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			“You gotta fight with people on your level. Sorry, man. You’re just not up to playing me yet.”

			Ah, what a small man he had been. Veig looked up at Sora, seeing in him a very different kind of man.

			“…Small boobs, big boobs, even humongous boobs; fake boobs and real boobs… They are all boobs…”

			A big man… Such a big man. Sora eyed him calmly.

			“If you claim to love boobs, how can you speak of right or wrong? Speak of love.”

			The big, big man’s voice was so clear you could hear him all the way to nirvana.

			“To reject boobs other than those of the uniform ponderous size you favor as fake, and to impose this view on others…”

			No censure, no blame, no scorn or spite could be heard in his voice…only the sound of a man who had obtained enlightenment and imparted to the world the truth.

			“To speak to such a soul is less than my soul is worth.”

			…Dost thou find it wonderful? Then may it be wonderful. No one can violate thy freedom to so find it. Then why, in speaking thy feelings, shalt thou denigrate others’? Indeed…

			“Ideal tits? They’re perfect if you work on them? Ahh, how small, how small!!”

			It was he, Veig, who had lacked confidence. Whereas this immeasurable man, as vast as the sky, had stood from the beginning far beyond Veig, on a higher plane.

			…He was one truly great virgin. Yes…

			“If ya want ideal boobs, you’re not gonna have a chance unless you have the guts to go for the woman who goes way the hell past your ideals, are ya?!”

			Ah…it was just as his fockin’ niece had said. The child that day had already surpassed him…and now she’d become a fine woman who surpassed his imagination. Sora smiled at this, too.

			“…Yeah. It was my limit to pursue mere perfection.”

			Veig felt he’d seen for the first time what that child kept yearning for. She hadn’t been looking at the birds. From the very start, she’d been looking at the sky in which they flew…

			“…Ah, finally I can see what my fockin’ niece saw.”

			That sky one wished for and longed for and pined for and yet could never imagine: that which he’d always pursued…the ideal big tits that surpassed the perfect… Ah, yes…

			Bwoing…

			Veig gazed innocently at Til as she slept, her rising and falling chest—her humongous boobs. Tits of such excess as to look a little unbalanced, allowing statuesque beauty to crumble. He smiled at this ideal he’d finally found, an ideal beyond limits. He was happy……

			== Partie 10 ==

			Indeed… Only two in history had seen that divine realm. A third who had opened the door without being able to see it was responsible for this by-product of a successful failure. In the E-bomb shell had been placed two false ethers to conceptually resonate.

			“Hey—th-these are heavy; I can’t even stand! ‘Big’ doesn’t even describe these!”

			“You see, Dora, this is the conceptual rewrite of ‘big boob(?) essence’—”

			“Analysis: Bust value of woman of unknown name. Provisionally categorized under handle ‘megatits.’ Very niche support.’”

			“What are you talking about?! These are going to turn back, aren’t they? I can’t live like this!”

			“Why, I’m fine if we don’t turn back, insofar as I’ve happened to match Chlammy. ”

			“You must be joking! Why do I have even less now?! I won’t tolerate having no boobs! Hey, Fi, saying your small boobs match me, are you indirectly dissing me?! Give me back my boobs!”

			“Query: This unit’s bust provisionally categorized under ‘ample bosom’… Questioning conceptual rewrite of ‘big boob essence.’”

			“You see, it is not ‘big boob essence’ but ‘big boob(?) essence’—”

			And there the ladies cavorted, their boobs changing randomly. Exactly as in the experiment four days earlier, except that this time it worked without an explosion. The conceptual rewriter used Lóni Drauvnir’s “big boob essence” along with one other false essence. Yes, just the same thing had happened as four days ago—instead of an explosion, it was its by-product. In other words:

			“To summarize, it seems to be as in the experiment of four days ago, when, according to the sublime teachings of my masters, I engraved on unprocessed essence a seal identical to that for the big boob essence and activated this unidentified essence,” Jibril rehashed for the two who hadn’t been there. “I posit that a two-way reaction with the big boob essence

			has generated a composite conceptual rewrite.”

			Indeed…the principle was unknown. No one even understood how conceptual falsification worked. Thus, even Jibril was unable to explicate or elucidate this incomprehensibility. But she described it in words in such a rough manner as was possible. So:

			“In short—the conceptual rewrite is in the form of a question: ‘Are these big boobs?’”

			“These clearly cannot be described as big boobs!”

			“Yes, you see, it is ‘big boob(?) essence,’ such as to make everyone ask, ‘These are big boobs?’”

