Vest life from scratch

Karasuma Renya is about to die.

Even though he spent a lot of money to maintain himself in various ways, and desperately called people to find a way to keep him alive, he couldn't get rid of the God of Death who was chasing after him and waving his scythe desperately.

Whether it is the body that is still shriveled day after day after exercise, or the brain that is getting weaker and weaker when processing documents, it is proof that his time is running out.

Neither fame nor fortune can move death.

In the face of death, all life is equal.

Karasuma Renya is about to die.

Renye Karasuma doesn't want to die yet.

He summoned all the scholars who might have worked for his immortality plan in the Twilight Pavilion in the name of letting them search for the treasure left by his mother, forcing them to think of ways to help him escape death.

In order to conceal his real purpose, he also summoned some detectives and scholars who had nothing to do with the continuation of life, and asked them to search for treasures in the other hall according to the code.

Unfortunately, both failed.

Life was not continued, and treasures were not found.

Furious, Renye Karasuma ordered the bodyguards to force the scholars and detectives to kill each other until there was no scholar or detective left.

Standing in the twilight pavilion where corpses and blood are all over the floor, he felt once again the fragility of human life.The bodyguards, who he considered the most loyal group of hounds in his organization, stayed by his side as always, quietly waiting for orders from their masters.

No one has not noticed that the blood of a certain corpse is flowing along a certain pattern in the ground depression like inexhaustible, and finally forms a complex blasphemy circle on the ground.

The black-haired young man quietly appeared in the center of the magic circle, and slowly opened his dark red eyes that looked like dried blood.

"It's really a beautiful scene that makes people feel happy."

He stared at the tragic situation in front of him, and let out a chuckle that represented a good mood.

The chuckle that belonged to the strange man immediately led to the "swish, shua, shua" gunshots, and the bodyguard vigilantly covered the summoning circle where he was standing at this time with gunshots and bullets.

Unexpectedly, Renye Karasuma, who was still alive, looked over there with a sullen face.

The young man with black hair and bangs and a curly head was smiling slightly, and his dark red eyes, reminiscent of dried blood, had strange heart-shaped bright red pupils in the middle.The snow-white plush sweater and black slacks set off his unusually thin figure, making him look fragile.

But it was such a fragile young man who stood unscathed in the hail of bullets.

The bullets spit out from various gun muzzles carried gusts of hot wind, but they couldn't even shake the ends of his hair and the corners of his clothes.

The tall and slender young man walked out of the summoning formation slowly, and those who tried to stop him were thrown away by invisible and intangible forces. In the end, he had no choice but to let him face the bullet and stand still in front of the immobile Karasuma Renye .

He gently stroked the old man's old face with his right hand like a lover.

Using his eyes as a not-so-clear mirror, Renye Karasuma saw that her face was changing, and the place touched by the other party's fingers briefly regained the smoothness of youth, and because of the departure of the fingers, it regained its ugly appearance. Age spots and wrinkles.

"O greedy people ruled by desire, as a reward for your success in doing what you do to please my lord and me, if you swear hereby to give your soul and faith to my lord—give you what you desire you."

The youth's voice is deep and silky:

"Whether money, strength, power, or even immortality...my Lord is omnipotent."

Eternal life that never dies or grows old.

——The things he dreamed of are now within reach in front of him.

Karasuma Renya suddenly began to gasp for breath, grasping the material of the heart tightly, causing the entire shirt to wrinkle, and the pupils trembled violently due to excitement.

"I swear..." He stared fixedly at his own face in the young man's eyes, followed the young man's fingers obsessively, chasing the pieces of skin that had just become young and faded in an instant, "I swear, I would like to Faith and soul to your Lord."

If he wasn't worried about offending the other party, he almost wanted to abandon his dignity and kiss the young man's fingers.

"Lord, grant me eternal life that will never age or die."

The young man showed a joyful expression, and pressed his fingers between the old man's brows, his voice was as sweet as sugar:

"I accept your faith and soul on behalf of my lord, and give you what you expect."

