Youren, I will raise you with a trumpet!

"—You two, did you quarrel?"

Sitting on the hospital bed, Knotabazu Wasuke looked at Tsurue busily helping him with the discharge procedures, and then at his grandson who was packing his luggage beside him.

From the hospital until now, the two children have not spoken.

He stroked his snow-white and unblemished beard, turned his head and said to Youren: "Youren, what did he do?"

"What, what?" Knotabazu Yujin sighed, after tidying up his clothes, he turned around and patted his grandfather, "Everything is packed, let's go home together, Grandpa."

"This side is also finished."

The black-haired boy holding the discharge slip stood at the door of the ward, knocked on the door and signaled.

The eyes of the two met in the air and they were separated.

Knotweed Wasuke: "..."

"You two really had a fight."

"They said that there is no grandpa!"

Youren helped the old man up with a headache, feeling a little helpless.

"Let's go, let's go home together."

**

Knotweed Wasuke knows that although he is annoying (he doesn't want to admit it!), he still cares about his grandson's childhood (after all, he is Youruhito's friend).What's more, the inexplicable appearance of Youren's childhood, in the past few months, seems to be pretty good.

The premise is that he has no bad intentions.

The old man sighed, sitting in his living room, holding a cup of hot tea, watching the two of them move like disjoint parallel lines, bored.

'Stinky boy...'

He took a sip of tea, and the slightly hot tea soothed his stomach.

'If you look at it, there is something...'

There was nothing strange about Tsurue Kentaro's expression, but his grandson Youroto was inexplicably embarrassed and at a loss.

'forget about it. '

The old man who had just been discharged from the hospital thought willfully, and threw the problem to the two young people.

'But is the kid all right? '

He glanced at He Jiang who brought him some snacks.

He Jiang smiled at him: "Please use it."

'It always feels a little weird. '

While Mr. Wazhu was still thinking about something strange, Tsurue had already put on his shoes and was ready to go out.

"Kentaro!"

Upon hearing the noise, Youren rushed out from the kitchen, holding a plate of freshly baked toast in his hand - they picked up grandpa home this morning, and they didn't have time to eat breakfast.

"Where are you going?"

He Jiang: "There's something wrong."

Youruto opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say, so he motioned for him to look at the toast in his hand.

"Eat something before going out..."

"No need." He Jiang smiled, "I'm not hungry."

"I don't need to make lunch for me, I probably..." He thought for a while and set a time, "Maybe I'll come back at night."

'Go that long? '

Youren looked at him for a while, then nodded slowly: "...OK."

**

Knotweed Wasuke: "..."

The old man was sure: it was definitely a quarrel.

**

Walk out of <Knotweed House>

He Jiang paused, changed direction and walked towards the school along the street.

Today is Saturday and the school is closed.

The retractable door of Sugisawa No. [-] High School was tightly closed, and there were people in the guard room staring at it.

He Jiang stood in front of the door without changing his face.

Take a few steps back, run up——

take off!

Land safely.

He Jiang patted the sweater on his body with satisfaction, it was not wrinkled, which was a bonus.

Today he was wearing a dark green thin sweater, sweatpants and sneakers. His casual attire made He Jiang look a little lazy.

The yellow sticky note in his hand loomed with the movement, and was finally caught between the index finger and middle finger.

"Tsurue Kentaro"

'fantastic. '

He Jiang had to say that after this death, he became more and more proficient in controlling this ability.

Just tearing off this sticky note can make people disappear in an instant.

terrible,

But interesting.

He smiled slightly.

"Next..."

He strolled to the side of the playground, and there were still traces of Hisato's miracles on the football frame not far away.

"It's just 'watching'."

Put the index finger, middle finger, and ring finger of the right hand together, and press slightly firmly under the right eye.

In an instant, He Jiang's pure black right pupil saw the yellow post-it notes that popped out layer upon layer!

All the items were tagged and displayed in front of He Jiang like goods.

In addition to the original buildings of the school, there are still some residual traces of magic power here.

'It seems that the High School of Conjuration still sent people to clean up the curse spirits attracted by Su Nuo's fingers. '

'But is it a first grader?Tsk. '

He Jiang was speechless with disdain.

'If Youren is let out, he will be squeezed to the point where there is no value left. '

Turning his feet, he left the playground.

With the naked eye and the camera unable to see himself, Tsurue came to an empty classroom calmly.

'—3, 2, 1. '

【Kentaro! ! 】

After the countdown stopped, a voice belonging to the GM emerged from his mind.

He looked very flustered, and the colorful flower body that appeared out of nowhere was scrambling in a hurry.

[The data department said you lost contact, are you okay? ! 】

"It's okay." The black-haired boy leaned against the hard desk and chair, looked down at his hands, and flipped a yellow sticky note that the GM couldn't see.

"I want to see what happened in Act [-]." He said suddenly, "Well... that's what you call 'game plot'."

Those inevitable, heavy casualties, the game plot.

The GM keenly felt that something was wrong with the current "Tsurue Kentaro", and he hesitated.

"……now?"

He Jiang: "Now."

