[Comprehensive Wenhao] My God Lord insists that he is an individual

God Zhu Li had a dream.

The horror in the dream was beyond Zhu Li's tolerance, like a storm that swept in, crushing the spiritual value of the god Zhu Li without mercy, so that after the black-haired boy woke up, he instinctively searched for him immediately. The trace of the lover, want to confirm the other party's safety.

Chuya-chan... Chuya-chan Chuya-chan!

Zhu Li fell off the bed with weak hands and feet, and stumbled to open the door of the study.

At this time, Zhong Yuanzhong was also having a video conversation with his subordinates.

Recently, his workload has been a bit scary. In addition to the work within the responsibilities of the cadres, he has gradually begun to take over some documents of the leadership nature.

Although there are only marginal materials at present, it is clear that, as the current leader of PortMafia, Mori Ogai has indeed started the inheritance and cultivation preparations on the schedule.

Therefore, when Zhu Li pushed open the door of the study with a look of panic on his face, the young man who was becoming more and more calm showed surprise in front of his subordinates for the first time.

Zhu Li, who has never been interested in the real world, would take the initiative to disturb the work of Chuya Zhongyuan, which is very unusual in itself.

In the video, the subordinate who was recounting the information wisely cut off the communication, and decided to call after half an hour...well, three hours later.

And the Central Plains is also here.

"...Zuri?"

Zhong Yuan Zhong also subconsciously raised his hand to catch the young man who was pounced on him. Almost immediately, the man realized that the man in his arms was not in the right mood.

——Under the palm, the boy's back was shaking violently. The exaggerated frequency was like a hypothermia patient in the Arctic Circle. One couldn't help but suspect that the boy would shake all his bones to pieces.

"What happened, Juri?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also patted the boy's back lightly with one hand, trying to touch Zhu Li's face, but in the end he touched the cold sweat on the palm of his hand.

Shenshang Zhuli raised his head, revealing his dark eyes that were out of focus.

At this moment, the young man was falling into extreme fear, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and the hair on both sides of his cheeks was soaked, his thin lips were trembling, and even his teeth were chattering.

Nakahara Chuya's pupils shrank.

This is the first time that Chuya Zhongya saw Zhu Li's terrified appearance - even during the battle of gods, the black-haired boy had never shown such out-of-control emotions.

"Don't be afraid, Juli, calm down."

"I am here."

Zhong Yuanzhong also suppressed his shock and comforted his lover: "Come on, tell me slowly what you saw."

"I……"

Shenshang Zhuli clenched the shirt on Nakahara Chuya's chest tightly until his nails turned white.

Different emotions such as fear, anger, and pain flashed in Zhu Li's out-of-focus pupils. Finally, the boy closed his eyes forcefully and took a few trembling deep breaths to suppress the confusion in his heart.

"I saw..."

Shenshang Zhuli forced himself to speak, at first he failed, and only made a few breathy sounds, but after opening and closing his mouth a few times, the boy finally found his own voice.

"I saw... Chuya-chan, you—"

"You are in the laboratory, pierced by huge stakes, on the wall, they shock you, inject you with medicine, make you give up your personality..."

Zhong Yuanzhong was also stunned.

The study room was very quiet, only the boy's dry voice echoed in the air.

In the dream, 16-year-old Zhongye's painful cry still echoed in Zhu Li's mind.

A large amount of electric current flowed into Zhongya through the wound, and ran away like an invisible thunder snake... The pain that seemed to tear every blood vessel in the body and evaporate every drop of blood appeared before Zhu Li's eyes again.

The black-haired boy's eyes were blurred, and tears kept gushing from his eyes and hit the back of Nakahara Chuya's hand. He was breathing hard, but he spoke incoherently.

"Chuya-chan, shrine maidens, shrine maidens don't have useless dreams..."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry Chuya-chan, I can only watch, I can't do anything, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Shenshang Zhuli was sobbing, apologizing over and over again.

But even he didn't know why he was apologizing.

"Idiot, what does this have to do with you—"

The young man with red hair sighed, supported the back of Zhu Li's head with his big palm, and pressed the crying boy into his arms.

*****

In fact, Nakahara never mentioned what happened when he was 16 years old to the god Zhu Li, and after that, he didn't plan to talk about it with the boy.

It's not that it's hard to say, and Zhongyuan Zhong simply feels that it's already a past event, so there's no need to mention it specifically.

What's more, if you really tell Zhu Li, there will be no good results.

—Look at what he said, it was just a fragment, and this is what the fool has become.

The red-haired young man looked at the crying lover, and helplessly wiped away his tears with the palm of his hand.

Looking back now, what happened at the age of 16 was like an unstoppable storm to Chuya Nakahara.

【Fate Whispers to the Warriors: You Cannot Resist the Storm】(①)

[Warrior whispers to fate: I am the storm] (①)

Verlaine, his important partner who died, and the experiment imposed on him, recalled at this moment, even a little bit of rejoicing thought in Zhongya Zhongya's heart.

Luckily some idiot wasn't there.

Fortunately, at that time, Yokohama had no trace of Kamami Shuri.

Verlaine believed that it was the members of the gang who bound him with useless feelings, so he, the "brother", killed them as easily as cutting the control lines behind a puppet, one by one, neatly.

All the members of his [Young Generation Group] are among them.

Partner Osamu Dazai is also on the list to be cleared.

