[Comprehensive] The daily life of the god of fire

This is the original life of Vulcan, and it is also the daily life he once wanted to return to.In daily life, he would not have anything to do with Fu Sangshen, nor would he have anything to do with these dangerous elements of the Mafia—it should have been like this.However, now he only felt empty in his heart and began to be at a loss.

"This is your original life, a stable daily life."

A voice sounded out of nowhere in Vulcan's mind.

"It shouldn't be like this." He said like a raving.

"Why not?"

the voice asked back.

"This is not what I want." Vulcan curled up into a ball, buried his head between his knees, and his voice was insincere.

"Then what do you want?"

"Is it those fusangshen? The lifespan of human beings is but a blink of an eye to them. They will soon forget you and look for the next family. Aren't the gods all a bunch of indifferent guys?"

"Or, those mafias who use clever lies as one of their weapons? Didn't you see it just now? They will use lies to weave the shape of friendship, family affection, and even love. The essence is just a moldy rag That's all."

"So, Zetian, was he lying to me from the beginning?"

Vulcan seems to have received quite a shock.Just now the other party's flawless smile lingered in his mind, and he began to subconsciously follow the other party's words.

"Yes. But you have always trusted him unconditionally."

It was obvious that the summer heat had just faded away, but his heart was falling like a fallen leaf in the beginning of autumn.

Are those things... pretended too?

If so, then Zetian is really not easy.Vulcan raised the corners of his mouth mockingly.

"You've been kept in the dark."

That voice was as ethereal as smoke, lingering around Vulcan, as if trying to devour him completely.

"Pitiful."

Vulcan raised his head suddenly, deep red flames danced in the depths of his eyes.

"...I'm not pitiful!" The flame was about to leap out of his eyes, Vulcan said firmly.

After all, he saw it with his own eyes, and he almost fell for the other party because of his anger.And the last sentence just happened to lift off the black cloth that was blinding his eyes.

That tone is not caring and pity, but a kind of contempt from above.

Vulcan instantly understood that he might be in an illusion constructed by others.

"...Galan, I really don't understand what you're going to do." Vulcan stood up, changed his downcast look, and said to the air.

"If you really like to see me in despair, you should show me the picture of the two of us falling into meat paste."

The air fluctuated slightly.

Then, a person appeared out of nowhere on Vulcan's bed.

"It's really hard work for you to create such a big scene with all your heart."

Vulcan said sarcastically.

"In terms of being unforgiving, my elder brother is more and more similar to Peng Gelie's group of guys." Galan held his face, and there were no scars on his body that were just beaten by Skylark.

From the very beginning, they had been under Garan's illusion.

"Shouldn't my big brother thank me, this is the normal life you dream of."

Vulcan shook his head: "This is just 'what you think'. Don't judge other people's lives, Jialan."

"I'm just kind." Galan pursed her lips aggrievedly.

"You just think it's fun." Vulcan sighed, walked straight to him and sat down. "Do you hate me?"

"Very well." Jia Lan replied with a smile.

"Can I ask why?"

Jialan thought for a while, and began to count with his fingers: "There are too many, I don't know where to start for a while. By the way, my brother, do you know the Amerai family? However, someone like you who has been walking I definitely don’t know in the light. Even a family as old as Peng Lie probably has never heard of such an unknown small family.”

Vulcan didn't interrupt him, just sat there quietly and listened.

"A small unknown family, in order to continue the glory of the group, can do anything. Including - giving away his own son as a gift to please a powerful family, and the reason is only because of blood."

Jia Lan's voice suddenly cooled down, like a thousand miles of frozen snowfield, which made people feel chilling.

"People have never been able to choose their own bloodlines. Because no matter how much they imitate, the impurity and filth still flow in their bones. The impure bloodlines directly deprive human rights. Just like livestock, life or death are determined by Others will decide."

"So." He paused, with a strange light in his eyes, "From the day I was sent away, I made up my mind. I will control my own life and death, and at the same time, the life and death of others will also be determined by me. .”

Vulcan frowned and didn't speak.

His life is too ordinary, so he can't empathize with what Jia Lan has experienced.But regarding what Jia Lan said, he sincerely felt that there was a place in his heart that was blocked.

"Did my elder brother think I'm too arrogant?" Jialan saw the information hidden under his expression, and laughed a few times, "Yes, after all, Amelai still can't get rid of the fate of destruction in the end, and With his ally Estoraneo. I began to realize how unreliable the human heart is."

"Bundled with each other because of interests, and parted ways because of interests."

"Afterwards, I met the retrograde army." His eyes flickered with morbid excitement, "You know, I have never seen such a beautiful and powerful creature. Although they can't speak, it is really difficult to communicate, but But very obedient."

