Dragon Clan: Reboot Life
Chapter 151 1 Fate as usual?
Chapter 151 Fate as usual?
"Mingjun, go back and rest, I will take care of the rest."
The taller and thicker man grinned, holding a shovel in his big jade-like hands and prying it into the ground. He can easily handle the workload that ordinary people need more than a dozen shovels by himself.
"Kenjiro's strength is getting stronger and stronger." Akira Sakurai looked enviously at the muscular lines on Kenjiro's arms that could not be concealed by long sleeves.
Miyamoto Kenjiro put down the shovel, gestured like a Popeye, and proudly said: "This is the result of my long-term honing!"
"Cut, big guy, so ugly." The passing Ryoma curled his lips forward, holding the back of his head with his hands, and passed by boredly.
"Hey, isn't this the future principal Ryoma?" Miyamoto Kenjiro said with a smile, "Skipping class again?"
Principal Longma sneered, "I'm inspecting the future territory, what do you know?"
Miyamoto Kenjiro squinted his eyes and smiled without speaking, just looking at him so intriguingly, which made Principal Ryoma feel uncomfortable.
"Don't look at me like that, I always feel that you are secretly scolding me in your heart!" Long Mayi said angrily.
Miyamoto Kenjiro shrugged, "Be confident, I like you who are confident."
"Okay." Sakurai interrupted the two with a smile, "Don't forget to attend the party tonight, the time is coming, we have to get ready."
Hearing this, the two of them calmed down the incongruity between their brows and eyes, and there was an atmosphere called solemnity in the air. They nodded slightly at the same time. Although they didn't say anything, those calm eyes seemed to have finished their words. everything.
Akira Sakurai held the shovel in both hands, and looked at the corner of the sky above his head that hadn't changed much from the past with a little emotion.
From seeing the adults to now, the boxy sky above their heads is still the same, and many things seem to have not changed, but only they know that their fate has long been reversed invisibly.
It's only been half a year since I saw the adults, but to them, it seems like a few years, more than ten years.
Every night, they will enter a strange space after falling asleep.
It was a world without light, where the sun was not seen all year round. In the darkness, only the magnificent golden pupils lit up like burning, and there were whispers like evil ghosts whispering in the depths of the darkness.
There are countless monsters hidden in the darkness. The monsters seem to be alive or not, or dead but not dead. Most of them are made of bronze-colored bones, and their ribs are interlocked like chains.
The monster that Akira Sakurai encountered for the first time had a scarlet, ferocious face, a slender and straight nose, and a golden glare flowing from its pupils, just like a mythical tengu.
Every time they encounter monsters, they will emit screams between joy and tears from their throats, and they will pounce on them with bronze claws.
The monsters certainly don't want to give them loving hugs, they want to tear them apart and swig fresh blood.
It was only later that they found out that what was opened to them every night was the "Gate to Slay Demons".
That is the fate of the Sheqi Bajia.
Behind the door is the world of "ghosts".
All the ghosts out of control in history will be thrown into this world, and they will never escape forever, and finally completely degenerate into monsters who lose their minds.
For the past six months, they would fight the former ghost there every night to sharpen their martial arts.
"Ming-kun...you seem to be in a bit of a bad situation recently, aren't you feeling well?" Miyamoto Kenjiro asked suddenly.
Akira Sakurai was silent for a while, then raised his head and said with a smile, "It's nothing, I just had a strange dream, and I feel a little depressed."
"Dream?" Ryoma rolled his eyes and said, "Do you still have time to dream at night?"
"It's a nap." Akira Sakurai said helplessly.
During his nap recently, he had a very strange and long dream.
The most special thing about this dream is that this thing seems to be a serial drama. He has been having the same dream for several days in a row, and the development of the story is still closely connected.
In his dream, he didn't meet an adult, and after meeting a prosecutor, he got a poisonous hope. In the end, he couldn't hold back the hand that reached out to hope, and walked towards self-destruction in the utmost sublimation.
The poisonous hope ignited his blood and life. After losing his mind, he brutally defiled and killed the one he loved, and then fled all the way, killing many innocent people on the way...
In the dream, he was completely corroded by blood, turning into the appearance he feared the most.
