The white moonlight is my vest

Someone immediately raised a question: "Thousands of years ago?"

Gojo Satoru looked around the surrounding scenery with great interest, and poked the leaves on the tree curiously to make sure it wasn't virtual.He looked around, pulled Zenyuan Shangye past him, put his hand on his shoulder, ignored Chanyuan Shangye's increasingly fierce eyes, and said in a low voice:

"Shangya, how about we climb a thousand-year-old tree?"

Not to mention that Wujo Wu's "lowering his voice" was a bit watery, and none of the people present was not hard of hearing, so they could hear Wujo Wu's words clearly.Zenyuan Shang also pushed his head away expressionlessly: "Climb by yourself, no one cares about you."

Gojo Satoru: "...that's too much, Shangya!"

The supervisor didn't mean to explain, and it seemed that it didn't matter whether they believed it or not.He turned around and turned his back to the crowd, the moonlight kissed his long silver hair gently, and the occasional breeze in the forest blew his hair mischievously.His fingers moved to the position of the face, and with a little force, he took off the fox mask.

It was as if some magic switch had been pressed.

The familiar black and white distorted grid reappeared around everyone, but this time it was different.Edogawa Ranbo opened his eyes, and found that at some point, Tsushima Onuki was being sent farther and farther away from them by the distorted black and white squares under his feet.

These black and white squares undoubtedly play the role of space transmission.

It's not good news that Tsushima Onuki is alone, Dazai Osamu's face suddenly paled, and he subconsciously wanted to lift his leg across these squares and grab Tsushima Onuki's hand.But Tsushima Fuki shook his head at him from afar, with a very calm and restrained voice:

"Don't come here, Xiuzhi."

Osamu Dazai was stunned for a moment, he almost forgot Tsushima Fuki's appearance, maybe it was because Tsushima Fuki had always been very gentle in front of him... It was just such a moment of trance, he had already lost touch with Tsushima Wen Shu's figure was nowhere to be seen.

Edogawa Ranpo patted Osamu Dazai on the shoulder: "He will be fine."

After hearing Edogawa Ranpo's affirmation, Dazai Osamu not only did not relax, but became more nervous.But now is not the time for him to panic, Osamu Dazai took a few deep breaths and then returned to his original state.

Osamu Dazai told himself that he had to trust Tsushima Fuki, he probably had some plan.

But he has a plan, why didn't he tell the detective agency...even Dazai Osamu didn't know?

Igarashi Kaede had considered for a long time what form the "game" should take.

From the location of the game alone, it cannot happen in a densely populated area.If these vests really fight, losses will be inevitable, and innocent people may lose their lives.This is not what Igarashi Feng wants, and this is a game controlled by a "god", so it is natural to improve the style and add a little mystery.But what happens after that... that's none of Igarashi Feng's business.

After all, there are always people who have unreasonable thoughts about the power of these vests.

Wait until that time to stand up, then Igarashi Feng is not deliberately destroying social public property.

At that time, Igarashi Feng asked the system: "At the beginning, you said that the game and my world are integrated, right?"

Before the system answered, he added himself: "In a sense, the copy in the game has become the real past. Since the game can be integrated with the world, why can't it be separated from the world?"

It's just a...fantastic idea.

But it's very Igarashi Kaede's style.

He continued: "It may be a bit difficult to realize this, but it provided me with a way to succeed. I mean—" the gold flowing in his eyes was like a flame, "This is a game, so the game has data. Why not Take these data out and make a new copy?"

System: "...The host means to re-simulate the copy based on the original data and use it as the location of the 'game'?"

This may sound far-fetched, but it's not impossible.Even because it is a simulated copy, it will not have any impact on reality.

"Well, that's it."

Igarashi Kaede casually glanced at the main body, and unexpectedly found that Oda Sakunosuke, who had been following the main body, had mixed into the summer training of the Hyotei Tennis Club and became a partner trainer.With Oda Sakunosuke's skills, no sport is too difficult for him.He withdrew his gaze, and now the body should be as far away from these anomalies as possible.Even if Osamu Dazai has doubts about the main body, but due to the many things at hand, he can only ask Oda Sakunosuke to help watch it for a while.

... In fact, so what if he doubted it?

Anyway, there is no evidence, this feeling of walking on the edge of a cliff is pretty good.

"...the system can do it for the host."

The mechanical sound of the system still has no ups and downs.

This is not difficult for the system. First of all, it personally operated the "integration of games and reality".Not to mention that with the improvement of the synchronization of Igarashi Feng's vest, the power is further liberated.Even if Igarashi Feng hasn't awakened yet, it doesn't matter, the system can temporarily use some of his powers on his behalf...but I still have to ask Igarashi Feng to nod his permission first.

When the system was processing the copy data, it suddenly thought of something.

Is Arashi Kaede really not awakened at all...?

within the copy.

The space teleportation didn't last long, and soon everything was settled.After those so-called black and white squares disappeared, Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows, and found that he was no longer in the forest before.

