Yokohama's Son of God, meow!

At the age of XX, I was seriously ill and could barely get out of bed and walk.

It also happened to be at this point in time, and the title of "Warring States He Dao" in the literary world was resounding.

Because I can't get in touch with outsiders during this special period, I don't have anything to do to relieve boredom, so I asked my family to bring me the book of this recently popular author.

Strange to say.

If you want to ask me about my impressions after reading the book of that teacher He Dao, I can tell you clearly - I don't remember the content of the book at all.

It's not because of my bad memory.

Moreover, at that time, I read that book six or seven times in a row. It can be said that the degree of "attraction" is to a level that is difficult to explain with common sense.

Not just me, but everyone who picks up this book thinks so.

The works of Teacher He Dao in the Warring States Period can no longer be simply described by the adjective "widely acclaimed", they are simply "miracles" in the history of the neon literary world.

Some have even speculated that the author wrote such poppy-like addictive, magical texts through psychic powers.

From the elderly in their eighties who are already old and dim-eyed, down to the infant who can't read or write, whenever they open the book written by Mr. He Dao, they will be unable to extricate themselves as if possessed by a demon.

With more and more books published by the teacher, the person behind the pseudonym "Warring States He Dao" was also pushed to an unattainable altar by book fans.

The whole of Yokohama... no, the whole of Neon, as if controlled by a mind-controlling supernatural being, fell into the upsurge of the whole people's excessive worship of their god.

Until Mr. He Dao held his first new book release conference, the fanatical book fans who flocked to gather after witnessing the true face of this teacher—even dubbed him the "Son of Yokohama God" .

People used to call it a god, but Mr. He Dao is still a child who is not yet an adult.

And the reason why it is called "Son of God" now, I am afraid that it also contains everyone's love for this young and promising teacher.

God's child.

The teacher's empty, godless, and emotionless red eyes often calmly stare at the fanatical believers who come from all directions for thousands of miles, just to win the possibility of a handshake with his skin, just like a high-ranking The spirit, the inorganic substance, repeats the same action a hundred times a week.

Yes, skin-to-skin contact, that is, a handshake, a hundred times a week with various visitors.

……

Because of Teacher He Dao's book fans, no, the number of teachers' followers is too large, so that the first new book conference almost caused a tragic congestion and even a more serious stampede.

Fortunately, an orange-haired young man who accompanied the teacher used his gravity ability to maintain the order of the scene and evacuate the dense crowd to the sky, which did not lead to further serious consequences.

Since then, under the strong request of the number of book fans close to the whole people, Mr. He Dao will hold a book fan meeting every week, which is no longer a press conference.

And Mr. He Dao also made some regulations on the scope of candidates for the meeting——

Number of people: 100 people/week.

Repeat participation is prohibited.

When my condition stabilized and I returned to school, all the students in the class were discussing about this son of god in the literary world without exception.

The discussion about the plot and content of the book has been forcibly eliminated and cannot be reproduced. I still remember some of the teacher's personal discussion.

It's nothing more than "It's a pity, everyone can only see Teacher He Dao once in this life? Really only once in a lifetime", "My cousin said that he has scheduled a meeting for this week, and the guy showed off to me and said it again In the future, I plan to never wash the hand that has been held by Mr. Hedao for the rest of my life", "A person can skip food, but he must read Mr. Hedao's books" and other extreme personal worship to abnormal speeches.

Perhaps, these discussions of the classmates in the class didn’t make much sense to me when I stayed in the hospital, because I was just like them before, and my heart was full of a monstrosity-like cult of personality for that teacher.

But now is different from then.

I don't know why, as if I was suddenly released from the state of being manipulated by some kind of force.

I found out later that it was caused by the supernatural power that I awakened after my serious illness.

Besides, one night while recuperating in the hospital, I had a dream.

In the dream, there was a little figure from the back whose face could not be seen clearly, lying on the table full of papers and books, rustling and writing something.

At first, I didn't understand the strange situation in front of me. I only thought that I had dreams at night because I missed school, so I dreamed about the scene of elementary school students doing their homework.

Until the second day, the third day.

I kept repeating the same dream.

It wasn't until the fourth day that I realized that I was able to get a little closer to the protagonist in my dream, and gradually saw clearly the contents of his hard-written book—the other party wasn't writing "Winter/Summer Vacation" Friends or

"Happy Winter/Summer Vacation" is a nightmare (homework) in school days, but I have been writing novels all the time.

After a few more days, I gradually learned about the things that happened to the protagonist through dreams (or the abilities that matured day by day).

In the dream, the child who was almost paranoid and couldn't see his face was writing novels all day long. In order to save an important person, he went through the reincarnation of repeated attempts.

