I Steal Everything in the Second Dimension

"Takoyaki, oden, fried noodles, banana chocolate, there are a lot to eat, but there seems to be a lot of queues." Ai Wen looked at the stalls on both sides, and said as he walked.

"Well, yes, there are a lot of people queuing up, and there are not so many people in Nadeko's school." Qianshi Nadeko kept looking at both sides.

"We're looking for an event with not many people." Aiwen took her and quickly passed through the figures.

As it goes deeper, the flow of people gradually decreases. There are live portraits, restaurants, maid cafes and haunted houses in the environment.

"Thousand stones, gods."

Hearing someone calling them, Ai Wen and Ai Wen looked at the source of the sound, and Nadeko Qianshi looked surprised: "Brother Li, and sister Kanbara, you are also here."

"God..." Hanekawa Tsubasa on the side heard Aliangliang Muli's words, looked at the two opposite people carefully, thoughtful, as if he understood something.

"This is our school, of course we are here." Suruga Kanbara responded to Nadeko Sengoku's words.

"Sister Qianshi, do you want to try our haunted house?" Tsubasa Yukawa showed a gentle smile to the two of them.

Chapter 321 Should be able to look forward to it a little bit

"Haunted house..." Nadeko Sengoku hugged Ivan's hand and tightened it a bit.

"I'm sorry." Ai Wen looked at Tsubasa Yukawa, and gave a slight salute, "Nadeko and I still prefer some relaxing and entertaining activities."

"That's it." Hanekawa Tsubasa pinched his chin, "There are activities prepared by the third grade nearby, and they are all easy activities."

"It's not because the other third graders are preparing for the exam and don't care about such things." A Liangliang Muli complained.

Ai Wen didn't care too much, just smiled: "Then, let's leave for now. I haven't seen other places yet, so it's rare to come here."

"Well, do you need me to lead the way?" Hanekawa Tsubasa responded.

"Thank you for your kindness, but they seem to need you very much now." Ivan pointed to the messy haunted house over there.

"Let's meet again when we have a chance." Aiwen waved his hand and left with Nadeko Sengoku.

"It's really different and weird." Hanekawa Tsubasa quietly watched them leave.

Then he called Araragi Li to organize the guests who lined up.

.....

As time passed, the sky gradually turned golden, and the cultural festival came to an end.

At this time, the two of Ai Wen had already returned home, but due to the work of Nadeko Sengoku's parents, there was no one there.

After regaining his sense of presence, Ai Wen originally thought it would be troublesome, but when he went back last night, he tried to get in touch with the hidden sense of presence.

In the end, he unexpectedly discovered that the sense of existence can be controlled, and this hidden power seems to have been acquired by him.

"dudu~"

On the table in the room, Nadeko Sengoku's cell phone rang suddenly, but she didn't intend to move at all.

Seeing this, Ai Wen raised his hand and sucked it into his hand. Looking at the phone, he immediately remembered that Nadeko Sengoku needed to add the phone number of the responsible editor after he successfully submitted the manga.

But Nadeko Sengoku didn't have a mobile phone or a computer, and she bought a mobile phone with her responsibility later, but fortunately, she finally signed the contract smoothly.

"Hey."

Aiwen looked at the call from the editor in charge, and connected it.

Soon a voice of a mature big sister came from the phone: "Hello, I am the editor of Teacher Qianshi, may I ask who you are?"

"Hello, I'm Nadeko's manager." Ivan responded.

"It turns out that you are Teacher Qianshi's manager. Last time you asked her to sign the contract alone. It was too irresponsible."

Hearing the accusation from the editor on the opposite side, Aiwen was a little helpless. Last time, he was always by Nadeshiko's side, but others couldn't see it.

This kind of reason must not be said, and the other side will not believe it if you tell it.

"I'm sorry, last time due to some special reasons, I had to let Nadeshiko come first." Aiwen replied.

"Next time, don't let a child as young as Qianshi meet a stranger alone, it's too dangerous."

The editor of Qianshi knew that the agent who could be Qianshi was either a relative or a friend, and she bought the phone number along with her, and now it was the agent who connected, which made her more sure, so she didn't say much.

"It's almost time to submit the manuscript. May I ask Mr. Qianshi how the weird daily life of me and God is going?"

Aiwen cast his eyes on Nadeko Sengoku who was painting on the table, and subconsciously asked about the progress of the manuscript.

Sengoku Nadeko heard the voice in her head and responded directly, the pen in her hand did not stop for a moment.

Ai Wen, who received a response, continued: "Miss Editor, Nadeko has finished drawing the second volume, and now it seems to be drawing some extra stories."

"Volume Two!!"

"what!!"

