K-type Mage

Yuanshen got the old paper that looked ordinary and even poorly made.

"No one recognizes the text on it." Xia Youjie said, "Compared with the information found, the similarity rate is very low, and it is completely non-existent text."

"This world really doesn't exist." Yuanshen recalled the painful experience of having to learn a new language at the age of 20 because he couldn't understand or understand. For a while, he felt a bit bitter in his mouth, and his expression showed a little, " It's super hard to learn."

After all, a foreign world with a low literacy rate only relies on those tattered parchments to teach themselves characters and those common languages ​​with their own accents——

During that time, it was hell.

"What's the meaning of the words on it?" Seeing that he didn't put it away directly, Osamu Dazai boldly leaned over to take a look, "Did you write it, Mr. Yuan?"

"...No." Yuan Shen was silent for a moment, with a calm tone, "I don't remember this sentence on it." He was a little confused and reviewed his own research on that book at the beginning—it was very thorough and completely acceptable. Absorbed by him, the story symbolized by every sentence is remembered by him.

Only this sentence does not.

The line doesn't even have symbolic meaning, like "Jack and the Thorn Bird collect treasure for the dragon" "The ranger of the Forest of Everlasting has found a successor" "The believer Ebike offers the highest sacrifice to the god" - it's as simple as that Behind the narrative, there are sentences of blood, tears and death.

[A traveler moves forward all the way, and ends up in poverty. 】

No.

Yuan Shen is very firm.

At the beginning, he tore it off and threw it into the space-time rift.It was blank, not even any spiritual marks.

But for some reason, this sentence almost aroused his anger.It's as if someone predestined his ending and wrote it down like this.

... Tsk.

The spirit of the old man is not so good anymore.When I was young, I would probably set off directly to prepare to beat the mastermind behind the scenes.

Gojo Satoru and Dazai Osamu were keenly aware of Genbuka's subtle performance on the sentence on the paper, but Genbuka didn't bother to argue with the two clever ghosts - even if he was honest, he wouldn't give a true answer to every question, but That would be too tiring, and it would be better not to give it a chance.

"Let's go!" He clapped his hands, "You are all very powerful people, maybe we will have a chance to cooperate in the future. Why don't we get along well first?"

"Is this also the mage's prophecy?" Dazai asked.

"Probably." The young man replied, "After all, this world is too chaotic."

Zhong Yuanzhong is also very stubborn. Even though the other three people are thinking about it, he didn't have an overly strong and vigilant inquiry about Yuan Shen, just pure curiosity.

"Can you tell me your name, Mr. Yuan."

"Yes. My name is Yuan Shen."

The other three: "...?"

The answer is too fast.No hesitation at all?

Gojo Satoru, who put down his blindfold again, was sure that there was nothing wrong with his best friend, and grinned his teeth: "Shall we go find Nitro together?"

"...I'm a curse master." Xia Youjie said without refusing, he was quite aware of the other party's arrogance and casualness, "Okay, let's go to school?"

Osamu Dazai watched the two warlocks make an appointment for dinner, and saw his partner approaching Mr. Yuan with a sticky and disgusted expression on his face, and fell into deep thought.

...why do I feel like I'm the extra one?

"Then let's go first." Gojo Satoru said hello to Yuan Shen and the two teenagers naturally, "We will definitely have a chance to meet in the future."

certainly.Osamu Dazai curled his lips secretly. Mr. Mori has recently tried to establish contact with the magic world; since he is the strongest, he will definitely come to Yokohama again.

He was in a depressed mood, and even wanted to find a clear river and jump into it.

"Dazai! Aren't you leaving?" Chuya's voice sounded.

... the little man's voice is really annoying.

"You don't need to hit it!"

"It's you who stays there by yourself like a fool!"

The boy was noisy again.

Yuan Shen smiled at the two warlocks: "Goodbye."

……

"Then, let's go." Zhongya Nakahara said to Yuanshen at the entrance of the teaching building, "Mr. Mori will know your name..." The boy looked a little guilty.

"It's okay, it's just a name." Yuan Shen said with a relaxed tone, "I still have many secrets."

