I do wonder why he was chosen to endure all these pain every single time?? What i don't understand is if Bouichirou plans on controlling the Gods, what's the difference since Akuto too wanted to control the Gods in the first place. And what the hell, if this was really a magician show, why is the Gods are machine like, same with Peterhausen as well!! Peterhausen is definitely the star of the show!!
Looks like Yuuko is now healed So Keena and Rimu rewrote history? What about the group that hired Korone? What happened to Teruya?? Did her father punished her?? What about the last Demon Lord? So many plot holes that were left, at least they returned to normal like in the first episode. Though was hoping a more magician anime instead of pseudo machine like world.
The fights are awesome though, Still if only they have more time and episodes as well as coherent direction this would have been a special one. And we didn't learn about Fujioka's brother and what really happened. Arnoul finally spoke!!! Was hoping to hear more Kotobuki, Minako, but i heard her as one of the guardians of the tree. Lol Akuto is really destined to be the Demon Lord XD In any case, it's still disappointing that the ending was clearly rushed and alot of things didn't made any sense.
I was really hoping for more Korone screentime : I also saw the PV of the series before this aired, and according to the video the voice actors were different compared to the final product. Everything came in way too fast The ending definitely felt rushed. I would have liked it better if it stuck to what it was doing in the first few episodes, showcasing a hopelessly misunderstood nice guy.
I was going to give this a 9, but I think I'll give it an 8 now. He wasn't that good Some parts of this post may be exaggerated. The definition of wasted potential. Unlike another short 12 episode ecchi shounen fantasy ecchi show like Hagure no Yusha which at least excelled at what it aimed to do, namely comedy, good fan service and a badass MC.
Here though we lose the comedy quickly, the fan service is quite weak ignoring the censored crap which is infamous , and the MC is upstaged by a crony Suzaku Saiyaman named Brave. It could have used multiple full 24 episode seasons, better pacing, better cohesion and reasoning behind the plot, better romance, better ecchi, better fanservice In short it coulda been much much better.
This last ep was awesome! I'd like to give this a 9 but the series was a little stale around was the middle. You want to throw down? It was rushed but it was watchable. The constant misunderstandings and jokes. A surprisingly enjoyable end to an erratically paced anime. The OST did stand out to me as quite good. I kind of stopped taking the plot seriously around episode 9 to 10 because it became quite incoherent, but it was an entertaining end.
I was expecting an end like most of the animes that didn't get another season -- with things left unfinished. But the way the anime ended here isn't too bad and I can be happy with the end if it never gets another season. A do-able plot, good-ish characters, some humor here and there mixed in with some action but then He wasted our time fighting against Akuto for what?
Over a silly girl? Family honor? Right, like that really means anything at that point in time. Luckily she had a character change before further wasting more of our time. All that nonsense because he got NTR'ed a weak 5 or 6 out of 10; cool main character though.
PM me all of your anime recommendations! Just watched this Shitty ass plot makes no sense what so ever. I just only enjoyed the harem comedy, besides that the plot is complete shit. Also I just feel bad for the character, Bochiro losing the girl he likes to someone else cus of some dumbass "role" smh.
I expected classic harem anime but i have to say im surprised how good it was. Except for episode 7 everything was great and entertaining. Loved the soundtrack. This actually ends in not too bad a place considering what happened in the final volume of the LN.
It was rushed, they changed some things from the LN's, and we're going to miss some really nice girls who show up in future arcs, but all in all, this is an ok place to call it quits before it gets really weird. In my next life I want to collide at the corner with the cute transfer student carrying a piece of toast in her mouth All they could see were rocky mountains and a forest down below.
The taller mountains had snow on their peaks, but this sunny peak was warm. The weather might be better here than in the afterlife. This cool wind is quite nice. It seems the afterlife was a world the demon king has free control over. He likely realized that thanks to the knowledge of those around him. It would be impossible for them to be aware of it, however. We all died and were resurrected.
But it was the demon king that resurrected us. The world has been reconstructed as data. Just as the former computer gods attempted to do. Otherwise, I would have been living with my girlfriend in this world. The two of us and the demon king. We were chosen as side characters, but we were still given important parts to play. It is only natural that it be the hero who saves the world.
We will enter, but we will interfere without being incorporated into it. We can travel on the path of history that the Law of Identity has created. Of course, there will be a sacrifice. Bouichirou seemed to have made up his mind about something and that statement sounded ominous to Brave.
