One hour in the life of a superhuman

Under everyone's vague gaze, Sakamoto and I took a basket and went to get some food together.

In reality, this road is only 1 minute, but in this world, it is equivalent to a year. For such a long time, I thought Sakamoto would always ask something.

I used the surface of the water to see myself at the edge of the well before, and it was basically the same as I thought. It was basically the same as the sexually transformed version of me. Of course, there are still some differences in the details. For example, although it is used by a bad girl To pretend, but it is also short and medium hair, and here is the double long ponytail of the water binyue style, and the original eyes were not so big, but now they are completely almond eyes. Generally speaking, if you have seen Qi Mu It is difficult for Kusuo people to completely ignore these similarities. Of course, if you have seen Akashi Seijuro and the female version of me at the same time, you may get confused.

After all, in reality, Sakamoto is still my classmate. Even in PK Middle School...actually, because of Sakamoto's sudden magazine offensive, a consensus has been reached. Saiki Kusuo is a public face, but this alone is very suspicious , I have almost never had a relatively close communication with Sakamoto, why did he save me, but he didn't talk about it, so I just let it go.

I thought that Sakamoto would definitely ask questions such as "You look so much like someone I know" or directly ask "Are you Saiki-kun" at this time, but in fact Sakamoto didn't, almost said no The state of talking.

I really don't understand what Sakamoto is doing, just like I don't understand how to clean up and make a few tricks, why is it COOL.

But I'm going to wait and see what happens.

Sakamoto remained silent. He didn’t go to the field, but he explained to me before he acted, “The hunger value that can be supplemented by gooseberries is too low. I saw rabbits in the room before. Let’s make roasted rabbits.” .”

I don't care about these, nodding my head is the default.

Sakamoto took me to the room to get the rabbits. These rabbits were skinned and piled up. They were probably made of rabbit fur to make clothes. There is no famine yet, so I put them here first, and wait for the number of people born in the future to increase. It is just right to alleviate the famine situation, and it can save some time.

The number of rabbits that can be contained in a basket is limited, and Sakamoto and I divided the loads several times and took them outside.

Sakamoto started to light the fire. We had already learned our lesson when Hinata-zao roasted duck for the first time at [Sakamoto Cooking], and this time we can only talk about the fire slowly burning until it is almost extinguished.

Sakamoto's long hair has been falling off in strands due to inserting and drawing out the knife, which is a bit troublesome for the work. Generally speaking, if it is a girl manga, there will be a partner to help braid it when you are alone. But I don't know how to do this. After Sakamoto took a look at me, he felt very self-conscious that he had scratched, like a stereotype, from the original appearance of some married women to COOL all of a sudden.

If he opens a barber shop in the future, the business will probably be very good.

I thought for a while and asked, "You really don't know what the clock tower can do?"

Sakamoto looked at me and replied, "Well, there's no way something that took so long to complete couldn't be without its meaning."

His answer was quite satisfactory, almost the mainstream idea.

But Sakamoto continued, "I roughly guess that there are two possibilities, one is that the world ends, the possibility is basically zero, and the other is to summon the entire world of humans."

The compass displayed on the field of view already reflects this point, as long as other people arrive, you can know what the range is.

"The point is not what it can do, but what it wants us to do," Sakamoto continued.

I feel that the "it" in his words refers to different things. The first "it" should refer to the clock tower, and the other "it" is more like the world consciousness it refers to.

World consciousness, the cornerstone of the world, it is impossible to get everyone together to build infrastructure in full swing.

...No, wait, I remember this question, Saiki Sorasuke seems to have asked a similar question, but the core of his question at the time was why this distorted space, which is the cube of seven, is organized in such a way as a family up.

In addition to what Sakamoto said now, I fell into thinking.

The whole world is actually composed of three parties. First of all, my uncontrollable superpower triggered the resonance of the third party of seven in another world. At the same time, Bailan tried to destroy the world in the local world of the third party of seven. Then the thrill of recreating a world that fits his ideas.

But now in this world, if you want to talk about the basic world view, after so many experiences, it has become very clear. At present, the family formed by the children born by "Eve" rely on each other to build infrastructure and light up the technology tree, and become a world. In theory, a modern family that loves each other (?) should go like this. In this way, the Ichime [Sakamoto] family should be the closest to the core view of the world.

But so far, it seems that everyone has developed new genres in this world, such as the killer family genre of the [Beating the Enemy] family, the collection of individual people in the [Wanshiwu], and the genre of [Hell]/ [Taoyuan Township]'s internal fighting and external mace are barely the core gameplay. Apart from using the mace to transport one's "family", it is also about loving (loving) and loving (killing) each other.

In comparison, Vengley’s [Clam] and the Port Mafia’s [Port], these two families who stick to one side and develop desperately, seem to be the most orthodox game, except that they send people to test [Hell] ]/[Taoyuan Township] and coming to watch and eat melons [Wanshiwu] besieging [Marshmallow Empire], the two mainstream families have no sense of existence at all.

If it continues to develop, it will probably become like in the Warring States period, and the various families may not necessarily go to war. The essence of human beings can be seen from the gang battles in online games.

It is impossible for the clock tower to call everyone together to fight melee. I think the third power of seven and the will of the world cannot always be this kind of thinking. Then, it can only be the old-fashioned love and peace, for example, through Family relationship to discover the truth, goodness and beauty between people and so on.

