World Ender の小説・ストーリー

I shrugged my shoulders, "Doesn't matter. That doesn't stop it from becoming reality." "Whatever," Noah mumbled. "There are many much more reasonable things that could end the world. It's more likely there would be an asteroid attack or a nuclear holocaust. Maybe global warming but even aliens are more likely than zombies." I started laughing, "Yes, Noah, the world is going to end because Aliens will finally decide to take over." Noah propped himself up on his elbow so he was looking down at me as I laid there laughing. Our hands were still intertwined as he smiled down at me while I laughed.

Bryan's making out with her sister? It's official. This is the end of the world.

he murmured, "wait for me. Once I’ve taken care of everything, I’ll come back and make it up to you." But I would not wait. ... By the time Lucas resolved the company’s affairs and came looking for me, I was already gone. I had quit my teaching job, left the city, and erased all traces of myself from his world. All I left behind was a single message: [The dead do not return.] Lucas understood. He sat before the abandoned house where we had once lived, crying in despair. Later, I learned he liquidated his empire, declared bankruptcy, and emptied his accounts into mine.

I asked hazily, "I thought I had to get married to pass this dungeon…" "Yeah. You have to marry the Sea God." Cyrus' lips kept trailing south the whole time. I could vaguely see a red tuxedo materializing on his upper body. That was when I suddenly recalled the Sea God's statue in the chapel. It had countless tentacles forming its lower body. Did that mean Cyrus was the Sea God? My boyfriend wasn't just an NPC in the survival game—he was also the final boss? As soon as that thought popped into my mind, I felt myself getting enveloped by the water and the tentacles. I could also hear Cyrus' enchanting voice.

Jack had seen pieces of it before in Source visions and Genesis Protocol fragments, but never like this. It was not a wall of stone, code, or light. It was made of endings. Millions of them. Billions. Stories folded into barriers. Sacrifices. Lost chances. Abandoned futures. Witnesses converted into collateral. Pain misfiled as structure. Mercy charged interest until it became brick. And beyond it, pressing gently, patiently, infinitely, was hunger. The World Eater did not roar. It did not need to. Its silence was appetite without urgency. It had eaten stars, perhaps universes, perhaps meanings older than stars. It could wait a little longer for a family to make a mistake.

Isn't that so incredible at some point? “What was that?“ I was surprised and joyously click the first notification. [Notification: The world had end but it wasn't the end of everything, it is a new beginning.] What was that even supposed to say? Confused on what is really happening, I open the two remaining notifications.

James was stunned. “Yeah.” Zella nodded and said, “If you give up, the Deputy Leader of the Extraterrestrial Demons and the Grand Patriarch of the Doom Race, who are managing things in the dark, will live. Following your surrender, Zaden will end up controlling Endlos in the future. Meanwhile, the Deputy Leader of the Extraterrestrial Demons will return to the Dark World. Endlos will have temporary peace. “The timing isn’t right because your ability hasn’t reached its peak. Surrendering means choosing to live on. After giving up, you can go into hiding and cultivate. Once your cultivation base reaches its peak, everything will come easy to you.

Bonus - Kyrios and Eloise The End

The sanctuary grew still. The floating memories above them flickered. Ancient worlds appeared. Worlds they had already seen. Worlds that had fallen. Worlds consumed by darkness. Worlds erased. Then more appeared. Hundreds. Thousands. Millions. The images stretched endlessly. A vast graveyard of forgotten civilizations. The scale was horrifying. Orion pointed toward them. "The End doesn't destroy worlds immediately." The memories shifted. Showing civilizations thriving. Growing. Prospering. Then changing. Slowly. Subtly.

“We guide it.” Sylra frowned. “Guide a god?” “Guide the merge,” I corrected. “Before it consumes everything.” Edward’s eyes met mine. “And if we fail?” I exhaled, the wind carrying the faint echo of divine whispers through the air. “Then the world won’t end, Edward. It’ll begin again. But not the way we know it.” For a long moment, none of us spoke. The only sound was the quiet hum of the Heart and the endless whisper of the wind.