Magician in Type-Moon

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"Yes, all I have to do is jump. Then everyone will forgive me, and the curse left by Senior Sister Wujiao will stop."

However, Yagami Lai in the mind space remained dazed, unchanged from before.

So where does this slight difference come from?

soul?

consciousness?

flesh?

These are the three essential elements for the formation of life.

Since there is no change in consciousness at this moment.

Therefore, the problem must lie with the other two things.

Matou Ike bit his lip lightly, and he finally understood where that strange difference came from.

The girl's consciousness was isolated in this sea of ​​thought by him.

Then her physical body must be like a walking corpse.

This is the concept of "vegetative state" as recognized in the medical field.

This is the most dangerous aspect of forced suggestion magic; the slightest mistake can turn the target into a mindless idiot.

But now, Matou Ike realizes something is wrong.

After he voluntarily withdrew from this sea of ​​thoughts, he saw it.

The girl named Yagami Rai was now standing on the guardrail.

Her body swayed precariously in the gale and torrential rain, like a withered leaf about to be blown away.

A fierce wind howled past, blowing her long hair into disarray. Her clothes, soaked by the rain, clung to her thin body, making her appear even more fragile.

"Come down!"

"This is a law formed on the basis of forced suggestion," Matouchi shouted in a deep voice.

It is a completely different form compared to the commandments.

The former acts on the physical body, while the latter acts on consciousness.

Although it cannot deceive the world like the hypnosis of the Book of False Gods.

But this is also a mental constraint that ordinary people cannot resist.

But...

A thunderous roar rose from the ground, and a bolt of lightning descended from the sky, tearing the night sky apart in an instant.

The white light reflected in Yagami Raimon's eyes, and the laws of Matou Pond seemed to be completely shattered by this natural force.

The will that should have been restrained seemed to exhibit an unusual clarity.

Her eyes no longer held a blank, submissive look, but instead revealed a resolute and obsessive determination.

She stood on the guardrail, the wind whipping her clothes and long hair, as if she would be completely swallowed by the storm at any moment.

Matouchi looked up at the sky.

The fingers that were moving through the air also stopped.

The colorless, transparent spider silk that had been wrapped around the girl loosened for a moment as Matou Ike's fingers stopped, swaying uncertainly like willow branches in the wind.

The spider silk was originally a protective measure he had secretly implemented. Once Yagami Lai lost her balance, it would tighten instantly and pull her back onto the rooftop.

But Matouike gave up.

Spiders that hunt by using webs distinguish the location and type of prey by the vibrations generated when the prey hits or gets trapped in the web.

If the prey is already dead, the vibrations will be significantly reduced or even disappear.

—The butterfly eventually fell to the ground.

It can no longer generate enough vibrations.

If it flaps its wings while floating, it should be able to last longer.

Even the spider web, the only thing that could bind it to the sky, personally untied itself from its grasp.

“If the vibrations disappear…” Matou Ike muttered to himself, “then the hunt should end.”

The woman's body passed through the railing and fell silently.

Even as she fell, her black hair did not fly in disarray, and her white shirt billowed in the wind and melted into the darkness.

Like a white flower gradually sinking into the deep sea.

Red flowed across the asphalt road. Among the wreckage, the parts that retained their original shape were long black hair, delicate hands and feet reminiscent of snowflakes, and a bloodied and mangled face.

This series of images inevitably evokes the image of embossed flowers pressed flat between the pages of an old book.

The skeleton, with only its neck bent like a fetus, looked like a broken lily.

Matouchi took out a cigarette that Orange had given him sometime during the rain, and a spark, unaffected by the downpour, suddenly rose into the air.

What is this? It's so hard to smoke.

After being choked by nicotine, Matou Ike could only look at the eight ghosts floating in the sky again.

And floating clouds flashing with bursts of lightning.

"I see, Gaia. Isn't this just like that guy Kenneth?"

Matou Pond is away from the roof.

Above his head, the girls were still floating in mid-air.

......

Ropes were strung up around the east wing of the auditorium, and signs prohibiting entry were hung.

Most of it was burned down, and the east wall of the inner room row was completely gone.

The wall, as if slashed by the claws of some great monster, has vanished without a trace.

The area that used to belong to the room has now completely collapsed, and it feels like it would turn to ashes if touched.

In contrast, the west side, where the corridor is located, has been completely preserved.

If you were just walking down the corridor, you would be so well-preserved that you wouldn't even know a fire had ever happened.

But after opening the burned-out door, all that was in front of you was the view outside and the ruins of the platform that had been almost completely burned down.

Huang Lumei took a nighttime stroll through this building, which features striking contrasts and resembles avant-garde art.

I only saw the teacher named Hayama Hideo, who was burned to death here, once.

"That was the time I was burned to ashes."

After talking to herself, Misaki Huanglu prepared to leave, so she turned around and prepared to walk through the door into the corridor.

Just then, a figure walked over.

He was about twenty-three years old, the youngest teacher in the school. His slender build and black-rimmed glasses gave him the appearance of someone with a literature background, which made him seem harmless.

But this person has a different meaning for Misaya Hiiro.

"Teacher Xuanwu, what brings you here?"

"You seem a little distracted, is something the matter?"

"...Those magicians have been at the Wutiao Building these past few days, I'm worried the plan might go wrong," Misaya Huanglu said somewhat awkwardly.

"You know that there are three meanings to death, right?" Genmu Satsuki didn't answer, but instead raised a concept.

"Does this refer to physical death, social death, and existential death?"

Huang Lumei replied at night.

"Yes, the modern understanding of death is generally that the first death is death in the biological sense. This is the death we usually understand: when the heart stops beating, breathing stops, and physiological functions completely cease to function, from a biological point of view, life has ended."

"The second death is death in a sociological sense. In society, people play various roles, such as family members, friends, colleagues, and members of society. When a person loses his or her place in society, his or her influence and value also disappear."

"The third death is when the last person who remembered him forgets him. This is the nature of death, but..."

Xuanwu Gaoyue paused here, then narrowed her eyes regretfully.

That lonely expression made Misaya Konji feel sad.

"But this is only human memory. The record of the world itself has not been forgotten. In the boundary record belt, everyone's existence is recorded on it, and the outstanding ones will be revered as heroic spirits."

Genmu Satsuki didn't say what the record of an ordinary person would look like, but anyone who thinks about it can conclude that it wouldn't be a good thing.

"Let me explain the three meanings of death in the magic world to you." Genmu Satsuki quietly shook her head.

The study of the human body in the magic world is quite thorough, and humans are divided into three parts—body, consciousness, and soul.

These three elements are independent of each other, yet closely connected, working together to maintain the functioning of life.

In the world of magic, the triple death refers to the collapse or separation of these three parts.

Collapse is easy to understand; it simply refers to the destruction of one of the things or phenomena, ultimately leading to its annihilation.

"Detaching from the ordinary" refers to the soul, along with consciousness, separating from the body.

The soul is a special product made of pure ether.

When a soul loses its physical nourishment and anchoring in an area with low ether concentration, the ether that constitutes the soul will permeate the low-concentration outside world in a high-concentration form.

In this way, the soul will gradually assimilate until it is completely absorbed by the planet.

The disintegration of the soul will cause consciousness to lose its outer membrane.

And the subject of consciousness is memory.

Memory is equivalent to recording.

The largest record in the world is the planet itself, which is the Akasha record.

Without the protective membrane, an individual's record is captured by the Akasha Record, thus becoming part of the planet.

This is the death that comes from separation.

"Are Miyatsuki and Yagami currently out of commission?"