I had to save the world to support my family

When Ni Zang Shisan hurried back to the confinement room, the prison robbery incident had already been settled, leaving only bloodstains and corpses everywhere.The last door that was forcibly destroyed was quietly ajar, and that ridiculous gesture seemed to be mocking him, the Minister of Security, unabashedly.

With a twitch in the corner of his eye, he slammed the door viciously, and the walls of the entire corridor trembled violently.

A guy who dares to be so unscrupulous in school... how confident is he that he will not let his feet go, and will never fall into his hands? !

The monitoring system knew that it had been hacked in advance without looking at it. He suppressed the turbid pressure in his chest and walked out with his forehead full of anger, preparing to use the board member whose authority was fraudulently used as a breakthrough.However, after walking two steps in a hurry, he was nailed in place by a ghostly human voice.

"I said...that's all it takes to think about Novi-chan's schoolgirls. Uncle, you locked me in with your own hands anyway, so you didn't even think of anyone else here?"

Next to the confinement room with the door open, the only surviving witness, Komaeda Nagito, stared at the rapidly turning doorknob, and before he even had time to breathe a sigh of relief, his chest was filled with some more anxious emotion.

It has been delayed for so long, not to mention whether it was too late—recalling the continuous screams of the guards before, he couldn't help but doubt: With himself and the irritable uncle, it is really possible to hold the black and evil who held Novi sauce hostage. Has the power been wiped out?

After being released from detention, he poked his head out of the small dark room and looked at the mess in the corridor. The vague and tiny thoughts immediately took root and sprouted, prompting Nagito Komaeda to turn his head and look at the faculty members who were labeled as "useless wood". Seeing the latter with a fierce look in his eyes: "Why are you in a daze, so frightened that you can't walk?"

"Oh, I'm not so weak. But," he tilted his head, "uncle, you don't know anything about the enemy. In this case, I don't think there is any chance of winning. The opponent seems to be holding promises." Wei Jiang’s handle, in case you startle the snake—”

"There's a lot of chirping nonsense, that's why I hate you morony brats the most."

Ni Zang Shisan pinched the guy's shoulder impatiently, and gradually strengthened his hands: "Tell me directly, do you know anything useful!"

The position held by the other party was like clamping iron clamps, and the bones and muscles that could not break free made unbearable crackling sounds.Komaeda Nagito frowned, gasping for air hissingly: "Don't vent your impotent anger on others, it's very tasteless... Your shoulders are going to be broken, uncle!"

Touched by a certain keyword, the shining electric spark flashes away in the memory.While grinning, Komaeda struggled to grasp the sense of familiarity, but subconsciously sighed after recalling his success.

"Those guys should have collected all the things she could use as weapons, or they could be of some help."

The strength on the shoulders relaxed a little.

"Weapons? Even if a weakling like you gets a weapon, you don't know how to use it at all?"

"I'm just a stepping stone for the hope of existence, but I don't have the qualifications to overwhelm the host."

The boy didn't show any signs of getting angry, and there was still a soft and good-natured smile on his face.

"However, corresponding to it—[Super high school-level magician], who breaks through the imagination of ordinary people and surpasses all mediocre talents...the concretization of that kind of thing, it may be called hope directly. Right? Hmm, [Super High School Level Hope], I like this title!"

Before Nizo Shisan couldn't bear to ask further questions, Komaeda Nagito ended the missionary status with satisfaction, and the urgent issue of confirming the current situation of the missing person was brought up again.

"I really can't help much. But Novi-chan's weapons are not just dead objects."

After casually answering the other party's question, he began to weigh the ability to make the next bet by relying on luck.Just go to her empty-handed?It would be nice to be of help; but for others, his luck is often a curse, in case it backfires...

"Hey, kid! Don't get distracted, and explain to me seriously. About the topic of weapons, are you playing tricks? If you're bluffing, just admit it, I don't have time to waste time with you here—"

"It's meaningless to say this. They should have searched the dormitory. All of Novi's things were taken away, so they are so passive. Rather than embarrassing me here, uncle, you should study the case quickly, right?"

To Komaeda's surprise, the ridiculed Nizo Shisan did not punch him with his anger rising, but gritted his teeth with a ferocious expression and let go, silently took two steps back, motioning for him to come with him.

"A dead horse is a living horse doctor... It's better to make a bet than to stand still and wait for death."

The tall man left the compartment quickly with a gloomy face, took out the IC card from his chest, and opened the side door at the corner.This inconspicuous small room is obviously not a confinement room, and the space looks extremely limited.Nizo Shisan stretched out his hand to fish it out, took out some long object, weighed it twice, and threw it towards Komaeda indifferently.

Komaeda Nagito hurriedly rushed forward, hastening to catch the unknown object.Just as he stood firmly on his feet, he glanced into his arms, and couldn't help blurting out: "Cutting Hasebe?!"

He once had a relationship with Fu Sangshen, who is shaking the sword.Although it was not a pleasant memory, this supernatural experience did leave a deep impression on him.

Claiming to be Novi's summoner, he serves the master (cross out) Pokémon (cross out again) on the left and right with a sword posture.Although the principle of existence is completely unclear, since the other party calls Novi sauce the master, then there should be nothing to worry about, right?

Unable to convince himself, Komaeda Nagito looked down with wry smiles twice, and found something more worrisome than agnosticism: Although it was also a sword, no matter the length, style, or even the material of the scabbard, the sword in his arms was Both are significantly different from the memory.

