Reborn Japan as the group leader

The original so-called personal reality can be understood as the realization of imagination.

Combining one's own brain with one's own knowledge system, three views, and abnormal cognition of the world itself intentionally or unintentionally, through a kind of imagination deep in the subconscious, constructs a unique belief that belongs only to oneself.

In the microcosmic world of one's own unique beliefs, one or more of the billions of possibilities are extracted, set as inevitable, and then this belief is embedded in the real world to cause various abnormal phenomena.

In other words, superpowers can be understood as a combination of quantum theory and idealism, using a person's unique belief in himself as a key to open the original pure real world.

To put it simply, everyone knows that one plus one equals two, but in my world, one plus one equals three!

And within a certain range centered on me, other people must accept this result compulsively!

But when it comes to this, Iori thinks of a different kind in the photon world - the protagonist, Fantasy Killer.

Can it be understood that Fantasy Killer is someone who can not accept the result that one plus one equals three within this range?

And the name, Fantasy Killer, speaks to the ability to completely refrain from everything that one thinks is unreal.

But the ability to distort the real world through personal reality is indeed unrealistic in itself.

But if it is changed to another system, such as the ninjutsu of Hinata World, can this kind of thing be erased by Fantasy Killer?

If that's the case, can I hang up the protagonist at that time, drip wax on it, whip him with a whip, and then snatch Miss Pao over?

Thinking of this, Iori wanted to slap himself. I just said that I like Yu Jie, how could I have such thoughts about Pao Jie, a 14-year-old girl?

Then after taking a sip of wine, Iori seemed to have a sudden epiphany. Is it possible that he doesn't like Yujie, but just likes beautiful and attractive ones?

"Hey, Kitahara!" Seeing Iori's dazed expression changing, Nojima called out, "What are you doing? Drink!"

"Ah? Oh!" Iori reacted, picked up the bottle and touched Nojima, simmered the rest of the jar in one gulp, and opened another jar.

"Eh?" Iori suddenly realized that someone was missing, "Where did that guy Yamamoto go?"

"I went to the toilet..." Nojima replied, "But it's been a long time since I said it..."

With a sound of "crash", the door was pulled open, and Yamamoto walked in with a distraught face, as if walking dead.

"Damn, what's going on?" Iori asked holding a beer.

"Fell into the pit?" Geng Ping also asked.

"I said, Beiyuan..." Yamamoto's voice was full of vicissitudes.

"What's wrong?" Iori asked casually.

"I..." Yamamoto took out his mobile phone and handed it to Iori, "I met an angel..."

"Angel?" Iori took the phone and looked at it, it was a photo.

A beautiful woman with long hair and shawl leaned her arms on the railing on the roadside above the beach and looked at the sea under the night.

A face that feels very gentle at first glance, matched with a hot body, standing quietly by the roadside.

There seems to be a world in her eyes, shining with attractive brilliance like stars all over the sky, people can't help but want to get closer...

"Pfft..." Iori spit out the beer in his mouth, "Isn't this sister Nanahua?"

"Oh? What a beautiful woman!" Nojima approached and said.

"Where did you see it?" Fujiwara approached and asked.

"Holy shit, so you're here!" Yamamoto was taken aback, "I just went out to sober up, and I saw it by chance on the side of the road."

"Wow, you are lucky to see such a super beauty!" Mitarai also came over.

"The moment I saw her, I had an idea!" Yamamoto held the phone in front of his eyes, "I want to fall in love with her!"

"Impossible thing..." Mitarai waved his hand.

"You don't deserve him at all!" Nojima took a sip of his wine, "You're not in the same dimension at all, okay?"

"I know! I know! But..." Yamamoto looked unwilling, "If you can't fall in love, at least ask her to have a baby with me!"

"Did you forget to bring this guy's brain back?" Iori turned her head and asked.

"Has he ever had that kind of thing?" Nojima asked back.

"I feel that getting to know him really makes me regret..." Mitarai said.

"It's good to be like him, there shouldn't be any worries..." Geng Ping looked thoughtful.

"Are you frankly able to comfort people?" Yamamoto raised his head and said, then turned his head and left.

"Hey! Why are you going?" Iori asked.

"Catch the last train? Is it still early?" Geng Ping said.

"I'll go find her!" Yamamoto put on his coat and walked out.

"What are you going to do?" Yizhi looked terrified, "Don't be overthinking it!"

"That's right, your thoughts are very dangerous, and it is very likely that you will spend the rest of your life in prison!" Gengping reminded, "What do you want to do?"

"Do you still need to ask?" Yamamoto turned his head slightly, "Of course I took off my clothes and knelt down to beg her to be my girlfriend!"

"Fuck, kneeling is the basic posture of your confession?" Iori asked with a complicated face.

"Suddenly I really want to know your past love experience!" Geng Ping said with a complicated face.

"I'll be a man of my own when I come back!" Yamamoto tied a strip of white cloth around his head and walked out of the room.

"..." The people inside looked at the back of Yamamoto leaving with complicated expressions, as if offering him the most sincere blessings from the bottom of their hearts.

"Fifty thousand!" Iori turned her head and said, "5 minutes!"

"Twenty thousand!" Gengping picked up the bottle and took a sip, "8 minutes!"

"Thirty thousand!" Nojima rolled his eyes, "It will take him 10 minutes to complete this set of operations..."

"Ten thousand!" Mitarai lowered his head and thought for a while, "According to this set of operations, you may be taken away by the police... Why does it take half an hour?"

3 minutes later……

With a "crash", the sliding door opened, and everyone turned their heads to look.

Yamamoto was naked, only wearing a pair of plaid underwear, and the elastic belt on his waist was torn off, and the fat on his stomach was still trembling as he walked in.

Holding his coat in his left hand, wiping tears on his face with his right hand, his hair is messy, and there are some things like grass and leaves mixed in his hair.