"Only those who have steeled their resolve can attain happiness?"
Aleister did not dislike the notion of viewing heaven as the future.
Rather, this view was actually the most objective truth of this world.
From the perspective of the universe in the physical phase, both the sun and the light of the stars actually came from the distant past.
The same was true of humans. What they were experiencing now had actually been determined long ago.
The phases overlapped and twisted by the Demon Gods' reckless actions, and the magicians who relied on the abnormality called magic to seek their paths.
Their existence continually accumulated phase sparks, keeping this world forever treading through uncontrollable accidents and futures.
Aleister had once been one of them.
Back then, he had been deeply arrogant about his own talent, believing himself a genius who could easily change the world's future and propel the era forward.
Like all inexperienced young people who knew nothing of their own limits, Aleister at the time had perfectly fit that description in both his conduct and his personality.
His only difference from that description was-
-Aleister truly was a genius.
So he was embraced by the Golden cabal, pursued by knowledge, and even favored by the end of the path.
At quite a young age, he had become one of the foremost magicians in this world. Under the protection of the cabal's secret treasure, he was unlike the other magicians who still had to transfer the price elsewhere.
Even the impartial phase sparks showed him mercy. Aleister had always lived without any sense of danger, walking his own path of seeking truth as a magician who stood at the top of the world.
Until the bullet he had fired in his youth struck him between the brows.
His daughter