About Me Being Picked Up by Tallulah for Adoption

Facing Tallulah's question, Orson smiled wryly.

"No intention of mourning those guys at all, I'm not a saint."

"—You are different from her."

Facing Orson's answer, Tallulah said thoughtfully.

"Actually, I planned to go to that village again today with Shuang Xing, but Shuang Xing didn't agree anyway, so I suddenly got idle. Is she worried about my situation? It's unnecessary worry, I Wouldn't be crushed by this level... absolutely not."

Tallulah spoke solemnly, while Orson frowned.

The melody that had slowed down suddenly became tense again, not only that, but the [noise] hidden in it became more and more harsh.

"Miss Ta, can I ask you something?"

"what"

"Perhaps this question is a bit strange, uh... Do you have another personality, or have you ever been occupied by something?"

Orson was just asking tentatively, and he didn't expect Tallulah to give an answer.

However, Tallulah's reaction completely exceeded Orson's expectations:

"How do you know—?"

Talu stretched out his palms to point at Orson, and the scorching heat wave was ready to come out.

"Why do you know—"

The heat wave ready to go out in Tallulah's hand is not false, and the black flame in her eyes seems to swallow everything at any time.

"I don't know the specific situation...! After that incident, I suddenly felt something like [melody] in my mind, and Sister Tallulah, your melody is always accompanied by a There is an abrupt noise coming!"

Orson gave the French military salute on the spot, and he didn't know which part of the young dragon's reverse scale he touched, so he confessed first before talking.

"melody……?"

Tallulah hesitated for a moment, then stared at Orson for a few seconds.

After confirming that the guy in front of him was not hiding anything, Tallulah finally put down his palm hesitantly.

"According to your description, maybe you have awakened your Originium skill."

"Origin stone skills?

It was a very familiar name, but to Orson, who hadn't gotten any golden fingers in half a year, it was also a very unfamiliar word.

Tallulah took Orson's doubts as ignorance of Originium skills. After all, there are not many people in this world who can manipulate magical powers, not to mention a place like the northern border of Ursus.

"...Sorry, I was a little too nervous just now. I don't want to explain the 'noise' in your mouth just now. But I may help you understand and master this ability."

Tallulah didn't put on airs, she sincerely apologized to Orson, and then offered to help teach Orson how to master this power.

"Actually, the number of people with origin stone skills in the continent of Terra is not small, but most of them will not deliberately use the staff to exercise this power, but the infected people are different. They have been assimilated by the origin stone in their bodies, and they themselves are the staff. , and therefore unconsciously use the origin stone skills that originally required a medium to be released."

Tallulah took Orson back to the settlement with the fish he caught, explaining all kinds of Originium skills along the way.

"Infected... So I did get this ability after that day."

Orson looked at his palm. Although there are no symptoms of the infected person yet, the seed has been buried in his body, and he doesn't know when it will swallow him.

"Try it with this sword."

After storing the things, the two came to a forest behind the settlement. Tallulah directly handed the long sword at her waist to Orson, which shocked the latter.

"Ah? Sister Tazi, is this asking me to commit suicide...?"

"...this sword can be used as a staff."

Tallulah began to worry if she accidentally cooked part of Orson's brain.

"But this sword should be very—"

"Is it commemorative? Yes, I have some special feelings for this sword, but none of them are worth cherishing."

Tallulah handed the big sword to Orson, and after the latter took the long sword, which was slightly lighter than expected, he really felt something different.

The invisible [melody] that was originally drifting in my mind has become tangible, but for some reason, these visible melodies are extremely blurred, and I can't even see their content clearly.

"Although I can barely see the entities of these abilities, it has become more blurred..."

Orson squinted his eyes hard to try to focus artificially, but it was of no use. The only effect was that Tallulah on the side almost laughed out loud.

"Ahem... Maybe it's because your Originium skill has poor ductility, or maybe it's because you don't have enough control over this ability."

Tallulah coughed twice to turn herself into teacher mode again.

"What is certain at the moment is that you have indeed awakened your Originium skills. Next, try to conceive a circuit switch that triggers the use of Originium skills."

