〔Replay starting〕
〔ReplyTitle_BrokenMind.〕
"Marcen!"
The sword of the Fallen Hero continues its trajectory towards Marcen.
however, before it could reach him, Emily starts running towards the sword, hoping to stop it.
Slash!—
Blood dripped down; a person's breathing stopped...
Marcen has a sword through his chest as Emily stands infront of him, a few inches away from the sword.
"...n-no..."
"S-sis... run..."
With a push, Emily started running away, trying to hold back tears. She would have been able to stop it if he didn't stop her with his hand.
"...idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot... idiot..."
She tries to stifle tears as the weight of the situation. She is alone in a crumbling and corrupted universe, the friends she made are either dead or corrupted.
She finds a tree that is less corrupted. Sitting down, she crumbles into tears as sobs fill the empty forest.
While crying for, who knows how long, she hears footsteps coming from the front side, she didn't care however, why would she?
"Hey ♣︎, i found her."
they didn't sound curropted... nor dead?
That voice was familiar however, someone she started to trust... someone who taught her.
"Hello there."
Looking up, i see... two generals wearing suits? One had a King of Diamonds in his pocket while the other had a King of Clubs in her pocket. Left breast pocket, to be precise.
『Unlock Reached!』
『New Skill Unlocked!』
"Hello..."
『Hearts - ♥︎♡♡♡♡
- More Info』
♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡
Walking through a corridor, three figures were walking through, the first had a blue suit on with a king of diamonds in his pocket, he had a blindfold for a bandana and red hair and eyes.
The second had a black suit on with a king of clubs in her pocket, her eyes and hair as black as the void itself.
The third however... she was slightly shorter than the rest, her hair has slightly messy but still it reached her shoudlers, she also had a suit on with a card in her pocket... a king of hearts.
"H-hey ◆, where are we going?"
"Ah, newbie, dont worry, we are meeting someone."
"D-do i have to wait outside? L-like always"
The Candidate of Diamonds spoke to the Candidate of Hearts while walking together.
"Nah, this time you can come along!"
"R-really... really!"
The Candidate of Hearts brightened upin hearing that, she was ecstatic as she jumped up and down.
"◆. ♥︎. Stop it."
The Candidate of Clubs spoke out in annoyance as she grasped her forehead.
"He is an important person for out plans, we need to be respectful. Remove his blindfold ◆."
The Candidate of Diamonds reluctantly complied as he slowly untied the blindfold he was wearing as a bandana.
"W-who are we going to then, big sis?"
Hearing the Candidate of Hearts, the Candidate of Clubs had a slight smile as she put her hand on the short ones head.
"A concept."
The air became chilly as the two taller ones felt slightly stronger as the Candidate of Hearts began to lose control.
"Concept?... a concept. The same ones that killed my brother? I-if it is t-then I'll... i-i'll!-"
"♥︎, i order you to stop."
Hearing the Candidate of Spades' order, the Candidate of Hearts calmed down as though a switch was flipped.
"O-okay..."
"He is a concept, yes but he is not the one who happened to have caused the incident."
Hearing the lies the Candidate of Clubs spoke, the Candidate of Diamonds looked away in slight guilt.
"A-alright then!"
With a more resounding and confident answer, the two taller ones opened the door.
"Well then, if it isnt tweedle dee and tweedle dum and...what?"
The man sitting on the throne looked confused.
"What is this? Why do i feel a strange energy from her. Where is marc-"
Slash—
An Ace of Clubs card flew and slightly cut the cheek of The Ruler.
"I see then... how dare you... HOW DARE YOU!"
In doing so, clock hands began to spike up from the ground.
Before they could even reach the two Candidates however, a shield surrounding them with a symbol of Hearts protected them.
"Sorry buddy... but, this is for my own profits..."
The Candidate of Diamonds spoke in a somber tone as he gave the blindfold to the Candidate of Hearts.
"W-what are you doing, b-big bro?"
"Listen to me. ♥︎, you must wear this... it is a gift."
He hated speaking to the already broken Candidate of Hearts like this but he had no other options.
"A-a gift?"
At first, the Candidate of Hearts looked shocked before smiling joyfully.
"Really? Really? Really? Really? Really?"
He couldn't bear it much longer, he just nodded as he looked away. The Candidate of Clubs however looked proud as the Candidate of Hearts put on the Blind Lover's blindfold.
