The Self-cultivation of the Passerby Male Protagonist

"..."

Alice was silent. This question was not something she could answer. After all, all the arguments had to be considered from the premise given by Yakumo Zi-"Gods were created by humans", but in this case, the order would be contradictory.

According to Yakumo Ziren's saying that gods were created, then where do people come from? You must know that in mythology, gods created humans.

"……I have no idea."

Shaking her head honestly, Alice returned the question to Yakumo Zi.

"Then tell me, who gave humans the right to create gods?"

"It's a god."

"……what?"

"I said that the existence that gives humans the right to create gods is gods themselves."

Talking about self-contradictory theories, Yakumozi's eyes gradually drifted away along the cracks in the gap, looking at Alice's little face full of doubts and surprises.

"Everything has a source, just like to build a house, you must have wood as a frame, to light a fire, you must have fuel as a fuel, to write a myth, you must also have a 'source' s story'."

"But didn't you just say..."

"Yes, there is nothing wrong with 'God was created by man', but at the same time there is nothing wrong with 'God gave man the right to create them', the only problem is that neither statement is complete."

Yakumo Zi's eyes locked on Yayi Yonglin's body, and her tone turned cold unconsciously.

"The correct statement should be 'most of the gods are created by humans', and it is the 'other part of gods' who are not included in this list that give them the right to create gods."

"Then, what do you mean..."

Gradually understanding the meaning of Yakumo Zi's words, Alice's small face suddenly turned pale, and the eyes that looked at Yayi Eirin beyond the gap also became terrified.

"The gods as the 'source point' are different from the created gods. She possesses powerful power. The power of faith is just a foil to her, and myths and legends are also playthings to her."

Obviously in the gap where there is no concept of temperature, Alice felt the coldness like falling into an ice cave. Zi Yakumo's words seemed to be sucking her life, making her little face turn pale.

"Even if no one knows her existence, she is still a high god. Even if no one gives her faith, she can still surpass all gods."

"So, Yayi Yonglin, she is..."

"Yes."

With cold and cruel words, Yakumo Zi said word by word:

"Bayi Yonglin, she is the culmination of a myth."

"...Then, I really can't win..."

Yakumo Zi's words echoed in Alice's ears like a death sentence, causing her to fall into a long silence unconsciously.

"Facing such a guy... what will happen to Marisa and the others?"

"Who knows."

Tilting her head indifferently, Yakumo Zi suddenly changed into a brisk tone:

"From our point of view, Yayi Yonglin doesn't seem to have serious plans, and now, I'm more curious about the relationship between her and Takeya."

"That means Marisa and the others are safe right now?"

Alice asked anxiously.

"It's not right to say anything."

Blinking playfully at Alice, Yakumo Zi pointed to the intensifying battle outside.

"It seems that because of Takeya, that guy seems to be a bit serious. It's not good to go on like this."

"What will become of that!"

"The worst case scenario is that there will be casualties."

Yakumo Zi didn't care about the cruel reality.

"Reimu has the support of the entire Gensokyo behind her. Even if she can't defeat Yayi Yonglin, the other party can't do anything to her. As for Takeya, he can't die anyway. If there is a problem, it is that Is it magic?"

"how come……"

Alice, who couldn't accept the reality for a while, supported her crumbling body.

"Even with Reimu who is Hakurei Miko, can't protect Marisa?"

"So it's the worst case scenario."

"Then let me go out and help!"

"This is not okay, we will expose it."

"Then you go and help!!"

Roaring and clutching Yakumo Zi's collar, Alice, who had obviously lost her strength, relied on her frail body to meet Yakumo Zi's eyes threateningly with a burst of anger.

"If it's you, even if you can't win, you can still save Marisa!"

"Yes, if it were us, this trivial matter would be nothing to worry about, but—"

Curved crescent-like mischievous eyes, cruel?crazy?fear?Cold blooded?Yakumo Zi, who smiled like a child, said with a sweet corner of her mouth: