Vel's words echoed in a corner of my memory.
　It spread with increasing volume and clarity, "It's the private wings of laziness," he said. I jumped up into the skies above Rashausen with my black wings at my back - and I was in the air.

　Vel was half lazy from the beginning. It's not that I had forgotten, I hadn't noticed. I should have known.....
　Vel was always bored. He hated petty issues but liked to talk about petty issues, he was tolerant of anything other than me being swallowed up by the abyss, and he was always languid. He liked to slack off.
　He was just like me. No wonder. He was half my body.

"....Hidaka-kun?

　Ichijou wondered at the light green waves that leaked out of my body. It's not wild like the red-black waves of existence, it's mature. Maybe it's because of the similarity in coloration, but it reminds me of the first time I used healing magic.

-- ''With the mastery of magic 《Initialization (Reset)》, I have acquired the title 《Manager》''

　In my head, I heard an announcement for the first time in a long time. For the first time in a long time, I displayed the status and checked the effects of the magic I had obtained. The explanation column only said, "Initialize (reset) for all things. It's unclear what point in time the "everything" and the "initial" in initialization indicate.
　Reset - the first thing I remember when I hear that is the initialization of a game or something's save data. If you don't like it or get stuck, you can reset it and start the story from scratch again.

From scratch again...

　Adams asked me what the otherworldly syndrome, the essential meaning of my longing for another world, was. It seems to me that that's what this reset is all about.
　Actually, I think I knew that.
　I wanted to restart my life. I would have to reset my life once, but that's not how life works.
　At least for me at that moment, suicide could be a reset. I reset that crappy life by jumping off the roof of the school building. As I was falling, I may have had an otherworldly fantasy in my head to ease my fears. I had a morbid belief in other worlds.

　--Otherworld Syndrome is a reset.

''With this, we can make everything that has ever happened to us go away...''

　Sierra, Sufilia, Nem, and Toa ... will be back. We can go back to those good days and start all over again.

'I trust you, King of the Abyss, to me.

　Then the observer suddenly gouged out both of his eyes. I offered it to him to take it.

'That's freaky, what the hell,'

This is called the Vision of Observation. Each one of them demonstrates the ability of the observer, and the observer has two of them.

　Apparently, both of Romero's eyes are the same as this one. The observer has observed the world with these eyes.

'Such a thing for Hidaka-kun...' said Ichijo, looking unhappy. ''So what are you going to do, you're going to give such a thing to a human and then tell me to become an observer and continue to watch the world from now on, a world with only these demons!

'This is none of your business, Ichijo Yukimura. You are going to die sooner or later. You are very close to the abyss, but it is not an abyss. It's just a dragon vein that's under the protection of the unknowable. You won't live in the same time as the king of the abyss.

　What happens to me after I get these two eyes, gain power and officially become an observer? Do I shut myself away in a hidden room and continue to watch the world as if I were enlightened, knowing all about it...?

That's true, Romero. This is not sublime. It's like a loser. A loser's becoming....

　Romero said in sympathy.

'The observer also has a similar aspect to you. We have been defeated in the past. We have retreated to a hidden room. The observer lives with it in his or her mind, and cannot get out of it, unless he or she uses it to die.

　The moment he received the eyeballs, the observer disappeared as white sand, as if he had done his job. It seemed as if these two eyeballs were all that the observer had to offer. He had nothing left to say at the end.
　Romero said sadly.

'Observing, observing the day after day, observing to the point where one's senses are diminished without noticing the passage of time, taking an interest, and yet not getting involved, but only observing incessantly. That is what an observer does.

　Romero used to be an observer, too. I can't imagine what an observation made in that grand time would have been like, because I can only think like a human, so I can't imagine what it would have been like. It must have been infinite. It must have been painful.
　At the very least, Romero says, he wants to feel time, and he chooses to look like a baby so that he doesn't lose that feeling.
　I guess I have to feel sorry for Romero. I can't see it that way because when I look at it in conjunction with myself, I can't help but think that it's ultimately my own attitude that brought it on, even if the content is different.

As long as he had a conscious mind, it must have been a matter of his own choice.

You're right, sir.

　When I looked at the description section of the eyeball from my status possession, it indicated that I could look into everything in the world.
　But status is a lazy thing. I know. It defines it, but it contains your perception and is a by-the-book rule.
　You need to think for yourself what it is and decide for yourself.

You observers don't see the world, I see that now.

"Your Majesty...

　Romero doesn't have the words to overrule. But he still wants to deny it. He's also emotional that he should at least deny himself in the face of the death of someone he is forced to acknowledge as a fellow human being.
　I'll show him the eyeballs of an observer.

'This isn't seeing the world at all, this guy only saw what he himself wanted to see, assuming the world was what he wanted to see. He hates humans, he's uncomfortable, he hates them, beastmen and demons alike... it's all just self-righteousness. It's prejudice. It's unique and yet you try to call it the truth of the world... this is a rotten eye.

"Your Majesty, your eyes are not willing.

　Romero's words are spot on. This is just an item now.

Your eyes see too much.

'That's not true,' I assured him. 'You didn't even see yourself, this is rather blind, you're blind.

　The eyes of the observer in the palm of my hand reflected my own eyes looking down.
　Yes, that's me.....
　This eye is rotten, but my eye is also rotten.
　Since when, since when did the observer think I was seeing the world through such a rotten lens?

' ... because I'm holed up in a cloistered room, so that's what happens.

　I, too, was holed up in a hidden room.

The stupidity that lurks on the sidelines, that's what you observers are. You are perpetrators, victims, spectators and bystanders, and you are the ones who perceive it from a closed mental space.

"Your Majesty, we the observers...

That's self-righteousness. It's hypocritical enlightenment. The insidiousness of looking down from above or down, pretending to be a know-it-all with interest, pretending not to know. A spirituality as depressing as a cellar. A loser who puts his ego in a cramped room, as if it were dense and mossy, and justifies even his escapist actions. There is nothing inside, as empty as a cicada's shell.

　The days of the past two years can be summed up in one word - escape.
　Ichijo was right, I was on the run. But that's just as sloppy and vague an expression as gut feelings. The world is crumbling, so it doesn't matter if you're standing up to it or not. The rest is a matter of complacency. The bearer of the eye of the typhoon has changed. There is no more wind for humans.

"Do we choose our observers?" asks Ichijo.

"...I don't know. It's just that I was already an observer. It was something like that. And after these two years, I've become a complete observer.

'Your Majesty, let us speak only of the facts,' said Romero. 'The observer should rather have been the remedy for humanity. I have broken with him, but in the first place the observer was watching over life.

You haven't done anything, that's the truth.

　He checked his palm eye again. This will be the eye from now on to enter the hidden room. That's what the observer says....

I'm going to turn this thing around. "That's right, I'll flip this guy around and he'll be able to see a little better, even if he's blind.

　Romero didn't even show irritation at my sarcasm. At least it wasn't in vain, there was no vain. I'd like to deny that. But that doesn't mean I don't understand what I'm saying. In fact, I should have understood it all along, convincingly.
　I gave one of my eyeballs a quick reversal prank.

　I couldn't get the words out as it appeared in front of me.

　I couldn't help but laugh in exasperation, and I couldn't help but smile in dismay. The smile trembled as it intensified. The more I shuddered, the more I laughed, the more I sat down on the clouds.
　Romero seemed to find it hard to believe it in front of him, "Silly....

'Hidaka, do you know what this is?'

　You couldn't have known.

It's a mirror of the world.