**

There are more than 100 episodes, and a whole season of animation, plus many copies of the official website game.

Within an hour, Tsurue Kentaro received all the information.

Learned everything.

Something that wasn't obvious, even confusing, came to light.

"Is that so..." He laughed lowly, "I didn't want to remind me of it, did you follow the previous plan?"

GM: [What? 】

He was a little uneasy.

Yuzu Yujin, who was in pain and blamed himself in Shibuya, and Yuzu Yuhito, who was in a desperate situation, have never shown a sincere smile since then.

as well as……

"Tsurue Kentaro" who watched with indifference and indifference.

Tsurue as a "god".

He took a deep breath and closed it in his chest.

Oxygen loss, burning inside, and restless throbbing and uncontrollable heart beating—

He spat out slowly.

"GM, go and search for the data that overlaps with Rei Inuzuka among the other 325 abnormal data."

He said: "By the way, you can look back and see what happened here during your absence."

"The data department should have recorded everything, right?"

【Kentaro...】

"I know," he interrupted the GM, "it's not surveillance, it's just a duty."

"It's not a big deal."

He thought to himself, maybe I have done a lot in a week.

【…】

The GM doesn't speak anymore.

**

What are you going to do for the week?

Why should 326 bits of abnormal data be left behind, as well as myself whose memory of Zhoumu was deleted.

He discovered one thing: the guy who stuffed Su Nuo's finger into Youren was one of the abnormal data he created.

why?

He Jiang closed his eyes, feeling the dazzling sunlight sweeping across his eyelids.

Following the sunshine, it seems that everything has been sorted out again.

The self who lost his memory, the post-it notes that cannot be seen by others, the strange magic world, the messy data relationship...

However, the premise is much clearer:

1. Protect Polygonum cuspidatum.

2. Zhoumu is in a desperate situation.

The first is not difficult to understand, the important thing is the second.

Deep in despair.

What kind of impasse?

For a "god" there is no real death - but what if the world he created was to be destroyed?

Let's imagine this:

"God" gave birth to a will, like a newborn, who is extremely curious about creating his own (or being created by himself) world. He created 326 toys to find happiness from their experiences.

But one day, an outsider noticed him, and tried to get him to join his camp in order to fight against his enemies (Tsurue: It should be the official game website of GM).

"God" chose to refuse, so outsiders wanted to kill God, and take his place to control the world.

In desperation, "God" chose to reset the world.

Everything returned to the time when He was not yet born.

All power is restricted by the original rule "balance".

So, how to break the four innings?

If the will of the "God" is born as usual, then the aggression will still come.

"So," He Jiang hoarsely spoke out the conclusion he had drawn, but he couldn't believe it, "He chose to kill his own will..."

No no no no no no...!

What's wrong!

Why? !Why? !

For what reason did a newborn indifferent god choose...to self-destruct?

"God does not die, only the world he created will have..."

"But it's also the other way around. God chooses to destroy himself, and the world under his blessing will never die."

Why……!

"Youren..."

"Knotweed Yuren..."

He Jiang suddenly raised his head.

So what if I choose to reset at the last moment of desperation?At that moment, I met Yuren?

The newborn gods don't know good and evil, but they instinctively hate those who would hurt them.At the moment of desperation, He will not back down, and may use all his strength to counterattack.

But it also means that one's own creations will suffer heavy casualties, or even disappear.

At the last moment, "Tsurue Kentaro" saw the knotweed Yuren.

'Even if you die, let others live...? '

'What a strange fellow. '

The child-like god licked the lollipop, even though he was about to die, he didn't take it seriously, and looked sideways at Yuzu Yujin.

"Hey," he called, "what do you think of me?"

"……what……?"

"I ask you, how do I look?"

Wearing casual attire in white clothes and trousers, but his body was stained with large swaths of bright red, the god who didn't feel anything asked him calmly.

"The world is dying."

"I'm going to die too," he said.

"You too."

"Everyone is going to die," he counted on his fingers, "what I created consciously, and what I created unconsciously, everything, everything, everything,"

"They're all going to die."

Yuzu Yujin looked at him, the scars on his face were obvious, and those brown-red pupils stared at him without blinking.

"...I don't want everyone to die."

"Then let me die, anyway, I was going to die from the beginning." He regained his calm, no, it was as quiet as stagnant water.

"If it keeps everyone alive."

"Tsurue Kentaro": "Hey, okay... what's that word called? Our Lady?"

"Yes, Knotabagi Yujin, hello Holy Mother!" He smiled and clapped his hands.

Two guys in very bad condition looked at each other on the dilapidated battlefield, and they knew what this guy was going to say now.

Everything is fine, let's talk.

Don't make it seem too dead in here.

"I want to go to Ginza's rotating sushi," Yuuhito Katsuobu sat down on the ground, ignoring the dust, "I want to go with Gojo-sensei, Nagasaki, Fuguro, Nanamikai, Maki-senpai, Inumaki-senpai... ..."

"I want to go with everyone in the college."

The white god glanced at the dusty ground with distaste, thought for a while, and sat down next to Knotweed Yujin.

