Yokohama's Son of God, meow!

"Ah, Senior XXX!"

I was walking on the road and ran out when I suddenly felt someone calling my name behind me.

Looking back, a girl with her pink hair pinned into a proud braid with a red cross hairpin, with her bag in her backhand, stood coolly and greeted me.

"Good afternoon, Sister Naisen."

I turned the toe of my shoe and faced her, nodding and smiling back at her.

Ri Naisen's full name is Ri Naisenya Meng, and she is a girl who was in my first grade.

Although there is no awakening ability, but a guardian spirit with a magic system, it can be regarded as the kind of person who is between ordinary people and supernatural beings, and between special and non-special.

"Is the senior also going to attend the meeting of Mr. He Dao?"

The pink-haired girl quickened her pace to catch up, and beside her shoulders, three miniature red, green, and blue primary-color figures floated and poked their heads out.

"Well," I scratched my face, and answered Ri Naisen's question, "I guess."

At the same time, he raised his hand to the three guardian egg elves and said hello: "Xiaolan, Maggie, Xiaosi, you are also good."

"Hello! Mr. XX~"

The lively red villain waved the cheerleading ball held in both hands, and it fluttered an inch diagonally upwards.

The blue child who looks like a boy narrowed his eyes and looked me up and down carefully as before: "Every time I see you, I still feel very strange. You are obviously not a guardian or a child. Why can you see us?" ?”

"Because it's an idiot, right?" Xiaolan raised the ball and interjected from the side.

"Oh, as expected, that's the only way to explain it." Maggie nodded, expressing her agreement.

Me: "Hey..."

Think about me here...

The slightly shy diced man in a green lace dress huddled behind a lock of Rinasen's hair, poked his head out and waved to me as a greeting.

"Oh? Didn't senior make a reservation in advance?"

Hearing that I only thought of classmate Hinasen who went to see today's meeting on a whim, she blinked her honey-colored eyes in surprise.

"Yameng finally got the last admission ticket for this week a whole month earlier!"

"Well, well, it's not easy."

"It's not easy."

Her three elf repeaters nodded aside to supplement the master.

As you can see, Hinasen, like the other infected people, is one of the millions of fanatical book fans in the Warring States Hedao.

Seeing the huge red hearts popping out of my friend's pupils when he mentioned that evil writer, I felt a little mixed in my heart.

To be honest, it's the first time I've seen Nai Senya, who is usually cool and hot and worshiped by elementary school students in the lower grades, look so obsessed.

He must have never lost control of his expression when facing the blond-haired crush who was not a prince but a king.

The supernatural power of Warring States He Dao is really terrifying.

Thinking of this, I tentatively opened my mouth, interrupting the sage state of classmate Naisen and her three small groups.

"Hey, Sister Hinasen," I asked, "what if you find out that someone you admire is actually a big villain with evil abilities and plotting against the world?"

To my surprise, Rinasen was taken aback for a moment, and then curiously asked a question that I never expected.

"Who is the world?"

"Why do you want to plot against her?"

……

As the saying goes, love makes people blind, and love makes people stupid.

The same goes for excessive worship.

In the end, no matter what kind of express or hint I gave, I said that Mr. Hedao probably obtained such a high personal influence in society through abnormal means, and said that there may be a big conspiracy behind it, she Still, he rushed into the venue of the meeting without hesitation.

It even left me alone outside the line of guards, strong men in black suits.

I paid the ticket by myself and ran away.

The boat of friendship is overturned.

I stared awkwardly at rows of strong men with black sunglasses: "..."

Poor and helpless.

The plan to break in was a failure.

In this world, I am just an ordinary 12-year-old boy, unable to fight in the street one-on-one with a group of security guards who are as strong as a bear (it looks so mafia-like).

Just as I was about to carry out Plan B, using unskilled abilities to pull all the guys who blocked me into a forced dream, I noticed that my right shoulder was suddenly touched by someone approaching from behind.

The light band with the text flashed in my peripheral vision, but my supernatural ability didn't work.

Um?strangeness?

I was about to turn around to make sure that the person who touched me was a classmate I knew well, when I saw the black suit who was looking at me with a fierce expression on his face, "what are you looking at, kid" and "if you find fault, I will beat you" They collectively shook their faces and changed their faces.

And then I turned around.

It was found that a teenager in a three-piece suit appeared behind him.

The oversized black coat was only casually draped over the shoulders, looking dangerously about to slip to the ground at any time.

She has soft black hair, and her neck and arms are wrapped with standard bandages for the second disease in bulk. She has a young face, and a pair of iris-colored eyes are like stars, which are extraordinarily beautiful and eye-catching.

For some reason, although I have never seen the face in front of me, I always feel a sense of strange familiarity.

Those in black suits who stood outside the venue to frighten off people like me who tried to invade without a ticket, after seeing the young man in front of them, their attitudes seemed to have undergone a 180-degree change immediately, and they became respectful all of a sudden.