The people all have an internal side, but in the story, all else is nothing more than a collection of elements unneeded for a personality. That will remain the same even after he reorganizes the world. Brave closed his eyes as if scrutinizing the memories, consciousness, and knowledge that came flowing in. The space itself was finite and the characters were finite, but the combinations were infinite.
Opening up the possibilities was not just a concept. It actually released the walls of the world that supposedly existed within Akuto. Until then, it could be said that the story was shared by all.
The extra-universal gods all contained their own unique stories and were thus the protagonists of those stories. Those multiple protagonists had tried to advance their stories in the same space. That may have caused a great disturbance, but it was not conflict. The weak yet large ones ran everyday life. The strong yet small ones ran the oddities of life. Even if they could speak to each other, no kind of relationship could be formed if they did not share the same stories.
The relationships of friends, enemies, and even strangers could not be established. It was possible I could confirm the existence of time for as long as the voice lasted. But it had no units. It was permanent. There was no guarantee the same word was not being repeated again and again. Even if a bell continued ringing for all eternity, there were no words to indicate a single, unique ringing of the bell. Which ring was it? Based on what division? In which eternity? A story still had not been established.
There was not even solitude here. After all, the first person was all that existed. Where to? Inside the space or outside the space? Heading inside led to nothingness and heading outside led to nothingness, but it was still a division. That mistaken noise was the only place a voice could be found. That error was all that was inside. The pain alone was there.
It may have been a story. You may have been solitary. After all, the voice may have come from someone other than you. After all, the second person existed. That error was everywhere. The pain was there. A story was needed to perceive reality because that was where a relationship with another was found. But to reconstruct the story possibilities, Akuto needed a period of time bordering on the infinite.
After all, he had to test all possible stories. Even so, the stories immediately grew complex. In modern times, the number of stories grew explosively. That was because machines and cities became new elements for the stories. However, the most troublesome part of the work was the elements brought in by the extra-universal gods. That included things not possessed by the Law of Identity. A story was created in which Akuto attended an academy in an unnamed alternate world. He was dominated by Fujiko and he struggled to help her take over the world.
He finished testing that possibility. Akuto was in Dresden on February 13, The Allies performed a completely meaningless bombing and he was caught in the firestorm along with Junko. He was badly injured yet did not die, but he had watch helpless as Junko died before his eyes.
Afterwards, he lived by standing in the city as a wounded soldier and begging for money from people, but he eventually died of malnutrition. That possibility ended there. Akuto was born with the mysterious power to see ghosts.
He used that power to work with a ghost version of Korone and resolve incidents related to complex human relationships. That story had no ending. Tens of thousands of stories were inspected and the testing of that possibility ended once they had all been completed.
Korea, July Members of the Bodo League were gathered from neighboring areas and killed in a cobalt mine of the former Imperial Japanese Army. They were killed because they were thought to be communists, but the league had actually been created to reeducate communists. Not only that, to increase the number of converts, people were given jobs and other incentives for naming themselves, so most of them were villagers who knew nothing of communism.
Almost none of them were actual communists who were working with North Korea. The cobalt mine was chosen in order to bury the bodies.
Akuto was killed there as one of the converts. What frightened him most before he died was that the Korean police assisting in the killing did not even know what communism was. Yoshie was reincarnated in a different world and retained her memories of her previous life as a modern person.
This was because he was unable to deny the value of finally affirming the modern. Junko ran away from home. She was a delinquent, so her family did not call the police to search for her. But as she wandered alone on the streets at night, she was abducted by a van carrying multiple thugs. They got her to tell them her situation and they were delighted to hear no one would be searching for her. They drugged her, raped her, and abandoned her in the mountains.
Either they had drugged her too much or she simply ran out of strength before finding her way out of the mountains because she died there. The body was later found, but the criminals were never arrested. A ninja arrived before Akuto, a normal boy. Junko, the ninja, was beautiful, but she had been raised in a rural area and had no knowledge of normal life.
Her arrival brought chaos to the peaceful city. He attempted tens of thousands of variations on this story, but that was not enough and he proved that he could continue doing so almost without end. For that reason, he ended the investigation. Fujiko was born as the daughter of a well-off family, but her parents loved flashy things and neglected her. Despite having plenty of money, they were oddly intent on raising her themselves.
As if it were normal, they abused Fujiko before she was old enough to understand what was happening. She had no one but her parents to rely on and she possessed no concept of god, so she continued adoring the parents who hurt her and that fact actually frightened those parents.
