Anecdotes about the novice system

Chapter 26
"I thought we were of the same type." The mysterious man trembled and his voice was very sad.

"It seems that I am lonely after all..." The mysterious man sighed, feeling indescribably lost.

"But..." The mysterious man suddenly became joyful. "If you are used as a material, it will be infinitely better than these things!"

The surrounding environment suddenly twisted, and then violently shattered.

There was a flash of iridescent light in Shi Shi's eyes, but it quickly subsided again.

She shook her head, calmly looking at the blood red eyes of the mysterious man.

The mysterious man looked at Shi closely, frowning tightly, as if he was struggling with where to start and keep his art.

Shiki suddenly raised the long knife in his hand, blocking the scalpel that arrived in front of him at some point.

Then, the long knife stabbed lightly, breaking through the mysterious man's defense and piercing his body.

The mysterious man's blood-red eyes showed pleasure, and his exquisite but uncoordinated facial features twisted into a monster-like smile.

"Ah, the evocative feeling!"

The mysterious man smiled and reached out to grab the long knife.

The blood red gradually faded from his eyes, but the crazy emotion did not leave.

He was still laughing.

"Come on, make me the most perfect, masterpiece!"

As he roared like this, his surroundings twisted, and beautiful scrolls of pictures appeared around him.

It's just that the objects of those scrolls are dead bodies.

He is in the center, smiling maniacally.

An inexplicable aura emanated from his body, and he obsessively scanned the scroll beside him.

Shishi pulled the long knife out of his body, and gently shook off the blood.

The mysterious man touched the wound on his chest with his hand. His fingers were stained with bright red liquid, and then he put it into his mouth obsessively.

"That's how it feels..." His tone sounded very happy.

"It's not enough, it's not enough..." He murmured, his slender fingers opened his wound.

"Ah..." A miserable cry with joy came out of his mouth.

"Alive..." He seemed to realize something. "Why, are you still alive?"

He looked at Shi, and said pleadingly: "One more knife, one more knife..."

Shiki ignored him and took a few steps back instead.

He looked at Shi suspiciously, and said puzzledly, "Why? You should kill me, shouldn't you?"

Shiki shook his head in disappointment, then turned around and hugged the unconscious Fujino.

The black cat lightly jumped onto Shiki's shoulders.

He left without looking back.

"Stop!" the mysterious man suddenly roared.

There was no pause, not even a short pause, but a calm walk towards the outside.

"Damn! Damn! Damn!" the mysterious man jumped angrily and cursed.

When Shiki's figure completely disappeared, the two hooligans who were suspended in the air fell to the ground.

However, the mysterious man didn't give the two gangsters a look.

He was tired from dancing and sat in a pool of blood all over the ground.

He stared blankly at the direction Shi left, the darkness blocked his sight, but he didn't care at all.

He pressed his slender fingers to his wound, then force, force, force...

There were bursts of pain from the wound, which made him obsessed.

A smile appeared on his face, and he stroked the wound with satisfaction.

Then, a silver-white scalpel appeared in his hand.

He smiled and used the scalpel in his hand to draw on the wound on his chest.

The flesh gradually deformed under the sharp scalpel, and his wound expanded little by little, forming the shape of a long knife little by little.

After the long knife appeared, he was already furious.

But he smiled happily, and his hands were still very steady and very dexterous.

The blood-red particles sank and floated again, eliminating all evidence of Shiki's existence.

Weak, he continued to draw on himself with a scalpel.

The sound of sirens came from far and near, and the sound of hurried footsteps came from the darkness.

He was still smiling and drawing, nothing could stop him.

Policemen with flashlights rushed into the dim room, the white light dispersing the darkness.

The blood pooled into a thin layer.

Under the horrified eyes of the police, the mysterious man drew the last stroke of the second knife.

The two knives were intertwined, and the intertwined place was his wound.

"It's so beautiful!" He seemed to look at the long knife on his chest with emotion, and then fell into the darkness.

…………

"What a weirdo!"

This is the comment he has received the most since he was a child, and it is also the word he has heard the most.

