—
The world itself.
Every time Gyeon Jioh failed and was on the verge of dying, he endlessly rolled back and reset—by copying Earth’s World Tree and killing it.
The Sentinels begged and pleaded.
Did he not hear the scream of this world, they asked—saying it would break like this, that it wouldn’t endure.
Babel advised him to stop.
But for network operations, Babel had been borrowing a portion of his power related to spacetime control,
and he, an Outer God, was the strongest Absolute among the external major shareholders maintaining the Babel system in the absence of a king.
There was truly nothing that could stop one who had gone mad not to lose his mortal beloved.
Jioh’s lips parted.
“…W-what.”
What… rewind?
Thump, thump. Her heartbeat boomed loudly.
Gyeon Jioh felt the tips of her fingers trembling. A truth far, far beyond the bounds of cognition. With a bewildered face, Jioh stammered,
“Then really… really, just like that bastard Kido said, more than four thousand times…”
【Four thousand?】
Winter’s demon scoffed.
【You denied that I was your star. But hear my excuse.】
【Tens of thousands.】
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【After that I even stopped counting. If, after watching you die in front of me tens of thousands of times, I didn’t separate even my own self, Jioh—】
His face slowly twisted. He…