Dragon Clan: Fujimaru-san is saving the world

Chapter 561 Zero Eclipse, start! ! ! ! (2-in-1)

"Come, Caesar."

"It's up to you to make the decision and become the god of this new world."

The movements in the outside world have gradually stabilized, and Odin's expression has finally changed.

He realized that the battle outside was over.

Regardless of whether those heroic spirits succeeded in awakening Fujimaru Ritsuka, he had to complete the work at hand immediately, otherwise he would have to face the attack of hundreds of heroic spirits alone.

Those heroic spirits would not hold back on him like they did on Fujimaru Ritsuka.

——After Fujimaru Ritsuka entered the alter form, he only met her once.

Although she didn't directly attack herself at that time, she just used a spiritual spirit in a bad way, which should be a dream tapir, to let herself taste the happy 72 hours that Kakashi had in front of Uchiha Itachi.

But the sense of oppression and boundless malice convinced him.

[I must be dead. 】

Therefore, the plan must succeed the first time.

At this moment, his Hall of Heroes has also allocated a large amount of combat power to deal with the hybrids, heroic spirits, and ascendants like Bazett on the periphery.

There is an unprecedented shortage of combat power.

But it doesn't matter.

I have already won.

Standing beside Caesar, Pompey gently brushed his son's curved back.

As he once said to Caesar, he knew his son better than anyone else.

He is the same as himself.

He was obviously born as a genius, but he was surrounded by even more extraordinary talents.

Suppressed by even more desperate talents, ordinary people would probably fall into despair——

But the heart of the emperor, which remains unshakable even if there is a gap in despair, is the nature given to Odin from the very beginning of his birth.

That is his [root].

And this heir who inherited his blood would not be any different from him in essence.

How much influence can the maternal blood—Gullweger’s human genes have?

Caesar was born on his side.

He is a 'dragon'.

The most important thing is that Pompey perfectly predicted all of Caesar's psychological changes.

Desire for power.

The instinct to override other beings.

love for mother.

The hatred towards Pompeii, towards his own father, and the moment of relief.

All of Caesar's mood swings were within Pompey's expectations.

That’s why he said——

【Won. 】

From an angle that Caesar could not see, Pompeii's eyes still looked relieved and tired, but within them, there was a flame that would never go out in his dark golden eyes.

desire.

The final madness before the ambition comes true.

——Can anyone else do it? ! !

If he could, he would have liked to scream loudly and dance.

No, this is not deception.

What Odin said, Pompey said.

All is reality.

He loved Caesar.

He might have liked, or had pity on, the woman named Gullweger.

There was not a single lie in what he said.

To make Caesar emperor, that was his purpose.

He doesn't care about himself, he only cares about whether his wishes can be realized.

He wanted to see a world started by his own hands be born here.

Beyond all history.

Overcoming the Black King.

A genius as disgusting as Ritsuka Fujimaru and Norton.

It was he who gave the answer.

It is you who gives the answer to the continuation of the world!

My heart and my actions are as clear as a clear mirror, and everything I do is—

selfish desires.

Caesar was a test subject created using fragments of Odin's soul and blood.

The moment the memory entered Caesar's body, they were indistinguishable.

You are me, my dear child.

The madness in his mind bared its teeth, but in reality, he could only suppress his trembling mood, lifted the needle, slowly raised it to Caesar's forearm, and then - handed it to him.

"I have done a lot of things that I am sorry for you." Pompeo was still typing.

Like he once said.

He has gradually forgotten who he is.

Maybe Pompeii Gattuso, no, Odin and Herzog are really different races, but symmetrical individuals.

A moment?

No, for a longer, longer period of time, they played their predetermined roles, but because of this, they gave birth to 'hypocritical' feelings.

hypocritical?

No, who knows, maybe deceiving yourself is an art, and the highest achievement of this art is that even the original self has been forgotten.

Gradually, gradually, perhaps even they themselves are not aware of it.

