like that, the person who monopolizes the attention says, ‘I don’t like him’? Whether it’s out of jealousy or frustration, I’m sure at least one person will come forward and file a complaint. It seems like even demons can’t avoid political drama.

“Still, I’m curious about Asmodeus’ reaction. Is he angry?”

[Corporation commander? Is that possible? He is not someone who gets angry about not being loved. However, it is not something that gives up.]

“…Ah.”

[Rather, he was having fun. Because the more difficult the love, the more his lust is aroused. Lee probably knew that too and acted like that. Any words you say will only be considered cute by the corps commander and will not be able to bring about his anger.]

… He said such dangerous words even though he knew that there was a possibility of being accused. In the end, was that even a calculated statement?

I relaxed, admiring her cleverness and meticulousness in many ways. After most of my questions were answered, I felt a sense of desperation again that I had to watch this again.

“…Does this mean I won’t be able to see you anymore after this time?”

[I guess that’s not the case. I am just a person who will be kicked out at this point.]

Ah, that is a bit of a shame. Since he was the only person I could talk to in my memories, I still felt a little attached to him.

“…It may be meaningless, but I hope your pain won’t be too great.”

It may be very painful when your heart is broken, but since it is a memory in the first place, saying such things would be useless. still.

[…I guess I know why you came into this memory.]

“Yes?”

[I think even this is useless…]

“…?”

[My dear, I hope you return without being trapped.]

Before I could say anything, the clown turned off the light in the eye socket. Then, as time stopped, the human chewed the dead clown’s heart and swallowed it.

“I’m disgusted.”

Who cares….

I somehow looked away from the person showing the heart eating show and caught a glimpse of her again when she finished eating.

I could see a face painted with black crayon sticking out its tongue. It was a natural reaction, as it was a natural reaction to eating a raw heart.

“It’s disgusting.”

But when I listen to her voice, it doesn’t seem like she’s saying that just out of consideration for her sarcasm.

A white hand lifted up the clown’s skull. A gas that seemed to symbolize darkness flowed from inside. Sigh. Surprisingly, it was within reach.

“I will take revenge.”

[Take revenge.]

“I will burn everything.”

[Burn.]

No, his heart was eaten, but he’s still alive? I was momentarily shocked by the black body that responded without vocal cords.

Even at this moment, humans are bringing the darkness they are holding to their mouths.

“Everything….”

[Kill them.]

The human put the devil in his mouth. It was as dark as a volleyball, but as soon as I pushed it in, everything went in. This was possible because everything was within reach but did not occupy any material space.

[A world like this is not worthy of existence.]

And when she passed the soul and name of Mephistopheles down her throat.

[Then sleep. Declare.]

Boom! Her body shook. thud! It was like having my heart shaken by an automatic defibrillator. thud! Her upper body bounced up and then back again.

[Make sure your name spreads throughout this hell.]

At the same time, her jet black hair began to take on shade once more. Drop, drop. The black flames rising from the collar flow down like water droplets.

[Now, my dear.]

Following the flowing fire, the clothes turned to ash and died. Instead, black leather made of flames wraps around her entire body and hides the flesh inside from view.

Wood-dud-dud-duk. The sound of something twisting and deforming rang out in the invisible darkness. eww. It must hurt. My eyebrows furrowed reflexively.

“flaw.”

However, the painful transformation did not take long. The soot that had protruded and visually expressed the process of change began to slowly clear.

[What is your name?]

The darkness that she had swallowed or that had swallowed her melted and hid into the shadows, asking the last question of her life.

[Your name is….]

“I am.”

As if answering the dying devil’s question, the being that swallowed darkness raised its head. What hangs down accordingly is the gray hair.

“My name is—”

Hair as weak and thin as a spider’s web parted on both sides and invisible lips parted. The voice that describes the language is not much different from before, but there is something different about it.

[Mephistopheles.]

Oh, yes. Since it is no longer human, it has no choice but to be different.

[Now I am Mephistopheles.]

The devil who abandoned himself as a human defined his identity like a sigh. It was such a strange thing. It was clear that the person who won the bet was a human, but what was left behind was the name of the devil.

[I am I…]

The words of someone who gave up everything for revenge seemed empty. The old human held his head with both hands and sobbed in a laughing voice.

[…Hehehehaha!]

And in the end, those sobs turned into mad laughter. no. It was a scream. [Aaaaa!!] The passion that filled the empty space became a roar that resounded throughout the room.

[I’m going to kill them all!]

At that point, I realized why she was doing that. The emptiness that would be endlessly sad to some was just the starting point of anger for her.

[I will kill you!!]

Even if losing it was your own choice.

The person who used everything as an excuse to get angry started yelling.

[Everything… everything…!]

Also, at the end, the person who had expressed his anger to the fullest lifted his head. [Everyone die.] The voice that died down accordingly was extremely cold and gloomy.

The anger that had stopped radiating began to subside inward and create denser anger. It is a flame that burns ever more bitterly.

[….]

She picked up the remains of the clown on the floor, holding the flame within her.

A piece of bone resembling a mountain goat’s skull was left behind. What once served as the head of a clown is now nothing more than an object, having lost its soul and name.

The devil holding the remains lifted it up and placed it on his face.

[…I have to explain it to the corps commander first.]

The bone is too large to be dismissed as a mask. To the point where it looks more like a helmet.

[But you will have no choice but to look at me.]

But even with that fact, the person who wrote it did not pay any attention.

A completely fixed person with a look I recognized walked towards one wall, flapping a black scroll.

[That’s the way you and I love, right?]

Her hand goes towards the wall. Squeak. A door that was indistinguishable from the wall opened and someone rushed in with their back to the light.

[#$@%#@.]

[I ate the court jester. Are you going to love me too?]

[#$@%#@$$#.]

[That’s quite touching.]

And noise.

[Can’t I kill you? Is that the love you spoke of?]

Noise again.

[He’s nice. Okay, show me your neck. Prove your love.]

Noise again.

[Good night my love.]

Lastly….

[I told you so. When I put love into my mouth, you will know who I am.]

Puddles of blood and fire.

I sighed weakly, rewatching the blurry memories I had seen earlier in high resolution. The anger that I had hidden because I was weak was burning up in a truly spectacular way.

“You idiot. “He died well.”

But honestly, Asmodeus seems to be a demon who can’t be upset even if he gets stabbed. I spent the first time booming on her kill. Of course, after this, my thumb will continue to point downward.

“Ah, when will my memories end?”

If this continues, you’re going to see me meet that damn kid, right?

I stared at the back of the person leaving the castle, swearing all sorts of things in my mind. I couldn’t even imagine what memories would unfold after this.