The actual killing was carried out by her father. He swung her by her feet and slammed her into the wall. Her skull was split open and she died. Her parents paid off a doctor who was a childhood friend to hide what had happened. A year later, her parents had completely forgotten about their daughter. He was the only boy in the entire school. The stories were developing, but the ones he created were nothing more than projections of his longing for a ridiculous world where the pleasant things would continue forever.
Most likely, he would have no choice but to call that a variation of the ultimate form of a story. In every age, people wished to interact with others who were more fortunate. On the other hand, the stories created by the extra-universal gods were intended to destroy his desires. Also, its outer surface as a story was hidden, so it was shown as if it were the truth. That too was a final shape of a story.
He had already used millennia on this, but he began to have more than just a suspicion that the stories were hiding within humans. To keep the story more flat, he prepared an infinite surface, chairs, a table, drinks, and a few fruits. Even that was enough to create a story, but it would keep the story to a minimum. People could only perceive reality as a story and they would search for the ending of that story. That ending would be the end of reality. It would also be the end of the flow of time.
The story made clear attempts to resist. The story seemed to be making attempts to survive even if it meant destroying mankind. Akuto called a guest to the space containing the infinite surface. There were few personalities that were not influenced by him and there had only been one person from whom he had been able to receive advice. I chose to transfer to this time and space because I knew this moment was coming. Akuto spoke casually and Hiroshi peered into the cup to find what had no form beyond being a liquid.
As soon as Hiroshi said that, the contents of the cup transformed into cold mineral water with bubbles inside. What resides within me right now may be the countless personalities of all existing people. So in your world, the people inside are equally given an incarnation. What I can feel is that stories are binding us. Even when I create worlds, I am only free in which story I choose and to what degree I take that story.
In the end, I want to destroy that and escape this world. I thought it would be easy when I first made up my mind. That was back when I decided to kill the gods. If you include the stories created after that, how many normal lives and how many trouble-filled lives have we lived? Also, Keena-chan and Korone-chan are still sleeping. They should last a few millennia, though. After all, we were always a poor match. You were always the more reasonable of the two of us. Without you, I can rewind time and restart the many types of stories.
You can even be there just not as the demon king. In this world — yes, even your world — everyone wants to kill the demon king. And that includes you. The Law of Identity must be killed before killing the demon king. That is the only way to resolve this.
I have his knowledge and it makes me somewhat bitter. Hiroshi reached for one of the fruits on the table. He was only able to recognize it as a peach after grabbing it.
I feel like I called you here to have you destroy everything. My responsibility extends beyond you. There are also the ghosts of former personalities.
You can thank Bouichirou for that tidbit of information. You mean the existence that makes you yourself? If you view it as if it exists, it creates a difference between ghosts and data. The black magicians did say that necromancy was incomplete. If I do that, I may be able to learn what my mistakes were and understand this world. Finally, a figure appeared beyond the horizon.
The figure flickered like a flame and its features grew more and more distinct as it approached. It was a girl. That tall body with a nice figure and long hair tied back was indeed the girl who had once dealt in conspiracy and brought a deal to Akuto. When she leaned forward as if to push Hiroshi out of the way, Akuto used his chin to point in the other direction. More importantly, sit down. I have prepared a table and chairs so we can have a long chat.
What a terrible guy! She circled around the table, placed a seat in the middle, and sat in it while folding her legs as if to show them off. Her panties were visible below her short skirt, but she seemed to be showing them off as well. All you did was obey the computer gods and attempt to raise your social status in the real world.
I was going to enjoy my life and leave a decent society to the next generation. If the destruction is so far away, what else could I do? If you and I had been reformed, Bouichirou and I would have been able to travel to the future. The people, the masses, the populace, the citizenry, or whatever you want to call them.
With this afterlife, you should have realized that you too are controlling all the fools. You thought about giving them a religion to control them. I may not have known the truth of some distant future, but you did the same thing when you were given an eternity of time. Just like you, I looked down on those who did not think for themselves.
You actually did have faith. Faith in something irrational. All of her words were convincing to him and he could only sink further down in his chair. Just like Bouichirou, he had believed in the Law of Identity. Not that you want to refer to yourself as the demon king. My prediction has been proven true, but that is simply because I based it on accurate data and experience. It is only natural that it came true.
You ignored my warning. The extra-universal gods are now invading and throwing everything into chaos. If you had, the world would have been saved.
It could have continued eternally in some other universe without changing form. Your mistake was choosing to resolve it all by killing the gods. I gave up on thinking about it back then. But I was trying to do what Keena told me when I did it.
If you obtain true satisfaction and accept death, this space will come to an end. That will cause it all to scatter. Even those of us who were reincarnated here as eternal beings with a role to play will disappear. And that includes the Law of Identity.