Renye Karasuma's aging skin was like pieces of peeled wall paint, revealing the still white wall under the dirty paint.

There is no pain in the whole process, only the addictive satisfaction brought by the vitality slowly filling the body.

In just a few breaths, the old man who was expecting to live became a strong young man in front of everyone.

"Gudong."

In the room that had been dead silent from the Chacha station to Renye Karasuma, the sound of swallowing saliva was very obvious, but no one cared who he was, they just wished that their heads could be lowered.

"My name is Chacha." The young man stuck a red camellia flower in Renye Karasuma's ear, and whispered in a lingering tone, "In order not to take back this gift, we must continue to work hard with confusion, panic, and Tragedy pleases my lord and me, Renya Karasuma."

Leaning close to his ear and uttering his name in an ambiguous tone, the young man named Chacha tilted his head and kissed the petals of the camellia.

"Yes."

Ren Karasuma responded.

Satisfied with his understanding, Chacha raised the corners of her lips: "Looking forward to your performance."

Then he walked around Karasuma Renye's back, put his chin on his shoulders, and said in the tone of a spoiled child: "Help me prepare a place, everyone The configuration must be the best. Ah, by the way, the organization under your command is very interesting, so it should be no problem to lend it to me.”

After finishing speaking, he added coquettishly: "Don't worry, I won't do too much."

Renye Karasuma never thought about asking him how he knew about the organization. Facing such a surreal existence, this kind of question has no meaning.

He just lowered his head deeply, seemingly extremely humble: "...Yes."

Chacha, whose wish was fulfilled, immediately laughed happily, and let go of her hands around Renye Karasuma's shoulders.

After realizing that Karasuma Renye breathed a sigh of relief after being let go, the upward arc of the corners of his lips further widened, and he smiled more happily.

Struggling with luck.

Bring more drama to please me and my Lord.

The fragile spider silk hanging from the fingertips of the gods, once you reach out and hold it, don't even try to let it go easily.

"Please call me Cider (apple wine) from now on." Chacha discussed with the people present in a friendly manner, with a question mark at the end of the sentence, "If you accidentally call it wrong once, you will go to hell." Bar?"

There was a mixture of joy and malice in his eyes, and he glanced at the bodyguards around him who lowered their heads and tried to reduce their sense of existence, as if they could hide the desires they agitated, and looked at them His body trembled lovingly unconsciously because of the chill from being stared at by the monster.

His gaze stayed on the woman who was trembling the most among them. She was dressed differently from the other bodyguards, and her position seemed to be higher than that of the bodyguards.

Most importantly, her heart was full of hatred and desire for something that was about to overflow.

This toy seems to be much more interesting than Renye Karasuma.

Chacha approached her in an instant, smiled softly and lifted her trembling chin with the knuckles of her right index finger, facing her pupils that were gradually dilated due to fear and longing.With his left hand, he slowly smoothed her forehead hair that was wet with cold sweat, and the dark red blood light was faintly flowing in the transparent crystal rose on the ring finger wedding ring.

"Don't be afraid of me, lady as beautiful as a rose." He took the woman's hand and gently kissed her finger, "Do I have the honor of knowing your name?"

"...My name is Carla Wynyard." The female, Carla Wynyard replied in a low voice, "You can also call me Belmode."

Chacha praised gently: "Your name is as beautiful as your appearance."

When the two were having a harmonious conversation, Renye Karasuma happened to recruit one of the black-clothed bodyguards, whispered something to him, and turned to look at Chacha: "If you like her..."

"Delicate flowers like roses are not suitable for me to raise. She should bloom in a more suitable place." Chacha cut off the words that Karasuma Renye gave away. He didn't want to offend his new beautiful toy, " Besides, it's not the behavior of a gentleman to treat a lady like you do."

Belmode forced a smile.

Renye Karasuma's expression remained unchanged: "I understand, the residence you need has been prepared for you."

