2 100 million years button and prison of time [2]





"Is that ......? Where am I, ......?

 I found myself standing in an unfamiliar place.
 I'm pretty sure I heard about the 100 million year button from a stinky old man named ...... Hermit of Time. ...... So I went to .......

I'm sure I ...... heard about the 100 million year button from a smelly old man named Hermit of Time and ...... pressed it.

 So, is this the "other world" that the hermit of time was talking about?

 As I looked around, I saw healthy soil and a large white house.
 And one more thing - there were big numbers in the air.

 00000000, January 1, 00:01:31.

 Ticking by second by second, it was probably the clock of this world.
 When it shows exactly 100 million years, we must leave this world.

 In other words, until then, it will always be my time.

"All right, ......, all right, all right!

 I did it! I did it! ......!

 With this much time, I'm sure I can beat Dodriel.
 I was so happy that I clenched my ...... fists tightly.

I can't believe the stories are true.

 When I get out of here, I'll have to thank the hermit of time.

I'll have to thank the Immortal of Time when I get out of here. (No, ......, but I'm pretty sure my memories will be erased when I leave this world. ......)

 Well, I guess it's okay.
 Even if I lose my memory, I won't lose the swordsmanship I learned here.

 A hundred million years from now, in the real world, I'm sure I'll be able to thank you soon.

(Oops, no, no, no.)

 I quickly drew my sword and began to swing.

 Time seems to be long, but it is short.
 I'm sure 100 million years will pass in a blink of an eye.

(I can't waste every minute and second of the great opportunity ...... I've got!

 Then I kept swinging my sword with all my might.
 The next time I noticed the time was when I heard a gurgling sound in my stomach.

"Is it that time already ......?

 He looked at the clock in the air and saw that it was already twenty o'clock.
 There is no sun in this other world, so it is hard to tell the time.

Now, ......, let's eat.

 I broke off my pretense and headed for the only large white house in this world.

"Oh, it's huge. ......

 It's much bigger than my mom's house and much bigger than the dormitory I'm living in.
 It's also incredibly clean. Not a speck of dust.

Where are the ...... ingredients, ......?

 According to the Hermit of Time, there must be a magical pantry where food continues to spring up endlessly.
 I took a little walk around the house and found a huge refrigerator next to the kitchen.

"Is it in here, ......?

 I opened the large double doors and found...

"Wow, .......

 Meat, vegetables, fish, milk - all kinds of foodstuffs were packed in there.
 The first thing I saw was a large tomato, which I grabbed and ate.

"......! It's so good ......!

 The fresh, lush sweetness ran through my mouth, as if it had been picked just this morning.
 Then I put the uncooked dried meat and vegetables in my stomach and quickly headed for the bathroom.

"Dude, that's .......

 The bathroom was ten times bigger than I had imagined.
 And--

I'm not sure how it works, but it's ...... nice.

 I don't know how it works, but the temperature was perfect without any adjustment.

 The water was neither too hot nor too warm - just the right amount, and I could feel every muscle in my body relaxing.

 Afterwards, I got out of the bath, got ready for bed, and headed for the bedroom.

 I had no intention of spending much time on anything other than my training.

 If I did, 100 million years would pass in a blink of an eye.

"It's fluffy. ......

 The large bed in my bedroom was so soft that it seemed out of this world.
 And it wasn't just soft.
 The bed was not only soft, it was also strong enough to hold my body.

 As I wrapped myself in the light and warm quilt, I muttered to myself.

"This is the best ......".

 Delicious food.
 Good food. Comfortable bath.
 A soft bed.
 And best of all... a hundred million years.

 It doesn't get any better than that.
 It's the perfect environment.

"Heh, you should train in a place like this for 100 million years. ....... You'll become a great swordsman. ......

 With bright hopes and strong ambitions in my heart, I slowly fell asleep.

I'll be back.

 For ten years since I came to this other world, I've been swinging my sword day in and day out.
 After ten years of wielding a sword, I have come to understand what reason is.

(I guess you could say I've been optimized. ......)

 Anyway, I understood how to swing a sword.

 When I swing my sword vertically, when should I put more power into it, and when should I relax it? I finally understood the art of the sword.




