I'm not a hero, but I didn't say I couldn't beat you.

"So what does whole life mean?"

"Can you please stop worrying about this!!!!"

It's a pity that the thing that Ful expected that would allow the Slate Man to sleep until he arrived safely at the camp didn't exist at all.

When it says to take a nap, it really means just take a nap!

He woke up about three hours later. When he woke up, Fu'er, who was driving seriously, was startled again, and the car almost turned over.

I want to scare dad to death!

But the good news is that the radar is back online. Although Slateman doesn't know where his detection ability comes from, anyway, it has a wider range of detection capabilities than the micro radar mounted on the car.

This actually makes Ful'er's next journey a lot safer. At least he can avoid the large troops blocking the road in advance, and avoid being delayed by the gang of water-praying shadows who can't kill him due to conflicts. time.

The bad news is...

This radar is a little noisy.

"Hey! What's your name! Since I'm called Slate Man now, what's your name? I can't keep calling you "Hey."

"…………"

"Don't not answer me! I will go on strike!"

"…………"

Big head, where did this containment object for chatterbox tuberculosis come from?

But there is no other way. This radar is really useful. For the safety of my own journey, it should be fine if I just have a few words...

Maybe……

"Hey...my name is Fu'er."

"Oh, okay Fu'e."

"It's Fuer!"

"Your human names are so difficult to pronounce!"

"You have the nerve to accuse me! Your full name now is [Louisiana Slate Man], try pronouncing it yourself."

"Louisiana Slate Man, it's easy to pronounce."

"........."

He now wonders if this hanging thing is teasing him. But looking at the silly look of the other villain, it doesn't look like him.

Forget it, just think this guy is stupid after sleeping for too long.

The little man stretched, then floated from the stone slab to the front of the car, curiously looking at the scenery ahead.

"Oh, why has the world become like this?"

"How did I know? I just came here as a temporary worker."

Fu'er shrugged, saying that he was just a tool without emotions and didn't know anything.

"Is there anyone alive in this world?"

"If you are asking if there are any people, you will see hundreds of people like me in front of you. If you are asking about the aboriginal people of this world, then there are probably none. According to our side Exploration, the only moving things in this world are the monsters you saw before. We call it the Shadow of Prayer for Water."

"Shadow of Prayer for Water? A strange name."

The slate man scratched his head, looked in front of him, then turned to look at Fu'er and asked.

"By the way, where are we going?"

"Back to camp."

"What are you doing back at camp?"

"What am I going to do if I don't go back to the camp? Am I waiting to be caught and barbecued by the Shadow Praying for Water?"

Fu'er twitched the corner of his mouth and replied with a little pain.

"And I also want to ask you, why are those ghosts chasing you? Is there something about you that attracts them?"

"Huh? Am I attracting them? I thought they were after you."

"Then, should I dig up their ancestral graves or kill their wives? Hundreds and hundreds of them are chasing me. What do I have to chase? Those guys are all here for you, but their instinct is to chase Water source, is it because you are rich in water?"

Fu'er recalled the waterspout summoned by the other party a few hours ago, and felt that his guess was more reliable.

After listening to Ful's description, the Slate Man seemed to immediately think that if the other party wanted to be safe, he should just throw him aside and escape alone would be the best plan. He also thought about what if he, who was completely incapable of action, fell into that group of people. I couldn't help but shudder at what would happen to me at the hands of the monster. He had no choice but to put on a pitiful look, pointing at his two-headed little body, and said pitifully to Ful.

"Is...is that so...Then you must protect me! Look at my small body, if I get slapped by them, I will be dead. I...I am very useful! I can help You fight monsters! I can also help you with the investigation! So don’t leave me here!”

It can be seen that the slate man is really afraid of being alone? In other words, a board was left to fend for itself in the wilderness.

"You... aren't your true body, right... aren't your true bodies that stone slab?"

"Yes..."

Seeing the other person's sudden realization, Fu Er really wondered if this guy was really a fool.

That's it? Can it also be considered a Class A contained object?

Anyone can fool this guy into confusion!

"Okay, okay, stop looking at me with that pitiful look, making me look like some heinous villain."

Fu'er waved his hand and then said.

"I won't leave you here. My mission is to transport you back safely, and I don't want to fail the entire mission on my first job. If you weren't so good at pulling monsters, I would There is no need to act separately from the large army!"

"Ah? Is that so? I'm really sorry."

The slate man said a little embarrassed.

"Forget it, this doesn't seem to be your fault. But is it true that the contained objects are also so easy to talk to?"

Although Sylvia had never discussed the subject of contained objects with her before, she said that basically most of the conscious contained objects were not easy to get along with. Your ability to take advantage of them comes with a price. In comparison, those unconscious containment objects are more convenient to use.

Just follow the rules.

"Containment object? What is that?"

"You don't know? Oh, I almost forgot, you just woke up not long ago. Let me think about it, how should I explain..."

Fu'er was a little confused. In the past, he was the one asking questions, but now he has become the one giving answers to others. The change in identity is really difficult for me to adapt to.

"For us, to put it simply, a contained object is something with [special power]. To put it more complexly, it has [distortion], an index that distorts the world, and controls [miracles] and [disasters] Items of power. Look at you, aren’t you in this category?”

"Then why call it a contained object? Wouldn't it be better to just call it a twisted object or something like that?"

The slate man asked with some confusion.

"Because you are a threat to ordinary people, you must be contained and controlled."

Fu'er was thinking of ways to explain, but the slate man believed it directly, nodding his head and listening very seriously.

Then, he said as if he suddenly remembered something.

"Is that so... It seems quite dangerous if a being like me is used casually by ordinary people. Wait! What do you mean..."