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Full Title, AZI: The History Shattering Burial of a Selfish Lunatic, Who Walked through Reincarnation for Two-Trillion Years Volumes 1-3 Synopsis: “Who?” Holding a lone gourd in hand the young man raises it to the Heavens with a single question. “Who wishes to accompany me? To stay by my side for an eternity, and to walk through the mountains, and seas?” May container spoilers below Volume 4 Synopsis: Weapon spirits, such is the nature of every single Sinner within the Leng Bing Realm. In other words, all of them are but tools, and a tool… “A tool has no right to choose their owner, and what a tool does is decided by their owner.” “…Cruel, how very cruel the laws of this world are. Even upon death, a soul may not rest.” Volume 5 Synopsis: “Surnamed Ye, if you had a choice between being a hero or a demon lord, which would you choose? Naturally, you can also choose to be a villager A or B if you wanted to.” “What kind of question is that? Hmm.” Contemplating for a bit, Ye Chen answers— “I guess, the hero? Since he always wins in the end?” “Hero, is it?” “And you, surnamed Long?” “I think, the role of the hero—is a role that should only be played by a masochist.” “The hell? Is this entire question supposed to be a way to diss me?” “The fate of a hero is to suffer. They’re constantly being pushed left and right. …While everyone else drowns in a sea of despair, a hero must stand their ground, and step forward—to guide the deadbeats along. They must become the shining beacon of hope that others may follow—towards a future, where they may survive. Tell me then, if a hero isn’t a masochist, then what are they?” The world is a game board, those who control the game board, and the game itself… What are they? Volume 6 Synopsis: “A lunatic near death has three options. One, they can choose to pass away peacefully. Two, they can choose to spend the rest of their remaining life to find a solution that will let them live. Three, they can drag an entire world down as a part of their burial.” ……… “The longer you live for, and the more you experience, the less you care about the things around you. Maybe, I’m just someone who has reached that point?” ……… “You’re right in saying that even if this world goes up into flames, I’d still be drinking away at my leisure. Why bother to care for a world that is completely foreign to me? The people who I had cared for, they aren’t here; hence, I see very little purpose in getting myself invested into this environment.” ……… The 46th prince of the Hong Xiao Empire was born between the emperor and the 114th concubine. He was born on a moonlit night, and yet, since his eyes were blind, his majesty—the emperor decided to name him Bujian Yue. “Did you know—that the more fearful a prey is, the tastier it is? At least to me, since I enjoy chewing on my food to savor the flavor.” “…?” Enlarging its stature, the black serpent abruptly snaps its head forward, and swallows the palace maid whole. Leaving a bite mark on the ground, the black serpent begins to chew, as the sound of meat and bones being pulverized comes from its maw. And eventually, the black serpent swallows.
"…"
What kind of emotion would appear in the heart of someone—who is forced to stand in front of a colossal giant?
Terror. Helplessness. Nervousness. Insignificance.
Any such word that is related to making a human feel as if they are but an ant can be used to describe the emotions that the young man finds himself basking in, as he stands before a figure—whose stature can only be compared to a mountain.
A full metal body of majestic white steel with wing like boosters mounted to its shoulders.
A spear garbed in the colors of the chilling seas, with a length that could skewer a dreadnought battleship from head to toe.
Its one eye that is located to the right side of its knight like face gives off an eerie blue shine, as the mechanical ring that acts as its iris shrinks—to zoom in on the ant like figure of the young man who stands beneath its heel styled feet.
How much resources would the creation of a similar knight cost, and just how advanced would a civilization need to be to even realize its creation?
"…"
Even if mortal hands are able to replicate this knight's shape, there are various fantasy factors to take into consideration, one of them being, the visible force of energy that is wrapping around the metal body that pushes it to act and to move.
This energy isn't something that humans can manufacture for there is something "lively" about it, going as far as to say that one would instinctively relate it to the supernatural.
Regardless, it is these factors that make this body of white steel difficult for mortals to wrap their untainted minds around.
[This world is already done for. There's no longer any meaning in staying here unless your wish is to die.]
The familiar voice of a supposed friend comes from the knight of white steel, as it directs the 310-meter spear in its right hand towards the young man.
"…"
Looking towards the giant of white steel's right eye, the young man forms an expression that is akin to a defeatist.
[Pathetic. Are you so filled with despair that you've lost even the ability to make a rational decision? I didn't take you as someone that is so weak minded.]
In a reprimanding tone, the voice speaks.
"…Right now, are you speaking to me as the almighty god, or are you speaking to me as my supposed friend?"
A hint of unwavering determination can be felt in the young man's voice, as he gazes fearlessly at the knight of white steel.
[…How very much like you to raise such a question.]
Seeing that determination, the one who commands the knight of white steel smiles in satisfaction.