As soon as he said it, a black figure appeared in the chair. Everyone there could tell it were there. They looked toward it and found nothing but shadows. Not even its species could be determined. However, when one looked away, someone was definitely there. It could only be seen out of the corner of the eye, so its sex and expression could not be seen. But when one looked back, there was nothing but shadow.
After putting the unique subject matter to memory, he asked a further question to hear more. That created a story upon entering this world. The second person. I am but a voice. Not by anyone. The voice merely continues to call out without change.
It only contained an echoing voice. It was nothing a monosyllabic cry that repeated over and over. Akuto looked over and found no one. When he looked away, a red-clothed figure appeared there. It had the same odd traits as the black-clothed one. The archetypal creatures have the boundaries needed to exist, but when creatures come into contact, those boundaries are destroyed.
They devour each other. Beings resembling an amoeba, water in zero gravity, or a cloud wriggled through the emptiness in pursuit of each other. I finally found you! And despite becoming a single being, they are filled with a voice. Afterwards, there is only a being that is exposed to an unpleasant and never-ending voice.
Once he did, his voice then grew sharper. There, the beings have become one with their boundaries and possess matter. The beings there still resembled amoebae, but they had a distinct boundary around them. That boundary could be likened to a cell wall and it glittered as it reflected the light.
This time, the beings were clearly moving towards each other. They advanced through the universe choosing paths that would cause collisions. The beings collided and the one with the weaker boundary would burst. There, the beings multiply. The barriers grow and divide. It is filled with voices. The beings there also preyed on each other, but when they collided, they each split off a part of themselves which combined to produce a new being.
They were not as simple as the ones he had seen so far. They wore many different kinds of clothes and they had clear sexes. Their shadows flickered only in the corner of his vision and each and every one undoubtedly contained hundreds of millions of beings.
They all contained ghosts just like he did. The other people representing universes that he had only caught a glimpse of finally faded into nothingness. For a while, the two of them were too shocked to speak, but Bouichirou finally agreed with Akuto. Perhaps we should refer to you as god universes. If the universe really is multiple stories, then there must be countless beings like me outside of it.
You could call it their story density. Think of them as having become stories to varying degrees. The story of interference from outside the universe was centered on not perceiving the world as fictional. That was a story based on the assumption that one lived as only a single incarnation.
They merely cannot distinguish between god, mankind, and ghost. Only once you inform the higher being and create an enclosure within a single universe can you make a clear distinction between the three. That allows you to understand who it is you are inside. I want to free them from the stories. That is my wish. Originally, life should have been complete once it was created in the Anti-Gravity Universe. No matter how complex the cells grew or how complex the reflection became, the life forms would only hunt, kill, and reproduce.
That is all. There would be no sin or forgiveness there. Its story density should be fairly low. No reason is needed to kill. That would explain it. He waved his hand toward the horizon and a muscular man with dark skin walked from that distant horizon. It was Marine. He had once ruled the Republic, wielded the Formless Power, and fought Akuto.
He had not wished for it, but he had caused the destruction of the world. You killed us. But you at least had the courage to face me without fearing criticism. That is exactly why I think we hesitate to kill.
If we truly viewed ourselves as distinct, humans would have no laws outside of the biological ones. Others exist inside us as ghosts and our love for that fact leads us to avoid preying on and killing them. Reproduction and dividing must hold the advantage. The state of ghosts creates others. Pointing that out as an illusion is to cast aside the positive side. However, I can at least bring your story to an end.
He could not predict what would happen, but he knew it would lead to a final ending if it succeeded. This is something only I can do and, if you recall, killing you was my objective. And I have a feeling doing so will save this entire world. I will now reconstruct this world of the afterlife. Will allowing a high influence from the extra-universal gods and returning to before the mana civilization work?
I said our minds are infected by the virus that we call stories and someone injected that virus into us. But before I could realize this duty of mine, I needed to experience the death of my former lover as described in the prologue. I started living in this world of low story density and I essentially lost my memories. I may have needed an experience that overloaded me on the story aspect of life.
This here will likely be the final part of that collection of writings. However, it was not an easy path.
Once the story approached its end in , it required great resolve to begin writing the rest. Nothing would come to mind and I would simply sit still with a dull headache. As if an invisible ring were binding my shoulders, I was overcome by a strange uncomfortable feeling and a weight that restricted my movements. Even standing up grew difficult. The crazy ghost stays in the corner of my room and weighs down on my shoulders if I focus on it.