"Sister Ta, can we speak human language? I'm sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!?

Orson was slapped with popcorn again by Talulah.

"In short, to put it simply, it is to turn the act of 'using Originium skills' into an imaginable entity in the mind."

Talu stretched out his palm, and the scorching flame jumped out from his palm.

"If your ability is a certain kind of [melody], try to think of the switch in a similar sense."

"Then what is your switch, Sister Ta?"

While rubbing his temples with both hands, Orson asked Tallulah about her own structure for using Originium skills.

"...It's a snake."

"..."

It seemed that he had touched a minefield again, and Orson stopped the topic wisely, and turned to conceive the use switch of his Originium skills with all his strength.

After an unknown amount of time, Orson finally managed to materialize his Originium skills—those messy melodies gradually turned into a black musical score.

"I saw it. There was a black sheet of music on the stone, and it seemed... palpable."

From Tallulah's perspective, Orson stretched out his right hand into the void.But for Orson himself, he did touch the "black score" belonging to the boulder in front of him

Ka-! !

There was a loud noise, and the stone suddenly cracked, and in Orson's hand was a piece of musical score that had turned into noise.

It seems that not only that, direct application of external force will cause shattering, but if it is operated with more precision...

Orson looks towards a tree, turning the "pitch" of the black score up this time.

"Chi-boom!"

The frozen dead tree suddenly burned from the inside, but was quickly blown out by the cold wind.

Could it be said that the "black musical score" can change the physical form of the subordinate objects?

This time, Orson set his eyes on the icicles on the edge of the cliff, but before he could hear the melody, he suddenly fainted on the ground with his eyes blackened——

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"Well……"

After a brief coma, Orson opened his eyes, and saw Tallulah's fair and firm face in his field of vision, and felt a soft and warm touch from the back of his head.

It took about two seconds for Orson to understand the situation - he was lying on Tallulah's lap.

"Hey... am I dead?"

Orson, who understands the status quo, chooses to escape from the status quo.

"Don't get me wrong, you didn't die. It was my mistake just now, I didn't notice that you were overloaded. It's easy to overdraw your energy when using Originium skills for the first time. This is my negligence. And, for your previous actions, I Thank you too, Orson."

Orson—this was the first time Tallulah called her name.

Orson looked at Tallulah with mixed feelings, watching, OMO.

"...Can you stop staring at me like this?"

Tallulah was a little annoyed by Orson's constant staring, but Tallulah didn't say anything, but Orson suddenly sat up - still looking at Tallulah.

"No, I just—er, I saw a different score."

Orson looked at Tallulah, and at this time not only [black score] appeared in his eyes, but also a [white score] appeared at the same time.

"Different from the black score before, the white score."

"White?"

"Yes, pure white, without any impurities, as if it is... the soul."

Orson stared straight at the white score. He had never experienced this kind of "resonance" feeling.

"Then what is my soul like?"

Tallulah also asked Orson with some interest.

"It's tense, as if it will break at any time, and outside the score, there are black lines floating around—woo!"

Orson tried to touch the foreign object, but it bounced away as if hit by a high-voltage electric shock.

Black music scores can change physical characteristics, and those dead things only have black music scores.And the white score is alive, the existence that only those with souls will have.

Is this my ability?Like [Tuning], the ability to change objects or even souls?

Wait a minute... If I can really control the white score - no, I really can.

Just like human beings firmly believe that they can see the world with their own eyes, Orson also takes it for granted that he has the ability to "tune the soul".

"Sister Tallulah, that Elafia—I might be able to revive her."

Orson looked at Tallulah, and said this in a flat but determined tone.

"...Alina?"

Tallulah looked at Orson in surprise, this was the first time he saw Tallulah's expression like this.

"—"

Tallulah wanted to say something, but couldn't open her mouth.She just exchanged glances with Orson, and then looked away.

Like a child who got a glimmer of hope, but dared not touch and look directly at the light because of fear.On the bone-pale snow, Orson was wearing the costume of the Snow Monster Squad, sitting on the branch of a dead tree.

While swinging his legs back and forth in mid-air, he recorded something in the notebook in his hand.