One of them even tried to bow and say something, but was suffocated by a "hush" from the young man's index finger lightly touching his lips, and stopped again, and abruptly swallowed back the greeting that was about to come out.

I always feel that the scene is a little subtle for a while.

Of course I'm not stupid, I can see at a glance that this young man who suddenly appeared may have a lot of background.

Even the mighty and domineering black suit should respect him three points.

In this situation, the first thought that popped up was to turn around and run.

But I didn't expect that strange bandaged boy had already predicted my next move, and moved his body casually to the side, cutting off the retreat route I was planning to leave to the left.

"This little classmate, is it convenient to take up some time?"

The person with a bad aura around me squinted and smiled at me, and once again lightly blocked my way to retreat to the right.

I:"……"

That day, after all, I still failed to save the world.

However, the world was not damaged or destroyed by the imaginary enemy Sengoku Hedao in my mind after all.

I tried to invade the book fan meeting illegally and sabotage the scene that day, but I was stopped by the bandaged boy who noticed my plan, but nothing happened.

Evicted from the scene by the man after being asked to "take a moment".

Immediately, he turned his head and recognized that the person in front of him was one of the protagonists who also appeared in the dream, whose face could not be seen but the bandages.

That is to say, is this person in front of you... a friend of that Warring States Hedao teacher?

Thinking of this, I began to speak out my previous guess, and after confirming that he was indeed in a conscious state like me, I asked the other party why he didn't speak out to stop his friend.

Unexpectedly, the owner of the pair of beautiful iris-colored eyes in front of me just turned her face away calmly, as if she was staring at me or not at anything, and said a word of unknown meaning:

"—No matter what happened, Yuanyi has always been a gentle and good boy."

"Yuanyi?"

I repeated the unfamiliar name suspiciously, and was about to ask something more, when a man in a black suit who I had just met hurried over and told me that there was a bandage on the other side of the venue. What happened.

The black-haired boy just nodded when he heard the explanation, and then smiled at me inexplicably, then left me who was confused and followed the people back.

I always feel that his last smile is full of threats, as if the words "Please don't try to make trouble after I'm gone" are clearly hung on his face and alert me.

I don't know if this person is worried that I will go to disrupt the situation again, or if he has already guessed that I will not let it go, obediently obediently went back home like this, and in the end he called a 1.6-meter-tall, [-]-meter-[-] macho man to escort him forcibly I go home.

It is euphemistically called "It is not safe for children to walk at night, and they cannot be left alone."

When I saw the small fighter jet standing nearby, I didn't even dare to think about it.

I've seen this orange hair before.

Just that time, at the new book conference where Mr. He Dao almost caused a big event for the first time—it was this person who was too crazy, lost his mind, and disrupted the scene. A ruthless man who goes to the sky and stands shoulder to shoulder with the sun.

Until I was escorted home by this ruthless man who couldn't be bothered, I was still thinking about the last few words that bandaged boy turned back to me before leaving.

"The world will not be destroyed, boy."

"Go home honestly and get a good night's sleep. This farce will soon come to an end."

……

The sky is blue, the clouds are moving, and the shadows of the trees are swaggering.

Today's Yokohama is as peaceful and peaceful as ever.

As said on the day of the bandage, the farce about He Knife quickly came to an end.

At that time, the night I was sent home by Mr. Hat, I received a call from Junior Hinasen who was depressed.

She made a sincere apology for leaving me behind, and then started talking about the bad things that happened to her over there.

At that time, Rinasen sat in front of Teacher He Dao as he wished, and shook hands with the other party as he wished.

Just when Rinasen was about to take out the book he was carrying and asked the original author to sign the inside page, the small figure on the seat suddenly stopped all movements, turned his head, and leaned towards Huiyi to listen to his words A man in a black suit said something.

And then, abruptly, under the bewildered stare of SpongeBob SquarePants under the bewildered stare of SpongeBob SquarePants and the long line of protests at the back, the handshake meeting was temporarily terminated...

"It's really strange, why did it stop without reason when it came to me?"

The girl's muffled voice came along the phone line.

The voice is very low, and one can tell that it is hiding under the quilt and talking quietly to the adults.

I suppressed my voice and let out a sleepy yawn that the other party couldn't hear, and casually glanced at the clock on the desk.

Since it was very late now, I didn't think too much about it or take it too seriously. I just comforted the other person casually, hung up the phone after the two said goodnight, and rolled into bed in a daze.

I curled myself up into a maggot skillfully under the comfortable quilt, recalled what happened at night, opened my eyes and faced the ceiling and blinked slowly.

Although the purpose of my rushing to the meeting place this time is to disrupt the termination meeting and have a good communication with the mysterious Mr. Hedao—that is, to launch a wave of animations that the male protagonist often uses to persuade the villain. Mouth.

I want to persuade that novelist to give up on the city and continue to use abilities in this way to stop this crazy terrorist act of infection and mind control.