			……

			== Partie 11 ==

			“For the record, this is the first and last time I’m gonna play Cupid for anyone, all right?!”

			Sora paid no attention to the commotion. He took the hand of his sister, apparently the only one unaffected: Big boobs? Where?

			“For God’s sake, I’m still updating my years alive and without a girlfriend!! And now I’m supposed to help some d00d land a heroine?! And not just any heroine, but the one and only—the real thing—the brown legal Loli monster girl!”

			“…I hope you find…happiness.♪ That’s one heroine…out of the running…”

			The siblings walked away. Veig heard them loud and clear. He grinned softly at the sleeping face of his niece, who still smiled happily in his arms.

			“…Ho… Bitches, I’ve heard your answer… I feel your soul…”

			There was something the otherworldly siblings had never spoken of to the end. They hadn’t put that answer into words, or even returned it in their souls. Indeed…

			“I was wrong to question you. Thanks for showin’ me…the sky…”

			He got the sense that if they could beat this game world, they could say they’d fled to win… So:

			“Lemme help ya build the sky of your future. Let’s be bosom buddies.”

			They’d overthrow this game world, its rules, everything. They’d beat the world. Just you wait.

			We’re coming for you next, friggin’ Earth…

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	“…You feel that, Veig Drauvnir? You see how small you are, how shitty your taste?” asked one of the shadows peering down at him. The shadowy figure glanced at the group that Jibril had saved the moment Veig’s core had broken.		“…You feel that, Veig Drauvnir? You see how small you are, how shitty your taste?” asked one of the shadows peering down at him. The shadowy figure glanced at the group that Jibril had saved the moment Veig’s core had broken.

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Démiurge at 17:30, 24 July 2022

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	“…You feel that, Veig Drauvnir? You see how small you are, how shitty your taste?” asked one of the shadows peering down at him. The shadowy figure glanced at the group that Jibril had saved the moment Veig’s core had broken.		“…You feel that, Veig Drauvnir? You see how small you are, how shitty your taste?” asked one of the shadows peering down at him. The shadowy figure glanced at the group that Jibril had saved the moment Veig’s core had broken.

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	“But we must count ourselves blessed to have been able to pummel you a bit.♪ After allll—”		“But we must count ourselves blessed to have been able to pummel you a bit.♪ After allll—”

			“Yes. We are really perfect outsiders to this matter. We’re not even friends, you know?”

			As they snidely echoed Veig’s remarks, Chlammy had a thought.

			—They could win an unwinnable match through someone else’s power. Then how might they answer an unanswerable question?

			“We’ll make others answer for us… In other words, as usual, we win through sophistry.”

			—Having had their past questioned: Have you paid your tab?

			—They answered with their future: I will when I can…

			……

			“…And so the puppet continued building the sky… The sky only they still could not see…”

			In the cramped cockpit, Chlammy smiled subtly as she gazed upon the sky before her. They’d opened it for her, for Fi, for Jibril, the Werebeasts, the Old Deus, and Ex Machina… And now…

			“They’re opening up Til’s sky… Going on until they find their own…”

			== Partie 7 ==

			At last, brilliant, blinding light.

			Til had gathered things from outside—welded them, forged them, patched them together in one wrong way after another. Now her fire melted them all together, and cast them as ingenuity, which she used to reach the sky.

			“…Uncle…have I…kept…my promise…?”

			The spirits raged, and her body ached as if it was about to break.

			“Have I…reached a sky…that no one has seen before?!”

			The heat threatened to burn out her spirit corridor junction nerves. But alas, Til smiled regardless…

			“…Do you…want…to know…what it’s…like…?!”

			By now, only one thing entered her muddied consciousness: the distant sky Til was sure she’d never imagined, and that no one else ever had—the feeling of floating in a deep, black sky, Veig too far behind to see, uncertain of whether he could hear the voice she wrung out, or even whether it was coming out at all—

			Still, she’d fulfill the promise of that distant day. She’d vowed that she would surpass him—and promised something to the bird of that day. She spelled out the wish she’d held in her heart, that her words, her smile would reach their destination.

			'''“You piece of shit, you’ll never understand, you won’t!! Serves you right, it does!! Pft!”'''

			«Niecey!! You got to get back at me, huh?! Ain’t ya imitatin’ me?!»

			Veig’s transmission came through at trace volume. Til did hear it, though, and she closed her eyes and grinned.

			…Please. I’m about to fall under the delusion that I have become a bird, I do. But I know…that it’s just an illusion, I do. By tomorrow, perhaps even by one second in the future, I’ll be made to know

			Very well then…!! Making mistakes is my only specialty—!!

