[Comprehensive] Blessings to the beautiful black organization

That was a story not so long ago.

In the final analysis, things like human beings are just consumables, and servants who don't even have the status and spiritual power of human beings are just one of them.The moment they were born from the unknown void, their mission was to assist the chosen humans.To complete the purification, complete the battle, ensure the correctness of history, let it develop steadily and steadily, and then spend what can be called a short life in the gap between the abnormal and the daily, this is the meaning of the existence of the god judge.

After all, it is just a life like a mayfly, and the slaves are just watching their inspectors. Once one of them is lost, a new one will be replaced soon.In his long career, he has met many god judges, some young people who used this illusion as a means of escaping reality, fell into confusion and stayed in the ordinary world forever, and some were buried in the battlefield and disappeared among others. The hot-blooded people in memory—even the greedy ones who are self-righteous and whose bones are forever kept in Fusangshen's arms.

Whether it is human beings, Fusangshen, or thousands of batch products like them, they are nothing but numbered dolls after all.There are thousands of genuine products, but there are also thousands of counterfeit products.

As long as it goes on like this.

Nothing changed, no waves.

Exactly which part of the body the number is engraved on, the servant can't remember clearly, his ranking is probably after a few thousand, and he is not the best according to his performance.He was assigned to a world where all the extraordinary things were hidden from the sun, and he chose an honest and dull man who was plain and only praised for being too serious.

Assist him until he fails to complete the task.The servant looked down at Foxosuke who was talking about the rules for newcomers with eloquence. The shikigami were different from them, each of them was brand new, as long as the old model was destroyed, and another one was equipped for a new god judge.This kind of machine is a part that can be discarded just like the God Inspector, and the servant didn't print its information into his mind. Seeing its full of energy at this moment, his eyes showed a slight color of pity.

unimportant.

Nothing is important.

Life is so long that passing travelers will never remain in his memory, so he is stingy with giving them his gaze.In fact, he is indeed a shadow-like existence. The previous generations didn't even realize that he was also an independent product with a certain will, but regarded him as a communication device.Accompanied by the new Fusangshen, the servant is even more forgotten, and only when he confesses to the daily duties, he has a slight sense of presence.

It was the same this time, the young interrogator glanced at him, but didn't say anything.

After respectfully handing over the knife account and daily tasks to him, the judge seemed to hesitate for a while, his hands touched the freezing temperature, and the servant hurriedly withdrew his ten fingers and bowed.

Don't attract the attention of others, he doesn't want to be reported to the Government of Time because of his negligence, and he will become a member of the scrap model from then on.Prudence is the reason why he has been able to exist until now.

"Sorry." The judge looked at him and smiled, "What's your name? Please take care of me but didn't exchange names. I always feel a little rude."

So complicated.

What a troublesome question.

The servant turned his head stiffly. He was not a handsome man, and more than half of his face was covered by the paper. No matter how he calculated, there was nothing worth noting.He takes a step back:

"I don't have a name, please contact me if you are having trouble, or would like to activate the teleportation device."

I took my leave first.As he spoke, he disappeared into the depths of the big house. The young man watched his back was blocked by the sliding door, and he sat on the wooden floor and sighed.Foxnosuke jumped onto his lap, flicking his fluffy tail lightly: "His temper is not very good."

"Is that so?" The judge unconsciously stroked its head, "Maybe he is unexpectedly a good person."

Humans probably don't know that his words can reach the ears of slaves.The latter still accompanied him silently. In all fairness, the judge was an excellent candidate. Whether it was his inexplicable sense of justice or the sincerity enough to impress Fu Sangshen, the servants lamented his rare correct vision.

Except for that excessive stupidity.

The stupid people who greet him every day, the stupid people who care about his absence on a certain day, the stupid people who forcefully bring him to the world to watch the festival.He didn't have the time to ask him why all of this was happening, the interrogator pointed to the fireworks that exploded in the air, and for a moment he felt that it didn't matter if he didn't ask this question.

Obtrusive humans have become slightly less obtrusive, which is what often happens.

As a product of the government of time, slaves do not actually exist in the eyes of humans. Only those who are close to abnormalities and have psychic abilities can see his appearance. On this point, Fu Sangshen is also consistent.It can be considered that from the moment of seeing, human beings have moved away from the ordinary category.

It was a certain day that Fu Sangshen was seen by ordinary people.

Waist-length hair, soft blue-black, if he thinks back to the day when he ran into Kusanagi Ren because of a misunderstanding, he will definitely comment that this man himself is pure malice.He doesn't know the other party's motives, and until now he doesn't understand why he became like this, but the original conversation is still engraved in his mind.