After confirming again and again that he did not remember wrongly, Komaeda even had the urge to look up to the sky and sigh.

Although it is suspicious to control Pokémon, but in the current situation, it can be regarded as a reliable foreign aid.As for the one in his arms, should he go into battle with a cold weapon to kill the enemy?

With the last hope in his arms, he turned his head and looked at the Minister of Security with his arms folded: "This is Novi's weapon? Are you sure?"

"Ah, only the two of you are detained in the confinement room. When the girl was arrested, she only had such a knife on her body. It is impossible to make a mistake."

Ni Zang Shisan's expression couldn't tell whether he was holding hope or waiting to watch the show: "'Not just a dead thing', what you said so convincingly, but prove it to me? If you wait any longer, my little girlfriend may really Something unexpected will happen to you, is it alright?"

The blood is slowly flowing backwards.Komaeda Nagito felt that his face was abnormally hot, and the foreground was blurred for a while.After forcing himself to adjust his breathing and barely calm down, he realized that his arms were trembling uncontrollably.

Relying on that talent, it has been a long time since I lost all my precious things. I haven't experienced such a sense of anxiety and helplessness.

There was still a forced smile in his voice, but he was so vain that he didn't even believe it: "It's okay. Even if it is a dead end for ordinary people, but... there is always a way, right?"

Ni Zang Shisan lit a crumpled cigarette and stuffed it into his mouth. Hearing this, he sneered and took a big gulp.

"It's true. But it's hard to say whether people will be alive or not."

The man threw the flickering cigarette butt onto the messy floor, stepped on it, and crushed it twice.Feeling that there was no need to waste time here, the harsh sound of friction was still echoing in the corridor, he had already turned around, and strode toward the exit with the open door without looking back.

"What did you say to me to lure the snake out of the hole? Tch, the ship capsized... So who, you go back to the dormitory and don't run around, or find a safe place outside the school to stay, I guess there will be big troubles in the future. "

Driven by the remaining kindness, he reminded a few words, and when he finished speaking, he had completely forgotten the mess here, and only wanted to find out the shit-stirring stick that disrupted order and give him a good lesson.I was already planning the next course of action in my mind, but suddenly felt a light tap on the shoulder.

"Huh?" He waved his hand impatiently, and continued to walk forward without stopping, "Go back to the dormitory by yourself, don't bother me! Although he is a troublesome guy, he was recommended by Jingsuke—"

"Feel sorry."

A completely unfamiliar and abrupt sound sounded in the closed room, the tone was soft like the chords of a violin, and the words collided with each other like wind chimes, forming a pleasant sound.

"As you said just now, 'Although he's a troublesome guy', he is my relation after all... So, can you please explain a little bit about the situation?"

- Hit a ghost? !

Overly idealistic thoughts flashed through his mind, and realizing that this was a third person other than himself and the students, Ni Zang Shisan, who had a stiff body, barely suppressed the various conjectures that turned into a paste in his mind for a moment. Hold your breath and turn your head slowly.

Looking along the slender five fingers on the shoulders, what catches the eye is an overly outstanding beauty who is incompatible with the technologically-sounding silver-white background.

As a modern person living in the 21st century, Nizang Shisan, who has long been accustomed to the development of the Internet, has seen many handsome men and beautiful women.Blindly following the trend of aesthetics, similar bright eyes and red lips are put into similar rules and regulations, and then sweet, fresh, sexy, heroic, and elegant words can not wait to be displayed.Everyone exclaimed, "It's really a once-in-a-century beauty", and after shouting, their attention was attracted to the next "500-year beauty", and the out-of-date products were about to be removed from the shelves in the blink of an eye, and then disappeared without a trace. trace.

Then what they praised - so powerful, so fresh, can be passed on by word of mouth with a fleeting smile, and the beauty with vitality so strong that it can easily shine for centuries - isn't it really just empty talk?If it exists, what does it look like?

He saw it.

No retouching is required.No packaging is required.No pandering required.

The radian of the man's jaw, the invisible charm between the eyebrows and eyes, the fine ripples caused by the tailor-made clothes when walking... It is not rough processed according to some imagined framework, relying on the parody of "beauty" To stimulate the appetite, this person just stands there...with a small piece of the world around him fixed, which is the goal, the frame, the template that has been imitated for so long.

It's not a deliberate route to take.His existence is Fengya.

"Mikazuki Zongjin. Like Hasebe, I am a sword serving the lord."

Fu Sangshen took the main body out of the stunned boy's arms, and slowly inserted it back to his waist.

"Unfortunately, I'm on duty today. Since the other guys have lost their chains, it's understandable for the old man to struggle a little bit in order to live a stable life, right?"

Ignoring the bewildered expressions of the two audience members, Taidao, who had always been passive and avoiding fighting, put his hand on the handle of the sword.Like the evening wind blowing away the mountain mist, the meaningless smile that had always been covering the face quietly dissipated, revealing the unique cold edge of the murder weapon.

[Not an order.I am not ordered. 】

[As a sword, but cast aside the so-called loyalty - when it was still in the hands of the previous god judge, he had already decided that he would never be manipulated again. 】

[As for this helping hand, let's just treat it as my whim. 】

He's not one to be bothered by rigid rules, and if he wanted to do it, he'd do it.Fu Sangshen smiled speechlessly, the bright moonlight rippling in his eyes.

"My lord, please take care of me."