Because of his personality and hobbies, he is always isolated and bullied, but he doesn't care.

Even if the world is gray, I can move on.

He thought so and did it.

Until one day, a girl boldly broke into his world and brought him a beam of light.

It's just that the disappearance of that beam of light will be so fast.

It all started with a car accident.

When a speeding car knocked a person into the air and the bright red liquid spilled on the ground, forming a graffiti-like pattern, the young man became excited.

He tried to take a step forward, but no one noticed him.

He took another step forward, staring at the bright red graffiti frantically and obsessively.

When everything was over, he walked on the street, still thinking about the graffiti just now.

"I can do better!" He thought firmly.

"This kind of randomness is too far away!" He thought dissatisfiedly.

At this time, a pair of slender hands covered his eyes.

The cool feeling spread from those hands to his face, gradually suppressing his somewhat boiling blood.

"Qianjiang..." His tone seemed to be helpless, but it concealed countless joy and pampering.

"It's been guessed again!" A gentle female voice came from behind him.

The slender hand let go of him, and he suddenly felt a little lost.

But soon disappeared again.

The girl's face was close to his, and the faint fragrance spread to his nostrils.

The original smell of rust was washed away by a faint fragrance.

"Fuji-kun, what are you thinking?" The girl called Chi-chan had big eyes, and she stared at him.

"It's nothing, I'm just thinking about it, it's just an inferior work." He shook his head and replied indifferently.

"Really?" There was a teasing smile in Qianjiang's eyes, and a mischievous tone in her tone.

"Yeah." He replied calmly, nothing unusual.

"Why does Fuji-kun think about such a work?" Chi-chan asked puzzled.

"Because, I want to improve it." He replied seriously. "That kind of imperfect work is really too bad."

"Fuji-kun is really awesome!" Chi-chan admired from the bottom of her heart.

"No, I don't have the courage to go forward at all." He shook his head and said.

"Hey, Teng-kun?" A frivolous voice came from the front.

He looked up and saw the well-known team of bullies.

"It's been so long!" the light voice continued.

"I almost forgot the feeling of a fist falling on your head." The frivolous voice came, and the bullies around him laughed.

He lowered his head, ready to wait for their vent as before.

"What do you want to do?" Chi-chan's voice came from in front of him.

He raised his head in surprise, and found that Chi-chan opened her hands, her thin body standing in front of him.

"Hey, where's the eldest lady from Reion Women's College?" A flirtatious voice sounded again, and the bullies' eyes focused on Chi-chan.

He took a step forward and blocked Chi-chan behind him, blocking those lines of sight.

"Fuji-kun?" The bully's voice became dissatisfied, but he didn't mean to get out of the way.

"Tsk!" The bully stepped forward and patted his face lightly.

Then, he punched him in the face.

He was knocked to the ground and the bullies began punching and kicking him mercilessly.

Qianjiang grabbed the leader of the bullies, and the bullies had meaningful smiles on their faces.

Chi-chan was caught.

And rightfully so, they're the worst kind of scum.

"Let go of her!!!" he roared angrily, which surprised him that he could speak so loudly.

The bullies froze for a moment, then laughed.

Afterwards, they proved themselves to be hopeless scum with their actions.

He was strapped to the side and had seen it all.

The bullies left, Chi-chan silently put on his clothes and untied the rope for him.

Smiling and comforting him with tears in his eyes, comforting him with red eyes.

His gray world is being eroded by the darkest, only that ray of light embraces him.

Chi-chan didn't speak, maybe she was speechless.

He didn't speak either, maybe because he didn't dare to speak.

The two walked silently, and when they parted, Chi-chan gave him a kiss with tears in her eyes.

Later, he heard about Chi-chan's death.

When he saw Qian-chan's body, the light in his world completely disappeared.

Darkness enveloped him.

Blood-red particles gushed out of Chi-chan's body and gathered around him.

He took out his silver-white scalpel and completed his first work on Chi-chan's body.

Too simple to be his work.

[my light]

(End of this chapter)