"Does a partner of justice need a companion?"

The young human beings looked at the strangely dressed men with swords and swords with a smile, like a child catching something interesting, and the smile contained no trace of impurity.

There will be such a plot in comics or special feature films. The protagonist is always surrounded by companions who are ordinary people. Even if they can never reach the strength of the protagonist, their status is extremely important. Time has long been blurred.The man who claims to be a doctor has indeed effectively helped the fusangshen who are frequently injured on the battlefield, and he is also very good in terms of warranty.

He didn't realize the seriousness of the matter until he saw the damaged teleportation device and the torn cracks in the world.He desperately recalled the moment when he made the mistake, but his mind was in chaos.

"You once said that you can't let things from the other side flow into the world, right? The more things flow in, the closer the world will be to abnormality, and it will eventually assimilate into one of the battlefields." Kusanagi groaned for a while, then raised his head. Pass the situation to your superiors, you can’t just sit idly by when an operational accident occurs.”

The servant stopped him from touching the hand of the letter, and even he was stunned.

"Mr. Anonymous?"

"..." The servant shook his head, his inorganic voice seemed to be trembling, "Impossible."

Kusanagi looked at him suspiciously, with a naked/bare puzzlement in his eyes.He thought for a few seconds, then showed a sudden realization expression, and looked at the servant with deep pain and compassion, "If the boss finds out, Mr. Anonymous will be discarded, right? It's unimaginable that there will be such unreasonable things." Thing, there is an organization that can even give up other people's lives—”

While he sighed, the servant was stunned: "Why do you know that?"

"Because I have the habit of studying at any time." Kusanagi smiled slightly, "I recited the regulations that you don't like to read. I can think of many possible fates of Mr. Anonymous, and this time The master of Honmaru will not escape punishment, and the best possibility is to stay on the battlefield forever and do hard labor."

The servant lowered his head, and Kusanagi then said lightly: "But, I and you are friends, and I can't allow this kind of thing to happen. Therefore, Mr. Anonymous, if you are going to be discovered sooner or later, it is better to cut off contact."

"Eh?"

"Cut off the connection first, and then we will find a way to solve the problem of the gap. Mr. Wuming, this is absolutely possible." Like a god extending a hand of salvation to mankind, the other party pressed his shoulders, "It will definitely not become the worst ending."

after that……

what did i do after that

I remember being frantically accused and questioned, the young man embraced the broken limbs that were once called human beings in his arms, and the red color almost soaked him in it.Faced with such a silent look, even a doll was moved. For the first time since he was alive, he felt an emotion called guilt.

The purpose of a slave is always to continue his humble life.

The longer the years, the more he cherishes this life without freedom at all, and now he has some inexplicable obsessions.

"Mr. Wuming, have I already said that? Now that the connection has been cut off, it is very difficult to reconnect. I'm really sorry." Kusanagi Ren explained lightly, never leaving his sight from the screen, "I have been hiding in the It's not a good thing for me here, Fu Sangshen almost thought that you escaped, and if you continue to become cowardly, you will kill yourself."

The servant turned to him mechanically and fell silent.

He could hear surprising reports in the news that vicious knife trial murders were always happening, and he only felt that his body, which had no nervous system, had become cold.Kusanagi Lian suddenly raised the corners of his lips, and looked at him intriguingly: "Hey, Mr. Anonymous, since you are so afraid of becoming useless, why don't you make a deal with me?"

"I have a way to solve the crack, as long as you are willing to provide me with the data of the retrograde army and Fusangshen." Kusanagi Ren turned the ballpoint pen and shrugged, "On the contrary, please don't approach him anymore. Stay away from him. You can hide here with me, or go to other places, and apologize to him after the incident is resolved."

He didn't notice that the man's beautiful pupils flickered like a fox.

"Because I'm his friend."

Kusanagi recounted the lie sincerely, his body trembling slightly with pleasure: "For the sake of this friendship, I will also make up for your mistakes, please believe me."

The servant shuddered.

Whether the puppet can dream, he doesn't know, but just now, he fell into a daze as if he was haunted by a nightmare.Fortunately, when he came back to his senses, the dark room was still empty. He handed over those noisy and fragile humans to a new type of retrograde army. Kusanagi made clothes for them with human skin, and it was not difficult to mix into the normal .

Intuition told him he had to stop.

Reason told him that he could not resist.

The servant looked at the closed door, and heard the sound of boots in the distance. He had already waited for the visitor to the point of fatigue, and being able to talk face to face was also a quick relief for him.

The door opened slowly.

"..."

He looked suspiciously at the silver-haired man who walked in, "I invited the wrong person."