By the time a hundred years had passed, they had acquired a variety of skills.

 For example, like this.

"The First Blade--Hiei!

 He could also fire flying slashes.
 I even gave names to the various techniques I learned.

 I felt as if I had become the founder of a school, and I enjoyed it very much.


Three hundred years later.


 I'm getting a little ...... tired.
 It's not physical tiredness.
 Maybe it's mental.
 Just the same thing day after day.

 Swing a sword, eat a meal, go to bed.

 Same thing day in and day out for 300 years.

 I think I've grown tired of that life.

 The other day, I took a walk in this other world to take my mind off things.
 To my surprise, the place was much smaller than I had expected (・・・・).

 To sum up, this other world is a small sphere.

 If you leave the house and walk straight for a while, you will soon reach the back door of the house. This is a small sphere, much smaller than the schoolyard of the school.

 It was kind of ...... lonely.


Five hundred years later.


 Lately, everything I eat seems to taste the same.

 Meat, fish, vegetables--it's all the same.
 It's as if I'm eating tasteless rubber.

 I could tell that my mind was getting depressed.

 But there's no way to vent in this closed world.

 I couldn't get my thoughts out of my chest, and my frustrations were accumulating day by day.

 Baths don't have to be this big.
 A space where you can stretch your legs is enough.

 The same goes for the bed.
 A mattress and a comforter are all you need.

 I don't need these extravagant facilities.

 I don't want it-- send me someone.

 I want to see someone.
 I want to meet and talk.
 I want to be exposed to different ideas.

 Call it the desire to interact with others. ...... These feelings were welling up in me.

"Mom ......, I hope you're doing well.


Seven hundred years later.


 I was just lonely.
 I was madly alone.
 I felt like I was going to break.

 I wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.

 My hatred for the hermit who had sent me to this hell was growing.

...... He knew, didn't he?

 He knew how cruel this world was and how irredeemable it was.

 That's why he begged so hard.

 He begged me to push the button.

"...... will never forgive you.

 With vengeance in my heart, I continued to swing my sword today.


A thousand years later.


 I don't know why I'm wielding it anymore.

 Maybe I had a purpose.

 I think there was a meaning to ...... swinging a sword so desperately.
 But I lost sight of what it was .......


Five thousand years later.


 It occurred to me.

The hermit of time said, "If I choose suicide here, ...... I can escape this world.

 The hermit of time had said.

Never--never commit suicide, okay? I'm sure you've heard of it. Death is the end.

 Yes, I can always end it.

 It's that simple.

 All I have to do is put the sword in my hand in my chest.
 That's all it takes to get out of this hellhole.

"You can end it ......, you can end it! 

 I quickly pointed the tip of the sword at my chest and closed my eyes.
 All I have to do is stick it in.
 It'll only hurt for a second.

 Yes, that's it.

 That's all ...... and yet .......

Why aren't you moving, ......?

 My hand didn't move as if it had turned to stone.

 I was just scared.

 I guess the fear of death overcame the pain of the present.

 That's what I thought (・・・・・) at the time (・・・・・・・).


Ten thousand years later.


 I had stopped thinking.
 I raised my sword and lowered it.
 I've become a conceptual being that repeats itself.



 Why do you wield the sword?
 What am I living for?
 What is "I" in the first place?

 I had lost track of everything.

 Even in this state, I never let go of the sword.

 I knew I couldn't let go of it.

 Maybe it's some kind of obsession.

 After that, 100,000 years passed, and then 1,000,000 years, and then 10,000,000 years, but I kept swinging the sword.


 Finally, at 23:59:59 on December 31, 99999999999, ...... one second later, this world began to slowly collapse.


"It's over ....... ......

 I can feel my existence being pulled back into reality.

(Don't push me ...... again .......)

 It's etched into my soul.

 That's the devil's button.

 It's a cursed button that shouldn't exist in this world.

(I'll destroy it first when I return to my world. ......)

 I'll never forgive the Immortal of Time.

 I'll never forgive that old bastard for sending me to hell.
 I'll beat him like a rag.

 I'll manipulate his arm and make him press the 100-million-year button.