"...But, aren't you a god judge?" Isn't the duty of a god judge to fight with Fu Sangshen against the retrograde army who tried to falsify history?Vulcan couldn't help but interrupt him.

"Ah, that's because I made a deal with the Government of Time. I told them that I have a way to control the retrograde army. The group of guys who can only deal with paperwork and their brains are so rusted that they can't function are happy Gave me a Honmaru."

"...you deceived them." Vulcan's tone was mixed with faint anger.

"No, I'm just telling the truth. It's the group of guys who can't turn their brains around that misinterpreted my meaning without authorization."

Garan spread his hands nonchalantly.

"You obviously don't need swords, so why did you take in An Ding and Dark Falling Tsurumaru in the first place?"

"That's because...it's too boring." Garan sighed, and Vulcan couldn't help but start to wonder how much of the other party's words were true and how much was false. In any case, the false elements should account for the majority.

"Although I like the retrograde army very much, they really can't communicate and can only roar indiscriminately. Although they won't betray, they won't have that kind of thought. The battle is only won by numbers, and their strength is lacklustre."

"Sure enough, it's impossible to find a perfect subordinate." He regretted.

"So, at that time, I happened to pick up An Ding. Later, I met Tsurumaru who was hunted down, and I took him back."

"But you abandoned them in the end."

Vulcan reprimanded coldly.

"Huh?" A sternness flashed in Jia Lan's eyes, and he couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth, "Don't get me wrong, they abandoned me first."

"They yearn for the spiritual power on the knife tent, and thus pin their feelings on you, big brother. Don't misunderstand the emotions projected by those artifacts, big brother."

"It's obviously you who will make a mistake." Vulcan didn't want to leave any room for the other party at all, and he was already a little angry.

"Owning a human form, followed by their unique human emotions that they have never experienced. Even if it is a kind of projection, there is nothing wrong with it. If you don't treat them as human beings, you will naturally feel that their injuries can be cured Either way, it’s all a matter of course.”

The smoldering anger between his eyebrows made his forked eyebrows look even more fierce.

"You have clearly experienced a shit-like experience yourself, but you forced it on Fu Sangshen."

"Jalan...you are as immature as a child who is arguing and making you speechless."

Vulcan dissected the other party mercilessly to blood.

Jia Lan was taken aback for a moment, he never thought that his grand blueprint would be criticized for nothing by the red-haired man in front of him.

The relaxed expression on his face was a little unstoppable, he stared for a long time before he couldn't help but lower his head and sneer.

"Ha, hahahaha, only my elder brother dares to talk to me like that."

His laughter stopped abruptly, and his eyes were cold: "As expected, I still hate you the most."

Jialan waved his hand casually, and Qingguang's body suddenly appeared in Jialan's hands.He drew his sword out of its sheath and handed it back to Vulcan.

"Brother, do you know the way to pay the Sangshen's dark fall?"

He suddenly asked a question without beginning or end.

Vulcan was still immersed in the joy of regaining Qingguang, and he couldn't hear Jialan's question very clearly.

"What did you just say..."

"It's the Lord Killer." Jia Lan smiled slightly, and immediately charged towards the sharp knife point without hesitation.Warm blood sprayed Vulcan's hand at that time.

"... Ha, are you that unwilling to get his hands dirty?" The knife pierced his heart accurately, so every time he said a word, Jialan would spit out a big mouthful of blood.

He was as angry as a gossamer, but still had an inscrutable smile on his face.He quietly watched the brown-haired man who broke the barrier of his illusion, the other's eyes had turned into blinding gold, and he put his hand on Vulcan's hand.

"Mr. Pengoile's desire to protect is really creepy." His breathing gradually began to come in and out, and Jialan held on to the last bit of strength, showing a surly smile to Vulcan who was so shocked that he froze in place.

"Being targeted by this kind of person, big brother...it's really pitiful."

As soon as he finished speaking, his hand fell down like a broken tree branch.

"...Zawada, I..." Vulcan looked at the blood on his hands in disbelief, with a rare look of helplessness in his eyes.He was flustered, like a child lost at a crossroads.

The clear sound of the knife piercing the flesh still echoed in his ears.

"Vulcan Lord, calm down." The flame on his forehead was extinguished, and Tsuna took off his coat, and carefully wiped the blood from the other party's hands.Once the illusionist dies, the illusion will be dispelled naturally.

Vulcan returned to the room, and the walls and windows that had been destroyed by Lark were intact.

"...Yes, I killed it..." Vulcan has not been able to slow down until now, his eyes have been looking back and forth between the other party's body and his own hand, and he can't stop muttering.

