The correct way to deal with multiple personalities

01.

Mo Jun is the adopted son of [Master Naley] abducted from a certain world on a certain day in a certain year, and he is the kind who happily counts the money for him after being sold.

But instead of waiting to starve to death in an empty world, this new world is a paradise.

...except that his adoptive father was doing his best to die.

Until he actually died.

02.

"Bang bang bang-"

Wearing sound-proof headphones and holding the gun in a standard posture, Mo Jun finished firing all the bullets, threw the headphones away, and was kicked in the shin by Miss Eve just as he was about to leave.

"Set it up before you go, sloppy."

"Yes yes yes - oh stop kicking! I was wrong!"

After placing the earphones properly, I stood on tiptoe and tapped my heel lightly, and the hidden roller skating popped up instantly, and walked away amidst Miss Eve's roar of "not allowed to practice roller skating in the corridor".

These are roller skates specially designed for me to supplement my lack of mobility. Mo Jun thought, if I don't play now, I will wait when.

Passing by Captain America along the way, he made a special turn and came back to say hello.

"Hi Captain! Want to have lunch together?"

"Huh? I just ate with Tony."

"Oh, okay." Mo Jun shrugged, turned around the captain very nimbly, and slid back to the cafeteria.

As a result, what is the correct life of Agent Mo Jun?Practice marksmanship, go out on missions to uphold justice, regularly molested the captain every day, and occasionally dropped Eve's special desserts.

When passing by the lounge, Mo Jun paused, opened his own cabinet, and looked inside - that bastard father took a selfie while pulling his young self, this is the only thing that can be used to miss him.

And such a funny photo is used as a posthumous photo, which is simply against the table.

He thought about it, at least he had to get a photo of him with a serious expression.

So he cautiously gave up his lunch and opened the door of the lounge.

03.

Opposite the door is a woman in—a kimono?The young lady smiled and asked the doorman why she couldn't enter the bar.

……What is rhythm?

He came a little closer and looked at that familiar smile. The young lady turned her head and looked at him. She still had the same crooked smile, but she uttered a sentence, a sentence that almost choked Mo Jun to death.

"You smell a lot like a caramel macchiato."

04.

It must be the wrong way for me to open the door.

05.

Reopening again, he doesn't have to face the entanglement of whether it is better to be a foster mother or a foster father. The guy opposite is looking up at the clouds on the roof, and he doesn't bow his head when he hears someone approaching.

"Yo, here you come."

The guy was talking lazily, his head was already out of the protective range of the railing, and the back of his head was facing a large area of ​​ruins and gunpowder smoke.

I shouldn't be standing here.

Mo Jun reminded himself repeatedly - I can't...

"Why on earth are you doing this?"

He heard himself asking a question in a dry voice.

The adoptive father looked down abruptly, almost breathed a sigh of relief, "What, it's you."

"……Who are you waiting for?"

"Oh, you know."

"……"I don't understand!

Seeing his adoptive father continue to look up at the cloud with a reckless expression on his face, Mo Jun inexplicably remembered that inappropriate exaggerated smile on his face when he collected his adoptive father's body.

"what are you laughing at?"

"--kindness?"

The adoptive father snorted and took the watch to respond. He looked down, and some icy smiles of unknown meaning filled his eyes.

"I don't care for any reason, human. Get off my turf."

——It was the first time that Mo Jun realized that when someone smiles, it doesn't mean they are happy.

06.

When I met him again, I saw him sitting against the corner, laughing while flipping through a book.

Looking at the book he was flipping through, Mo Jun's heart sank.

I knew this guy was ignorant, and he didn't know how to read famous books.

But reading my own origin story as a joke is really too much...

So Mo Jun didn't even say hello, and opened a new door again.

...he wasn't sure where he was going, but he knew he could see his adoptive father at a glance.In order to take a posthumous photo, Mo Jun began to pick and choose in countless worlds, looking at Master Naley of all periods with his own eyes, but still did not take a photo.

It wasn't just about spending more time with her adoptive father.

It's just that, remembering that my adoptive father in that world has died, the person who killed him has another nightmare content; I feel that I am so lucky to be able to travel through space, and I can't help but want to show it off.

07.

But when he found out that he couldn't find his way back to the space he was in, he couldn't really laugh.

"I'm really like what the professor said—was he leading me to ruin?" Mo Jun, who was dying but not dead, couldn't help but muttered to himself.

08.

Finally, he saw the little boy, tilting his head, looking at him with blue eyes.

"Well, how are you?"

No I'm totally fine.

He didn't even realize he said it.

He knew he couldn't participate in his adoptive father's childhood; he could only reach after his adoptive father's encounter with Logan—when a monster had a heart.

Looking into the child's blank eyes, he thought of the reason almost instantly.

He heard Professor X talking in his mind, but he denied it before he finished listening; when he was sure that he in this space could not be taken away from his own world and came here, he was expelled from this space.

