The salted fish of strength supremacy

"There are no vengeful undead in this world, only unwilling humans."

Fyodor lay on the sofa and casually said such a sentence, staring at the ceiling, his voice was loose and lazy, as if he was about to fall asleep, but Ayanokōji Kiyotaka knew he was talking to himself, after all He was the only one in the room besides Fyodor.

"Are you talking about yourself?"

"Qinglong, don't make fun of me. Of course I'm not talking about myself." Fyodor clicked on the video on his mobile phone. During the panic shooting, a strange-looking person uttered a sentence that seemed to him to be stupid and excessive. After rescuing someone, he died. The eyes of the people around him were all wide open, and they couldn't even move.

Fyodor was almost amused by the video.

"It's too simple, how did they develop steadily to this point." Fyodor slid the progress bar, as if watching a joke over and over again, "full of loopholes, entangled with countless rotten roots, and riddled with holes. The city sits in its order."

"Take out a branch and the whole city will collapse."

"Don't do unnecessary things." Ayanokōji Kiyotaka sat on a chair and looked at him, "Since we can get to this point, it means that the order here is applicable to this world."

Fyodor narrowed his eyes slightly, "Isn't order such a thing fun to destroy?"

"If you want to rebuild the order, it is indeed easier to destroy it than to correct it, but it is not yet the time to correct it, and this order has not caused large-scale chaos." Ayanokōji Kiyotaka said expressionlessly, leaning on the back of the chair.

"Simple to the extreme is stupid." Fyodor's voice was very soft, with a sense of darkness, "This world is stupid, simply dividing people into good people, bad people and ordinary people, without any other measures, even Rationalization of violence, this is a world that is even more unbalanced than supernatural beings."

This kind of imbalance and chaos is mixed with sins that are sticky enough to touch, and ordinary people without any sins have become the discriminated against.

It's so out of balance.

"Compared to this, do you know what's going on with the ghost of 'Stein' circulating on the Internet now?" Kiyotaka Ayanokōji turned his chair, "Tell me."

"Are you interested?"

Fyodor sat up, his eyes were eager, as if he was excited that Ayanokōji Kiyotaka had the same interest as himself, "This is a very interesting thing, so interesting that I couldn't help but keep checking Go down, and then drag out a very boring person."

Speaking of which, Fyodor fell down again as if quite depressed, let himself sink into the sofa, and even lowered his voice by two degrees.

"A person who is so boring that you can see through it at a glance, and has no fun at all, Qinglong, who can even see through a person's madness, what a failure this person must be."

Human desires can be peeped, human nature can be exploited, and human emotions can be manipulated.

Through this man, Fyodor saw the desire of a man, a man who could find patterns, without any particularity, and even a bit of stupidity, this man was not suitable for being behind the scenes, not even for planning, But it doesn't matter, he is suitable as a chess piece.

"Speak the key."

"Yes, let's talk about the key points right away."

Satoshi Matsuya, whose personality is non-existent, is an absolute follower of Stein. He worshiped Stein crazily before his death, thinking that he is the purger of the world, who will defeat all the ugliness in the world. He believes that the world All the heroes on the list are unqualified.

A hero who needs to be paid is not qualified, a hero who does not directly save others at the cost of his own life is not qualified, and a hero who is complacent about his own reputation is not qualified.

Stein is doing something good, and those heroes deserve to die.

Therefore, after Stein's death, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, and he wanted to clear up Stein's contacts back then to make Stein's name resound in the world again.

"That's it?" Ayanokōji Kiyotaka looked at Fyodor.

"Didn't Qinglong-kun understand?" Fyodor laughed, "This man is using Stein's name to achieve himself. He has no sense of existence and personality, and his whole life has been a failure. He is neglected. In it, he's got his mind twisted, and he wants to be noticed."

He paralyzes himself with Stein's reasoning, trapping himself in the lie that he's doing the right thing.

Ayanokōji Kiyotaka certainly knows what Fyodor is talking about. In fact, no one knows the essence of this world better than him. Compared with other worlds he has been to, this world was born in distortion, grows in distortion, and is tightly bound. Next, it distorts people's thinking and judgment.

People born in this world may not be aware of it. Only people like him who come from the outside world will understand how twisted the world is.

Ayanokōji Kiyotaka looked at him, "Are you disappointed?"

"Disappointed? No, no, no, I'm not disappointed." Fyodor lay on the sofa and looked at Ayanokōji Kiyotaka, "Compared to disappointment, or I am in a state of looking forward to it now, Kiyotaka, you understand this Do you feel it?"

"In a game, the rewards and punishments have been set, the players are ready, and even the interfering party is in place, it depends on how the players choose."