"It was me." Tsunaki denied categorically, "I killed Garan Amerai."

His hands were already dirty, and it didn't matter how dirty they were.

But Vulcan is different from him.

"No, it's not Zetian you..." Vulcan was obviously incoherent, he didn't know what to say.

"Calm down Vulcan Lord! Take a deep breath, take a deep breath."

Under Tsuna's patient guidance, Vulcan gradually regained his composure.The blood on his hands had been wiped away, only the slight smell of blood and the bruises left between the nails showed that all this was not a nightmare.

"feelling better?"

The hand that was helping Shunki behind him stopped, Tsunakichi looked at Kagami with blank eyes worriedly.

"Well, I'm sorry." Vulcan closed his eyes in some pain, and responded muffledly.The fishy smell that permeated the air and the gradually cold and stiff Garan on the ground all showed that he personally sent Qingguang's body into the opponent's heart.

"How should I deal with this?" For ordinary people who have never experienced death, the impact of the picture in front of them is too great.Right now, Tsunaji only wanted to transport Garan's body out of Vulcan's sight as soon as possible.

"Zhe has already brought the cleaners over."

Skylark's cold voice rang in his ears, and then Vulcan felt a cold object pressed against his cheek.

"Have you forgotten what I taught you before?" Skylark threw the bottle of mineral water to Vulcan, "Calm down."

"...Yes, yes." Vulcan's hands holding the mineral water bottle were still trembling slightly, but they were much better than before.

Soon, Vulcan had met several times before, and the man who had been following Skylark had the same exaggerated hairstyle as before, and walked in with several men in full armor and masks.Dressed as cleaners, they neatly put Jia Lan's body into a black bag, and then packed it into the huge suitcase they brought.

"Then, excuse me."

Before leaving, they did not forget to clean up the blood that splashed on the carpet.

"Zhe, you go down with them." Skylark said.

"Yes, Mr. Gong."

"Vulcan Lord, do you want to wash your hands first?"

Tsuna looked at Vulcan who had been sitting by the bed silently since just now, and couldn't help asking.

"Ah, um, okay." Vulcan nodded as if waking up from a dream.The moment he stood up, the feeling of top-heavy made him almost sit back down again.After stabilizing his body, he walked slowly towards the bathroom, and then locked the door behind his back.

Turning on the faucet, Vulcan put his hands under the gurgling water and scrubbed them repeatedly.Whether it was between the fingers or the nails, he carefully washed it several times inside and out, until the skin began to show signs of redness, and he was able to stop.

"Vulcan Lord, are you okay?" Gangji's voice came from outside the door.

"...I'm fine." Putting his hands on the sink, Vulcan quietly looked at his emaciated appearance reflected in the mirror.Then, flames lit up in front of his eyes, licking his hair and eyes, and the last remaining ashes were blood on his hands.

Vulcan suddenly became sober, he frantically turned on the faucet and washed his hands desperately.It seems that the sticky and slippery touch still stays in every corner of my skin, and I can't forget it for a long time.

"Vulcan Lord..."

"I'll be right out, Sawada."

Vulcan tried to make his voice sound as easy as possible.

"... Lord Vulcan, calm down behind the door and listen to me."

Hearing the other party's tone, Vulcan suddenly had a bad feeling.

However, the other party's next euphemistic words further confirmed this premonition.

"Mr. California looks... a bit strange."

Vulcan opened the door all at once, and he stumbled towards the knife whose blade was still stained with blood.

Qing Guang was standing there quietly, and at some point on his face from the other side, a black pattern appeared, extending from the neck to the forehead like crazy weeds.There was no light in the pomegranate-colored red eyes, and the gloomy blood in the eyes was lingering in the inextricable darkness.

It's dark.

What Garan said before suddenly popped up in Vulcan's mind.

"...Qing Guang." Vulcan called him tentatively.

Qing Guang didn't respond to him, but just glanced at him with cold and indifferent eyes.Vulcan has never been looked at by Qingguang with such eyes, just that one glance is like entering an ice cellar, his limbs and bones seem to be frozen and trapped by the ice.

"...Zawada." Vulcan bent down and picked up the two swords and one gun on the bed, "I want to go back to Honmaru."

Gang Ji looked at him, and the other party also looked at him squarely.

"Okay, I'll accompany you."

The author has something to say:

27 After all, he has been floating in the inner world for a long time, so Vulcan should be like a blank sheet of paper in his eyes.

I don't want him to get dirty or anything, the only one who gets dirty is myself.

27 In fact, I already know my feelings, but I still can't decide whether it belongs to friendship or...?