He is now lying on a bed, and I have to say that he is quite comfortable... But there is no one around Gojo Wu, let alone Chanyuan Shangye.

No wonder the supervisor didn't limit the number of so-called "assistants" at all. Anyway, entering the dungeon would be disrupted, people's hearts would change, and it might not be the case that the original assistants would turn back.Among the "rules" read out by the supervisor, there is no restriction on rebellion.

But this does not include Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru lifted the quilt and sat up, looking around the room.

The quilt I just touched feels rough, and I don't know how many patches have been applied.Rather than saying that there are windows on the wall, it is better to say that two holes were cut in the wall for ventilation.The wooden table was simple, and when it was blown by the night wind, it immediately made a sound of being overwhelmed, which made people feel that it would be scattered in the next second.

Wutiaowu: "..."

Ah this.

As the long-awaited millennium genius of the Gojo family, Gojo Satoru has never experienced what it feels like to be short of money since he was born.The current situation was quite novel to him, Gojo Satoru tore off his clothes.

He raised his eyebrows: "Even the clothes are changed into those of the corresponding era?"

But even if it was worn on Gojo Satoru, the clothes looked too loose, even half of his shoulders were exposed.But what surprised Gojo Satoru was that although the previous clothes were gone, the sunglasses were still there. The moment "Six Eyes" saw this room, it automatically imported the information into Gojo Satoru's mind.He whistled and quickly put on his sunglasses.

All this is not made of magic, but it is not real either.The complexity behind it, even the "Six Eyes" can't fully analyze it.

Is this the power of the so-called "God"?

Gojo Satoru touched his chin.

I haven't figured out how to win this game yet. Could it be that I want to kill all the remaining people?In fact, it is not impossible, but it will be a little rough, and it will be troublesome after going out... After all, the current players and assistants are involved in too many forces.

"Wait," he suddenly thought of something, "how did you change my clothes?"

Gojo Satoru was convinced that his consciousness was always clear, and no one could change his clothes under the eyes of Gojo Satoru... Gojo Satoru's eyes gradually became serious.

He is thinking about a problem.

Since his clothes have been changed, should Chanyuan Shangya's clothes be...?

Wait, that's not okay—

You know, he hasn't even seen it!And this kind of move really won't be included in the scope of 18x!

He must have a good talk with the person in charge of this game!

However, the only person in charge he can think of now is the so-called "supervisor", and Gojo Satoru still doesn't know where this supervisor is hiding now... But it's not a big problem, after all, the supervisor should be there all the time. Monitoring them, one can definitely see what Gojo Satoru is doing now.

Then it's easy to handle.

Gojo Satoru pushed the door open, and the old wooden door was as fragile as it looked.He didn't even have to use much force, and the door fell to the ground, announcing the end of its life.

Gojo Satoru shrugged his shoulders, stepped on the dead body by the wooden door and walked out of the house without looking away.It was just that when he was going out, his pace paused a little.Gojo Satoru glanced at the back of the house inexplicably, as if he was afraid of disturbing something, he immediately looked away.

This house should not be far from the first location when they first came to this instance.Looking around, there are mountains and plains of green, and the gate is not so clear under the curtain of night, and it even feels a little more gloomy.The moon didn't know when it was covered by the clouds, only a corner was exposed, as if it was covering for something.

Not only that, but this house is the only one among these hills, which sits halfway up the mountain.

"Supervisor," Gojo Satoru folded his arms, and began to mutter into the air while standing like this, with a bit of earnestness, and even seemed to be a good example of a teacher, "Do you have a superior? Oh, by the way, you are under the command of 'God' Are you a member of the "God" of yours who accepts complaints? This kind of opening is definitely not good, no matter what, you can't separate Shang Ye from me, right?"

Gojo Satoru looked serious: "Oh, by the way, you guys still take off the player's clothes without permission? Are you guys playing this kind of 18x game? It's too much!"

This is a copy created by the system. Igarashi Feng can control everything, so he can naturally hear what Gojo Satoru said to the air: "..."

For a moment, he didn't know whether it was Wutiao Wu's serious face or Wutiao Wu's magical brain circuit...

In fact, the so-called clothes are just virtual data in the dungeon.It was all because Gojo Satoru thought too much, and Igarashi Feng didn't mess with the clothes at all.After all, no matter how you say it, he still has no hobbies in this area.

"...I said, are you too noisy?"

As soon as Gojo Satoru heard this voice, the corners of his mouth immediately curled up.Gojo Satoru turned his head and saw that Zenin Shangya was wearing a simple white kimono, his long black hair was neatly tied into a ponytail, and a few strands of hair rested against his cheek restlessly.

The monk of the Chanyuan also showed some irritability on his face: "Do you know how to write the word quiet? Enlightenment?"

The smile on Gojo Satoru's mouth deepened quietly.

"I don't know," he said confidently, "Can you teach me?"