What Wonderful World This Would Be の小説・ストーリー

We have each other, the world should be kind and easy. THE END.

--- To believe that maybe— --- This was enough. --- The presence stepped closer. --- Not threatening. --- Not aggressive. --- Certain. --- “This world is stable,” it said. --- A pause. --- “Resistance is no longer required.” --- The words settled heavily. --- Because they offered something no battle ever had. --- An end. --- And as the perfect world stood before them— As control disguised itself as peace— As the final choice loomed once again— One final truth emerged: --- The most dangerous world… --- Is not the one that destroys you—

It's amazing how broken and miserable it is when I closed my eyes but the moment I opened it, it seems like I'm in a completely different world that I never imagine our world can still be this mesmerizing. My father really did something evil in this world that it became hell because of him but now that his reign ended, I'm proud to make everyone see how beautiful the world really is without someone controlling everyone just for power. Maybe in the near future, someone like him will happen again, as I've said, it will just keep on repeating again and again as long as humanity exists. Greediness can't be helped when people are hungry for power but for now, I guess I should just enjoy the prese

Your words are enough to free myself from shackles that limit me for a long time. If all people are like you, then, I am fully sure that this world will be a better place. Even aliens from outer space would like to build a home here. People who think that fame, power and fortune make the world go round are the worst. You cannot prolong your life when you all got those. And you cannot take those things to your grave. Once you are dead, you will turn to dust, just like other people who died in the past centuries ago. It is kindness that really make the world go round.

It better be the best thing we would ever have in our life. THE END.

• • • • • • Human World • • • • • • Adams POV • • I drive out of the forest, rushing home to have a nice bath with some good and very expensive cosmetics, it's been long since I had such a nice bath, just thinking about it makes me smile like a fool. This world has a very nice and attractive fragrance, which lifts my mood. This human world is so different, I wish I could stay here forever, unfortunately, my power doesn't work here and I can't just get old and die, it's too weird and insensitive.

It’s quiet because there are almost no people here by the sea. Right? If the world was ending You’d come over, right? Right? “Wait, what’s that?” Our other companion asked, so I looked at them and widened my eyes, but they just grinned even more and raised their hands. “We’re in, so we can move on from the player.” The sky’d be falling and I’d hold you tight And there wouldn’t be a reason why We would even have to say goodbye If the world was ending You’d come over, right?

Heaven, that's what it was, to be able to see this amazing world and its magical nature, its endless charm never fails to draw me in. Weird, how these people outside aren't aware of all this, the looks on their faces every morning like they prefer not waking up. We are only by-passers aren't we? Why should we relax and feel the bliss we are in. We all have got only some time left for us to join the other side, another world where only what you did while you were alive matters, why wouldn't enjoy it. Problems, they will all pass and some new ones will appear, if you wait for them to end to be happy then that would make you depressed for life.

in the Real World—the girl Hope, who was watching from a computer screen. "Hope," I whispered. "Save the file." --- ### The New World The explosion happened, but it wasn't a deletion. It was a **Release**. The Aethelgard Tower vanished, turning into a giant, golden tree that stood in the center of Seattle. The "Real World" and the "Nursery" merged into a single, beautiful landscape—a world where the 1990s and the 2020s lived in a chaotic, vibrant harmony. The 29-day clock in the sky shattered, turning into a shower of falling stars.

here it was. Out of print. Hard to find. Scarred and imperfect and real. Brought to her door by a man who had listened not just to her words, but to the way she said them. A man who looked at her like she was worth paying attention to. “You didn’t have to do this,” she said quietly, finally managing to lift her gaze, motioning toward the couch as if grounding herself in the ordinary could keep her from tipping over. “But I’m really glad you did.” Bryer smiled, slow and unguarded. Not the kind of smile people used to charm or impress. The kind that said I’m here without demanding anything in return.