If I sleep or focus on something mindless, it eventually disappears, but it would otherwise press down uncomfortably on my shoulders and force me to do some light exercise. To make matters worse, the exercise had to put a great burden on me to be effective and it felt a bit like a gamble. Sometimes it would help me feel better, but sometimes it would produce enough pain in my shoulders to provide an intense urge to vomit. In other words, the lighter the material I was going to write, the more interference I would meet when I started to write it.
I must write about this lightness in more detail. It usually refers to something superficial that does not require deep thought, but in this case, it refers to being highly imaginary. First, the characters that have left their physical bodies become the protagonists. That means they are not harmed by physical impacts that would kill a normal person and they occasionally use supernatural powers.
That gives the characters deviant personalities that would be unthinkable with normal humans. When writing a story toward a happy ending, there might be unhappiness, but it all has meaning. One method of avoiding an unhappy story is to not allow the characters to age and to keep their minds unchanged. I tried writing those as a change of pace, but as the imaginative portion grew larger even if the characters are realistic, the story is still fiction , the crazy ghost would always be waiting for me as I continued writing.
This story had been written to cast aside stories and this was obvious resistance. When I thought back, I could recall various difficulties in coming this far, but those had all come about due to the story itself controlling my memories and actions. This is even true regarding book sales. People find light stories embarrassing, but it is the extremely light stories that they truly enjoy. A great number of people secretly buy light stories that fulfill their desires.
On the other hand, heavy stories are said to capture the essence of humanity and those who write them are praised and said to be intelligent. Also, even the most absurd story will be believed as the truth if it becomes the scriptures of some religion.
I thought I heard a sound from within my brain. I clearly understood how to carry out my duty. It had to be possible for the Law of Identity to access this world. The Law of Identity desired a proper ending to the story, so I would show her that the story had been eliminated. The demon king was a universal being who had constructed this world, but the self-identity needed to form a story had to have been created.
In other words, the Law of Identity had to exist as a character. Nevertheless, the demon king had not noticed her in this world. He likely assumed she would not be present because Keena was asleep. My objective could be described as having the Law of Identity and the demon king meet and I would do so via the story that rejects stories. That search would become the final story. She could be fairly intelligent, but she was stubborn and had difficulty accepting more far-fetched ideas.
I suppose I should explain who Junko is in this world. When returning the story to around the year , the demon king gave us different personalities and lives. The world was created in and we were given false memories of the past. That past made Junko a former coworker of mine. As much story density had been removed from her as possible, so she was more or less a slim and plain woman.
About a decade has passed since then, though. I told her even more. Even if she could not rationally understand it, I figured she would more or less understand if she appealed to the instincts from her memories. She sounded amused. Before my memories returned, I had consulted her about working as a novelist and writer, so this was not our first bizarre conversation. Normally, she might have thought I was crazy, but she was used to imaginary conversations. After all, accepting that would mean she was crazy too.
You can treat it as a game, but is there some common individual in both of our memories of the past? She pulled out a notebook and began flipping through the many pages held under the cover.
She found a plastic sheet with receipts, cards, and other things stuck in it and she pulled a folded piece of copy paper from it. Tabletop referred to tabletop RPGs. One would act out the role of a character in the game and tell a story like that. Essentially, it was a way of enjoying a story that was spontaneously created from nothing but conversation. Are you going to search that girl out? If you find her, tell her about me. I immediately visited the address, but I found nothing like a residence there.
I instead found a new building. His dream was always to serve the people for their better future and it is clearly indicated in the show. Furthermore, Talking about the female lead, Junko who is the Class topper and representative of the class. She comes from a very well-civilized and notable known family. Her behavior is very calm and she is like a crush of the school. After spending quality time with Akuto, Junko started to have feelings for him.
The relationship starts but there are several other obstacles too. The famous anime series, Baki has been renewed for its next season. Check out this link for more. The release date of the Demon King Daimao was 3 April Until now, the series has not been renewed by the Studio channel and it is up to Tokyo MX who is responsible for the publication and production of the episodes and series.
Moreover, The manga series of the anime also ended in There are many volumes that are left to cover in the anime series. Talking about the second installment of this show, many people are wanting to know the story of Junko and Akita. There is no particular ending and it is very hard to predict what will happen to the story. The officials have neither renewed the show nor canceled it after the first season.
There is a situation for it. Many anime series are renewed after decades. There would be no surprise for me if Demon King Daimao also gets the green light for season 2. But for now, there are no such updates and the studio is still away to say anything regarding this topic. Wanna read more about anime?
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