He has been thinking about this dream recently, and he always feels that this dream is too real, and the reality makes him feel scared.
He obviously wanted to completely forget this damn dream, but he couldn't help recalling every detail of the dream.
"Nightmare?" Miyamoto Kenjiro held the shovel again, "Well, it's just a dream, don't worry about it, cheer up quickly, you are our temporary captain."
Akira Sakurai was about to say something when the principal not far away suddenly shouted to him: "Akira Sakurai, someone is looking for you."
"Sorry, I'm leaving first." Akira Sakurai put down the shovel, waved his hand, and walked quickly towards the old principal.
"Why is the principal looking for him?" Long Ma asked suspiciously.
"...It seems that it's about time." Kenjiro Miyamoto murmured, as if he remembered something.
"What's the time?" Long Ma looked back at him.
"His birthday." Miyamoto Kenjiro said calmly, his eyes fell on the man who was walking away.
For ordinary people, every birthday is a day worth celebrating.You came to the world on this day and started your life. How can you not celebrate such an important day?
Life needs a sense of ritual, and the word "birthday" itself has a full sense of ritual.
But for the students detained in this caring school, the day of their "birthday" often means the visit of law enforcement officers.
The law enforcement officers wore elegant black suits with gorgeous and hideous pictures of ghosts and gods drawn on the lining of the suits.
They are either sloppy or majestic, but it is no different for students.Whether it is a kind law enforcement officer or a dignified law enforcement officer, they will ruthlessly execute dangerous targets like them.
Because they are ghosts.
It is the existence of mistakes that are not allowed, and they are born with sins.
Long Ma was silent for a while before he said in a low tone: "What question did the law enforcer you saw last time ask you?"
"It's the same as before, will you lose control of yourself, is there any girl you like, is there anyone you hate so much that you want to kill... Oh, and asked me if I can masturbate." Miyamoto Kenjiro shrugged.
Long Ma frowned and said, "I can understand what's in front, but what is masturbation?"
Miyamoto Kenjiro raised his eyebrows slowly.
This Guan Ai College is very small, and the students in it are destined not to have access to the increasingly developed Internet age, and what they can access is allowed.
So action movies and beauty portraits do not exist.
When they are hired as janitors, some law enforcement officers will bring some special gifts to celebrate them, celebrating that they have entered a new stage of life alive.
Miyamoto Kenjiro stared at the boy in front of him, and said meaningfully: "A simple repetitive mechanical movement in pursuit of self-satisfaction."
Long Ma Yiqian's eyes were full of confusion.
……
……
Akira Sakurai returned to the bedroom tiredly.
He didn't turn on the lights, because the sudden torrential rain tonight had caused problems with the circuits in the dilapidated old campus.
He and several others who were also janitors rescued him for a long time, but they still failed.
It is worth mentioning that the enforcer who came to see him this year also joined their emergency repair team, but unfortunately it still failed. Mr. enforcer sighed regretfully, turned and left.
This year's routine inspection is no different from previous years. Every question of Mr. Law Enforcer is like a sharp scalpel. He needs to be sliced into thin slices and carefully observed with a microscope.
At the end of the inspection, Mr. Law Enforcer smiled and told him that his condition was very stable. As long as he kept going, he would be able to go out when he was 40 years old. No one would ask him through the tempered glass, and he would only visit his home once a year. , By the way, send condolences from my family.
40 years old...
It's so far away.
Who else wants to start a family with him at the age of 40?
In the original trajectory of fate, the 40-year-old Akira Sakurai has nothing to do, has never left the school in the mountains, is an old man who has not grown up in time, and a widow without relatives.
Akira Sakurai seriously fantasized about what he would look like at the age of 40.
That novel should have written at least a dozen volumes, right?
I just don't know if any readers read it...
Well, I think there are at least a few people in this world who would be willing to read his novels, such as Kenjiro and others, editor Mr. Sawa, and... the "girls" like them in the adults.
"Do you want to end the rest of your life like this?"
In the darkness, Sakurai Akira, who had just returned to the dormitory, heard a man's voice as if coming from far away.
His voice seemed so gentle and lazy, even with a bit of femininity, but his majesty was even stronger than that of a law enforcement officer.
