All that was told was that even if the blank book and the cat bookmark should be found, no one must ever touch them.

I wished, and I saw a dream.

The echo of stars that have been covered in lies

That’s right, I’m sure I heard your scream at the end. After that, no one has any idea of even your voice that day

The Demise Game is told like so.

Within a second, the end signals the beginning; it’s the signal of an unparalleled miracle

For us, who have been lost in the past: pray, pray, pray, unravel this tragedy

Just before dawn plays the requiem of countless stars, it’s the song of an unparallelled miracle

Your future self, where the blueprints originate from, hand them over to your past self, receiving the blueprints.

There’s no point in waiting for the rain on the eighth day.

All that was told was that even if the blank book and the cat bookmark should be found, no one must ever touch them.

The telling bell, distant mundane and reversal, calls forth people

—That’s right, of the “Bookmark of Demise”…

Sounds nice. I’m getting hungry too.

Then, in this way, another question is then presented.

Well, in that case, it applies to this stage too.

In this story, there’s one traitor. Do you know who it is—?

'Because he’s like this' 'It’s all that guy’s fault' At the end of eternally repeating hopes, all alone, why am I alone? Unable to even speak

All that is said is that if one finds the blank book and the cat bookmark, they must not touch them. That is the Bookmark of Demise.

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Anyway, let's just go home for today...

Do you know? Of the “worn out diary” that a single fox brought out, of that incident from 10 years ago— Of the forbidden penalty that must never be touched, of the cat bookmark, and the empty book.

In this story, there’s one traitor. Do you know who it is—?

Long time no see. Thanks for that time. You know, with E-ki-kun at the hospital.

The result of a story that fled to a worn out, extremely common, incredibly boring parallel world.

The blueprint being handed over is the same way. You open up the lid, and in an instant, one of those possibilities is no more. That was obvious, I'm sure.

...After all, urban legends are things we create ourselves, aren’t they? E-ki-kun.

Existence is a loop of chance occurrences allowing existence to exist.

One, those who are defeated leave; two, those who are protected leave; three, those who gave up leave; four, they will not come with the daybreak

Your future self, where the blueprints originate from, hand them over to your past self, receiving the blueprints.