I really have feelings for those 'props'.

Even humans can fall in love with characters in virtual games and movies, but Odin has real contact with humans for a long time.

Contempt, rejection, until now.

He couldn't figure himself out either.

But he was convinced that even now, his feelings for Caesar were real.

Fatherly love?

I don’t know, I don’t understand, and I can’t explain that concept in language.

but.

It would be great if it were you, Caesar. If it were you, you would be able to inherit my ideals.

Your success, for me - is my victory!

We are inherently connected.

"You may have gotten answers to the things I did to you, and you may not be able to forgive me yet, but those have nothing to do with now."

"Do you still remember - the family motto of the Gattuso family?"

"Make the right decision at the right time."

Caesar took the syringe blankly and just stared at it blankly. In a daze, he quickly involved his messy thoughts and asked.

"What about Nono? If this plan comes true, what will happen to Nono?"

"It won't happen." Odin said casually, "I know you can't bear to sacrifice others, so I deliberately let Chen Motong grow up to this point. She can filter those truths and survive. Maybe her head and body will suffer some damage." Damage, but not endanger his life."

Of course.

This question is also within Odin's expectation.

Everything, Caesar, everything you fear is within my expectations.

No one knows you better than me.

No one knows everything you care about better than me.

The partner's life is protected.

Already, nothing can stop you.

Isn't it?

Seeing this, Pompeii held Caesar's arm with one hand to prevent him from escaping, and covered the back of Caesar's hand with the other hand, pushing the unresisting hand to ensure that the fragile needle could directly penetrate the mixed blood. kind of skin.

The warmth coming from the back of my hand.

A vague whisper in the ear.

A long, high-pitched cry.

The naturally good hearing provided by Kamitachi was completely unable to be reflected in Caesar Gattuso's mind at this moment.

Because his brain has been flooded with too much information.

There's no reason to refuse, right?

Your decision didn't hurt anyone, right?

The welfare of everyone, as long as you become the king, you will definitely shoulder the mission of keeping this world alive.

If you are willing to do this, you should also be able to do so.

Fluorescence falls from top to bottom.

The shadow of the needle is long, narrow and slender, casting a dark shadow.

Caesar stared blankly at the long and narrow piece of black, his mind almost at a standstill.

My heart is so noisy.

Boom, boom, boom.

It was as if there were heavy bells and drums reverberating in my ears.

The vision begins to darken.

Everything starts to disappear.

And abrupt.

He recalled some forgotten memories.

That doesn't exist in Odin's memory.

It was the conversation between myself and Fujimaru Ritsuka.

[Speaking of which, what is Caesar’s dream? 】

--ha?

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It should have been a sunny noon. The reason why I say it should be because Caesar was soaking in the training building, so he couldn't see the scenery outside.

During those days, he continued to fight with Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang, training each other. In the wheel battle just now, he was the first to lose, and he was recovering his strength beside him. By coincidence, Fujimaru Li Xiang just finished his morning exercise and came here to visit.

So Lu Mingfei, who was fighting at the moment, felt a little uncomfortable. After all, he missed the opportunity to chat with Fujimaru Ritsuka and was glancing here from time to time without paying attention.

Fujimaru Ritsuka's sudden and abrupt question surprised Caesar, and the girl waved her hand in a friendly manner.

"Ah~ that's it, well, how should I put it, that, Caesar, haven't you always wanted to try to defeat me?"

"No, no, no, that's not to say I'm against it. Rather, I quite appreciate this idea. After all, I've basically had the idea of relaxing when faced with opponents who were too far behind." Fujimaru Ritsuka said with a haha. .

"However, although this sentence is strange from me, the objective gap between me and everyone is quite big. Can you see it, Caesar? I am just curious, and you still want to defeat me. What is the reason for such persistence?”

At that time, how did you answer?

Yes, why?

Neither did Caesar.

