――Do you want to get out of here?

Inserting into the thought circuit that is about to stop is a [sound].

There is no way to tell gender, age, joy, sorrow, or even vibration on the eardrum.

In a complete vacuum, where time has stood still. The [voice] that directly resonates with the mind sends out the invitation.

The voice calling itself Mother Goddess continued in his thoughts.

――How about leaving here and entering a new world? As long as you want, whether it is the [Spokesman of God] or the [Demon King of the Living World], you can do it, and there is nothing wrong with [ordinary ordinary people], anyway, it is better than staying here and becoming one with [Nothingness].

Behind the indifferent attitude, the passionate music is cheering for the temptation that cannot be refused, and the magnificent colors are erupting from the background music.

Dvořák's Symphony No. 9, Fourth Movement, The New World.

Even [he] knew this famous piece, the most famous sonata by a Czech writer.

――Again, do you want to get out of here?

In the midst of the glorious and magnificent music, the [voice] was once again tempted.

A new world?

God?

Beelzebub?

- Yes, as long as the contract is made.

[He] only has a concept of [reward], and has never had actual experience. If you don't do anything without an order, you won't feel or act if you disappear like this, and you won't feel anything about it. But...... Although only a tiny little bit. A certain impulse appeared unreasonably in [him], and the young man who did not realize why he [wanted to grasp something] and [wanted to feel something] agreed to the other party's request.

- I see, the contract is established.

The still ambiguous [voice] rang out, and then, the pitch black was replaced by a dazzling white.

-- Let there be light.

The all-encompassing [sound] is incomparably sacred and solemn to put an end to the performance of the sonata, and the space frozen in time is cracked and shattered.