Youren, I will raise you with a trumpet!

The guy behind him had already been punched hard, but he still followed behind him.

The black-haired boy with his black-blue cheeks and swollen eye sockets stepped firmly one step away from Knotabagi Yujin.

After getting off the ferris wheel, it must have been two or three days. This guy didn't treat his wound, and he didn't leave once. Knotabagi Yuhito went from being terrified at the beginning to now calm and composed.

"How long are you going to follow me?"

Finally, he stopped and looked back at the boy who stopped at the same time.

Youren's tone was very helpless: "Although it's bad to beat you up at first, don't you really need to deal with it?"

He pointed to the boy's eyes. After a few days, the injury became more and more swollen, looking a little scary.

Black-haired boy: "You can't leave here."

It was still Tsurue Kentaro's face, still lifeless, like a programmed robot.

Youruto misses Tsurue a little bit.

'I don't know what happened to Kentaro...'

He came back to his senses, looked at the man with a firm tone in front of him, and sighed deeply.

Speaking of which, this guy is also troublesome.

In the past two days, except for the black-haired boy, Katsuobu Yuren didn't see anyone else.It was as if there was no one else in this world except him and himself.

There's food, there's shops, everything that exists in the real world is here, except some lives... some people.

There is also a guy who has been following and never giving up so that he can stay.

This feeling made Yuzu Yuhito feel inexplicably uncomfortable - as if he was trapped in an exquisite cage with patterns.

Here, he doesn't need to worry about survival, because there is no price for anything here, and he can do what he wants, except talking to other people.

It's only been two days, and Hisen has already become a little depressed.

Even his attitude towards the black-haired boy was slightly better.

But he still resists the boy talking to him with his boyfriend's face.

Through this long path, the front is my home in this world.

Knotabagi Youroto walked forward quickly, ignoring the people behind him.

The name plate of [Kumizhang Family] is still hanging well, the plants in the small courtyard are growing luxuriantly, and moss is dotted on the slightly heavy rockery.

The traditional Japanese-style buildings are much shorter than the modern high-rise buildings, but they give Youruhito a familiar and close feeling.

He pressed his right hand on the wooden sign and stroked the notch on it.

Obviously, no one was in the house.

He opened the door and walked up to his own room on the second floor. The familiar things inside made his nose sore.Youren hasn't been home for a long time. After his grandfather knew what he was doing now, in order not to worry him, he moved to the house of an old store manager he was familiar with in Chinatown.Usually when you call him, you can hear the sound of mahjong on the other side.

Of course, compared to the impatient but intimate voice of disgust on the phone, what Yuzu Yuhito felt in this false world and in this false home was boundless coldness.

He walked to the window, and there was still a book of physics test questions that had not been written in a few strokes on the desk on the window sill.The voice and appearance of the physics teacher who hates iron and steel is resembling.

Knotweed Yuren: "..."

No, this can not be recalled for the time being.

He smiled helplessly, then raised his eyes.

"……what happened?"

Through the wide open window, Yuzu Yuhito sees the deserted open space opposite.

"Where's Kentaro's house?"

He turned his head abruptly, but the black-haired boy had long since disappeared.

' gone. '

The person who had been with him for two days suddenly disappeared, Hisen had a bad feeling.

However, at this time, a familiar voice came from downstairs——

"Youren! Hurry down and pick up your things, are you the grandson or am I the grandson!"

Grandpa's voice came from downstairs, and then, there was another mobile phone on the desk where only physical books were placed.

The phone rang, and after he subconsciously answered it, the voice of the senior and senior sister came from inside.

"Kumba, today is your graduation ceremony, why don't you come?"

graduation……?

He instinctively felt something was wrong, then raised his head and looked at the window again.The opposite side is no longer a deserted open space, but there is no single Japanese-style house either.

Only gray and white walls.

In this world, everyone is back.

...except Tsurue Kentaro.

**

Consciousness sank deeply, as if there was no end to it.The body looked very heavy, as if it had been poured with ten thousand catties of cement and sank into an abyss that would never be restored.

When He Jiang woke up again, it was in ruins.

The crushed stones under his body made his back hurt, He Jiang struggled to get up, and the small wounds were cut on his hands by the crushed stones.

He seemed to be in the middle of the battlefield, surrounded by large pits, and the floor was full of tiny cracks.

It wasn't until He Jiang stood up that he realized how brutal the battle was.

There wasn't any blood, and there wasn't too much fighting damage, but the air in this open space was filled with gunpowder smoke unique to the battlefield.He Jiang subconsciously frowned.

He looked around and walked in a random direction.

The scope of this pit is very large. After walking for about five or six minutes, I slowly groped to the edge.

... This is a station, and not just inside the station.

Through the fault, the interior of the coffee shop on the second floor can be seen, while the other side is the commercial street in the city center.

Dead trees and still functioning traffic lights, pedestrian crossings are not inside the pit, so they are still in good condition.

This is a large area of ​​damage, within which all creatures are destroyed...or even killed.