It has been said more than once that Caesar is very fond of his own 'self-esteem'. It can even be said that he is a man who lives for dignity.

But why?

Gattuso’s educational philosophy?

Is it because of the pride and confidence built up since childhood? Can't you accept your own failure?

No, that kind of thing was completely shattered during the volleyball match. I even went to accept Professor Toyama after that, didn't I know it in my heart?

Then why?

Why should I persist?

There seems to be only one answer left.

[Because I am a descendant of Odin]

Because he was born to be an emperor.

This is a curse that runs in the blood.

Is it really?

The images in his mind kept passing by, and Caesar was aimlessly browsing the corridors of life, trying to find the answer.

Parents, parents.

For some reason, after realizing that 'I developed my current personality because of Odin and my father', I felt extremely irritated.

He was obviously raped by his mother——

Mother?

At that moment, Caesar's body froze.

【Caesar. 】

Vaguely, he seemed to hear her voice.

That memory has long been forgotten.

However, because Odin passed the memory from his "perspective" to Caesar, Caesar, who was observing himself as a third party, remembered the scene of that day through a chain reaction.

That should be one of the few memories I have with my mother.

The fragments that settled down in the deep sea of my memory were gently picked up.

When he came back to his senses, the dim stone cave was no longer in Caesar's eyes. The vague calling in his ears gradually became longer, and the next moment, what he smelled was the pure fragrance close at hand.

That is unlike any other corner of memory.

Wearing a white chiffon straight skirt, the woman's golden hair has no trace of perm or dyeing. Lying in the sun, it seems like a rippling golden lake with only a faint fragrance.

The woman was different from everyone in the Gattuso family. She didn't even look like Pompeii or the grown-up Caesar.

She was as quiet as Yamato Nadeshiko who was passionate about flower arranging and tea art. Her makeup was plain and she didn't even apply bright red on her lips. If there was anything beautiful about that woman, perhaps it was her clear eyes that flowed like a clear spring and were as clear as an empty mountain.

That was the mother in Caesar's memory. Surprisingly, she didn't look like an Italian or a passionate Oceanus. Instead, she looked like the stereotypical good Japanese woman.

Only then did Caesar realize that maybe it was for this reason that he was looking forward to a Japanese wedding.

That day probably wasn't at Gattuso's station, because in my memory the sunshine that day was very warm, and you could still smell the gentleness of the warm sun when it shone on your body. If it was that cold family, the young Caesar would have been unable to help but cry. Make a fuss.

Being held by his mother, the young Caesar stared blankly at his mother's gentle chin with half-closed eyes, as if he was about to fall asleep.

In Caesar's memory, his mother was always perfect and gentle.

Even the fairy tales my mother told me over and over again before I fell asleep were so refreshing.

But Caesar at that age was completely unable to understand——

Why didn't he and his mother spend the holidays at Gattuso's station?

Why is it that as the wife of the head of the Gattuso family, my mother doesn't even have a personal maid to accompany her.

She is just a caged bird who has lost her freedom.

A woman who can't even hear her voice but has to raise a burden like herself alone.

Why.

Will I be able to realize this problem when my mother is around?

【Caesar. 】

[You have to grow up to be a strong child. After all, when you cry in the future, I may not be able to stay with you anymore, mom. You are not in good health]

The mother's voice was unclear, after all, it was a forgotten memory.

[Mom has no talents and no wealth to leave to you]

The memory pictures rippled like water waves and gradually disintegrated, but only the mother's face was covered by white light, as blurry as a veil.

In reality, Caesar's eyes were focused on the reflected black line.

The needle is about to be inserted into the blood vessel of the forearm.

[So, I don’t have the right to say anything more about your lifestyle, but, um, so. This should be regarded as an expectation and blessing. 】

【Caesar. 】

【You must live proudly and freely. 】

Snapped.

At that moment, the drum beat hit the ground.

And the shadow reflected in Caesar's eyes was broken.

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