Writer saves the world

[Erye Tingming. 】

"He" wrote his name on the blank book.

The paper on which the pen is written is fine and smooth, and the nib of the pen rubs against the paper surface to make a subtle rustling sound, and the ink marks smoothly connect the beginning of the story.

[Erye Tingming looks to be in his twenties, well-dressed, and handsome--a pleasing appearance in the eyes of most people, especially the faint tear mole hidden in the corner of the eye, which softens his brows and eyes indifferently Light edges and corners. 】

[Black hair and black eyes, tall and tall. 】

[A perfect oriental beauty. 】

[It is incompatible with the dark and dirty alleys of no one in Yokohama. 】

"He" stopped writing, closed the pages of the book, endured the discomfort of being distorted from the soul to the body, and the young man who named himself "Tei Naruto Futaba" accurately appeared in the remote alleys of Yokohama in the form of a human being.

There is no monitoring, no witnesses, just like what is written in the book, only God knows his appearance.

The early autumn in Yokohama was already a bit chilly, and the world greeted him with a gust of unfriendly cold wind.

Erye Tingming shuddered in the autumn wind, and tightened the collar of his loose coat.

Sure enough, he still prefers his body as a "book" compared to the irregular human body with keen five senses. The paper is thick, delicate and smooth, square and square with sharp corners. It is a perfect shape that can't be found in the aesthetics of books. .

The most important thing is that no matter how many pages are torn off, he will not feel any extra touch, and being written by others will only make him feel happy.

Erye Tingming is very satisfied with his sleepy life as a "book" under the heavy guard of the Supernatural Secret Service, and he is not at all interested in messing around with some of the same kind next door.

To be honest, he wouldn't mind lying flat until the end of the world.

Instead of sleeping well and being forcibly awakened by the consciousness of the world, forcing him to write about himself—he felt uncomfortable when the tip of the pen slid across the paper for the first time, and now there is still a subtle pain on the surface of the skin, as if flowing in a blood vessel On fire.

The breeze was blowing, the sun was warm, and it was obviously the most comfortable season of the year, but Erye Tingming couldn't help buttoning the top button of his shirt, which made the world consciousness that created this suit for him protest. A few words.

[Sure enough, you can't count on the aesthetics of a book. 】

A shallow sigh resounded in the depths of Erye Tingming's consciousness, it was not a sound that could be described in words, like moonlight falling on the lake, leaving no trace.

"...Yes, you chose."

Erye Tingming uttered his first sentence since he was born, and he paused for a few seconds after he finished speaking, before the world consciousness could refute him, he continued, "Ah, I'm not talking to you."

In order to better get familiar with this new form, he spread his legs and paced slowly in the dark alley without people, and at the same time opened the chatterbox and began to speak as if it could not be closed.

"Although I know you don't have a choice." He said so, carefully picking up the cadence of his voice.

"That guy from Dresden is definitely only thinking about playing the king-choosing game. At this point in time, his seven kings are still missing a few, so he won't care about other things at all."

"The third power of seven is more reliable, but they have to be bound in groups of seven and three, and you can't afford to wake them up at once... Besides, they can't be the cornerstone of time and space that you finally gave birth to. If something happens, the world that is already doomed will be worse."

"There's also the Holy Grail..." Erye Tingming paused, and added a shaking of his head to express his feelings, "That guy is still blackening now, and the next door made a thing that burns human power, so you can rely on it I probably wouldn't dare to touch it."

Not all worlds can be lucky enough to catch the last master of a human being and successfully turn the tide at the last moment.

Don't you see that their world awareness in this world has been defeated repeatedly, so that in the end they can only rely on his book to make a dying struggle, and what he sees when he opens his eyes is the tragic legacy left by his predecessors.

Erye Tingming woke up in an abandoned castle tower built by the Government of Time. The ceiling of the dilapidated building was half lifted, and every corner of the floor and wall was covered with knife marks and blood, and it was very cold.

In addition to him in the castle tower, there are also a pile of books that were urgently transferred from the Imperial Library.Each of those books is a famous masterpiece handed down to future generations, but they can only be piled up like waste paper and covered with dust, and some of them can't even distinguish the handwriting on the pages.

World Consciousness puts on the sad bgm that suits the situation, and repeats the previous synopsis that has been repeated many times with Erye Tingming.

[In 2305 in the Western calendar, the time-traveling army that attempted to falsify history colluded with the eroders who attempted to destroy literary history, and the coalition army aggressively attacked the government and imperial library at that time. lose.Since then, all modern literary works have been eroded, literary history has collapsed and disappeared on a large scale, and history has been rewritten as a result. 】

【Literature is an important cornerstone of the world, and a world without literature is destined to face the fate of destruction.The change of the world line has caused the time-traveling army and the eroders to destroy themselves, and the government of the time and the imperial library have also been completely annihilated, leaving only these legacy-so I wake you up. 】

["Book" is a reduced version of the concept of literature, the power projection of those literary giants co-existing in this world line.As a "book", you are indeed, as you said, the most suitable for this task. 】

The ability to use writing to change the causal line adapts well to the world consciousness, and the standpoint is orderly environment.

This passage of world consciousness has been repeated so many times that when Erye Tingming heard the beginning, his brain began to circulate the classic passage of a certain writer who started with "I'm so stupid, really".

