Steampunk Series Fullvoice Reborn: Extra Column Story

Steampunk Series Fullvoice Reborn: Extra Column Story

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──It took place somewhere in the early 20th century.
──It took place sometime in the 2210s in the northern calendar.


There is a dark room composed of Chrome.
There were two consciousnesses there now.
One is a soft light. A natural soft light, standing on a kind of "machine" like an altar located in the center of the room, flickering and continuing to give a soft impression. It is a soft light that is so different from the unique hard light of the engine room.
It was a soft light.
The other is a man. A young man sitting in an Armchair. A man dressed in a well-tailored dark suit, which can be interpreted as either British or eastern New World style, with sunglasses hiding his eyes, smiling like a shark.


Something is floating around the soft light.
Like a fairy tale, it's a cluster of shining flat squares. The luminescent quadrangles floating in the darkness are an occult-like spectacle, but in reality, they are nothing more than mechanical devices. The latest "air crystal screen," a visual device that uses a special mainframe to link images, is a total of six screens that have been activated.


There were six screens.
On the first two, the Blue Sky was depicted.
On the next two, unnatural Cracking Light and such are depicted.
On the last two, a Black man, a girl with a Golden Eye, and an Engine woman are depicted.


It is the one which reveals the allegory of 3.
It is the one which reflects the story of 3.
In a certain sense, it may be a golden triangle for digging out the truth.


"One, Celenaria of the Blue Sky," the soft light announces.


"Yes," the man nodded.


"One, Inganock of the Brightest Flame."


"Yes."


"Finally, Sharnoth of the Jet Black."


"That's it.
That's right.
You who is pathetically hollow. You, who are innocent and therefore zero, who can be dyed by anything. It's my job to give you the right input."


"I/we have confirmed your input."


"So you think that's enough for Paradigm?"


"No."


"Ho?" the man's smile deepens.


"I/we must have an answer. The three fables that have been entered so far, three stories, are of a very different nature than the information already entered to me, and I love these three things, but they also raise a great question."


"If that's the case..."


The man with the sunglasses stands up.
With arms stretched out, high above to the dark ceiling, so dark it's not even clear of where the end is, high up into the sky. He announces, as if to desire the sky, as if to love the sky, as if to curse the sky.
The sky. No, to curse God.


"Then you will need to know!
The sight of the blue sky!
The tears of distortions of the bright flames!
The only man to have survived the Jet Black! You will see the end of his journey!"


"He?"


The soft light's glare became noticeably stronger.
It reminded me of the gestures of a young human who was extremely excited and raising their voice.


"He is the Man of Thunder!
The only one who has chosen to become Perkūnas in this present world!"


The man's smile deepens.
The man opens his lips to smile, with an evilness that goes beyond the eeriness of a shark, reminding me of the evil sleeping Water God gloating in the depths of the abyss at the very end of history. The mouth which opened wide. What was peeking out from there? A white blade. Fangs. Fangs like a predator, which is impossible for a human to have, were extended. I didn't see them. They grew. And now...


"Listen. He is the only one in the world."


"Only him?"


"...He is the only enemy of our great Society, and he alone is our "enemy"."

To Be...