In doing so, her powers were boosted towards the ones she cared for, those two being the other two candidates.
"So, time. Will you now give us the name pieces?"
The Ruler slammed his fists onto the armrest of his throne.
"How dare you. How dare you come here after killing him, after breaking her. If love was here, i would have spared you... however, she isn't, so good luck."
With a final warning, the area around them distorted as time began to go rampant as the past collided with the future.
"Ah, ah, ah."
The Candidate of Clubs however threw something off the ground.
"Like you said, you can't hurt us now."
Everything stopped and went back to normal. The Ruler slowly got of his throne as he stumbled down to where the item was.
"...n-no..."
He looked distraught, pained and even depressed.
"She is here now."
The Ruler held the head of The Wiley One...
"Thankfully she accepted her death before we began. So, go join her."
She flicked her hands as all 13 cards of clubs came out of the shadows and decapitated The Ruler.
"..."
The Candidate of Diamonds could not speak, he looked conflicted.
"Now all thats left is to find someone capable of having the Spades skill."
They left the castle.
The Candidate of Hearts lovingly kept the blindfold on while the Candidate of Diamonds held a treasure chest with only three letters of the True Name left.
"Hehe!"
The Candidate of Hearts was gleefully skipping as she enjoyed her new gift.
Soon, they exit the castle of possibilities and into the Crevices.
"Where to! Where to! Where to!"
The Candidate of Hearts jumped around the Candidate of Diamonds excitedly while chanting.
"Calm down now ♥︎, we are almost... **Home**."
The Candidate of Clubs looked around the broken pieces of universes as she found a specific rubble.
"Come now, *little sister*... lets go back..."
The Candidate of Diamonds, Hearts and Clubs held their hands together in that order as she jumped and went through the rubble and into their meeting room.
"All thats left now is to-"
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"REST!"
The Candidate of Hearts blurted out before covering her mouth.
"A-ah, sorry big sis... I- I got excited to be back..."
She slowly shook her head as she gently patted the Candidate of Hearts' head.
"...it's alright ♥︎, just wait next time."
The blatant manipulation of this caused the Candidate of Diamonds to look away slightly.
To try and get away, he sat down at the meeting table, on the chair with his symbol on it.
"Lets just find ♠︎."
"Wow, big bro! Y-your never this set on a task!"
The Candidate of Hearts looked at the Candidate of Diamonds while joking and laughing, the blindfold never actually removing the wearer's eyesight.
Seeing her innocent face, the Candidate of Diamonds sighed gently as he could barely stand her situation but held it in... barely.
"Lets get this over with..."
"O-okay!"
The Candidate of Hearts sat next to the Candidate of Diamonds, obviously on her own chair as the Candidate of Clubs sat on the opposite side.
"Next we need to find a suitable ♠︎."
"W-why? A-am i getting replaced?!"
"No, no... consider it like having new family! Like us."
The Candidate of Diamonds was barely holding onto his shred of dignity due to the Candidate of Clubs' actions.
"A-a new big bro or big sis!"
"Maybe even a younger one..."
The Candidate of Hearts could barely keep it in as she squealed with joy as she looked as happy as a clam.
Soon, the 1008th Suit Meetings began with the Candidate of Hearts being here for 66 of them.
♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎
Walking through the corridor, The Lost picks up the heads of both The Ruler and The Wiley One.
"How... [Joyous](Saddening)"
His expression split into two, an impossibility.
"Dying because of love... ofcourse, you never change."
He went back and into the office of The Ruler before searching The Ruler's drawers.
"You... won't be able to... find it..."
The Ruler's head spoke, it seemed he kept himself alive by freezing his neck in time.
"Why not? It [will be] (will not be) hard at all."
"You... must... help her..."
Putting the heads of the monarchs on the desk, he sat on the chair.
"So? She means [Nothing] (Everything) to me."
Each contradiction spoken, his body felt like it would split and separate once more. He had to find words that he and himslef agreed on.
"But she would never recognize me... so it would be useless."
"Why... you care for her so much..."
"Why...?"
He felt his body completely split for a second as two sides began fighting.
"[[[[She means nothing! How dare you! Kruno, you truly forgot what i am!]]]
(((She means everything! How could I! Kruno, what can i do...!)))"
