``` [As your accusation fell, as cold as a polar wind, the already tense atmosphere instantly dropped to freezing.]
[In that brief instant when your emotions had stirred, Cursed Technique Lapse: "Blue," originally attached to your cigarette butt, had already acted at your command. Its absolute attraction and spatial distortion silently clamped around Yuki Tsukumo's slender neck like an invisible, immensely powerful hand.]
[But just as that attraction, powerful enough to severely damage a Special Grade Sorcerer's cervical spine, was about to erupt in full, your reason, tempered by death into a precision instrument, forcibly slammed on the brakes.]
[Because deep within your supercomputer-like brain, you were actually caught in an extraordinarily absurd, rending logical contradiction.]
[Your unfathomable eyes stared fixedly at Yuki Tsukumo, held by that invisible attraction, while your soul passed cold judgment on itself.]
[You knew better than anyone that, compared with the Special Grade Sorcerer before you, whose evasion of responsibility made her so utterly irresponsible, the secret you hid deepest within was the truly appalling source of sin.]
[The "Simulator" you activated unconsciously-or rather, repeatedly and deliberately in pursuit of power-was equivalent, with every press of its start button, to forcibly spawning one terrible parallel world after another in the vast higher dimensions, each destined for destruction and despair.]
[In those parallel timelines you abandoned, people still struggled in agony, and the world still sank into the mire of curses.]
[And merely to seize that negligible increase in cursed energy at settlement, sometimes as little as "five points," you had to make billions of living human beings across an entire parallel timeline experience with you, and truly endure, that terrible, twisted, unending hell.]
[Then, when everything finally collapsed, they could only watch in despair as you, their supposed way out, died helplessly, leaving behind an