The Real World—
Theresa's eyes widened. "Huh? H-how could this happen?"
Bianka pressed her lips together. "In the end... he still failed..."
Siegfried clicked his tongue. "That guy actually fell right before success? Tch, how pathetic!"
Kiana clenched her fists. "Damn it! Otto, you're so useless! You actually failed at the very last moment! Can you even call yourself a super final boss like this? Get up already!!!"
Kallen Kaslana covered her mouth. "Otto..."
In the end, the real Otto watched the version of "himself" on the Light Screen, watched as "his" consciousness gradually sank into darkness, and murmured, "If it were 'me,' I absolutely would not fall at this final moment. Even if my body were riddled with wounds, even if I were gravely injured, I should not fall like this!"
"So, if you really are 'me,' then stand up!"
His quiet murmur seemed to pierce endless space and time, finally reaching Otto's ears within the Light Screen image.
At that moment, Otto, who should have fallen and whose consciousness should have sunk into eternal darkness, vaguely saw his beloved saint once more—saw that beautiful smile.
And so, Otto erupted.
As the background music suddenly swelled, Otto's eyes snapped open. Amid the stirring music, his inner monologue rang out once more.
"Once a person's soul has scattered, they can never be brought back to life."
"The world permits consciousness to match with a new vessel, but it does not permit a vessel to gather scattered consciousness."
Otto roared as he tore open his own body, forcibly wrenching himself free from the wound that had pierced through him.
As blood splashed, golden radiance surged forth. The explosive power utterly shattered the Imaginary energy binding him, restoring his freedom.
His injuries were so severe that if anyone else had suffered them,