[Comprehensive] Blessings to the beautiful black organization

On this land, there are gods.

Gods are not omnipotent, on the contrary, it is precisely because of the existence of countless ordinary humans who believe in gods that they are given power and names-before they are believed by humans, gods are just a useless nothingness, without any value .

Tsurumaru Kuninaga is a soul born in the sword, not a god in the true sense. However, when everyone calls this sword a masterpiece, he is no different from a god.

Having a body is a coincidence. In the brand-new Honmaru, a certain girl summoned him. So far, he still remembers the joy on the other party's face, but completely forgot her appearance.Tsurumaru lives in a new and peaceful place, and it is said that he is a rare knife, so he can choose the place closest to the master.

The little girl was indeed infatuated with him, but he didn't know where the emotion came from, and later he found that the other party just loved all the exquisite knives equally.For her, the difference between them is only the face and the rarity. After collecting this, you can throw it away to find the next one.

Throw away what doesn't suit your taste.

Those who do not respond are alienated.

Because she wants to see their bleeding appearance, so she refuses to treat her recklessly. The judge herself is just a eccentric young lady. In her eyes, the damaged Fu Sangshen is like a data stream, and there is always a substitute. .However, she herself had completed her daily classes quite well, so those forms that disappeared into the furnace and constantly renewed their personality were naturally turned a blind eye by the slaves.

——Afterwards, Tsurumaru only remembered standing in the blood-red sunset, watching the scene of Honmaru collapsing.The resentment of the Fusangshen cannot be eliminated, and negative emotions nourish creatures that should not exist, so the response method chosen by the Government of Time is simple and effective: just erase the existence of everyone.

No one will remember that even the culprit who caused everything, the extremely gentle girl when they first met, was wiped away without any trace, and everything returned to the way it was at the beginning.Only Tsurumaru Kuninaga was lost in this vanished world, he seemed to be thrown into a strange world like a string of wrong codes.

There, the dark fusangshen that the government of the time could not deal with met informally for the first time with the ordinary youth who had not yet become a god judge.

Kami saw the young man with scars on his face from being bullied by the neighbors coming towards him, and timidly asked:

"Are you ok?"

He paused, "The hospital may be a little far away, if you don't mind, there are, there are medical boxes in my apartment..."

The characters of this sentence were gradually distorted, and the voices overlapped. In the end, he seemed to be able to see the grim death on the young face.Fu Sangshen realized in a trance that this was a dream, but he didn't know whether existences like them still had the concept of dreaming.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga opened his eyes.

"Good morning."

Human beings—something exactly like human beings said so, his tone was the same as that of Tsurumaru Kununaga who was familiar with, but it was this fact that made him feel no reason to be physically disgusted.

Standing in front of him was a black-haired human being. His hair was fluffy and soft, and his body was so slender that it could be shattered into pieces as long as he was willing to touch it.Kusanagi Ren has faithfully restored all the features of the opponent. This face has not been modified much, and it can be called ordinary among human beings, just like Mitsuru Narita who has lived as an ordinary person for 19 years.

He looked at Tsurumaru Kuninaga, as if he was looking at a friend he hadn't seen for a long time. There were complex emotions in those eyes, and Tsurumaru was stunned for a moment.Then, the stiff atmosphere was suddenly broken by a hand on the young man's shoulder from the side. Kusanagi Ren suddenly rushed out and greeted him with an exaggerated tone:

"Hi, Tsurumaru-kun, I haven't seen you for about two days and five hours. Good morning, although it's a little too early." He stuck to the back of the human being talking to himself, and poked the other's face with his index finger in a wicked way. Face, "Ah, didn't you ask me? Want to meet that stupid human being again, as a god-like sword, but there is no way to do it—"

"Isn't it because you want to protect the world where he lives, that you have been assisting me in dealing with the retrograde army leaked from the cracks a few years ago. Although the corpse is used by me, if you don't have me to maintain your existence, you will already have strength If it is exhausted, it can be regarded as mutual benefit." Kusanagi clapped his hands, "Thanks to you and me, this world has not been alienated into a battlefield in the past few years. As for... which experimental subject is this? Well, forget it , It's up to you whether you recognize it or not."

A certain experimental subject, a human being now given the name Narita Mitsuru shyly avoided Kusanaru's touch, and even slapped away his hand that he touched again without authorization.

After being rejected several times, the bored researcher shrugged, "Well, the current character setting is the period when I first met, if you think the last hysterical moment is more interesting, I will modify it--I wish you joy."