Even Shirase, who used to be a sheep, is no exception.

However, Verlaine probably never discovered that there was a more important existence that had never appeared on his list.

Because at that time, Kamaka Shuri [did not exist].

No, not completely absent.

Zhong Yuanzhong also recalled in a trance, the figure that last appeared in his hallucination when he was injected with a large amount of poison, confession agent and hallucinatory drugs.

In the hallucination, it was Dazai Osamu's annoying voice at first.

【So how many times have I said that, Chuya?It is a mistake for you to appear in this world. Like me, what is the point of enduring such pain and clinging to a false life? 】(①)

Then there are the pianist, dumb bird, cold-blooded, publicity officer, and surgeon——

The companion killed by Verlaine appeared in front of him.

【We died because of your special birth, but we didn't resent you for it.We are the mafia, and we have long been aware of life and death. 】(①)

Then came Shirase, the sheep who betrayed him.

Finally, finally, it all went away.

At that time, the 16-year-old Zhong Yuan also vaguely sensed that something was wrong. Even in the hallucination, there appeared a scene that Zhong Yuan knew was absolutely impossible.

A black-haired boy who had never seen him before looked at him with a smile, his ruby-like pupils sparkled with light.

At that time, he was dubbed the "Gem King". He was in charge of the first gem trade, and he could tell at a glance that even the finest gems he handled couldn't compare to the pair in front of him.

【Hello, I am 【——】, your future best friend. 】

[Chuya-chan, I can't tell you what other people think, but in my opinion, monsters, you are my important family. 】

[Chuya-chan, let's go to the summer festival together! 】

The eight-year-old self was carried and ran on the shoulders of a boy he had never seen before. The red-haired child had a shameful and angry expression, and it was hard to believe that it had vividly appeared on his face.

He tried his best to open his eyes wide, dragged the iron spikes on his wrists, and involuntarily moved closer, wanting to take a look——

See the boy's face clearly.

Fortunately, until the end of the hallucination, the non-existent boy finally met his sight—as if he really saw him, the boy's expression instantly became very bad.

The other party rushed forward, trying to save him, but was firmly blocked by a layer of glass. No matter how hard the impact was, this layer of barrier never wavered.

The boy looked at him with red eyes, looking at him as if he was about to cry.

[Yes, I'm sorry...Yes...At least power...for you...]

According to the shape of his mouth, he barely read the other party's words.

The palm of the black-haired boy was stuck to his face through the glass. It seemed that something was flowing into his body through the glass, like a warm stream, bubbling through damaged blood vessels and broken internal organs.

The black beast [Huang Ba spit] in the depths of his consciousness also raised its neck comfortably, stretched its body, and let out a joyful neighing.

N, the experimenter who played with his life said that the barbarian in his body has its own consciousness, but respects his will miraculously, and is willing to be bound in this artificial container.

At this moment, Zhong Yuan also vaguely understood why [Huang Ba spit] respected his wishes.

【Ah... so he is—】

The black-haired boy disappeared. He woke up from the hallucination and saw Verlaine.

Verlaine said to him,

【Be angry, Chuya.Be angry at an unfair fate.Get angry at the research institute that plays with life.This anger will help you find your life back. 】

【Take back your own life with your own hands, Chuya.Or, do you want to go back to being a guinea pig with numbers as code? 】(①)

How can it be?

He sneered, stood up and held Verlaine's hand.

But he didn't intend to tell Verlaine that he saw it. In the depths of his consciousness, there was a locked treasure box, which contained something important——

Intuition told him that it was his blood, his life,

—the proof of his manhood.

*****

In the study room, the boy who was tired from crying fell asleep again in the arms of the young man.

"Don't cry, Juri. It's not like you can't do anything."

Zhong Yuanzhong also patted the boy on the back, whispering softly.

The young man lowered his head slightly, took the young man's left hand, and kissed the young man's ring finger.

You are my blood, my life, my being, the proof.

Under the orange light, the ring on the young man's ring finger shone gently under the light.

This ring is engraved with the pattern of toon, and there is a small sentence engraved on the inside of the ring. After zooming in, it is the flower language of toon——

【My fate is in your hands. 】

The author has something to say:

Cough, this chapter can be regarded as a supplement to Chuya's 16-year-old period.

At the age of 15, he also joined the port. At the age of 16, Verlaine arrived. At the age of 18, the timeline of the dragon war is probably like this

To put it simply, Zhu Li returned to the 16-year-old Zhongye carelessly through a dream, and was taken away by N for an experiment, and then solved a doubt that Chuya had at that time... Although, although there is memory killing, there is also sugar! (guilty.jpg

Cough, at the end there is a sprinkling of sugar and a spoof episode

A little serious, and then really sweet back (as expected of me!

①

The detailed original work is in Bungou Stray Dog's new novel "STORMBRINGER", Xiaopozhan has the translation of the up master, and it is currently updated to Chapter 3.

But promise me! ! !promise me! ! ! ! !

Before you are mentally prepared, absolutely!right!No!want!go!look! !

My generation just clicked on it stupidly, and then was tortured into a trance all day, and my heart was broken into scum.

Ahhhhh!Asagiri, you have no heart!No heart! (biting a handkerchief and howling.jpg

②

Mountain camellia, in Wenye's official setting collection, is the companion flower of Zhongya in the Central Plains. The flower language is "my fate is in your hands"

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