One hour in the life of a superhuman

That’s right, I’m going to die, there’s no doubt about it, aging is something that humans have to go through, and so is death, I didn’t think about using my ability to let humans live to be three hundred years old, it really doesn’t make sense.

Protecting the world casually in my life is not a commendable achievement. After all, I don't want to be a hero who protects the world subjectively. It's just that falling meteorites will destroy my ordinary life. The power of the world group, even the aliens were solved by Sakamoto relying on his cool personality charm, so I can't even count as a non-staff member of the protection world group.

If it comes down roughly, my life with super powers can become "Kusuo Saiki's disaster", or "Kusuo Saiki's perfect vest defense battle", and all this will come to an end soon.

But there is one thing that needs to be solved urgently, that is, I have lived too long. Except for Nura Rikusho, who is a quarter of youkai, everyone basically has to go to the ghost lamp before me.

This is actually not a problem, but the only problem is that the chestnut sauce that turned into cherry blossoms is not in hell, and there are many people who are obsessed with chestnut sauce. After careful calculation, I, the guy that chestnut sauce offends is not counted. few.

Divided into Tsunayoshi Sawada, who "wanted to say thank you to Chestnut Jam", and Osamu Dazai, who I'm not quite sure about his psychology, and anyway, that infrastructure world does have something to do with me and wants to beat Chestnut Jam Many shameless self-proclaimed victims, plus Bai Lan who watched the show.

Originally, I didn’t need to pay too much attention to Tsunayoshi Sawada. Due to the characteristics of the Vongola ring, the above-mentioned nine generations stayed in the ring and became the guardian spirit of the Vongola BOSS. However, after the fusion of the world, there is a lot of autonomy. All in all, everyone in Hell feels that in order to give full play to the initiative of these dead who can fight, they rely on Hell to give them some privileges, and they can freely travel back and forth between the underworld and reality.

In other words, even Tsunayoshi Sawada can block me in hell, lol.

I believe that Tsunayoshi Sawada, who has become an excellent mafia boss, should have experienced countless flamboyant worlds. It seems that the chestnut sauce who just said a few words of "little brother" is not even a grass.

But because Bai Lan still called me 5 minutes before his death, saying that he had asked his subordinates to burn a bunch of marshmallows for him after his death. A letter from Tsunayoshi Sawada, asking if he found chestnut jam?

Only at this time do I feel that the opponent is a villain boss, or a master of fire.

I'm not a guy who escapes, but after I counted the guys that Chestnut Sauce provoked and what I did, from the creation of that world to the anthropomorphism of the sword of Dakmos, although thinking about it, it actually has nothing to do with I don't have much to do with it, isn't this something about Bai Lan?Isn't the latter the self-selection of the third power of seven?

Having said that, in order to avoid trouble, I still run away tactically first.

Death is unavoidable, and you must participate in the trial. After the trial, the reincarnation still needs lottery. Although insects and the like don’t need lottery, if you reincarnate as a bug, then I’d better blow myself up.

If you want to go through a series of processes, let alone stay in hell for 300 years.

But there is still a lot to do here.

For example, Bai Lan should belong to Western Hell, but Hell is based on the principle of territoriality, so in order to watch the fun, she flew a private jet and died in a Japanese villa. The other party really took pains to be a spectator. Fortunately, he has no faith. If Bai Lan had faith, the western gods would probably not let him go, and if a guy with faith died in another country, it would be quite fast to go through the process and return to the hell of his belief.

And as luck would have it, neither did I, so I ran away.

Most of the debts incurred by Chestnut are in Japan, and although the geographical difference between the Eastern Hell and the Western Hell is only half a world away, and the flight is fast, the extradition treaty for the deceased is very troublesome. I just need to survive in the Western Hell. That said, it's still very easy to hang around for hundreds of years, and there is no big problem.

Qi Mu Kongsuke welcomes me in a wheelchair and I flew over to find him, and he made an appointment for me to carry the coffin of black people. He is older than I look, and he must have used some technological means to continue his life. This is The last contest he made with me unilaterally was to live longer than anyone else, a boring and simple contest where I just wanted to collect my body without leaving any descendants.

I spent the last 5 minutes of my life with Saiki Kongsuke, it was rare that there was no quarrel, and then I closed my eyes.

When I opened my eyes again, my soul was already out of the shell, and my body was lying on the bed. It was not the first time for me to have out of the shell, but from the perspective of the corpse, it was considered strange, my body was already very old, Like shriveled wood, pale and weak, of course I can use superpowers to maintain my appearance, but it is not necessary, no matter the height, weight or even the speed of aging are perfectly average.

But my soul is still young now, it is what I looked like when I was young.

This was not the case before, it was all based on the situation at the time of death, but there are too many dead people who cannot be reincarnated in hell. After protesting, the soul can appear as it was when it was young. This is the bird bundle Ling Tai told me that the dead around him were also encouraged by him to participate in the protest, and then came to me for help after being scooped up by the ghost lamp.

The result of the protest showed the current situation, I don't have any obsession with appearance and I just don't care.

I waited for a while, and there was no one to guide me from the ghost messengers in Western Hell. I participated in the coffin-carrying scene of the black man invited by Sai Mu Kongsuke for me, but I didn’t see the burial scene, because the ghost messengers were slow at this time. Come late, according to the western hell, it should be the god of death.