He waved his hand pretentiously, and the words he said were clearly a blasphemy of personality, but Tsurumaru had no intention of refuting.He watched the white corner of his clothes disappear outside the door and remained silent.

"Tsuramaru-kun?" Narita Mitsuru chose the chair closest to the door. I don't know if it was a hint, but he didn't care about Kusanaru Ren, but looked at Tsurumaru who he thought he was familiar with with concern, "Mr. Kusanagi doesn't seem to pay much attention. The way you talk, if you don't feel comfortable..."

The Narita Mitsuru who cared about everyone in his memory and always dealt with them cautiously seemed to be back again, Tsurumaru interrupted him: "It's nothing."

His attitude was almost ice-cold, Narita Mitsuru raised his head, and stared at him helplessly, "Tsurumaru-kun, what are you, ah, you have become the dark and fallen look like before."

"You don't need to care."

Tsurumaru said, and walked out.He also couldn't describe this feeling, although so far, there have been countless Narita Mitsuru who have said hello to him, but he couldn't make any response to it.

It was his negation that made Kusanagi continue to play the game with great interest. They knew each other well that the dead could not be resurrected, but they still used this method to explore the soul of Narita Mitsuru.

This time was no different.

Tsurumaru is not the god who saved Narita Man, and Narita Man is not the human being who can make him crawl out of the mud.

He should give up. It is simply impossible to listen to the other party's voice and fulfill his unfulfilled wish.Since he didn't sign a contract with the new leader, his existence is quite thin, and Sanriyue can definitely see that his strength has weakened, and maybe he will disappear from this world one day.

The next Tsurumaru Kuninaga will not be able to remember the story of meeting small, stupid humans.

"Tsurumaru-kun!"

He was grabbed by the cuff, and Narita Mitsuru rarely made such a coercive move, so his reaction was a bit slower.The human looked at him cautiously, and then asked, "You're injured, if you don't mind, I'll help you bandage—speaking of which, when we first met, Tsurumaru-kun was also seriously injured, I was scared After a jump, I finally mustered up the courage to talk to you."

While he was speaking, Tsurumaru Kuninaga realized that his skin had been cut by the sword energy of Crescent Moon, even though it was only a tiny scratch.He watched Mitsuru Narita recalling the past, and even narrated with a happy smile, trying to imply to himself that this was just made by reading the memory of the corpse, and the one holding him was clearly just a puppet.

He lowered his arms, and then nodded in a mysterious way.

"Thank you."

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"Then now, Luan Jiang has a question!"

Ranto Shiro stood in the middle of the wasteland, posing the signature pose that female idols used to show cuteness that he had seen on TV, and asked Akai and Amuro, "Should we keep digging with a shovel?"

In the background is the charred apartment building, with only the iron outline standing and the surrounding ground not spared.They had inspected it in advance, and the small electrical appliances left inside had basically been detonated in the first fire, leaving only a mess.

"There's not even a basement here." Toru Amuro knocked on the ground to confirm that there was no echo, "Are you sure?"

"Of course this kind of thing explodes."

Akai Shuichi took the time to answer while planting a small bomb/bomb.

Amuro covered his face in pain, "I think I should stop you... Is your FBI doing things like this?"

"This is my personal style." Akai lightly wrote that his and Judy's styles are indeed very different, as long as the goal can be achieved, he doesn't mind a little simpler and rougher means, "and no one will notice us. "

Toru Amuro sighed, "Although it is a suburb, if it affects other people—"

"Now the whole city is evacuating, and no one should come here."

Akai finishes his work and throws his cell phone to him.

The screen has been completely occupied by emergency notifications and news, and of course there are various contacts from Judy. Amuro raised his eyebrows and read out the contents of the notification, "Unknown creatures attack passers-by, please stay at home and don't leave Buildings... wait, that thing has contagion in its blood..."

"I already asked them to pick up Huiyuan." Akai said, sighing sincerely, "Isn't it a bit like Resident Evil?"

"How many games have you played recently?"

"It's Gong-chan's invitation. Thinking of Gin's face at that time, I'm very happy." Akai said, and suddenly heard it. He felt some indescribable fluctuations coming from the ground, and narrowed his eyes slightly, " I promise, it's definitely not because of the earthquake."

"Mr. Akai! Mr. Amuro!"

Akita Fujishiro turned pale, "Please get out of there quickly, the ground is about to collapse!"

The cracks gradually spread from the center, and the ground could feel like a sleeping monster about to wake up, trembling crazily.But Akai didn't intend to leave at all, he blinked, "If someone just wants to welcome us, there's no reason to leave, right?"