Spirit of Reversal against the World

"And that's how I killed Yoshino," I tell Origami, and I see her react with a sense of disgust, but no anger at my action.

"Why did you come here to boast about killing a child?" she questions coldly.

"...I wonder why?" I have no reason to tell her how much I hate Origami. She seems like a waste to me, someone with extreme talent, but who wastes that talent by pouring it all into anger and revenge.

She threw away incredible talent, she discarded her own talent as if it were trash. In my view, the human Origami could surpass Ellen in the future, and all that potential was wasted.

That's why I haven't killed her yet, and I'm boasting about what I do. It's a form of pure arrogance on my part. I know I'm being arrogant, but I have what it takes to protect this momentary arrogance.

People who throw away their own talent irritate me, and they've always irritated me in this world as well as the previous one, because in the past I had no real talent, so I could only envy the talent of others.

But in this life, I have talent in abundance, and I make the most of every aspect of my talent. I'm like a reflection for Origami.

Even if Origami doesn't notice, if she used all her talent significantly, she could be more like me.

"Anyway, I didn't come here just to boast. I came to take something that now belongs to me." As we were talking, I began to extract the inverted Sephira from her for myself.

She seems to have noticed, but she can't do anything to prevent it.

"Aurelio, don't you think this will one day kill you?"

"..."

"Maybe it will kill me, but if it kills me, I don't care much." I don't see much value in the lives of others, and I don't see much value in my own. In a way, I'm just moving forward.

It doesn't mean I don't have reason or purpose to exist, it just means that I understand that my existence is very insignificant compared to everything that exists, so I live in the way I think is best for myself.

"...Tsk, why are you like this? Don't you get tired of it? Aren't you bored? Don't you care about anything besides yourself?" She questions me angrily.

"...I'm not tired yet. I do get bored, and that's why you're still alive, because you relieve the boredom, and I don't care much about things beyond myself."

"After all, it will all end soon." My mission ends when I obtain a few more Sephira. I will add them to Shiori, and then I will make her lose control and destroy the world, so I will be exempt from any divine threat.

"But how about we play a game," I say to Origami, who becomes slightly interested.

"A...game? What kind?"

"You are now a common human..." I finished extracting the inverted Sephira from her, so now she is no different from a normal human.

"And as a reward for beating me in this game, I will give you all the Sephira I've already collected. This will give you so much power that you could defeat me."

"But if you lose...you'll stay silent about anything regarding me until the day I decide you're no longer interesting and decide to kill you." I propose this as a small chance for her, who has changed a lot from the Origami I know.

"...What's the game?"

"The game is very simple, rock-paper-scissors." An easy game that even a child understands.

"...What's the catch here?" She says, distrusting the simple game.

"If you play Rock and win, I'll flip the city upside down and let it fall to the ground. If I play Rock and win, I'll destroy the city in the same way I would if you won."

"If you play Scissors and win, I'll cut the city in half with an energy blast, splitting it into two pieces while my energy spreads. If I play Scissors and win, I won't do anything."

"And if you play Paper and lose, I won't do anything, but if I play Paper and win, I'll decimate all the lives in the city without destroying anything."

"And if it's a tie, I'll do all the things related to destruction."

"And to give you a little help, I'll say I'm going to play Scissors." The choice is up to Origami. She could choose to win, gain power, and end up being blamed for the death of many lives.

Or she could choose to lose, but with the reward of me not doing anything.

"You play dirty..."

"Let's start, okay?" I say as she squeezes her hand, since she's chained, she can only make the symbol.

'Which one will she choose...' The Origami of the past could end up choosing to beat me because she was blinded by revenge, but this new Origami is quite different.

"3..." I start counting.

"2..." I prepare my hand to play Scissors.

"1..." I make the final move with my hand and play Scissors. I see the result, and she played...

"Paper, is that your choice then?...I guess we're done here." She disappointed me. I had expected her to play Rock, sacrificing the city with two lines of thought.

Either she would think she could stop me, or she wouldn't care about giving up everything for the chance of revenge.

"You seem disappointed," she says as I walk away.

"Yes, I'm very disappointed. I don't think I'll be coming back here again." Origami has become too sentimental.

"Are you going to let me starve to death?"

"Yes, I think that ending suits you. You've always been thirsty for revenge. Dying of starvation seems appropriate for you."

"...Your cruelty is something terrible, you know?"

"Yes, I imagine it is. I really wouldn't want to be the enemy of someone like me."

"...I hope your death is slow and painful," she says somewhat threateningly.

"Really? Well, I believe it may not be slow." I'm strong to the point where a slow death opens up possibilities for me to stay alive.

"That is, if it even occurs, which is unlikely."

"Any last words, Origami?" I ask as I stand at the door, ready to abandon Origami to starve to death, just as she wasted her talent over time, I'll let time kill her.

"...Were you...really my friend?"

I look at her with surprise. I never imagined she would ask that. In fact, I have no idea what she considers or remembers as a friend, after all, this was an illusion I created for her.

"...Yes, I was your true friend. It's just business, don't take it personally. But your death is necessary."

"..." She gives a weak smile.

"...At least I'll fulfill your revenge, Origami. You won't have to worry much. The murderer of your parents won't exist in this world for much longer."

Origami will die, and everyone in this world except me and Shiori will also die, so I guess I fulfill her revenge to a certain extent.

"...Please don't forget me," she murmurs as I close the door.

"I won't forget, even if it's a useless feeling." I murmur a response she'll never hear. In any case, any matter with Origami is over.

She's too different from the Origami of the past for me to feel anger towards her. I can't say I feel satisfaction in killing. I kill because it's necessary, not because I enjoy it.

So this new Origami is like any other human I've killed, I just did what was necessary for my own survival.

I walk through the basement corridors as I activate the self-destruction of this corridor. At least I'll make a special tomb for her, a privilege no one else has obtained.

She'll die of starvation, and her skeleton will be preserved in that reinforced room until the day this world ends. This shows some level of care, since I usually just discarded the bodies.

"In the end, Origami changed her way of seeing the world and thinking...I guess that makes things more complicated."

I go upstairs and soon see Mukuro.

"Brother, why do you have that look on your face? Did something bad happen?"

"No, just something unpleasant." I don't like this kind of change. It's uncomfortable when someone changes in this way because of me, when it wasn't my intention.

Because it only serves to show how difficult it is to control everything. I would have felt more satisfied killing the Origami thirsty for revenge than this broken Origami who asks someone like me not to forget her.

It's a discomfort that comes from a sense of false confidence. It's as if I, who had control over those around me, suddenly made someone change completely in a way that escapes what I planned.

In short, I hate when things escape what I want. It's natural for me that everything stays perfect the way I planned it. I know that variables occur, and I'm always ready for them.

But variables like Origami's change are an uncomfortable type of variable to deal with, because they challenge the control I have over others and make me question my plans.

If Shiori changes in a way I don't want, what would I do? This kind of doubt arises, and this doubt generates bad things for me.

That's why even in death, Origami managed to bother me in some way.

"Hey, Mukuro, I want to eat a gratin. Could you make it for me?"

"Yes, brother, right away," Mukuro says enthusiastically as she goes to the kitchen.

I decide to set this aside. This variable can't affect me. I just need to be more careful with Shiori. Shiori is almost at the perfect point the way I planned.