It turns cold for the third time at dusk.
This nameless boundary is like a place forgotten by the world itself. The grass covered the rotten road, and the birds in the sky were too lazy to open their mouths, leaving only the wind sliding between the skeletons.
The protagonist has been gone for a long time. He doesn't know where he came from or why he left.
All he knows is that if he stops, the "hole" in his heart will expand. Will devour him.
The notebook in his hand has been turned over. There are some handwriting on the above pages, like himself or not.
"I hate forgetting. 」
"But I'm afraid to remember. 」
He doesn't understand the meaning of these words. But he knew that it was written by a certain version of "He". It's getting dark. There is a collapsed observation tower ahead, like the one-eyed man on the broken ridge of the world.
He decided to hide in for a while, at least the wind won't stab into the bone from every direction.
However-
Just stepped into the bottom wall, he heard a cry:
"Stop, man and mother. 」
The protagonist looked up and saw a metal giant-
Armor structure is like an ancient knight, but the whole body is wrapped with sci-fi mechanical parts:
Turbine shoulder armor, energy vessels, chest core like pulse beating.
It has a big figure, a calm and high-pitched voice, and a mechanical sound wave mixed with a tenor tone.
The eye light under the heavy armor lights up, aim at him.
The robot sends out the second sentence:
"You have a smell, like the jo-level taboo feeling of using engine oil and battery 4 as aphrodisiacs ..."
He paused, haven't react, the other added:
"Calm down, I'm not the enemy. 」
"I just ... um ... will instinctively pull the alarm for all" abnormal variables ". 」
"After all, you know what? 」
"Really crazy, always wearing the human face. 」
The protagonist looks up at this "person".
No, it's a robot The face under the armor is a movable prosthetic module, like the remains mixed with anthropomorphic structures.
He finally asked the first sentence:
"... who are you? 」
The other party paused for a few seconds, as if searching for information. Then, kneeling on one knee, he raised a metal fist in a grandiose posture and lamented his chest:
"Code name: Philos Zero! 」
"Gender is changeable, thinking is floating, and the position is fun is justice! 」
"Remember me, remember that this pair of steel still retains the name of the madness of the soul ── Philos's adult is at the moment, here, under this denominator, say hello to you! 」
The protagonist is speechless and has no idea what to respond to.
But before he could speak ── a roar, from behind the ruins.
-isomers.
A deformed humanoid creature composed of steel bars and muscles, like what was once a human being and what was torn and pieced together.
He came with hunger and chaos.
Philos couldn't stop it.
The protagonist instinctively raised his hand, and then-
Time seems to be stretched.
Memory tear. Screen flash: a familiar smile, an inaudible goodbye.
The voice rang again, since the heart:
"May you exchange your desire to live at the expense of forgetting. 」
Then ── a huge force spewed out like a blazing flame!
His eye pupil was stained with gray gold, and an ancient pattern emerged from the palm of his hand. The air was distorted and time fluctuated.
The isomer has not yet approached, and the body has been broken into several segments in the air and shattered silently.
The world was silent for several seconds.
The protagonist fell to the ground, breathing disorder.
Memory is lost again. He forgot whose smiling face he saw just now.
He held his head in pain.
Philos approached and looked at the pattern in his palm, lost in thought.
A moment later, he said quietly:
"... you are an empty shell. 」
"No.. You should become an empty shell. But you didn't. 」
"This is very interesting and dangerous. 」
"So I decided. 」
I will follow you until I know whether you are a miracle or a product of failure. 」
The protagonist gasped and looked up at him:
"You ... why do you want to help me? 」
Philos grinned (if that's a mouth):
"May be love. Love makes me blind, love makes me irrational, please, even if I am a plane cup, let me follow … follow you for a lifetime. 」
The protagonist is at a loss.
He has never seen such a crazy and calm existence.
But a crack in his heart suddenly stopped hurting so much.
Notebook fever slightly, as if to say to him:
You're not finished yet.