			—Assuming I can… Assuming that nothing’s impossible! I’ll fail again, and build up my mountain of mistakes, I will!!

			She’d lose her way, she’d get confused, she’d blunder—and every time, she’d cry and wail and gnash her teeth in vexation! Til would take the long way around like a perfect fool, getting lost repeatedly, pathetically drenched in tears and shame. She might never even know if it had meaning. But there was a sight that could only be seen by taking that foolish path.

			It could never be seen by those born with natural talent…by the birds that didn’t build airplanes.

			It could never be seen by the birds that had never felt that obsession: I want to fly anyway. There was such an entertaining sight to see, to be found in a place no one imagined.

			…I’m ready to make as many mistakes as it takes. I can say that now, I can…

			And so, while Til went limp in Shiro’s arms—

			“…Well, bet this is news to you smart folks. Here’s the common knowledge of the weak. Listen with gratitude, yeah?!”

			—Sora howled at the shell of the E-bomb, which glowed like a star to announce it was ready for blast-off.

			“…Generally speaking, things in the world don’t go the way you imagine…”

			Just as they had sailed for India and mistakenly arrived in the New World; as they had tried to prove everything with mathematics and mistakenly refuted their mathematics; as they had built rockets to reach the moon and mistakenly dropped them on Earth…

			…As far as humans were concerned, perfection was a waste of time. They’d mess it up anyway. To seek mere perfection wasn’t going to do it. Therefore—!!

			“Your thinking is too damn small!! If you want to fly, you’re not gonna have a chance unless you have the guts to go past the damn moon and crash into Mars by mistake!!”

			Well…yes…?

			“Even if you get up and down backward, you might be able to go through the planet to the sky at the other side, right?♪”

			You might end up with a result better than perfect, right?

			«…You fockin’ with me? Shit—»

			A man born with natural talent… A bird that flew by sensibility alone…transmitted back with a sense of awe at the unknown he’d never had before—or not in a long time at least.

			Indeed…they couldn’t use the E-bomb. So he didn’t know what it was they were on the verge of launching. He didn’t know what it was to accomplish. He didn’t even know a thing about the heights where his niece floated now.

			But even so! There was one thing he was sure about. He howled with a longing he’d never felt.

			«So you’re saying you don’t know what the hell will happen. You’re bloody daft, aren’t ya?!»

			If it might be the case that Til couldn’t take it—!! That instant, Veig’s unit appeared to get blown away and then vanished from sight. One soul raced forth through the air, with maneuvers uncapturable by Sora’s eyes, or by the venue’s cameras. It left no trace; the unit broken down, it raced past its limits, riding the force of a fist.

			—I’ll overcome even that—

			Detecting the single strike to end it, Sora smirked and answered inwardly.

			—Yeah. That’s right! That’s how we live, as fools incapable of anything but straying and failing and erring. Bet it’s a breath of fresh air for smarty-pants jerks like you who live with all trial and no error, huh?

			What’s gonna happen? How the hell would I know?!

			“That’s why you gotta test that shit! That’s what we idiots call science!”

			Sora sneered and activated the contents of the E-bomb in the muzzle, and a moment later Veig unleashed one soulful strike that pierced the shell.

			== Partie 8 ==

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	== Partie 3 ==		== Partie 3 ==

			It was a power that all feared instinctively. The memories sleeping deep in their blood awakened. An outrageous power of a whole different rank, a whole different status, a whole different order of magnitude—quite literally a different level. The future brought on in the next few moments by this power beyond reason didn’t take someone like Veig to foresee. It was a strike from the heavens that sneered at every one of heaven’s gifts crawling atop the earth, judging them likewise of null value. No one could mistake that power. It was

			a Heavenly Smite……

			“Hey, whoaaa! I thought the Flügel wasn’t—hey, isn’t that against the rules?!”

			From his machine—his cockpit—Veig screeched, blanching. Someone who wasn’t in the game—with magic that wasn’t even a seal rite!! His one eye searched in a panic for the Flügel, but in the next moment—

			—he realized that the center of the crawling power…was Til’s hammer. And his one eye was opened by the roar over the comm system and the unheard-of shock that followed… Yes:

			'''«Ultra-large-scale spirit-arm expansion—connect all!! Ariiiise!!!»'''

			Til’s face wrenched in agony as she brought down the hammer. There was a flash as it bore through the cockpit…and through the plant below. With that, there came a moment of silence to the blast-stricken venue. And then…

			“—?!!”

			…a vertical oscillation unlike anything that had gone before tossed them. A heavy shock came from behind Veig. He dodged instinctively on the spot, but from the mass of metal that had only grazed him flowed a tempestuous soul.