But in the end, although my partners in their camp saw through the plan, stopped me and forcibly sent me back.

But coincidentally, the final result was as I wished.

——The meet and greet ended unexpectedly due to unknown reasons.

I don't know if this is good or bad.

What will those people do next?

And what kind of action should I take when I am one of the few sober?

And what's up with the bandage saying "it'll be over soon"?

Are you messing with me or...

……

Messy thoughts swirled in my head, and in this chaotic state, I gradually closed my eyes, and my consciousness slipped silently into a dream.

The strange thing is that when I woke up the next day, neither Junior Hinaisen nor my classmates mentioned anything about the "Warring States He Dao".

In the past, when you took the tram to school, you could see all the books written by the teacher He Dao in people's hands by scanning casually, and you could also see various peripheral products derived from the characters in the books of that writer.

But today, all those elements of the past have disappeared.

So normal.

It has been 1 minute and 15 seconds since the get out of class ended, and no one in the class mentioned to me about Mr. He Dao and his works.

The students were just discussing about going to school, lunch boxes, boring TV series, clubs, or wanting to join Koshien...

Everything is too normal, but it feels a little abnormal.

1 minute and 59 seconds.

I can't sit still.

I interrupted the front seat who was talking to me, "That Nadeko junior in the lower grade is really a beauty, ah~ I really want to try to confess, I don't know if I have a chance", and asked the half-sentenced "Warring States" Why didn't he ask me to discuss the matter of that writer today.

"Huh? What kind of knife in the Warring States Period?" He seemed not to hear clearly, and exaggeratedly put his hand in his ear, "What are you talking about? XX."

"That's the one..." I was stunned, and then tried to explain, "You told me before that you liked it very much, and the whole class liked that He Dao who specialized in writing novels about depression..."

Halfway through the words, the other party patted the shoulder boldly.

"Hahahahaha, what international joke are you kidding, bro," he pointed at himself and laughed loudly, "You know me too, when did I like reading novels? I'm a nerd? The kind that turns into a hopeless nerd."

Seeing his bright, straightforward and foolish smile without any hypocrisy on his face, I became a little suspicious of myself for a moment.

"Oh yes..."

I squinted my eyes, moved closer to my seat and stopped asking questions.

Let the front seat ask me with a smile, "I'm afraid I didn't wake up today and my head is confused."

Just as I was dealing with the head-touching method learned from somewhere in the front seat, trying to harm my handsome hairstyle, and fighting him desperately, the girl in the back seat suddenly poked me cautiously with her slender index finger.

I turn my head away.

On weekdays, I always hold a book and read quietly. A female classmate who doesn’t like to communicate with others suddenly asked me about the writer I just mentioned in a soft voice.

It is clear that the other party was still the kind of teacher He Dao's book not long ago, and he must buy three books-one for reading, one for preventing loss and damage, and one for permanent collection.

As a result, to this day, it seems that I don't know such a person at all, and asked me so with "I'm curious" star eyes.

Well……

It seems that everyone has completely forgotten about it.

That farce has really come to an end.

Thinking of this, I was completely relieved by the sound of cicadas rushing outside the window.

……

……

The following are the records of the system:

X month 4

The host who has been writing something...

X month 14

The host has awakened a strange ability.

It is a terrible ability.

X month 20

I really didn't expect that even Mr. Dazai would accompany the host to mess around, obviously there is a better way

X month 25

People with supernatural powers really can't find it blatantly.But it should be easier to get people together.

X month 26

Somewhat unexpectedly, there are quite a lot of supernatural beings in this city.

It is more troublesome to analyze, and it is estimated that 100 people a week are almost the same.

X month 3

The "infection" is spreading too fast... If this continues... it will develop towards an unpredictable situation...

But, it doesn't matter anymore.

X month 10

This ability seems to be good, it is included.

X month 11

Killed Kewpie who was hiding.

It is a useful ability.

In this way, the relatively mild curse on the five children will be lifted...

X month 31

found it.

X month 5

ended.

That part of the memory of everyone in the Disqualification Society will disappear.

X month 9

tiny eggs.

X month 10

Will it break tomorrow?

X month 11 AM

Not broken yet.

My calculations should be right!

X month 11 PM

Very small.

……

But, welcome back.

Mr. Odasaku.

If Line·END

The author has something to say: Grandpa—Qing—Hui—

Final additions:

The last ability recorded in the Son of God system

Recorded Name: Guardian Egg (non-supernatural, cannot be erased by disqualification in the world)

Source: Nina Senya Dream

Favorability at the time of collection: 999999+

Description: The guardian egg elf born from the heart, [ideal self]

Guardian Egg Fairy:

Name: Oranosuke

Image Makeover: Out of thin air fountain pens that can't run out of spicy curry-flavored ink emerge

The effect after the image transformation: speed up the writing speed, springing up thoughts

Really *guard (weave) sweetheart√

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