A Black and white. Two sides fight for control.
The Lost soon calm down enough as the sides come back into one.
"Even if she is [no one] (my sister)... she already found new people, she is shattered."
"I know..."
"Just die with her, like you wanted."
"I will... goodbye, The Lost."
"goodbye [bastard] (friend)."
The Ruler soon stopped channeling power into his neck, time resumed around his neck as he finally succumbed to death.
"Sigh..."
all The Lost could do now was let out a sigh, The Ruler was now dead, the Multiverse would now need a new concept of both time and space... and many, many, many more concepts. It, however, doesn't have enough energy for that, however.
"Narrator, where are you."
The Lost spoke out as the heads disintegrated on the desk. For a while, nothing happens... unTiL A wHiTe DooR oPenS...
Creak—
Standing up, The Lost opens up and opens the door, walking through, he see's an auction house.
The Narrator, standing at the podium of an empty auction house, hums as he looks at the wall behind him.
"Narrator."
"Ah, Lost."
Hearing his answer, The Lost walks up and [Shakes his hand in a friendly manner] (Slaps his hand away disgusted by his face).
"Whoa! Pick an choice! you made The Holy Text confused!"
NoThIng HapPened to tHe NaRrAtoR, hOever, a small crack appeared on the finger of The Narrorator.
"(Tch...) [Hah!]"
The Lost moved behind The Narrator as he felt the screen with his hand...s
The two sides begin to speak as one.
"So, this is it?"
"OfCourse it is! This failure is almost over."
"Damn it..."
Slamming his fist against the screen that, even though was against the wall behind the podium, went forever.
A light blue hue was being shown as he turned to face The Narrator again.
"Do you seriously want this?"
The words on the screens shone brightly.
"End.Paradox-Encore10... a fitting name? Heh, just go on with it Lost."
The Lost then began to emit an energy from his hand that is not touching the screen. The energy seemed to be '■' personified.
Soon, the words began to be censored.
'■nd.■■r■ox▪︎■■■■re10.'
Finally, the words were censored. A pure white screen was all that remained.
"This is it, goodbye Lost."
The Lost felt the world begin to crumble around him.
"A few stragglers may remain, maybe even the suits but be glad to know that I won't be alive."
with the departing words, he vanished. The Lost began to walk away from the wall as a portal opened up infront of him.
"It... is time."
What he saw was strange. Bodies strewn everywhere. The Multiverse, once covered with differing univerees now only had two.
"It seemed a war broke out."
The two universes had their outer shell shattered as the cosmic horrors invaded.
Three people, however, could be seen from a distance as they entered the left universe.
"Those two. They're the [(Bitches]) that caused this...?"
He voiced confused, for once the two sides agreed.
The Lost almost harmonized as he began to run after the three.
"I'll save you, my [Key] (Sister)."
The two however immediately de-harmonized as they gave chase.
♡♡♡♡
"Are you the one that started the war?"
The Candidate of Clubs spoke as she stood Infront of the cowering king.
"The one who started this hell on the final lands of this dying world? The most corrupted noble."
The Candidate of Hearts sighed as she heard the Candidate of Clubs speak.
"Big bro, s-she is doing it again."
"Yeah... sigh. Alright ♣︎, lets go. We found a Spades carrier."
"...you truly got lucky, if it weren't for your system, you would have suffered at the hands of a commoner."
"B-big sis! We agreed that no one else would d-die!"
"...right."
With the words spoke by her, The Candidate of Clubs walked back as the Candidate of Diamonds grabbed the shaking king, dragging him along the way.
"Stop."
Infront of them was a man, their worst enemy.
"The Lost. Move aside, unless you want to die."
The Candidate of Hearts activated buffs as the two went into a battle stance.
"I came for someone."
"And who might that be?"
"A [Person] (Girl)."
Although one side of the man sounded cold and apathetic, the other side made the Candidate of Hearts stop the buffs and heals as she stood frozen.
"T-that voice..."
"♡- ♥︎! Wake up! Hurry!"
The Candidate of Hearts wanted to move but the right side of the man infront of her sounded so familiar, a face she almost forgot, almost replaced by two other people.
"..."
Her lips quivered as she tried to remember the word that identified the right side, until...
"Brother...?"
"[[[Cen, go ahead.]]