He simply sat there in the dark, but he seemed to be sitting on a throne!
Akira Sakurai silently lit the candle.
The candlelight illuminated the dark room and illuminated the face of the man on the seat.
A face that could turn all living beings upside down, brighter and more graceful than any woman.
The man pushed a dozen potions in front of Akira Sakurai. These potions gradually changed from bright red to gloomy purple, just like the color of a rainbow cocktail.
Kazama Liuli said softly: "Someone asked me to give these things to you. If you don't want to end your life so hastily, then accept it and try to make your blood boil."
He was entrusted by a woman to come here to give this potion to her younger brother, so that the poor man who had been imprisoned all his life could make his own choice.
He felt a little bored.
Because he didn't think there would be a second ending to this trip.
Moth, who has been trapped in darkness all his life, finally has a chance to touch the light, how could he give up?
If the moth in the dark finally gets a taste of that little bit of light, it will do whatever it takes to set the whole world on fire just to warm itself.
Because he never had anything.
What does the world have to do with him?
Kazama Liuli suddenly became alert.
He suddenly discovered that there were seven heartbeats in this small room!
Sakurai Akira, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, slowly raised his head, and the golden pupils were sparkling with fine light.
Behind him, there were five people standing or sitting. This small room was full of people at some point.
There were men and women among the five people, some of them were smiling, some were looking at him vigilantly, some were half-smiling, and some were indifferent to his appearance.
The lit candles in the house flickered, outlining the shadows of six people.
They exist behind Akira Sakurai, as if they are exaggerating and heralding new blood and legends.
Akira Sakurai at the front got up and picked up the glass tube on the table. The light from the candle refracted colorfully on the tube wall. It was as magnificent as a world they had never seen before, a gem guarded by snakes overseas.
Looking at the "poisonous hope" in his dream, he felt cold physically and mentally.
It turns out that this is fate...
The trajectory of fate came as always.
It was not a dream. In another trajectory of fate, he injected colored potions into his body one by one, allowing the potions to awaken his bloodline. In the end, he was completely swallowed by the boundless black desire and turned into a fallen man. Devils in hell.
At that moment, he thought that he had entered a new world, jumped into a new class, and then deprived countless innocent lives of witnessing the light that he never had.
Really...
Ugly!
"Crack."
He crushed the glass tube expressionlessly, and the colorful cocktail liquor flowed in his palm, and finally dripped to the ground.
"Mr. Yuan, if hope is poisonous from the very beginning, then everything brought about by this hope should be wiped out!"
He turned back slowly, his voice hoarse and deep, like a horn that had been decayed for thousands of years, his burning golden pupils were like the light that moths yearn for, enough to illuminate the dark nest.
The moment he expressed his attitude, even the woman in the white dress who was the most careless among the five raised her head, her eyes with golden pupils were fierce and cold.
Such a clear-cut stand.
Kazama Ruri stared at Akira Sakurai in front of her, shocked.
He wasn't afraid of these six people, even if he did something in this small room, he was confident that he would be able to escape unscathed. What shocked him was the awareness in the eyes of these six people.
What kind of enlightenment is that, there is no fear in the eyes, and some are just indifferent to life and death, as if to say that I have finally figured it out after so many years of thinking, I am ready, if there is a need, I am always ready for someone , or something to die.
What he was really shocked and unable to understand was how could such six people be born in this prison? !
They should have been like moths inhabiting the darkness, longing for the dangerous and deadly but dazzling little light outside the prison, for this light they were even willing to ignite the rest of their lives and die in the embers of the fireworks.
A moth that has never seen light in its life will of course jump on fire. It doesn't matter if it burns others to death, it doesn't matter if it burns itself, it doesn't matter if it burns the whole world, this is the fate of moths.
But now they put life and death aside, just like the vagrants who were righteous and brave in ancient times. The vagrants wandered the world with knives in their hands.
They can die without remembrance, without scruple, or without hesitation at any time.
As long as the person who changed their lives asked them.
Who turned their lives around? !
"Nice to meet you, Yuan-jun, we have been waiting for you for a long time."
In the darkness, the man who rebelled against his fate stretched out his hand, his golden pupils were like a lamp in the dark night, illuminating the way home and the way ahead.
