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“Hey!”
When I realized the Harvester could no longer be stopped, I shouted out.
“You—make sure you live. I’ll live too. They’ll live too. I won’t lose to loneliness. I’ll prove that you were right.”
The Harvester turned back. His face was gentle.
“I’ll be waiting. I’ll find you in the next world. Together, let’s change the rules of the world.”
The moment he nodded, the Harvester’s finger touched the god’s left eye.
The god’s mouth curled in a satisfied smile.
Keep smiling while you can, you psycho bastard.
The Harvester’s body began to grow younger and younger. He became more beautiful than I could have imagined—far more than that coldly smiling god.
No merciless god could ever surpass the beauty of the Harvester, who knew what life was.
Then, as he returned to his original form, he swiftly dissolved into the shape of a soul, and was absorbed into the god’s eyeball.
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In that instant, I caught a glimpse of his soul. It was a translucent silver. I must remember this color. When I meet him again, no matter what form he takes, his soul will surely remain the same.
Do not forget. Remember, my self of the next world.
“Now that I’ve successfully harvested him, I am satisfied. All that remains is for you to discard what is unnecessary within yourselves and move quickly. I cannot remain in this world any longer—”
The god, who had been looking around at us, suddenly contorted his face and clutched his left eye.
Good, hold on, our Harvester.
“It hurts… why…?”
As the god bent down into the cosmos, Rhone declared:
“You won’t take them. they're our passenger.”
By then, the familiar silver blade had already extended from Rhone’s hand.
I knew what he was about to do. He wasn’t going to stab the god. He was—
The long blade pierced Rhone’s own heart.
“What… are you doing?”
Still holding his eye, the god let out a feeble voice.
‘What are you doing?’ … Don’t act dumb, you dull bastard.
A little ways off, Ululu clung to Silent-chan.
I’ll take him with me.
“Ulu…”
I gripped the trembling Ululu’s wrist tightly.
“Don’t worry. You’re coming with us to the new world. You’ll follow, won’t you?”
“Urun!”
He must have understood what I meant. In those charming eyes, I could see firm resolve.
When I looked to Rhone, he was already holding his own heart in one hand, grinning back at me.
Not the cold smile of a god—this was the mischievous grin of a child.
“At last, I can imitate him too.”
No sooner had he said this than he pulled the Ululu I had pushed forward into his arms and pressed the heart into Ululu’s gaping mouth.
“Ulu-lu-lu-lu-lu-lu—”
Though he showed a moment of struggle, Ululu swallowed the heart with a gulp.
Well done. Now Ululu won’t be swept away by the tide of the transition.
Supporting Ululu, I heard Rhone, his face pale as paper from giving up his heart, speak brightly:
“The rest is up to you.”