Chapter 450 Self-Dividing Logic
The sky is absent. The earth is absent. Yet something still supports their steps—a structure unseen, formed by arguments battling over a love that requires no proof.
Fitran walks slowly. Sounds echo from all directions. He feels an unavoidable vibration, a sincere love, unbound by logic and claims—a love that exists only in experience.
(The tension in the air resembles a thin membrane, wrapping each step like an invisible fine thread. He senses how every echoing choir brings his community closer to the boundary between logic and emotion, a place where love and the awakening of feelings compete for hearts, dwelling in uncertainty yet preserving the beauty of feelings beyond all proof.)
"If this statement is false, then it is true—love does not depend on proof." "If everything is proven, then nothing is absolute—love flows unconditionally." "If you love her, why doesn't she love you back—must love be proven?" "If she doesn't love you, why don't you stop—a true love demands no reciprocation."
(Is love an art or a science? That question becomes like a shadow that never fades, haunting every second of silence. They realize that even in the coldest logic, an unexpected smile and a gentle touch can break arguments—there are spices of sincerity enveloping every interaction.)
Glyphs flutter. They are not static. They attack each other, like hopes meeting reality. Like wild beasts raised in a closed system—and now have no direction but to kill each other, yet behind all that, love remains, unaffected by chaos.
Beelzebub stands still, her eyes squinting, holding the secret of her love that needs no proof.
(In that tension, she feels the pulse of an unavoidable anticipation. Among every glyph that shatters, she contemplates—does sincere love require proof, or can it exist amidst this war? A love full of hope, unconditional, or merely an illusion of crumbling logic?)
"This is no longer a Labyrinth," she whispers. "This is a system that... begins to hate itself, trying to prove something that need not be proven."
Walls begin to form from incantations. Yet those walls immediately collapse under their own antonyms:
Love saves ←→ Love need not be sought