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あ…let it be, episode six LET IT BE.......

Uten Koharu, Todoroki Otome, Shu Hiiragi, Kare Kaisei, Shu Misora.

Was it a mere coincidence that they arrived at the same conclusion at the same time?

No.

Immortality.

A panacea.

The transcendence of death.

These concepts have been debated since the dawn of human history.

But this time, the circumstances were different.

The world had become too wise.

People began to doubt everything.

History.

Myths.

Heroes.

Rulers.

And themselves.

Technology kept advancing, abilities grew more complex, and a new generation of manifested users—trampling over the corpses of the past—eroded established common sense.

Everyone felt it, deep down.

There was no turning back.

The breaking point was near.

And so, it was set in motion.

It was not a noble plan to seek the truth of the world, nor was it born of love for humanity.

It was simply because the majority of those who held the power of decision at that time, in that moment, in those seats, had chosen it.

"Now."

The reasons that drive the world are often just that simple.

However, they, too, had miscalculated.

Those who sought immortality feared death, but those who had accepted death harbored a different kind of fear.

If eternity exists...

What becomes of the accumulated regrets?

What becomes of the memories one wishes to forget?

What becomes of the sins that remained unatoned?

Where do the debts that were supposed to be cleared by death go?

Is it a blessing?

Or is it a hell where the repayment continues forever?

No one held the answer.

That was why they searched for the panacea.

And at the same time...

They also believed that a panacea must never exist.

(The miserable middle-aged man is still struggling: "Toriyama-sensei's one-shot is long this week... Well, I managed to read AKIRA too... I'll try not to worry about it...")

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[Side Story: Fear of Insanity. While taking sleeping pills...]

Once upon a time, there was a Manifested Tracer—an equipment user who became a "has-been" at the age of nineteen. Except for the six years he spent living with his dog, he was a total basket case who lived between hospital stays and mental health facilities. He eventually made some compromises, gave up on everything, and spent about two years just playing video games and watching a certain anime series. I remember that back then, the voice actors didn't sound strange, and the volume balance seemed fine... while I was earnestly contemplating why it was so "loose" just because they weren't wearing pants, I didn't even realize that these characters were moving from place to place. By the time I reached the final work in the series, there were three "butts" being pushed [as options]... Reasoning that the left and right were criminal, I chose the center and was taken care of by them for a while. However, since the source material was named after an old man, and because he was deeply devoted to processing stress introversively within the "sanatorium" he was in at the time—without actually being in a sanatorium... I was taken care of until such restrictions were placed on me. That led to my current two-year-old "Fusion-chan" arrangement. I began a hellish environment of background noise, wondering if I was really going to die, so I brought her into the "sanatorium" as a temporary employee. We didn't really fight together much; there was a vague sense of "is this, or isn't this?" but we haven't engaged in combat meditation together yet.

He went even more insane, grew to hate everything, and even agonized over whether the entire English language was just for witches, or pondered the nature of sex. He was a very desolate misanthrope, determined to be as much of a shut-in as possible and die young once he was satisfied... to die via opioids. But for some reason, occasionally, the moaning in his brain was that of the girl who had taken such good care of him, and he even thought that maybe all of humanity was like that... When he left the military, he brainstormed sleazy ideas on how to live modestly with her favorite girl to avoid witch hunts... thinking it might have been from the notes of a team with the same [future prediction] attribute... but it was completely obvious that if it were her, she would change the content just by being called by name by her favorite person... yet for some reason, he was good at manifesting hallucinations of her, and it dragged on.

Physiologically speaking, he suffered from severe, chronic insomnia. He struggled deeply with sleep until he reached a buildup of zaleplon, and he was so broken-hearted that he humiliated himself and kept wetting his bed. It seems he has settled into his current state of zaleplon accumulation, tapering off benzodiazepines, and sleeping once every two days. The only pastimes he had left were wondering how many more times he could pleasure himself, or things of that sort. It’s a bit crazy, but... he overcame about a month of ejaculatory dysfunction and, after reviewing his prescriptions, improved over the course of two hours. It had become difficult for him to pleasure himself properly, and with no videos of others available to watch... he sometimes wouldn't switch out the temporary employee, just showing the odd-eyed one to eliminate the contradictions of his self-pleasuring act through clairvoyance and future prediction. It had been a while, and since there were two others waiting for their turn, he got carried away and used his "yōkai" power while he did it. With the remnant yōkai-chan shaking his brain... he finished the act, keeping it a secret that it was the equivalent of 1,000 years' worth of his "sacred rod."

Then I thought a little. Preferences don't matter anymore, but... if 1,000 years' worth of stuff comes out at once, even if it's just a meager amount, do you sleep, do you die, or do you shoulder the debt even if you become immortal? Thinking about that, he decided to sleep in a different world line today. I thought about theories like "Ouroboros photosynthesis blood transfusion"... but thinking about the girl was better, so he’s going to sleep just like this. I’m sure when he wakes up, his perspective will return to the world line where Uten Koharu and the others are. "Good night," was his catchphrase, so he is going to sleep. He seemed to have a dream. However, he lives such a miserable life that there is nothing special to mention, so I’ll show him an image of "You should have died" to the "nyan-nyan," and we shall remember him and return the perspective.

Uten Koharu, Todoroki Otome, Shu Hiiragi, Kare Kaisei, and Shu Misora were all starting to think the same thing in resonance. It was only natural that there had been endless debates about immortality, eternal youth, and the panacea before this, but why did the upper management decide to move to the execution stage? The answer was simple: the environment of that world, the suspicion of people who had become smarter, the advanced technology, and the new supernatural powers manifested by people chosen for "corpse-kicking" had already reached their limit. Moreover, the majority of the decision-makers at that time simply wanted to do so. They were spreading "Cosmic Limit Theory" across the world, spreading game theory, and hinting at "give up," doing things like a Yggdrasil worldview without gates, claiming that even if you struggle, it’s useless. Even though the Puppet Master insisted he was still the Puppet Master even after eating the lumps of self-pity and spirits, the commoners... well, they thought, "I guess I just have to kill you after I die," or thought about going to a place like the Pure Land and never looking back. There were many people, individuals, and thinkers who thought, "If commoners pose as self-driven creators, and you place someone who turns external interference into energy, it will just be hollow if you interfere..." or that if it became a gamble, it would just be "arrogance after arrogance after arrogance..." and nothing would change.

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[From here, the "AI-Sensei" version]