(((Sister... how are you?)))"
Hearing that voice again, she ran up and before the Candidate of Clubs could stop her, the Candidate of Diamonds held her hand to stop her.
"What are you doing! Let go ◆!"
"We won't have enough time to get the Wish of the Suits... it took hundreds just to get her to Candidate status."
The Candidate of Diamonds, who could see benefits and losses that no one else could see, spoke up as he revealed the truth that would have shattered the Candidate of Clubs' mind.
"There is nothing but loss. Let's just g-"
Slash—
A King of Clubs cut the arm of the Candidate of Diamonds attached to the hand holding her arm.
"Argh!"
"No... it wont end, I will make sure it wont. Just follow my orders."
She then began to harness everything she had to use her final attack.
An Ace of Clubs attacked both the Candidate of Hearts and The Lost, however, the Candidate of Hearts twisted her body, once she noticed the card, to protect The Lost.
"Not again!"
However, as she yelled, voice full of despair and regret, she got grabbed as the card suddenly stopped and suddenly ■■■■...
The velocity and speed of the Ace of Clubs was censored. It stopped, however, the energy inside of the Card was too much as it began to explode.
"(((Sora.)))..."
One side spoke out while holding the Candidate of Hearts.
"...[[[Guess its my turn.]]]"
The Lost's other side outstretched his hand as he sent a card flying, cutting the Ace of Clubs.
"...what?"
The card was of the same specialty, the Ace of Spades.
"W-wha?..."
The Candidate of Hearts was confused as she remained in his embrace, The Lost's right side began to softly chuckle
"(((I see you're still doing well sis)))."
The right side held her as the left side's arm was covered in the energy.
"[[[Let us go now]]]
(((Right, right.)))"
The Candidate of Clubs stood still as the two(?) walked away out of the doors.
"All those years... n-no, i worked so hard... FUCK!"
The entire castle was destroyed, leaving only the two candidates above the rubble as a portal disappears.
"...♣︎."
"Its over... no... nononononono."
she could feel herself disappearing as the world slowly crumbled.
"♣︎..."
"nononononononononononononononono..."
Sighing, the Candidate of Diamonds grabbed her cheek with his remaining hand.
"...?"
"Lets go, Behi..."
A name she had not heard for a long time... too long.
"Lucy..."
"Its over..."
She soon became dust as the Candidate of-... Lucy stood there, feeling his own body crumble.
"Damn... it's strangely beautiful, the sky..."
A storm that looked like a spring, or maybe the opposite? It did not matter anymore.
To Lucy, everyone he cared and wanted to see vanished, the treasure chest fell out of his pocket as the letters fell down.
'cen tEse.'
As he turned to dust, two letter flew from a Horizen as it landed down onto the mess of letters.
Soon, the letters shifted into a name.
'Existence.'
「Final Title collected」
「One True Wish possible」
...the wind blew around the system window.
「ERROR」
「Checking suitable users...」
「Found 1 User compatible! Beginning transfer」
♤♡♤♡
"Bro..."
The girl did not want to let go; she held onto The Lost's right side for dear life as he sat down on the stage of the auction house.
"(S-sis, could you let go? I can't breath.) [Let go.]'
The two voices clashed, remaining as one, there was no contradiction in their voice.
"W-what was your name again... sorry i forgot..."
"Heh... [Parasor Citadox] (Marcen Lostiru)."
"M-marcen..."
Strangely, there was no discourse... no contradiction.
"(W-well-)"
Before the right side could speak, something Infront of The Lost appeared.
「Congratulations! New title acquired! 」
"...what?"
『System update! 』
『Administration Authority detected! 』
『Hello, The Existence of the Last Non-Fiction』
Opening the system window in shock, what he saw was... strange.
『The Existence of the Last Non-fiction LV 0 - Expand』
level zero? He felt weird, though, not when he was his previous level... just weirder, unless...
"...expand."
"E-expand? Expand what bro...?"
The Candidate of Hearts was confused at the weird words his brother uttered, however, to not look weird, he began to explain the situation.
"My system is acting up..."
『LV.Value=0_|』
He could change it... what?
He looked at his sister.
『The Candidate of Hearts LV 562』
『LV.Value=562_|』
He could change his sister's level...
He checked his skills to see if it was a skill with the new title.