 Let her go through the same hell I did.
 Let him spend 100 million years in this hellish world of nothingness.

 I closed my eyes softly to keep the black light burning in my chest alive.

.

 Just a few seconds later, I was in that white world again.

 Unbelievably, the clock floating in the air read 00:00:01 on January 1, 00000000.

"Where's ............?

 I couldn't believe my eyes.

 No way, no way, no way, no way. ......?

"Did you press ...... again, ......?

 No doubt, I came back to reality and pressed ...... again.

 The cursed 100 million year button.

 That crazy long time from now ...... again ......?

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

 I screamed.
 I ran around screaming and yelling.

 But I couldn't go crazy.

 In this world, if your emotions get too high, they will force you to suppress them.

 Happiness, sadness, joy, and regret - they can never cross a certain line.

 This prison of time will never allow you to forget time, to forget your emotions.

 As I rant and rave alone, the letter clock floating in the air ticks away with precision, second by second.

 Since then, I have gone back and forth between the real world and this prison of time many times.

 In the real world, stupid, foolish, and helpless, I pressed the 100 million year button over and over again.

 No wonder.

 Because the other me has no memory of this 100 million years in hell.

 I've got to do something.

 If I don't, I'll really be trapped in this world forever.

 We have to do something.

(But ...... what do I do?)

 There's no way to tell the other side, the real world, about this hell.

 The bad thing is, the moment I escape this world, a hundred million years of hell will be wiped clean.

 So it's an eternal loop.

 This hellish world will be ...... forever.

 When I experienced the eighth 100 million years in total, a thought suddenly crossed my mind.

"Yes, that's right, ....... It's so easy to escape from this world. ......

 Haha.

 I was really out of my mind until now.

 Why didn't I realize how simple it was?

 The answer was already in my hands.

If only I could cut down this world, I could get out of here. ......!

 That's right.

 A sword is originally meant to cut things.

 Grass, trees, rocks - all kinds of things.

It's not surprising that it can cut this world as well.

 No, of course it can.
 Otherwise, it doesn't make sense.

 The reason I can't cut the world right here and now is because I don't have the power to do so.

 If I train hard and become a great swordsman, I should be able to slay a world like this.

(Fortunately, there is an infinite amount of time on .......)

 Then I just kept swinging my sword like a madman.

 It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're doing.

 I knew that I was ...... thinking crazy things, and I probably knew that somewhere.

 But if you don't have a purpose, if you don't have something to cling to, you're going to break.

 No, ...... I may have already been broken when I set up this crazy purpose.

 But if I admit that, it's really the end.

 That's why I've decided to

(You can do it, you can do it, you can do it ......!

 I kept on swinging my sword, just thinking so.

 As if I were self-deprecating.
 It's as if the world can be cut. It would be strange if it couldn't.


 I kept reminding myself of it, so much so that I believed it from the bottom of my heart.

 A few hundred million years later, something strange happened.

What?

 In the instant that I swung my sword down, the space where the sword passed through shook slightly.
 It wasn't a mistake. It definitely shook.

 I'm not sure what to do.

Ha, ha, ha. ....... I knew it. I can cut it. ...... I can cut it! The world!

 I laughed out loud.
 I laughed like a madman.

 After that, I kept swinging the sword for 100,000 years, 1,000,000 years, and so on.

 Slowly but surely, the tremors that formed after the sword's passage became larger.

 To be able to feel the change.
 To see growth.
 That the end was in sight.

 I was more than happy with that. ...... I just kept swinging the sword.

 And now, the time is 23:59:30 on December 31, 99999999999.

 In another 30 seconds, I'll be in the next loop.

"...... phew.

 I can do it.

 I don't know why, but I was sure of it.

I'll never have to see this white world again.

 I felt an indescribably strange feeling when I thought about it.
 I felt nostalgic ...... and pensive ...... and vague.

But I don't want to come back here again.

 I chuckled and held my sword up to my eyes.

"So long, prisoner of time.

 I bid farewell to this place where I have spent billions of years.

 Then I raised my sword to the top and swung it down in one fluid motion.

"Huh!

 At that moment, a huge sword line entered the space, and the prison of time collapsed with a sound.