Roland's heart couldn't help but sink.

The opening style is somewhat like the last words of the fugitives of the Federation - that mortals cannot defeat the devil. Through the handwriting, he can even faintly feel the pessimism and despair of the writer.

"The world is so twisted that we don't even notice it. 」

"Knowing that the power of nature comes from the erosion of loopholes, most of our kind still regard it as a gift from the gods, simply because it can bring extraordinary. 」

"Extraordinary makes us happy to be a part of it, but it also blinds us. 」

"It's time to wake up. 」

"I don't know if it's too late, though. 」

In just one opening paragraph, Roland's eyelids jumped, and as the creator of the dream world, he always felt that these words meant something. Could it be that someone has discovered that the world is just an illusory dream, and hopes that everyone will wake up quickly? The question is that he can go back to reality after waking up, and where can these people go?

As for the description of the forces of nature, he felt the same way.

The pleasure brought by incarnation is even stronger than holding power in the hand, and it is difficult for ordinary people to associate their power with calamity, and even if they know the facts, they will resist thinking about it because they are reluctant.

In the next few dozen pages, the book does not explain the conclusion of the opening paragraph, but redirects it in a different direction—why only humans can wield the power of nature.

The content of the photographs and abstracts is basically some modern scientific experiments and archaeological discoveries, and the account also returns to the theme of the book.

"There is too much evidence that intelligence is not the key to awakening, and there have been both demented fallen demons and innate martial artists throughout history. Aside from our proud intelligence, we are not fundamentally different from other animals, we are genetically similar, our origins are the same, and we should be as indistinguishable from each other as cold-blooded reptiles basking in the sun in the face of erosion. Whether it's a frog, a snake or a lizard, the warm sun treats everyone equally, but why isn't that the force of nature?"

As soon as Roland came up with the idea, he found that the writer seemed to have guessed his idea, "The vast majority of people will use the lucky ones as an excuse, as in the geocentric theory of the past - but in fact, the earth is not the center of the universe, and man is not the only species that can use the power of nature." 」

"Throughout history, we can see that the record of civilization has always shown a disjointed development, such as the mythology that has survived to this day, and most of the descriptions of supernatural abilities focus on the period 2,000 years ago, long after the time when humans learned to record it. It's as if we suddenly opened our minds, and we have incredible power ever since. And the description of the enemy has increased correspondingly, demons, ancient beasts, monsters, and aliens, all of which have different appearances and forms, but they have one thing in common: that is, mortals are crushed in front of them, and only awakened heroes can be enemies of them. 」

"Although there is no direct evidence, I have always believed that those aliens were not conceived by the ancients out of thin air, but a species that actually existed. Their abilities are no different from ours, which is why the myths of the period are so vivid. 」

"Reading this, one might think that even the primeval mosquitoes could preserve their carcasses in amber, but they didn't, and this is too far-fetched. But on the other hand, it is because they have disappeared so completely, which makes it even more strange, isn't it? There are so many unbelievable ruins in the world, many buildings are diametrically opposed to human habits, and there are even some projects that people of that era could do at all, but we stubbornly divide which branch of civilization it belongs to by geography, and attribute all the credit to the local natives, which is really too high for ourselves. 」

"To find out, I went through the ruins one by one. During this journey, I made some amazing discoveries - although the aliens left no bones or hair, the marks carved into the stone did not disappear. In the vault of a volcanic ruin, through the carvings on the walls, I saw a civilization's past. 」

Turning to this page, Roland was already convinced that this was indeed a book created by the dream world - the old buildings in the black-and-white photos he had never seen before, and what was even more interesting was that the volcanic ruins mentioned by the martial artist at the end were quite similar to the Devil's Black Stone Tower!

"It's no accident that they gain the power of nature and then turn against humans. It's like a meeting arranged by the gods, who see victory over their opponents as a reward for the power they bestow. 」

"I know it's hard to describe the carvings with words alone, but I can feel them—if humans can learn their language, then I think the most appropriate word would be the battle of the divine will. 」

What Arashi is referring to...... Is this where it comes from?

Roland licked his slightly dry lips and continued to scroll down.

"But that's not what I'm trying to say - if gaining power was only for a war, it would have been over long ago. Whatever the gods are, they have nothing to do with humans. However, some things are worse than we think, according to the engraving...... It's not the first time they've done this. 」

The handwriting on the pages gradually became less neat, and the ink spots and emotional words increased, as if the writer was hesitating whether to continue writing.

"These aliens didn't start out on the same planet as us, and they were prepared to see that the outbreak of war had changed their environment. It is not as simple as degrading from forests to deserts, nor is it as gradual as the transformation of nomads into agricultural civilizations. Damn, I don't know how to express this part, but to use an example that might not be so appropriate, such a change is like an atomic transition, which is at one level before gaining energy, and then jumping to a higher level after gaining energy, with no process in between, no intermediate level, as if teleporting up in the blink of an eye. 」

"Honestly, I don't care how many upheavals they've undergone at all, but the question is, now that they're gone, why are the erosions and awakenings still going on? Or ...... The battle of divine will is not over at all?"

"The more I think about it, the more I panic, what kind of world do we live in? Are demon defalls really just martial artists who have been seduced by power? I feel like I'm being caught in a whirlpool. 」

"If the answer is no, then what are we facing?"

"The so-called giving and giving are lies. 」

"The only thing that's different is that it's replaced—"

The text came to an abrupt halt, leaving only a long series of scratches behind, as if the writer had suddenly lost all his strength and allowed the pen in his hand to slip down.

- Does no one know who wrote this book?

I heard that the man died before he finished writing, and the Guild couldn't find any record of him.

Thinking of the previous conversation, Roland couldn't help but feel a chill rise from the soles of his feet.

If nothing else, there are too many places in this book that are full of eerie atmospheres - it is clearly about the dream world, but there is always a sense of déjà vu that makes him feel familiar.

He couldn't wait to pull out the phone and want to call Garcia.

In any case, he really had too many doubts in his mind that the other party needed to answer.

At that moment, the moving elbow accidentally knocked over the book on the table, and a red note slipped out of it.

Roland was stunned and bent down to pick it up.

I saw two rows of small letters written on it.

"The day of the appearance of God's will, the time of the meeting. 」

"Cafe Rose, No. 302. 」