The man in black standing beside him silently bowed to him, turned and faced the direction of the door, silently indicating that he was the guide to the residence.

"is it?"

Chacha leisurely cut off a section of Belmode's long golden hair with her round nails, and wrapped it around her finger to become a shining golden rose.A golden flower stem extends from the same golden calyx, and the unshaven spikes hang softly on his slender fingers.

He inserted the golden rose back into Belmode's long hair:

"It's more suitable for you than I thought. I'm looking forward to the day when you drive to the peak, Belmode."

Leaving behind this sentence that seemed to have a meaning, Chacha walked towards the exit of the Twilight Annex.

The man in black leading the way hurriedly followed.

After he left, Renye Karasuma said slowly:

"Nothing happened here. Renye Karasuma will also breathe her last breath in the Twilight Annex. In the will, she left her name and all her property to her illegitimate son." He looked at everyone in warning, "I don't want to hear from anyone about what's going on here."

Almost everyone's heart sank, but they could only bow their heads.

"...But, if Cider speaks out..." Belmode was the only one who dared to question him.

"Silence everyone who hears it." Karasuma Renye calmly ordered, "As for that one, there will be a chance one day..."

He didn't directly say Chacha's name, but used a rather respectful nickname.

Give him some more time.

Until he finds a way to live without pretending to believe in some god.

——Just kill the guy who tried to control him immediately.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Hearing Renye Karasuma's heartfelt voice from the one-sided consciousness link channel, Chacha laughed loudly in front of the guide without any hesitation.Although it was in front of his face, can a person with only one head left be described like this? ——Well, after all, the face is still there, so there is no problem in saying that.

In short, if it wasn't for Chacha's current body that can't feel pain, she would probably be so amused by the other party's thought that she would feel severe pain in her stomach and body.

A small portion of humanity is ridiculously stupid and arrogant at all times.

But it makes people can't help but want to see how funny they can be.

But the right amount of stupidity can be called a good spice joke, and the excessive stupidity can only be annoying.

and so……

"Please work harder to bring me more fun, Karasuma Renya."

Unaware that she lost her right to privacy and human rights from the moment she agreed to donate her faith and soul to the evil god, Renye Karasuma went to find someone who had the same desire for eternal life as he did when she returned to the main base of the organization. Rum, who hit it off, told him what happened before.

Rum goes to ask Chacha to give him the same gift, but the other party refuses with a smile.

"Before you want to get something, you have to give something first." Chacha's voice implied bewitching, "My Lord is a great existence of incomparable generosity, go and bring Him more chaos,... and more fun. "

"After that, you'll get everything you want."

Rum shuddered.

Unlike when facing Renye Karasuma, the young man at this time did not hide the strange aura in him at all.

The bright red love pupils are like abyss-like swirls soaked in living blood, which dyes the young man's ordinary and handsome face with an almost magical charm.

Rum, who was only twenty at this time and far from being able to use a long time to accomplish his witty calculations, glimpsed a brand new world from those eyes, and was deeply fascinated by that world.

He completely fell into that vortex.

Ten minutes later, Chacha felt the new unilateral consciousness link channel in her brain, watched the future pillar of the organization return to the main base of the organization, and talked with Renye Karasuma for more than an hour.

After that, with Karasuma Renye's acquiescence and even secret promotion, the new member's code name Cider, together with the absolute noble status represented by the code name, spread throughout the organization.

The author has something to say: Belmode really ≠ Sister Bei in this chapter.

vv: The summary and suggestion of this chapter is: Chacha’s toys are increasing.

Me: I agree.

vv:?

All the summaries of the future Conan chapters are from vv’s suggestion, it’s his fault if it doesn’t look good (throwing the pot

vv:?Did you see the card you just handed in?

vv: tore it up this weekend.

I:? ! ! ! ! !No—no—! ! !

But in the end, I succeeded in throwing the pot away yeah!

vv: I'm still thinking about the summary of the next chapter. By the way, Chachahso of the next chapter.

I:?