(End of this chapter)
"Mingjun, go back and rest, I will take care of the rest."
The taller and thicker man grinned, holding a shovel in his big jade-like hands and prying it into the ground. He can easily handle the workload that ordinary people need more than a dozen shovels by himself.
"Kenjiro's strength is getting stronger and stronger." Akira Sakurai looked enviously at the muscular lines on Kenjiro's arms that could not be concealed by long sleeves.
Miyamoto Kenjiro put down the shovel, gestured like a Popeye, and proudly said: "This is the result of my long-term honing!"
"Cut, big guy, so ugly." The passing Ryoma curled his lips forward, holding the back of his head with his hands, and passed by boredly.
"Hey, isn't this the future principal Ryoma?" Miyamoto Kenjiro said with a smile, "Skipping class again?"
Principal Longma sneered, "I'm inspecting the future territory, what do you know?"
Miyamoto Kenjiro squinted his eyes and smiled without speaking, just looking at him so intriguingly, which made Principal Ryoma feel uncomfortable.
"Don't look at me like that, I always feel that you are secretly scolding me in your heart!" Long Mayi said angrily.
Miyamoto Kenjiro shrugged, "Be confident, I like you who are confident."
"Okay." Sakurai interrupted the two with a smile, "Don't forget to attend the party tonight, the time is coming, we have to get ready."
Hearing this, the two of them calmed down the incongruity between their brows and eyes, and there was an atmosphere called solemnity in the air. They nodded slightly at the same time. Although they didn't say anything, those calm eyes seemed to have finished their words. everything.
Akira Sakurai held the shovel in both hands, and looked at the corner of the sky above his head that hadn't changed much from the past with a little emotion.
From seeing the adults to now, the boxy sky above their heads is still the same, and many things seem to have not changed, but only they know that their fate has long been reversed invisibly.
It's only been half a year since I saw the adults, but to them, it seems like a few years, more than ten years.
Every night, they will enter a strange space after falling asleep.
It was a world without light, where the sun was not seen all year round. In the darkness, only the magnificent golden pupils lit up like burning, and there were whispers like evil ghosts whispering in the depths of the darkness.
There are countless monsters hidden in the darkness. The monsters seem to be alive or not, or dead but not dead. Most of them are made of bronze-colored bones, and their ribs are interlocked like chains.
The monster that Akira Sakurai encountered for the first time had a scarlet, ferocious face, a slender and straight nose, and a golden glare flowing from its pupils, just like a mythical tengu.
Every time they encounter monsters, they will emit screams between joy and tears from their throats, and they will pounce on them with bronze claws.
The monsters certainly don't want to give them loving hugs, they want to tear them apart and swig fresh blood.
It was only later that they found out that what was opened to them every night was the "Gate to Slay Demons".
That is the fate of the Sheqi Bajia.
Behind the door is the world of "ghosts".
All the ghosts out of control in history will be thrown into this world, and they will never escape forever, and finally completely degenerate into monsters who lose their minds.
For the past six months, they would fight the former ghost there every night to sharpen their martial arts.
"Ming-kun...you seem to be in a bit of a bad situation recently, aren't you feeling well?" Miyamoto Kenjiro asked suddenly.
Akira Sakurai was silent for a while, then raised his head and said with a smile, "It's nothing, I just had a strange dream, and I feel a little depressed."
"Dream?" Ryoma rolled his eyes and said, "Do you still have time to dream at night?"
"It's a nap." Akira Sakurai said helplessly.
During his nap recently, he had a very strange and long dream.
The most special thing about this dream is that this thing seems to be a serial drama. He has been having the same dream for several days in a row, and the development of the story is still closely connected.
In his dream, he didn't meet an adult, and after meeting a prosecutor, he got a poisonous hope. In the end, he couldn't hold back the hand that reached out to hope, and walked towards self-destruction in the utmost sublimation.
The poisonous hope ignited his blood and life. After losing his mind, he brutally defiled and killed the one he loved, and then fled all the way, killing many innocent people on the way...
In the dream, he was completely corroded by blood, turning into the appearance he feared the most.
He has been thinking about this dream recently, and he always feels that this dream is too real, and the reality makes him feel scared.
