Chapter 1723 The Magic Called Life

Boom! Boom!

Bang bang bang!

The artillery fire, accompanied by dense rain of bullets, continued to illuminate the devastated building.

But as time went on, the roaring sound in her ears gradually disappeared, but the occasional vibrations and the scattered dust told her that the world had not ushered in peace because her senses had dissipated.

"Still...it has come to this."

As my body grew weaker, the pain in my body gradually dissipated along with the passing perception.

Sitting slumped in the corner, the young girl's distinctive short hair with two-color side parts was mostly covered with dust.

The tight leather clothes she was wearing were torn by some shrapnel, and her chest was rising and falling violently, indicating that her breathing was becoming more and more difficult.

But in such a situation, she held up an antique pocket watch with her blood-stained hands, her obsessed eyes like an old man.

Apart from that, she did nothing else.

Even at this moment, blood was still flowing out from the horrific gunshot wound in her lower abdomen, soaking the ground beneath her.

She was also indifferent.

...

Such a wound would be fatal if it was not disinfected promptly and the bullet removed surgically.

But at this moment, the girl allowed the falling dust to cause secondary damage to her wound and let the blood flow out.

Bang bang bang!

Gunshots were heard again, the hiding place was discovered, and the enemy was indiscriminately firing at the crumbling building.

But she no longer wanted to struggle.

The eyes, which were originally quite beautiful and bright, gradually became dim and lifeless, as if the soul within them was being sucked away bit by bit.

but……

Bang~!

The sudden sound of footsteps awakened his consciousness, which was as tiny as dust.

She looked up and found that the world had become so quiet.

Quiet...just like the paradise without war that only appears in dreams.

But the frozen smoke above her head and the bullets that pierced her but remained motionless like sculptures were telling her that this was still hell.

? : "So the moment of dying is real? I didn't expect that in the end, the world would stop for me like this."

"No, you misunderstood."

"You can still survive for a while, but that's all."

A strange and dull voice sounded in front of her. She looked up and saw a figure slowly stopping in front of her.

[Human History]

? : "You are, the god of death?"

"I can be if you want."

? : "Do all dead people really go to another world?"

"You know very well that the eternity of that consciousness is false."

? : "I know, but I always think... how nice it would be if it were true."

"If it's true, then those wars that were born because of you and those who died because of you will be redeemed?"

? : "At least... give me a place to atone for my sins."

"You've done a great job."

? : "But it's not good enough."

She picked up the pocket watch in her hand and looked at the frozen hands on it.

? : "I was born in the ruins of war and witnessed too many deaths and separations."

? : "I also saw too much of the true face of this world and the nature of human beings."

? : "That is a side of life that cannot be seen in the garden."

"So you went down the path of war."

"Initially, in order to save an orphanage, you used your extraordinary wisdom to provide weapons to the people there, thus saving the town from being looted by bandits in troubled times."

"That was your first exposure to arms trafficking."

? :“…”

? : "Is this the God?"

? : "My past, hidden deep in my heart, cannot escape your casual glance."

"..."

“That town was later lost in a fire during a civil unrest.”

"The children in the orphanage were eventually sold as goods to the warlords and became victims of the war."

? : "I know~"

? : "I've been back there."

? : "But there is nothing left there."

"You have witnessed the nature of the world and civilization with your own eyes, and you want to provide the weak with a sharp blade to protect themselves."

"But when the weak pick up the gun that takes their lives and become strong, new weak ones will be born."

"You went from smuggling arms to manufacturing."

"Your wisdom is the brightest star in the world, but you use it for war."

“You want to see a world without war, but somehow you have become the cause of war.”

"And the weapon you developed for peace has become the sickle that kills the most people."

"He" looked at the other end of the battlefield. In the smoke and flames, the flags of countries around the world were fluttering in the sky.

"Now...it seems that everyone thinks that if they kill you, the world will be at peace."

"In the end, the bullet you shot that year was aimed at yourself."

? :“…”

? : "Will there really be peace after my death?"

"will not."

? : "Heh... So... shouldn't I have walked out of that door?"

The past seemed to be reflected in front of her eyes.

At that time, she wanted to be a magician.

She watched the magical miracle on the stage and had her own fantasies in her heart.

If I could, like magic, wave away the world's pain and bring beautiful flowers, holy white doves, and sweet cakes.

that would be nice.

But in the end, she walked out of the pub.

Step onto this battlefield filled with smoke.

"But didn't you perform a grand magic trick in the end?"

"He" squatted down, gently closed the eyes of the girl in front of him, and slowly picked up the pocket watch in her hand.

The hands of the watch stopped ticking when she walked out of the pub.

But now...

Witnessing the pointer jumping again, “He” chuckled.

"Look, this magic trick is really amazing."

"It's long and painful, but in the end it makes the world go round for you."

“When the curtain call begins and the world draws down its curtain for you, what greets you is not flowers and applause, but blooming fireworks and roaring sad songs.”

Turning around, “He” strolled away.

But before disappearing, “He” turned his head and left a sentence:

“Maybe that year you stepped onto the stage and snapped your fingers to the world.”

"The magic has begun."

"This magic is called..."

Spiral Life

...

[Human History]

"If you close your eyes, you won't be able to see it."

? : "If it's you, it doesn't matter whether you close your eyes or not."

"But for a doctor, losing both eyes in a fire is like losing everything."

? : "Are you feeling sorry for me?"