【You shouldn't be here. 】

In the pure white, Mo Jun pushed his glasses pretending to be calm, and he heard the deep voice of God: 【You found out, I should erase you. ] "Are you a god?"

【certainly. 】

"It's you who made my adoptive father, who killed his dearest relatives, go mad?"

[It's also me, the adoptive father who made you desperate want to look for you across time. 】God continued without even pausing.

Mo Jun was speechless.

【I don't control anything, I just watch. 】

God said, the voice is still cold.

[That was his choice - not to let other souls occupy his sister's body, to let guilt drive him crazy, to kill his own parents. 】【I just exchanged with him and gave him strength. 】

"Did you provide the murder weapon—"

[Don't try to bind God with different rules.God said it was not God's fault. ] "..."

He felt powerless for a while.

[You want to know, what happened to your adoptive father? 】

"...Ah, yes."

[Go and see, I am also waiting for his ending in this world, I allow you to participate. ] 08.

"Mo Xiaojun, sometimes you can't ask too many questions."

He looked at his father's smile—a fake smile, squinting to hide the immobility of the muscles around the eyebrows, and his laughter was deliberately exaggerated so that it seemed real.

He watched him stand up, finally let go of the young disguise, he saw the black hole behind his adoptive father.

"I made a bet with it, if anyone brings it up," the smile exaggerated, "I'll go and eat him all."

He watched his adoptive father sway away, and the music was deafening from somewhere—it was obviously not Miuzek who was using his body, and the frantic music poured out.

(i'mdrunk

我 醉 了

is supposing

i guess so

ifitlookslikei'mlaughing

i'm really just asking to leave.

I'm actually just asking to leave

thisalone, you're in time for the show that's all, your show time is here

you're the one thatineed you're the one I need

i'mtheonethatyouloathe and i'm the one you hate

youcanwatchmecorrodelikeabeastinrepose you can watch me corrupt like a quiet beast

causeiloveallthepoison cause i love all poisons)

Watching the child's body elongate while shaking - his arms became thinner, but they were still elongated regardless of the master, and even reproduced the black wisp and unique hairstyle again.

He's crazy.

Mo Jun thought, he was indeed crazy, maybe he was also gambling; maybe he was wondering if he could kill himself before facing Logan.

He felt tears slide down his cheeks.

He knew that he couldn't save his adoptive father, as if his adoptive father pulled himself out of the world where there was only one person.

09.

"Hi." I looked at him, he was biting his cigarette calmly, and stared back without any doubt, so I raised my eyebrows, "As a result, you already knew."

"You are probably the only one who can laugh so fake in the whole world."

"WOW! My ego is seriously hurt."

I approached slowly, and clasped the back of his head with my skinny hands.

A belated kiss.

10.

Rubbing, licking.

The outpouring of intense emotion almost got my blood flowing again.

I was still not satisfied until his emotions were completely wiped out.

hunger.

Hungry Hungry Hungry Hungry Hungry Hungry Hungry Hungry Hungry Hungry Hungry Hungry Hungry Hungry Hungry Hungry Hungry Hungry Hungry Hungry Hungry Hungry, hungry, hungry, hungry, hungry, hungry, hungry, hungry, so hungry, I want to eat it, like a little bit hungry. tasty--

Hands raised uncontrollably.

"Snapped."

A crisp finger snap.

The uncle gritted his teeth and struggled to close his eyes.

Omg.

It's so delicious, how could it be possible to put it down after one bite?

Grab them all—and eat them all.

11.

Mo Jun frantically opened and closed the door, trying to find the adoptive father who ran away with an idiot face.

Until he opened a door, the scumbag in the door kissed the sleeping person vigorously. Uncle Wolf was obviously hypnotized and was still having a nightmare—he jumped up and beat the scumbag head of.

Without warning, the scum fell to the ground and passed out.

Until Mo Jun tried his best to wake up the Wolverine in his nightmare, and watched him step on the back of the scum several times fiercely in a moment of rage - completely deserved.

"What kind of shit is this!" Logan yanked his wrist violently after stepping on it, and there was a tense voice - Mo Jun looked over, and black lines instantly appeared.

Logan was handcuffed to the wall with one wrist.

"Shit!" Finding that the chain is completely impenetrable—substance that even Mandrake metal can't do anything about, enough of you scum—Wolverine is going crazy.

Mo Jun stared at the chain for a long time, looked down at his adoptive father who was short of breath but did not open his eyes and pretended to be unconscious, and sighed.

"...Since you should also be considered my adoptive father?" He pointed to the wall.

"...Damnit!" Wolverine cursed after calming down, dug the chain off the wall in twos and twos, picked up the scum who was still pretending to be unconscious, "Take me to Charles."

The author has something to say:

The Sharpest Lives

The title of the song in the text, like it

——And after coding this chapter, I feel that I have a thick skin (secretly tell me how much fat you have gained after subtracting the two ounces of skin)

PS: Logan is usually called Charleschuck, but I'm afraid readers won't understand, how about a more formal one?