In this reincarnation of countless failures and deaths of important people, he witnessed the other party he saved with his own hands, dying in a different way than before.

Just like Hei Changzhi in my original world "Magic Circle".

Full of hope, stepping into reincarnation, trying to save or change something, but again and again can only watch his companion die, heading towards the end destined to be despair.

The same is true of the child who wrote the novel in the dream.

I can't count how many times he has returned, and every night I have many, many dreams that keep jumping.

There are probably a thousand and one dreams with this child as the protagonist.

Yes, I have seen him a thousand and one attempts, a thousand and one hopes shattered into despair.

When the child was about to go back to the past for the thousand and second time and activate his ability, a teenager who also couldn't see his face put his bandaged hand on his shoulder.

The bandaged lips parted and said something.

I can't read lips very well, so I don't quite understand the full extent of what the man said.

But it is probably conceivable that the bandage is to make the protagonist give up.

Witnessing repeated deaths...

It is like smearing black ink over and over again on a piece of paper. If the number of times is too high, not only will the nib be broken, the screen will be stained black and dirty, and even the attached paper will be penetrated one day.

Penetrate into a hollow breach.

If the obsession is too deep, too many good things will leak through this broken hole.

The boy, who was wearing a coat a few sizes too big, had a thin build and looked like a child.

But in order to comfort the younger and worse child, he said words of encouragement to look forward and hugged him.

It seems that the persuasion had an effect, but it also seemed to have an even worse counter-effect.

The protagonist who lost the important person in my dream picked up the pen and wrote a novel to help the disappeared person realize the wish in life.

keep writing...

On and on and on and on and on and on.

The dream came to an abrupt end here.

After this episode I never had any more dreams about the unfortunate child.

And shortly thereafter, I was also told by the doctor that my condition had improved.

In fact, the main reason for my illness this time was the physical discomfort caused by awakening the ability too late.

And my ability, at present, seems to be related to the dream.

Therefore, after going back to school to get in touch with others this time, I began to belatedly discover the crazy worship of the writer "Warring States He Dao" by the people around me.

Perhaps it was my sudden awakening of the power that dissipated some of the power attached to the text of the novel, allowing me to stay awake for a while from the uncontrollable worship and analyze calmly, only then did I feel that something was wrong.

Combining the current situation and my memory in the original world, I understand that the novel written by the Warring States Hedao may be of the same nature as the desperate film in "Danwanronpa".

In the anime "Danwanronpa" in my world, anyone who has watched a video called "Desperate Movie", no matter how determined their will is, will forcibly fall into despair and go to collapse, similar to a mental disorder.

For some reason, Mr. He Dao's novels also have the same effect.

——Anyone who has read the novel (text) written by him, or who listens to the content of this novel intentionally or unintentionally, will be controlled by the spirit and fall into a deep and inextricable worship of this teacher among.

Worship it as a god.

What is the purpose of that Mr. He Dao...or that child who appeared in my dream with supernatural powers to write such words?

Judging from the current situation, except for me, those who have nullified abilities, and people who have not touched a little bit of the teacher's writing, almost all people in Neon are controlled by such a small child.

On the scary side, he's a god for book lovers/believers.

As long as he gives an order, all those who have been "infected" by him will obey all his orders, sacrifice everything for him, dedicate everything for him, be loyal to him, and fulfill any wish he has, be it crazy or simple.

If he thinks... No, maybe when the words written by that child go out of Yokohama, out of neon lights, and into the world literary world, at that time, what he can infect and control will be the whole world.

He can completely use this method to create a world that turns around for him, and absorb all human beings as his believers.

……

Thinking of this, my hairs couldn't help but stand on end.

I am not worrying.

Just imagine, a child who is only so young and infected with despair a thousand and one times, no matter how kind and pure he was at the beginning, who can guarantee that his heart at this moment is still the same as before.

A piece of blank paper, not to mention the holes drawn by the brush strokes back and forth, is at least half black in my opinion.

Black out.

Definitely blacked out.

Otherwise, he would not have awakened such a terrifying ability to infect other people's thinking through words.

……

Can't let it go!

If this continues for less than a week, Neon will fall.

Within a month, the world was ruined.

So, not just for the sake of the whole world, but even just for that kid, I can't let it go.

Thinking this way, I just stepped into the house after school, and turned around in a hurry to leave.

"Where?"

The younger brother poked half of his head out from behind the computer desk, maybe he didn't understand my confusing behavior, so he asked a question casually.

I:

--"save the world!"

"?"

TBC.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-07-3022:50:42~2020-07-3123:02:42期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of rice cookers; 4 bottles of Lemon Chen;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!