……

On an autumn morning with a hint of coolness, Ayanokōji Kiyotaka closed the door and walked out of the house. He was wearing Xiongying's school uniform and walked to the school. He had just walked a few tens of meters when he heard footsteps behind him.

"Ayanokoji!"

Ayanokōji Kiyotaka turned his head, and Izuku Midoriya trotted after him in his school uniform, "Good morning!"

"Good morning, why didn't you go to school, I remember that the hero class is a little earlier than the general class." Ayanokōji Kiyotaka glanced at the time, "You will be 10 minutes late for school now."

"It's okay, we're resting today, so it's okay to go to school a little later." Izuku Midoriya smiled wryly with his hands behind his back, "Actually, today should be our internship time in the workplace, but because the Internet uploads are everywhere' Stein' undead, almost all hero firms don't have time to babysit students."

Ayanokōji Kiyotaka looked at him, "Then what should you do?"

"I don't know, it's probably training at school." Midoriya Izuku shrugged, "Ms. Aizawa was called away urgently. It seems to be to deal with these. During this period of time, other teachers will substitute for the class."

Ayanokōji Kiyotaka turned his head away, he looked at the road ahead, "It will be fine when the incident is resolved."

"Yeah, we have to wait until the incident is over, but Stein is really dead." Izuku Midoriya clutched the strap of his schoolbag, lowered his head slightly, "I saw him die with my own eyes, not just me, everyone present Seeing him stop breathing, it was impossible to revive."

"It's because they are dead that they are called undead."

"But the undead don't exist. It's only possible that the living are hurting others, so the heroes are urgently looking for the murderer." Izuku Midoriya took out his phone, "But even so, everyone is still there. Blame the heroes, who have done nothing wrong."

With his hands in his pockets, Ayanokōji Kiyotaka glanced at the sky, the morning sun was not too harsh, and there was no warmth on his body, "This is only temporary."

"But……"

"Green Valley, if you want to be a hero, you must understand from the very beginning that this is a profession."

Izuku was stunned for a moment, he stared blankly at Ayanokouji Kiyotaka in front of him, at that moment, Ayanokouji Kiyotaka with his back to the sun seemed to merge with the sky, those golden eyes were the same as the sun in the sky , with brilliant beauty, but without the slightest temperature.

"Professional hero, the focus is on the profession, not the hero. It is no different from other jobs. It is very normal to be accused of this kind of thing by the client."

At this moment, Izuku suddenly realized that his previous judgment was wrong, even to the point of unforgivable error.

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka is still the same Ayanokouji Kiyotaka, he doesn't care about most things, he doesn't have the slightest sympathy for heroes being accused, he is still indifferent, he is still the one who avoids most things, talks about wanting to make friends but doesn't care about anyone Activists.

"...I see." Midoriya Izuku lowered his head in a panic, "Well, I'm going to be late for class, so I'm leaving first."

After taking two steps like this, Izuku Midoriya suddenly stopped, and he turned his head to look at Kiyotaka Ayanokōji, with firmness in his green eyes.

"I know what Ayanokōji is thinking, but I still feel that being a hero is not just a profession, it is also a responsibility. If you are called a hero, then you should do heroic things. I believe that in this world Most people think this way!"

"One day I will prove Ayanokōji wrong!"

After speaking, Izuku Midoriya turned around and ran away, Kiyotaka Ayanokōji looked at Izuku Midoriya's back.

"What's the use of telling me, I will never be the one who believes in this."

With a ding-dong sound, Ayanokouji Kiyotaka picked up the phone and put it on his ear, "What are you doing?"

"Good morning." Fyodor's sleepy voice came from the phone, "It's nothing, I just want to say good morning to you."

Ayanokōji Kiyotaka glanced at the name displayed on the phone, and was sure it was a demon, "Are you sick, or did you have a fever? Burned your brain out?"

"..."

Fyodor slammed his head into the pillow, "Qinglong, don't you feel that being called good morning by someone specially makes you feel that you are taken seriously by others, so you are very moved?"

"I just think you're sick." Ayanokōji Kiyotaka continued to walk towards the school, blocking back his words expressionlessly as he walked.

"It's too bad, Qinglong, you are not a normal person." Fyodor sat up from the bed, "By the way, are you going to school today? If that's the case, you should be more careful, that person has sneaked in."

Ayanokōji Kiyotaka thought for a while, "Matsuya Tomo?"

"That's right." Fyodor sighed, a voice of mourning for someone.

"Most of the teachers in Xiongying High School were transferred out, so he sneaked into the hero and tried to make a big news."