"This is too exaggerated!"

Suddenly, several shocked voices came from the phone.

In the literary agency, the responsible editor gave her colleagues a blank look, and then suppressed the shock in her heart and continued: "Excuse me sir, may I ask Mr. Qianshi that the second volume has been completed, is this true?"

"Yeah." Aiwen responded, in fact, he was also surprised when he saw Nadeko Sengoku's painting speed for the first time.

"This is really an astonishing speed." The editor exclaimed, "It seems that I don't have to worry about Teacher Qianshi handing in the manuscript."

"By the way, my name is Sakata Yuki, please don't call me Miss Editor." Sakata said.

"Okay, Miss Sakata." Ivan paused and continued, "My name is Shenming, just call me Shenming."

"God?" Sakata Yuki had a strange look in his eyes.Then the prototype of this comic...

Originally, in her understanding, she thought that the gods in the comics were conceived by Qianshi, but now it seems... this has a prototype.

"Hey?"

Aiwen's voice on the phone brought her back to her senses.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Sakata Yuki said quickly: "Since Mr. Qianshi has finished it, I can rest assured. See you next time when the manuscript is due."

"Well." Ivan was about to hang up the phone.

"Also! Don't let her come alone." Sakata Yuki added.

After talking, she hung up the phone. At this time, the environment around her was already noisy.

It's all editors and their manga writers.

And the group of comic writers on the other end of the phone really looked bitter. What's going on? Isn't it a few days before the manuscript is delivered?Why did you find trouble as soon as you came here.

Sakata Yuxi looked at their appearance of urging the manuscript, and immediately felt refreshed, and sipped the coffee carefully.

"I feel that today's coffee is much better than usual." Sakata Yuki smiled.

Before, I felt that Ms. Qianshi was very talented, but I didn't expect it to reach such a point. Usually, it takes nine submissions to get almost one volume.

...

After finishing the conversation, Aiwen put the phone back. There was only the sound of Nadeko Sengoku painting in the room, and there was no other sound.

In this quiet and leisurely environment, he unconsciously began to think about the next thing.

He has been in this world for several days. In addition to the daily hand of God, he has also gained the ability to control his own existence and a lot of faith. Now he is getting stronger almost every moment.

At this moment, he himself didn't know how strong he had become, and he could release it with all his strength after returning to the system world.

"When Nadeko starts her vacation, she should almost enter the timeline of the pseudomonogatari series, but the plot has almost nothing to do with Nadeshiko."

Aiwen sat on the bed, thought about how to participate for a few minutes, and then gave up. Anyway, the task is no longer necessary for him, and the task is only one of the channels for him to become stronger.

Ding!The system is updating....

"???" Ivan was stunned, this was the first time this happened.

Then he tried to use the system storage compartment and found that it was still usable, so he didn't care much.

"You should be able to look forward to it a little bit..." Ivan said softly.

The current system is only an intermediary for God's Hand skills and a storage for items. The system's presence was low in the first place, but now it is even more marginalized...

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Chapter 322 Shrine Rebirth

The next day, Aiwen's life did not change because of the system update, and he lay down and absorbed the power of faith as always.

I thought that today would be a little different from usual, but he obviously thought too much, what to do or what to do, it can be seen that the sense of existence of the system is too low.

"Shhhh~"

The sound of Nadeko Sengoku's rapid drawing can be heard throughout the room.

Aiwen glanced at Nadeko Sengoku who was working hard on painting, and suddenly felt that he had changed a lot. He used to work hard like that, but he didn't know when he relaxed.

"What a headache, what to do with so many thoughts, aren't you asking for trouble?"

Ai Wen rubbed his temples, although he thought so, but then disappeared into the room directly.

.....

Aiwen was flying aimlessly at low altitude, and for some reason, he landed on a mountain unknowingly.

He had the impression that this mountain was the place where he accompanied Nadeshiko last time, in the territory of the North White Snake Shrine.

Standing in front of this shrine, Aiwen still has a familiar feeling.

"This shrine, according to the original book, was originally an ordinary shrine, and there was no such thing as a spiritual cyclone."

"Afterwards, because the king of weirdness, Shinobu, came to this town, some changes took place in the shrine, attracting some negative things, creating a cyclone, and also producing spiritual energy."

Aiwen thought for a moment, then turned his gaze to the sigil on the shrine, "This is what seals spiritual power."

In any case, he would not be wrong about this sense of familiarity.

After Aiwen remembered the shrine in front of him, he closed his eyes, and his memory shuttled back and forth with the appearance of the shrine at a high speed, and countless scenes were regressing.

The surrounding environment has gradually become fixed 500 years ago, in a desolate place with only a small dilapidated village.