He obviously wanted to completely forget this damn dream, but he couldn't help recalling every detail of the dream.
"Nightmare?" Miyamoto Kenjiro held the shovel again, "Well, it's just a dream, don't worry about it, cheer up quickly, you are our temporary captain."
Akira Sakurai was about to say something when the principal not far away suddenly shouted to him: "Akira Sakurai, someone is looking for you."
"Sorry, I'm leaving first." Akira Sakurai put down the shovel, waved his hand, and walked quickly towards the old principal.
"Why is the principal looking for him?" Long Ma asked suspiciously.
"...It seems that it's about time." Kenjiro Miyamoto murmured, as if he remembered something.
"What's the time?" Long Ma looked back at him.
"His birthday." Miyamoto Kenjiro said calmly, his eyes fell on the man who was walking away.
For ordinary people, every birthday is a day worth celebrating.You came to the world on this day and started your life. How can you not celebrate such an important day?
Life needs a sense of ritual, and the word "birthday" itself has a full sense of ritual.
But for the students detained in this caring school, the day of their "birthday" often means the visit of law enforcement officers.
The law enforcement officers wore elegant black suits with gorgeous and hideous pictures of ghosts and gods drawn on the lining of the suits.
They are either sloppy or majestic, but it is no different for students.Whether it is a kind law enforcement officer or a dignified law enforcement officer, they will ruthlessly execute dangerous targets like them.
Because they are ghosts.
It is the existence of mistakes that are not allowed, and they are born with sins.
Long Ma was silent for a while before he said in a low tone: "What question did the law enforcer you saw last time ask you?"
"It's the same as before, will you lose control of yourself, is there any girl you like, is there anyone you hate so much that you want to kill... Oh, and asked me if I can masturbate." Miyamoto Kenjiro shrugged.
Long Ma frowned and said, "I can understand what's in front, but what is masturbation?"
Miyamoto Kenjiro raised his eyebrows slowly.
This Guan Ai College is very small, and the students in it are destined not to have access to the increasingly developed Internet age, and what they can access is allowed.
So action movies and beauty portraits do not exist.
When they are hired as janitors, some law enforcement officers will bring some special gifts to celebrate them, celebrating that they have entered a new stage of life alive.
Miyamoto Kenjiro stared at the boy in front of him, and said meaningfully: "A simple repetitive mechanical movement in pursuit of self-satisfaction."
Long Ma Yiqian's eyes were full of confusion.
……
……
Akira Sakurai returned to the bedroom tiredly.
He didn't turn on the lights, because the sudden torrential rain tonight had caused problems with the circuits in the dilapidated old campus.
He and several others who were also janitors rescued him for a long time, but they still failed.
It is worth mentioning that the enforcer who came to see him this year also joined their emergency repair team, but unfortunately it still failed. Mr. enforcer sighed regretfully, turned and left.
This year's routine inspection is no different from previous years. Every question of Mr. Law Enforcer is like a sharp scalpel. He needs to be sliced into thin slices and carefully observed with a microscope.
At the end of the inspection, Mr. Law Enforcer smiled and told him that his condition was very stable. As long as he kept going, he would be able to go out when he was 40 years old. No one would ask him through the tempered glass, and he would only visit his home once a year. , By the way, send condolences from my family.
40 years old...
It's so far away.
Who else wants to start a family with him at the age of 40?
In the original trajectory of fate, the 40-year-old Akira Sakurai has nothing to do, has never left the school in the mountains, is an old man who has not grown up in time, and a widow without relatives.
Akira Sakurai seriously fantasized about what he would look like at the age of 40.
That novel should have written at least a dozen volumes, right?
I just don't know if any readers read it...
Well, I think there are at least a few people in this world who would be willing to read his novels, such as Kenjiro and others, editor Mr. Sawa, and... the "girls" like them in the adults.
"Do you want to end the rest of your life like this?"
In the darkness, Sakurai Akira, who had just returned to the dormitory, heard a man's voice as if coming from far away.
His voice seemed so gentle and lazy, even with a bit of femininity, but his majesty was even stronger than that of a law enforcement officer.
He simply sat there in the dark, but he seemed to be sitting on a throne!