"It's too much to just say it like this." Osamu Dazai interrupted, "Mr. Mori will really lose his hair."

"It's better to pay more attention to the hair." Motofuka commented, "Or it's better to be completely bald instead of Mediterranean. It feels a lot like a fat garbage king eating on the throne."

"I'll tell Mr. Mori hahahahahaha!"

"Is hair important?" Zhongyuan Zhong couldn't help but reached out and stroked his forehead hair, nodding in satisfaction, "I have a lot of hair."

"...Yes, it's very important." Dazai Osamu held back his smile and said solemnly, "So let's persuade Mr. Mori to take a rest and take care of his hair. He has very heavy dark circles recently."

"no problem?"

"This is for the benefit of the leader! We are his favorite subordinates, so of course we have to think about him!"

"Oh, sister Hongye told me to take care of my hair before. I'll ask her for advice when I get back! Or ask the eldest sister to persuade the leader too!"

"Mr. Mori will be very happy!"

Yuan Shen's eyes wandered: "..."

I feel that the current conversation is caused by my own performance...it must be an illusion.

"Goodbye, Mr. Yuan."

The two teenagers bid him farewell.

The black-haired young man who stood there smiled gently and waved to them, watching their backs walk towards the campus, and then he disappeared in place.

*

The room was silent, and it looked extraordinarily cold when the switch was pressed and the lights suddenly turned on.

Yuan Shen changed his shoes at the entrance, and entered the living room with a bag of snacks.When he was on Earth, he lived alone all the time, so there is nothing wrong with doing this again.

There is a river across the road from this apartment, which is very quiet at night.Not far away is the Family Supermarket, where the daily special lunch boxes, vegetables and fruits are the products that housewives go all out to buy. He seldom goes there at night, instead he eats out more and only returns home at noon.

He threw himself onto the couch.

The sofa and pillows are all carefully selected by him, they are so soft that people almost sink in, and they can almost fall asleep directly with their eyes closed when lying on them.

Thinking has not stopped.

Yuan Shen felt a little tired.

He likes beautiful things, reasonable rules and order, beautiful hearts and beautiful scenery-for which he can pay the value he recognizes.

That is a magical book, what is it called? 【Tatar】.

[Tatar] can change the appearance of the holder, and can also release mental attacks such as illusion and shock.It's something any warlock would want.But this [Tatar] will only choose "weak people" who possess magical power and mental strength, and who are interested in magic spells.

Those who traverse are weak.

Except [Tatar] did not expect his mental strength to be stronger because he was born on the earth and crossed the world crack.

This caused the consciousness inside to be frustrated for a long time, because it found that the owner that it could not control could not understand other people's words at all, and it was difficult to communicate with other people fluently.

You draw, I guess, the live version lasted for several months, and finally barely moved from monkey show to silent film.

During that time, Yuan Shen lost a lot of hair.But to him, a fool from other places whose words were incomprehensible, the people in that village still had a gentle attitude—maybe it was because of the hard work of the prime of life.

[Tatar] endured and endured, and was repeatedly harassed in the middle and was forced to open a foreign world knowledge lecture for the traversers, and finally found an opportunity.

The cruelty of the alien world is revealed in front of the travelers.

His world was destroyed, and no one could know what he was thinking.Only the defunct [Tatar] knows that the weak who naively and arrogantly rejected it finally used it.And finally made a decision and embarked on the road of escape.

But Yuan Shen never regretted it.

Even if no one knew his name, no one remembered his face, would curse him with the utmost viciousness—that would not stop him.

He hates cruelty and tragedy.I like beauty and comedy.

The young man on the sofa opened his eyes, his pupils looking directly at the incandescent lamp shrank slowly under the light, but there were no tears from the stimulation.His expression was a little blank, even cold.

"Even if this is the case..." He murmured in a sleepy voice, and the heavy sleepiness seemed to pull him into the darkness, "It will still be sad."

Has anyone ever said that no regrets means no sadness?No.

Important decisions and only true friends.

The former made the traversers lose the latter, and they will suffer from it day after day.

Say it again.

Yuan Shen misses his dead friend very much.This was the last and greatest cruelty he faced in the alien world.

...a dear friend who will never meet again.