He can't remember the whole article clearly, and the world has long since lost that book. The writer is probably active as a person with supernatural powers, and he hasn't written a single word of the article.

I don't know if I can find it in the pile of books in the castle tower.

those books...

Erye Tingming suddenly stopped in his tracks.

It was as if he accidentally opened some terrible door with a key, and the jumping flames in his blood turned into a prairie fire in the blink of an eye, and he couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

The burning desire came unexpectedly and was irresistible, just like a person who is madly hungry sees food, and a person who is dying of thirst sees dew. Swallow it whole.

Why, why are you so hungry...

There was a ho-ho hiss from his throat, and his rosy face quickly turned into a deathly pale and stiff.

The scorching hunger that he had never felt before, but was familiar enough to make him tremble with fear occupied his body, making him feel as if every page of his paper was being burned to ashes.

【You finally feel it. 】

In the voice that the world consciousness should have no emotions, Erye Tingming heard a trace of gloating over the other's misfortune.

【You are a downgrade of the concept of literature, and literature is your food—you have been starving to death since a long time ago. 】

[Before I am destroyed, you will die in this world of depleted literature, and die in the endless suffering of hunger and thirst. 】

[Kuangfu Wenmai is not only saving me, but also saving you. 】

Erye Tingming was panting desperately, he couldn't even control this unfamiliar body, he could only curl up in embarrassment, resisting the terrible hunger that made him wish he could just die.

——He remembered that the "self" at that time was precisely to escape this hunger, forcing himself to fall into a deep sleep until death, and degraded from a conceptual existence without a substance to a blank book.

But now he can't sleep anymore, he uses the name [Tingming Erye] to anchor his existence on the world line.The "book" kept by the Ability Secret Service Section at this time is nothing more than a blank notebook.

Erye Tingming struggled to summon his own body, and wrote the words of self-help crookedly on the paper.

The only advantage of writing yourself is that you can activate the ability without writing a complete story, forcibly distorting the causal line to make the content written in the book come true.He was so hungry that his mind was muddled, and it was difficult for him to write a few short sentences with clear logic.

Write crooked handwriting on the white paper:

[Before suffering so much that he lost consciousness, Erye Tingming saw a vague figure appearing at the entrance of the alley. 】

【That is the person who can rescue him from such pain—even if it is only a temporary relief. 】

Erye Tingming's eyes were dark, the sunlight coming in from the alley could not even touch the corner of his clothes, making everything outside the alley look blindingly white.

The flames burned in his consciousness, and the sticky air poured from every cavity in his body. The inside of his body was terribly cold, it was a riddled void, floating with meaningless fragments of words.

"He" used to be poetry, a fascinating story legend, and a deep and sharp questioning and contemplation.

It is the brilliance that illuminates the eternal night illuminated by the painstaking efforts of countless writers.

But now he is nothing.

There are only a few blank sheets of paper that are not even books.

Erye Tingming saw a figure flashing past the alley in a trance, he knew that the words he wrote had successfully activated his ability, so he relaxed his body and let himself be pulled into complete darkness.

……

Oda Sakunosuke was not prepared to take this path.

He just got a second volume that he had been thinking about for a long time, but the last few pages were torn out and he couldn't see the ending. He also unilaterally resigned from the job of killer. He is standing at the crossroads of fate and taking a tentative step towards literature. But it is more correct not to know where you are going.

At this time, maybe it is the right way to find a serious job like the characters in the book, but even people with no common sense know that a serious job will not hire a 14-year-old minor like him.

Even if this is Yokohama.

Oda Sakunosuke stood at the intersection and thought about life for a few minutes, and then decided to go to eat first, and leave tomorrow's things to think about tomorrow.

Not thinking too much is his important survival philosophy, perhaps influenced by his supernatural ability, many times he relies more on his instinct than his brain to choose the way forward.

He still has some money saved from being a killer, which can last for a few years without working.

So still eat first.

After finalizing his idea, Oda Sakunosuke walked to the restaurant he frequented recently. The location of the restaurant is a bit remote, but the price is cheap and the portion is full. The spicy curry specially made by the boss is especially delicious, and it is well-known in the neighborhood.

Oda Sakunosuke thought about the route leading to a delicious lunch, but stopped at the intersection where he should turn left, and looked to the right——

There was an alley more than ten meters away from him, and tiny painful groans/groans came from it.Judging from his experience, the people in the alley were almost seriously injured and dying, and it became extremely difficult to even make a sound.

Things like this happen all the time in Yokohama. Dead bodies or wounded people lying down in the alleys are as common an urban scene as wild cats and crows.

The ex-killer who had just decided to wash his hands half an hour ago naturally would not have any extra mercy because of it. What made Oda Sakunosuke finally choose to go to that alley was only that he appeared when he stood at the intersection hesitating——and killing On the contrary, maybe he can save someone——this kind of thought.

In the final analysis, this idea is more of a need to continue writing the ending he didn't see and increase life experience.

If someone is saved, will he be able to experience the mood of the characters in the movie?

With such thoughts in mind, Oda Sakunosuke walked into the alley and picked up the dying young man who was curled up in the corner like an abandoned cat.