『The Existence of the Last Non-Fiction LV 0
▪︎Str - 0
▪︎Spd - 0
▪︎Int - 0
▪︎MP - 0
-Skills
▪︎Wish
- More info
(Omitted)』
He wanted do check something he theorized. He pressed the Omitted button to expand his skills, scrolling down... he saw it.
『▪︎Pheonix - ★★★★★
- More Info
▪︎Destructive Explosive power - ★★★★☆
- More Info
▪︎ Emotion to strength - ★★★☆
- More Info
▪︎【Skill Database】
- 【New skill? 】 【Existing Skill? 】』
He could give himself new skills... maybe even his sister but hearing her cough, he knew she didn't have much time left.
so, he decided it wasn't worth his time right now, he scrolled up OfCourse.
He instinctively pressed more info on his new skill after reaching the top, a habit he earned while gaining new skills to fight the hordes of corrupted.
『Wish - one wish. 』
"Hey [Candidate] (sis...) what do you want the most?"
"...m-me? Oh, uhm... to restart..."
"What?"
"To restart and fix my mistakes and to... save you."
Crack—
Soon, her body began to crumble in his arm.
"Alright then..."
With one final hug, she crumbles as he is left alone...
「C-C-C-Congratulations! N-n-n-new titles」
A broken console window could be seen.
「Exceeds number c-c-count!!!」
『System Update! 』
The Existence sighs as he opens his system.
『The Existence of the Last Non-Fiction, The Ruler, The Wiley One, The Shepard, The Narrorator, The Last, The Lost, The First, The Heart, The Diamond, The Club, The Spade...』
It went on for ages. Every title in existence given, he owned it... so, he took one final breath for speaking.
"I wish... for a Reset... [with all of my memories]."
The Existence's other side added one more note, though, The Existence did not know why but let him speak.
「Skill granted. 」
『New skill!
▪︎Restart/Save/Load - Ω 』
Finally... he lifted his hand as he extruded his finger.
Each second felt agonizingly slow.
Crack!—
His own body began to breakdown and crumble.
He felt himself slowly grind down as he was breathing.
Finally, his finger pressed the 'Reset' as he crumbled to dust.
「RESET IMMINENT!」
「ERROR!」
「HOST STATUS: DEAD」
「SEARCHING SUITABLE HOST...」
「ERROR! NONE FOUND」
「CONTINUING PREVIOUS ORDER」
「RESET IMMINENT.」
○○○○○ ○○○○ ○○○ ○○ ○...
Time slowed... as everything began to reverse...
for days... months... years... even eons, until...
...
"Narrator... I want to stop the stories."
"What? Hah, your story ended. Its best to rest."
"What? No! I can't do th-"
「DATA RESTORED.」
Marcen, with his hood on, sighed slowly as his eyes felt slightly less cold, is body was relaxed than his usual stiffness. he seemed to be calmer Aswell.
"Then let me see someone."
"Oh? And who might that be!"
"...my sis."
"S-sis... you used the word sis? S-sis? Are you the Marcen i know? Using the word 'sis' is so unlike you! Hmm..."
The Narr orator was shocked, the Marcen he knew was cold and stiff after eons of suffering due to the story's progression.
"Right then...come then..."
Either way, to stop him from continuing the story he personally ended, he brought him to the Bin of Ideas...
"Sis!"
A figure could be seen in the distance turning her body to him.
"That voice... b-bro?!"
She began to run.
Run and run, following suit, Marcen ran too.
He did not stop, not when he was barging between discarded ideas, the dead or even souls.
"Sis!"
Soon, both of them hugged each other.
What the Narrator felt when they hugged at that moment was strange, a more completing feeling with an important piece missing, he went through a white door as he reached the auction house at the edge of everything. Housing the Console.
Looking at the console, he was shocked...
「PARADOX... RESOLVED...」
The console began to shut down... its mission after countless years and resets... was completed(?)
〔Record Saved.〕
〔Named 'Bad ending 1.'〕
〔Replay Ended〕
♠︎■◆♣︎
A broken mind...
A reset...
A false ending...
How sad... what did you expect of a 'bad ending' as you say. However, this specific story isnt over yet. How could it be?
Although not canon, some aspects are canon.
Just so you know, i am Text. This story is set... I think maybe millions of years into the future from volume 1.