Page 365 of Light Leech

Multiplying Neon Essence.

“And he is doing so with terror and dread, which gives a certain spice to the light for its consumer.”

Gong.

“The purpose this.”

What kind of zegged up fever dream am I living?

“Reality. Light is reality. All that you see, this matter and whatever else your scholars claim it to be, is a fool’s idea of what reality is. Humans cannot comprehend true reality. I have only a glimpse, but it makes me laugh at those godless men who think that your existence is a mere coincidence. Human calculations proves that there is something greater at work, yet mathematics is just another infantile attempt to understand all that you are. Light birthed your race, yet if manipulated, it can be taken away.”

Yes, I understand that there is science to the “humans being reduced to the light inside orbs” here, but I mean all of this is a fever dream.

“Self-proclaimed gods have forced humans into violent entertainment throughout your history. This is not new.”

On a lake of wine while the losers are turned into power for some fetal god?

“Merely a new spin on a classic tale. Human pride is cyclical.”

I took one of the unused oars from a now-dead-or-whatever-the-orb-equivalent-was-rower and tossed it at the orca-mech as it neared our boat. Its squeal had a mechanical ring as if its voice had been synthesized to sound just as soothing as it was deadly. I wondered if they had ever tried to use orcas as a strain of Finian for a new level of music, but that sense of wonder was soon diminished as it stabbed one of my boat companions with a tentacle.

“This creature though, is more than some novel twist.”

What is it?

“An advantage.”

Zeg, no.

He squealed with laugher.

“Before you can attempt to mount it, you must ascend.”

I tossed another oar at it.

Not the time and place.

“I beg to differ. Answer your mate, then retrieve another bundle of spears.”

What?I checked my neurospace.

Naoma: It worked! They’re a mess! Have you seen them trying to throw each other into the barrier? I’m going to try to convince one of them to try and open it. Better yet, maybe Shou will like the chaos of them throwing each other into the water after ruining his show.

I checked the arena and saw that people were indeed trying to throw each other into the lake. Most of the arena had retreated, but those who remained would not stop until their recorded betrayals were given sufficient justice.

“Everything is falling into place. What joy.”

That doesn’t fix all the people who have died in this race. They are dead, right?

“They have been reduced to the particles that comprise them. Is a building still a building if it is deconstructed into the powdery minerals which created it?”

Great.

“It is not ‘great,’ merely the fact of the matter.”

And you understand all of this because everything makes sense outside of this world?

“No. I have a better understanding. There are some humans who have a better grasp on this science, if we shall call it that.”