			'''……'''

			'''A girl who wanted to imagine things that could not be imagined. A girl who wanted to fly though by no effort could she fly. Saying she could do nothing, she chased the bird in the sky for which there was nothing to do…'''

			'''They said she was just running. They mocked that it was impossible. Her soul…'''

			«I…knew it! …I knew it!! Better than anyone, I did…!!»

			The transmission helped Veig crawl back to reality. But another—no, ten more—no, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand—innumerable storms of metal whipped through the stage and assaulted his unit like squalls.

			Just scraps, they hadn’t much in the way of force or even speed. But every time the fierce soul contained in them scratched by his frame, it left residue. As Til’s voice, wheezing in agony, continued to come through, it pounded at Veig’s will, hard, so hard—

			«So…you wanted me to live like you…? Fa-kew!!»

			To live like them. Like a Dwarf. Without giving up. Without going astray or tiring. To try to overcome natural gifts. To live without shame or retreat. Indeed… Putting themselves on pedestals, though they couldn’t overcome Veig!! Looking as if they understood, talking as if they knew!! They’d called her rubbish, and then!! They’d all said it. They’d basically said this…

			—Everyone else is doing it, so you should, too.

			—You can dream you’ll be rewarded. Just do it—

			—just shut up and do your work!!—

			«I don’t like a world that tells me what to do… I hate it, I do!!»

			I’ll never give in…

			I’ll overcome the chieftain and destroy those dictates—!!

			I’ll use measuring instruments and Elven theory. I’ll use anything to find a different way!

			I’ll show him… So she thought…

			«But…no matter what I did…I just…couldn’t find anything!!»

			Just piling up failures. Bathed in error, lost, confused, making one mistake after another. At last surrendering to a false resignation, as paradoxical as ever. Unable to say anything in return… At some point…she came to think she’d forgotten those feelings, and just wandered, pathetically.

			«…But—hee-hee… Now I know what to say—I do…»

			Weeping, sobbing, yet the two souls grinned. At last Veig realized the true nature of the maelstrom of metal pounding his unit. And for the first time in his life, he said, It couldn’t be—he doubted his own intuition.

			“……Hey… Ho. I must be hallucinating, ain’t I?”

			He saw the whirlwind of metal converging. Not the ground shaking, but the stage moving. Not the metal flying, but just gathering. The parts, the catalysts were joining and coupling and assembling. The majestic waste disposal site was rising as one. The stage itself was wakening—and standing up. That was his impression. It was confirmed by Til’s announcement to everyone watching in Hardenfell, I’ll tell you, and the thing that towered before his eyes—a thing inconceivably gargantuan.

			«You forge ahead without shame…as you will—but I, too…will do as I will, I will!!»

			She’d led a life of shame—failing, contradicting herself, getting lost without end. Today, this moment, was what it had all been for, and for that she was proud. She trumpeted to all the world that had rejected her, just as they were taught:

			'''«Shut up!! Your stupid world can eat shit, it can!! Pft!»'''

			Having asserted her freedom to rebel, the girl crumpled. The siblings embraced her and kept her from falling. Veig gaped at last.

			It wasn’t from finally observing the giant object towering over him. It was the girl held by the siblings in the now-empty cockpit at the top…the girl weeping tears of heartfelt joy that she was not alone—a girl beyond his knowledge, who looked down at a bird from heights beyond its knowledge…with a dazzling smile…beyond all knowledge.

			«…Uncle, did you…ever imagine…this…?»

			She asked him whether this was a sight that effort and sensibility could get to—and that moment, a torrent of violence descended upon Veig’s unit…

			== Partie 4 ==

			Neither Veig nor any of the Dwarves watching through all of Hardenfell had ever imagined it, most likely. However, aside from Dwarves…the three who were watching at Til’s hideout did not seem all that surprised. Their eyes still on the monitor, they spoke admiringly…

			“…Wow… A city can walk, can it…? Oh, is that also a spirit arm?”

			“To be more precise, it is a spirit-arm expansion connected to her hammer, on which she engraved my one-percent Heavenly Smite.”

			“Observation: Height 9,700 meters. Length 74,200 meters. Cannon count 982. Definition: High-maneuver fortress class. Evidence of brilliance of Master. Excessive. Zero maturity. This unit loves that part of him, too… Blush.”

			Steph knew those siblings… She’d imagined they’d do something unimaginable. No, she’d known it. So she watched the screen with a sense of resignation, as a shadow desperately ran from the storm falling from the mountain of steel…

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	== Partie 1 ==		== Partie 1 ==