"What about me?"

Knotweed Yujin: "Well... I'll add a pair of chopsticks to you."

"yeah!"

"There is also a small plate of dipping sauce, which is the secret to eating sushi!"

"Oh oh oh!"

He teased the gods around him like he was teasing a child.

"Tsurue Kentaro" eyes lit up when he heard it.

After talking for a while, he slowly stopped.

"How much longer?" Knotabagi Yujin asked.

The god was stunned for a moment, looked dully at his bleeding abdomen, and speculated hesitantly: "It seems to be coming soon."

"Is that so..."

The boy's hand came over, rubbed his hair, and smiled at him: "It's hard work, you have persisted for so long."

"..."

"Listen to me, it must be very hard."

"...It's okay, I don't feel it." Imitating his movements, Shenming stretched out his pale fingertips, and lightly touched the top of the knotweed Yuhito's hair, "I didn't feel it from the beginning."

"Whether it's happiness or pain, you can pretend."

He touched the blood on his abdomen in confusion, and said with a smile, "But I'm learning."

But time is running out.

His cold hand was touched by a hot hand, and pressed on the top of Knotabagi Yuhito's head.

"Is it comfortable?" He blinked and smiled, "I'm well maintained!"

The god also imitated his appearance and smiled foolishly.

"Can I be reincarnated after I die..." He murmured, "I really want to be with everyone,"

"But now I can't do it anymore..."

The god looked at him for a while, then suddenly said, "What do you think of me?"

"Is it selfishness, or arrogance, or—"

"Gentle." Knotabagi Yujin didn't look at him, stared straight ahead, and said, "Very gentle, she has been listening to me and talking to me."

"Tsurue Kentaro": "..."

"Nobody ever said that about me," he said. "All I heard was—"

"My God, why doesn't God bless me!"

"Why should I be treated so unfairly!"

"This kind of rubbish world should be destroyed quickly!"

He imitated a few sentences decently.

Knotaba Yuhito took his hand.

"Don't worry about it, don't listen to it."

"Don't care about those people's words."

"You don't need to be so outstanding, and you don't have to force yourself to be so good."

Knotweed Youruhito: "At least for me, just be an ordinary person."

"Ordinary people?"

"Well, ordinary people."

Even if there is not much wonderful life.

Even if it is ordinary, at this moment, Knotabagi Yuhito feels that this is already very good.

**

The flashed images appeared in He Jiang's mind like a movie.

"..."

"ordinary?"

He looked at the post-it note in his hand.

"Ordinary people".

Is this what "I" expects?

Then why put Youruto in this situation?

**

"I don't believe in coincidence," said the god, "I only believe in my own choices."

"So, I'm going to set a big, big trap."

He shook Knotabagi Yujin, who was about to fall asleep, and let him listen to himself.

"This trap can fulfill Youren's wish, and it can also fulfill my wish."

"Even if it's a bit bumpy," he smiled proudly, "that's my intention."

**

on purpose.

Yes... yes!

He Jiang's eyes lit up.

It was a situation that seemed out of control, but was actually under control.

"Two-faced Nuo" is indeed a huge hazard that is difficult to control in the first week.This put the knotweed Yuren who became his container into a dangerous situation.

but--

What if a bigger threat is created?

The conjurer world will turn its spear from "two-faced Nuo" to "greater threat".

At that time, they will not only keep the "two-faced Nuo" who may compete with them, but may also ask Youren to help them.

And this "bigger threat" is the mutated data that made Youroto swallow his finger.

The sword is slanted, bold, but doable.

However, all of this is a plan based on the fact that Tsurue has no memory of Zhoumu.

Because in the end, Tsurue will die.

Only when Hejiang died, in the eyes of outsiders, this world would also die (in fact, it was bless and invisible), and become worthless.

He Jiang: "..."

After pushing for a long time, it was okay to push myself to death.

But he doesn't want to die now.

So this plan needs to be changed.

Set a small goal: get in touch with that black face——

"The Greatest Threat".

The author has something to say: Tsurue Kentaro's plan is roughly out.

Make a big threat to divert the attention of the magic world.

Let the magic world cry and beg Youren to be the container.

Then let the big threat handle the two-faced Su Nuo.

Then let President Crane protect Youruto from making small moves in the magic world.

Forced by morality, force, and interests.

The conjuration world can't move Youren anymore.

Other data are scattered around the people Hisato wants to protect them.

Then let Hejiang be killed by a big threat in full view of the public, the whole world disappears (actually the god is hidden), and withdraw from the battlefield between outsiders and Xiangsheng Company.

perfect.

But "Tsurue Kentaro" calculated everything, and he didn't calculate that he would fall in love with Yuzu Yujin.

"Tsurue Kentaro": ...Made died gay (bad my plan)

He Jiang: ...you scold me, aren't you scolding yourself? 【There is this—so outrageous】

**

As we all know, I wrote the leave note as a notice board [Holding Tea]

The reason why I didn't update yesterday is because I was delayed by my studies.

This is the sky and the curse that will be in a variety of situations once it is added!

It is irreversible!