I didn't resist, and followed them away. Before leaving, I took a look at Kongsuke Saiki who was in a daze. In fact, I could choose to temporarily become the guardian spirit of Kongsuke Saiki and stay in the world, but I still left without hesitation. up.

I studied the penalty system of Western Hells, and asked Reita Toritsu, who has done a lot of research in this area. Since I belong to Japan, I should belong to Eastern Hells, not Western Hells. Those who belong to foreign dead will not go through the process of trial, but will be randomly placed in a certain place in hell that is dedicated to storing the souls of the dead. After a series of approvals, they can return to my Toyo hell.

Due to the procedural problems of hell, the efficiency of Western hell is not so high. It can be seen from the fact that the evil spirits attached to dolls can be solved from the Middle Ages to modern society. The entire process will last for 300 years at the fastest, or even longer. Long.

If there are 300 years, it is enough for me to think of a way to avoid the process of trial and reincarnation.

I followed death forward, and everything seemed to be all right.

I can still hear them babbling, "After globalization, there are more and more such foreign souls, and they are simply burdening us."

"I think it's quite good. The dishes cooked by the dead of the flower planter are delicious, and the braised eyeballs have a special flavor."

……

"I don't pay much attention to food," Death said, "but the recent death list is always wrong, since there will be human beings who will see the notice before death, so I have to work overtime."

"Master Lucifer never thinks about overtime wages?"

Excluding those more bloody ways of death, I listened to them talking about the cooking characteristics of various countries to the criminal laws of Eastern Hell and Western Hell.

All in all, there is nothing to talk about removing the place that needs to be mosaiced.

We took a special process, so we didn't see the famous hell scenes like the Seven Deadly Sins, but we just went through the darkness and arrived at a place similar to the medieval western buildings.

Like ours, we will be temporarily placed in a small town of foreign dead, probably because of different dead people, so the architectural style of the town is very mixed, from ancient times to modern times, and you can see all countries and periods in the world The buildings in different places are quite a magical experience. Of course, the buildings before humans started to sail away, and everyone will still stay in their own hell at that time.

According to the rules, Qi Mu Kongsuke burned a lot of money for me. It was not popular in foreign countries before, but it became very popular after it was passed down from the flower growers. Now it has become common in hells all over the world. the exchange rate.

There is also a special bank in the small town, which is used to receive the money burned in reality, and a [-]% handling fee is deducted. Although it is a bit dark, it is still a lot of money.

I immediately found one of the most famous dessert shops. I ordered a lot of desserts besides coffee jelly. The stomach that originally contained desserts was in another space. Now that they are all dead, there are no restrictions. Are you full?

This dessert shop cooks meals very quickly, and the table is full of piles in a short while.

I was just picking up the spoon and planning to taste it, when I heard a very loud noise outside, and I heard the sound of "It's time to live, and I'm here to catch ghosts".

Because it was too noisy, I couldn't quite understand what they were talking about when they were mixed together.

But anyway, I'm not afraid, I took a bite of the most important coffee jelly first.

Although it is a ghost, its craftsmanship is also superb, the jelly melts in the mouth, and the coffee taste is very strong, but it is still a little worse than Balian's dessert chef. This guy is still fighting with Xanxus in his later years, because his Die Xinyan also successfully sent away several colleagues, and successfully developed a steak-flavored jelly, but it was canceled by Xanxus on the grounds that it was not pure.

But I think the coffee jelly made by the master is delicious, maybe it has a white moonlight effect. After all, if he is not doing business outside, it will be difficult for me to buy the coffee jelly of the other party. It is absolutely impossible to use superpowers to find a way. Possible, even for the world's number one coffee jelly...well, impossible.

Because I was addicted to desserts and couldn't help myself, when I realized it, the house collapsed.

To be precise, it cannot be said that it collapsed, but was divided into two halves. After the crumbling, it collapsed into two piles of waste.

I was sitting between two piles of waste products. Fortunately, there wasn't much flying dust on this side of hell, and I used my ability to protect it a little, so there was no problem with a table full of desserts.

It's just that when I raised my head to see what happened, I was a little confused.

On the left is the ghost lamp, on the right is Sawada Tsunayoshi, and behind them stands a large group of people.

Because I have a feeling that in the next second, they will all look at me with a half-smile at the same time. For the sake of my appetite, it is better for me to eat the last bite of coffee jelly first.

Then a familiar figure popped out from the side. Because Yokohama was listed as a restricted area, I hadn’t seen Osamu Dazai for a long time. In fact, Osamu Dazai rarely left Yokohama.

This is probably the first time we met after our conversation about "dreams", and it was after death.

Osamu Dazai said to me with a playful smile: "Hey, Kusuo, what a coincidence, we can still meet after death."

I looked at the last sip of coffee jelly, then at Osamu Dazai, and suddenly felt that the coffee jelly was no longer fragrant.

It is the unappetizing taste of sludge coming out of the cage.

The author has something to say: Tomorrow, I will go to the hospital to get the medicine for this month as usual, but now I have to do the new crown test in the hospital. The throat swab is really uncomfortable, and the QAQ of the nose and throat

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Kola quietly planted mines under Qishen's dessert table =3=