Wow, isn't this a fairy tale?

Don't complain about this first, do these guys have it?I'm confused about this.

Like the mother-daughter relationship between Skuvalo and Nakahara Chuya, isn’t it daily matricide?

And Xanxus and Scovalo, aren't they daily domestic violence?

And the relationship between me and Osamu Dazai is probably because I want to give Nizi a Mediterranean shave every day... I always feel that when I come here, the painting style of fighting and killing suddenly turns into a funny cartoon.

I'm going to find a place to calm down, anyway, I only made a fire, and I can't do anything except watch Sakamoto roasting rabbits at a fancy hand speed, and I even yelled out the usual sentence from the mouths of other onlookers No "COOL", Sakamoto didn't stop me, and didn't ask me what I was going to do.

As for the field or something, Saiki Kongsuke no longer left any clues, so I wandered to the nearby cemetery.

There are more tombstones in the cemetery, and they are neatly arranged. Except for some empty windows when no "Eve" has settled in, the place has been updated for almost ten generations. In this cemetery, I even You can see the words [Marshmallow Empire], it should be made by Natsume Takashi and Kageyama Shigeo, it looks very spectacular.

I walked from the tombstone of the first generation [Sakamoto] to the [Wanshiwu], the first one is [Wanshiwu don't steal other people's cards].

If we look at it purely from this perspective, it is probably the so-called great harmony with life.

But these are tombstones. If they are living people, it must be difficult to obey. After all, the people in this world are not only people from our world, they also have many people who want to continue to integrate, and the guys in our world also have people like Bai Lan. , jungle, these existences who want to make trouble.

The difficulty of this is equivalent to changing a group of black mud into Disney princesses.

Will be warned of ruined childhood.

By the time I came back from relaxing in the cemetery, Sakamoto had already roasted the rabbits. It was supposed to be put in the fire, and it took about a second for a rabbit. In fact, it didn’t take too long. The roasted rabbits were piled up in a pile. , but I did not see 【Sakamoto】.

I stood there and waited for a while, when I heard the sound of "woo hoo", I saw Sakamoto driving a diesel car over.

Sakamoto drove all the way in front of me, and then stopped, "I found a diesel car next to it, which happened to be used to load roasted rabbits."

This should have been done by the previous families. I remember that during the [Marshmallow Empire] period, there was a sign of entering the steam age, the Newcomen steam roller press. Only with this can the subsequent technology tree be lit. .

I glanced at it, the number of those roasted rabbits was a bit exaggerated, if it was just the two of us, it would definitely not be able to be transported in one trip, and the capacity of a diesel car is eight, not eight rabbits, but eight baskets, one basket The capacity is three, in this case, a diesel vehicle is 24.

Sakamoto and I gathered all the baskets around. As a basic thing, this is still not missing. There is no need to make it fresh. We put the roast rabbit in the basket and put it on the diesel car. Sakamoto should have counted it before. However, it was just enough to be filled.

But now the problem is coming. There is only one driver's seat in a diesel car, and there is no co-pilot position.

I don't have any objection to walking back. Sakamoto was one step ahead of me. I don't know where to pick up a long straight wooden stick and stepped on it, as if I was going to follow the old path of the first generation [Sakamoto] family. Diesel engine and long straight wooden stick Compared with the original version of the scooter, it still has a sense of age.

I'm not hypocritical. When I got in the car, it was the first time for me to start a diesel engine. Although I don't have a driver's license in this world, it doesn't bother me.

As we drove away, the two of us looked at each other.

They obviously didn't talk to each other, but I always feel like he made a promise to me. Even if he sees my vest, he will keep silent about it, but it may just be my illusion, after all, I still think my vest is very Perfect.

But no matter what, this guy... is about to compete with Rantang, who I can't understand. Of course, in other aspects, Sakamoto is slightly better.

But tangling on the road for a few seconds is enough, no one can take off my vest without evidence, not to mention, my female version has never shown up at Sakamoto, how can I be sure that it is me Saiki Kusuo ?Seeing is believing.

I'm going to find a chance to show my face to Sakamoto, and I have to keep my face down, he's really too sharp.

It is much faster to drive back. When I arrived, there were already many people beside the clock tower, and because we were standing on the commanding heights, we could still see some other people still rushing over.

Originally, everyone stayed together according to the family name, but after entering this world many times, since one can roughly guess who the other party is just from the appearance, the original general policy suddenly became a mixed family. .

Almost everyone was noisy, and some people even fought when they disagreed, but it should be that the enemies in reality were extremely jealous when they met, but everyone wanted to know what happened, so instead of using weapons, they fought hand-to-hand. In the way of fighting, I can still see Vengley and the port mafia taking the opportunity to fight each other. It seems that the plastic alliance makes them ready to move.

Very reluctant to move forward.

However, Sakamoto is always indispensable for this kind of attention-grabbing moment. He stepped on a long straight wooden stick and rushed out, then grabbed the rope of the bell in mid-air, and climbed to the top in two or three strokes, and the crisp "ding ding" sounded again. coming.

Everyone fell silent and looked up at Sakamoto.

Perhaps, he will tell a fairy tale infrastructure story of truth, goodness and beauty, which I don't think anyone would have thought of.

The author has something to say: Sakamoto is really hard to write ORZ