Akira Sakurai silently lit the candle.
The candlelight illuminated the dark room and illuminated the face of the man on the seat.
A face that could turn all living beings upside down, brighter and more graceful than any woman.
The man pushed a dozen potions in front of Akira Sakurai. These potions gradually changed from bright red to gloomy purple, just like the color of a rainbow cocktail.
Kazama Liuli said softly: "Someone asked me to give these things to you. If you don't want to end your life so hastily, then accept it and try to make your blood boil."
He was entrusted by a woman to come here to give this potion to her younger brother, so that the poor man who had been imprisoned all his life could make his own choice.
He felt a little bored.
Because he didn't think there would be a second ending to this trip.
Moth, who has been trapped in darkness all his life, finally has a chance to touch the light, how could he give up?
If the moth in the dark finally gets a taste of that little bit of light, it will do whatever it takes to set the whole world on fire just to warm itself.
Because he never had anything.
What does the world have to do with him?
Kazama Liuli suddenly became alert.
He suddenly discovered that there were seven heartbeats in this small room!
Sakurai Akira, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, slowly raised his head, and the golden pupils were sparkling with fine light.
Behind him, there were five people standing or sitting. This small room was full of people at some point.
There were men and women among the five people, some of them were smiling, some were looking at him vigilantly, some were half-smiling, and some were indifferent to his appearance.
The lit candles in the house flickered, outlining the shadows of six people.
They exist behind Akira Sakurai, as if they are exaggerating and heralding new blood and legends.
Akira Sakurai at the front got up and picked up the glass tube on the table. The light from the candle refracted colorfully on the tube wall. It was as magnificent as a world they had never seen before, a gem guarded by snakes overseas.
Looking at the "poisonous hope" in his dream, he felt cold physically and mentally.
It turns out that this is fate...
The trajectory of fate came as always.
It was not a dream. In another trajectory of fate, he injected colored potions into his body one by one, allowing the potions to awaken his bloodline. In the end, he was completely swallowed by the boundless black desire and turned into a fallen man. Devils in hell.
At that moment, he thought that he had entered a new world, jumped into a new class, and then deprived countless innocent lives of witnessing the light that he never had.
Really...
Ugly!
"Crack."
He crushed the glass tube expressionlessly, and the colorful cocktail liquor flowed in his palm, and finally dripped to the ground.
"Mr. Yuan, if hope is poisonous from the very beginning, then everything brought about by this hope should be wiped out!"
He turned back slowly, his voice hoarse and deep, like a horn that had been decayed for thousands of years, his burning golden pupils were like the light that moths yearn for, enough to illuminate the dark nest.
The moment he expressed his attitude, even the woman in the white dress who was the most careless among the five raised her head, her eyes with golden pupils were fierce and cold.
Such a clear-cut stand.
Kazama Ruri stared at Akira Sakurai in front of her, shocked.
He wasn't afraid of these six people, even if he did something in this small room, he was confident that he would be able to escape unscathed. What shocked him was the awareness in the eyes of these six people.
What kind of enlightenment is that, there is no fear in the eyes, and some are just indifferent to life and death, as if to say that I have finally figured it out after so many years of thinking, I am ready, if there is a need, I am always ready for someone , or something to die.
What he was really shocked and unable to understand was how could such six people be born in this prison? !
They should have been like moths inhabiting the darkness, longing for the dangerous and deadly but dazzling little light outside the prison, for this light they were even willing to ignite the rest of their lives and die in the embers of the fireworks.
A moth that has never seen light in its life will of course jump on fire. It doesn't matter if it burns others to death, it doesn't matter if it burns itself, it doesn't matter if it burns the whole world, this is the fate of moths.
But now they put life and death aside, just like the vagrants who were righteous and brave in ancient times. The vagrants wandered the world with knives in their hands.
They can die without remembrance, without scruple, or without hesitation at any time.
As long as the person who changed their lives asked them.
Who turned their lives around? !
"Nice to meet you, Yuan-jun, we have been waiting for you for a long time."
In the darkness, the man who rebelled against his fate stretched out his hand, his golden pupils were like a lamp in the dark night, illuminating the way home and the way ahead.
(End of this chapter)
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