He Jiang frowned tightly, and continued to move forward with heavy steps.

Finally, he saw the broken street sign.

"..."

"........."

"…………"

The 15-year-old black-haired boy quietly looked at the faintly visible writing on it, and then let the sudden regret erode his brain.

[Shibuya]

Although the GM has learned about what will happen in the future, and also knows how tragic things will happen in the battle of Shibuya, and clearly knows the outcome of the tragedy, but at this moment, Tsurue Kentaro's hands and feet are as cold as if he just crawled out of the ground Same.

Here, countless ordinary people died in an instant.

"...I didn't intend to save the world at first," he said suddenly, not knowing who to listen to, "because I later learned that there are many people like me who will die in the future , so I overestimated my capabilities and came up with the idea of ​​wanting to save everyone."

"Later, I knew that I was not an ordinary person I thought I was. I used to have great power. Therefore, the later me thought that I would definitely save them."

"Although part of me is for Yuren, part of it is for ordinary people like me and what I thought I was."

"...You are obviously stronger than me, why didn't you save them?"

I don't know when the person who appeared on the opposite side was exactly the same as He Jiangchang, no, he should be called a god.

Shenhe looked at him quietly, neither sad nor happy.

"I can't save them."

He said: "All foreign enemies are staring at my strength. As long as I take a breath, they can eat me up. I can only let this battle continue."

"Then I thought, instead of being obedient, why not have a big dinner at the end?"

He Jiang: "You never thought of saving them from the beginning to the end."

All excuses.

You have no mercy for this carnage.

"Would you like a creature that hates you?" Shen He asked back, "I used to love them, but love will be consumed by hatred."

"So instead of saving them, let them and I sleep at the end of the world."

"Thank you for meeting Youren." He suddenly sighed with emotion and chuckled, "I suddenly have a little pity for this ungrateful creation world."

He Jiang asked, "What do you want to do?"

Shenhe: "I want you to die."

"In my plan, only the fall of the gods can make this world hidden. Only then can Yuzu Yuhito continue to live."

The eyes of the god who talked about self-destruction remained unchanged, as if he was seriously thinking about the possibility of continuing to implement this plan.

"Tsurue Kentaro, for the rebirth of the world, you have to die."

He condemned himself to death.

"You have to die alone."

**

"Do you want to continue fighting?!"

[Xia Youjie] gasped heavily, and shouted with a ferocious smile: "Is your waist okay!"

[Gojo Satoru], who was stabbed in the back by the sneak attack, twitched the corner of his mouth, and quickly gave him an international friendly gesture.

"Compared to me, you should worry about your hairline!"

[Xia Youjie] with disheveled hair and nearly bald: "..."

Why do we two fellows who can't spell fight so miserably? !

"Fight the monster with bangs again!!" The white-haired man yelled, poking the monster with bangs in the back in an attempt to retaliate.

[Xia Youjie] Blue veins bulge: "I've already told you my name is Xia Youjie, you're a fucking cat!!!"

In the sky, the Second World War is imminent.

**

Under the sky, the engulfment of the black wave is slow, but gradually expanding its scope.

All the members of the Spirit Association were dispatched to comfort the wounded and disaster victims.

The disaster has been going on for a week as the clock ticks.During this week, the world was in a great panic.

Under this kind of headless attack, the researchers from all sides still have no clue about the appearance of monsters and how to repel them.

After the common people had nowhere to complain, they finally noticed the organization that had been appeasing them.

...It has to be said that President Crane's goal has been achieved.

"How long can you hold on?"

Standing above the Pacific Ocean, Foxtail sat on a bench formed by black waves and asked with his hair tilted.

Opposite her was Gojo Satoru who hadn't rested for a week.

Prolonged use of Six Eyes made him look like he was on the verge of collapse.Can't rest, can't recharge, can't do anything.

Foxtail couldn't hurt him, but equally, he couldn't hurt this guy either.

They were in a stalemate, but Gojo Satoru, unable to leave the battlefield, clearly fell below.

"Well, how long can you last?"

After saying these words, Huwei's eyes fluctuated a little.

"Pause the battle, you don't look very good now."

Gojo Satoru: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

His voice was hoarse and low, he raised his head, his pupils constricted.Gojo Satoru couldn't help laughing ferociously, his fingers twitched a little, and he looked a little unwell.

"Why hasn't your so-called god come yet?" He said, "I'm really impatient to wait."

Foxtail frowned: "Hey, you must be stupid...?"

"It's nothing to fight with a fool."

"This sentence returns to you,"

Gojo Satoru looked directly at the man in front of him, and walked towards him step by step: "Could it be that you are too stupid, so,"

"Abandoned by your god?"

"Fool."

The author has something to say: I finally believed in Wujo Wu who was chaotic and supernatural: ... Why hasn't he come here (Maomao is furious.jpg)

感谢在2021-08-3022:57:32~2021-09-0123:03:55期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of salty lime;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!