"Rin is dead..."
The ancient throne of history remained in this place. Behind the man murmuring upon it, an entire city had already risen.
The man clutched a pair of silver wind chimes, blood and tears of anguish pattering onto the ground...
"To let me have everything, you died before my eyes with a smile..."
"But what use is this magic, the Unique, to me?! A power that can grow infinitely stronger means nothing to me—I awakened because of your death, but you were the only one who truly mattered to me..."
"No matter what, though, I will bring you back..." White light that shattered space and time flared around the wind chimes in his hand.
"No matter what... I will bring you back to my side." His fingertips traced ripples through space. With a gentle squeeze, the wind chimes in his palm dissolved before his eyes into wisps of moon-white smoke.
"Since you died because of my The Unique, one day, you will live because of my The Unique as well..."
With bloody tears streaming down his face, the man finished speaking and sank beneath the ground along with his throne, descending into the depths of the "world" and "history."
The script began—a script created solely to resurrect the one he loved. From the moment he took the throne, the man became a king, manipulating the world with his "absolute" power, merging into history and rising above everything—
From then on, every "history of fate" in the world existed solely to keep the script running.
"I shattered this world's order to bring in the core of the script—myself." Gazing at Achill across from him, Chen Wuming said indifferently, "You must be wondering how you came here when another you already existed."
"It's simple. I pulled you here from