Magician in Type-Moon

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"……certainly."

However, Kiz sighed softly, and his next words sounded like the sound of a hammer falling.

"And so the world has fallen to this state."

"……what?"

Matou Ike frowned slightly, his gaze becoming even more probing.

"Don't you understand, Matou Ike?"

Kiz's voice was gentle, as if he were guiding an apprentice who had not yet fully grasped the truth.

Matou Ike was silent for a few seconds, then softly uttered a sentence.

"No, I understand."

he whispered.

"It's a question about the direction of life, isn't it?"

"very good."

Kiz smiled, his eyes filled with a hint of almost benevolent light.

"You are very smart."

Their conversation was like a profound question-and-answer session, or even more like a discussion between an excellent teacher and student.

"It is not that we commit crimes, but that we are created to commit crimes."

Kiz spoke softly, as if recounting some immutable principle.

"Stronger, smarter, gentler, more beautiful—it is this ambition that has driven us to a dead end."

Calling it original sin is fine too.

For example, upholding justice.

For example, longing to travel.

For example, being drawn to the abyss of magic.

All the dreams that people cherish are aspirations for a certain way of being.

If this is called sin—then, literally, no one in the world is without sin.

"Then, I'll continue."

Kiz said in a calm voice, yet his words were like a sharp scalpel, drawing a line between their conversation.

"I ask you as a magician: Why do you think humanity has become the way it is?"

This sentence suddenly carries an indescribable sense of grandeur.

"Human?"

Matouchi repeated the word softly, his gaze slightly fixed.

"Science may have other perspectives, but isn't modern science too worthless for a magician?"

"I can't deny that."

Matouike gave a brief response.

Since the end of the mythological era, mystery has been fading away at an alarming rate. The once glorious legacy is now reduced to fragmented echoes, and even those great fragments that barely survive are fading and thinning irreversibly until they can no longer continue.

What the magician pursued for two thousand years ultimately amounted to nothing.

At least, there are quite a few people who think so—that's an undeniable fact.

“In the past, God, as the most intelligent of all beings, and mankind who served God both had missions.”

Kiz sighed softly and continued:

"Neither those who live correctly nor those who live incorrectly have ever doubted their mission. However, at the end of the mythical age, almost everything was lost. We can only stagger and crawl in the darkness like an abandoned herd of beasts."

His tone was not impassioned; in fact, it could be described as frighteningly calm.

"In a sense, the First Emperor was the one who rebelled against this."

First Emperor—

Matou Ike lowered her eyelids slightly, listening to Kiz's words echo in the air.

"He once connected the isolated East and West, collected scattered cultures, and tried to recast humanity's mission in a new form."

Kiz paused for a moment, then gave a faint, wry smile.

"However, even the vast empire he built only lasted for two generations before disappearing into the annals of history."

His gaze fell on Matou Ike, as if he wanted to see if he understood what he meant.

"As you know, what happened afterward was that humanity never regained its mission in any form, and it never will."

"..."

Matou Ike did not respond immediately; he tilted his head slightly, as if deep in thought.

A moment later, he let out a cold laugh.

"Why are you bringing this up now?"

His tone carried a hint of sarcasm.

"Wouldn't it be somewhat inappropriate to lament humanity's sins and folly?"

"No, I am not talking about lamentation."

Kiz shook his head, his eyes deep, as if peering into the deeper layers of the world.

"I'm asking a more fundamental question."

His voice was slightly lowered, like a murmur under the night sky.

Please answer me—we,

Why did it turn out this way?

Kiz said he would ask questions as a magician.

This means that he is seeking not just an individual answer, but an answer that belongs to the modern magician.

"Based on the way you just asked the question... you won't get the answer 'because we're stupid,' will you?"

Matou Ike said calmly.

"Hmm, ha, ha. That's called arrogance, Matou Ike."

Kiz's tone was relaxed, even with a hint of a smile.

However, the eyes that looked up at Matouike were too straightforward, even stubborn.

At that moment, those eyes reflected the chandelier above the round table in the room—

The radiance reflected by the lights was like a corner of the night sky, distant and profound.

Chapter 525 Creating Planets

In the night sky, the "beautiful moon" seemed to be shining brightly.

"Humans never had that option. Whether it's lifespan or genes, the direction of life is fixed at birth. We are programmed from the beginning to be jealous, resentful, and wasteful, so it's pointless to pursue these sins from the start."

—Determinism.

Human behavior is determined from the very beginning of our existence.

No matter how miraculous the event, it is like an extremely complex and lengthy game of billiards, where all destinies begin to unfold along their trajectory the moment the first cue ball is struck.

Kiz's words describe this kind of worldview.

Even if there are some deviations in the process, the direction that humanity will ultimately arrive at was set from the moment we were born on this planet.

So--

"—Then, the failure is not human beings, but the parents."

"……parents?"

Matou Ike frowned slightly, then realized a certain possibility, and his eyes darkened.

"Shouldn't you..."

"It's the planet's responsibility."

With a slightly teasing smile, Kiz tapped the floor lightly with his toe.

"Boom."

The resounding boom did not stop at our feet, but traveled deeper into the earth.

The vast ocean floating with the "Death Line Joy Ship," the continent embracing the ocean, the planetary core supporting the earth... Kiz, with this tiny gesture, points to all of this.

"Therefore, what we should change is neither humanity nor God."

"In the end, we are both creations of this planet, and we are equal victims."

"Since the error began on the planet—"

"Then what we should create are planets."

Such bold words can even create a misconception.

It felt as if a magnificent opera was unfolding before my eyes.

Elgo's experiment.

A grand magic trick from the mythical era that devoured three deities.

The alchemists from the Atlas Institute—the Kurdris family—who participated in the experiment, attempted to transform Elgo into the ultimate calculator to save the future.

At that moment, Kiz said.

"That's what the magician from the other side of the sea said."

He wants to create planets.