Shibusawa just wants to crystallize

A luxury car worth countless zeros was parked in front of the school. It can only be said that fortunately, all the students of Didan Middle School have already entered, and they are all in class now.

Otherwise, if it is seen by other students, Atsushi Nakajima's future school career will probably become 'lively'.

The young master Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, who didn't think there was anything wrong, got off the car first, and Atsushi Nakajima was inexperienced and didn't know that he was almost about to be noticed by the teachers and students of the school.

That kind of attention is a daily routine for Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, but it is the opposite for a child like Atsushi Nakajima who has a low self-esteem.

Not knowing that he was so close to dying on the spot, Atsushi Nakajima got out of the car with his schoolbag on his back and walked on his short legs, in stark contrast to Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's long legs.

The principal, vice-principal, and director of the school, who were waiting at the school gate, surrounded him as soon as Shibusawa Tatsuhiko got off the bus.

The power of capital is so powerful today.

"Mr. Shibusawa, I am Keita Yoshino, the principal of Teitan Middle School. You can call me Yoshino." Keita Yoshino smiled flatteringly, and the Mediterranean sea above his head was shining in the sun.

"Hello, Principal Yoshino." Shibusawa Tatsuhiko nodded politely.

The smile on Yoshino Keita's face became more and more enthusiastic, as if he couldn't feel Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's indifference at all, he enthusiastically introduced the specific situation of the school to him.

The endless explanation stopped abruptly after Yoshino Keita noticed that Shibusawa Ryuhiko seemed a little impatient, and he finally turned his head to look at Atsushi Nakajima who was waiting obediently and said, "As the principal, I welcome Nakajima-san to this school .”

A mighty group of people led the weak, pitiful and helpless Atsushi Nakajima into the quiet campus.

After walking away from the school gate, the director went to Keita Yoshino to try to share his worries with his superiors, and denounced: "Mr. Shibusawa treats you too much, the principal."

But this time, the sycophant director was photographed on the horse's leg. Kei Yoshino glared at him angrily, and scolded him, "What do you know? That Mr. Shibusawa donated a building to the school."

Is that his attitude towards the parents of the students?Isn't that his attitude towards the gold master's father?Facing the patron's father, of course he had to slip and kneel.No wonder I can only be the director, so nothing will happen.

After watching the little tiger enter the school, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko got back in the car and told the driver: "Go back now."

"Yes, Master Longyan." The driver bowed his head in response, and made a smooth U-turn in the top-equipped luxury car and returned the same way.

After returning to the manor, Shibusawa Ryuhiko sat down in the garden with a pleasant view and drank tea, his whole body was full of elegance from head to toe and even hair.

Ryuhiko Shibusawa, who looked like a man of glory on the outside, was thinking about the problem with his heart just now.

He thought to himself, could it be that he had a heart attack because of what Mr. Shibusawa said before?Are all human bodies so fragile?

Just when Shibusawa Tatsuhiko was seriously thinking about whether he should call a private doctor to take a look, his heartbeat became obviously abnormal again.

The originally very regular heartbeat became disordered, and it responded extremely violently to an unknown pulsation and gradually became synchronized.

At this moment, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko couldn't hear any sounds from the outside world, he could only hear his own heartbeat, which was strong and powerful, as if it could shatter eardrums at any time.

After his heartbeat reached a specific frequency, he found himself in a dark space, and a huge stone slab under his feet was emitting light as the only light source in this space.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, who has a wide range of sources of information, recognized at a glance what the slate was resonating with him, and the surface was engraved with strange patterns like a circular maze: the 'holy relic' Dres excavated in Bohemia Dayton slate.

It's just that Shibusawa Ryuhiko never thought that he, a non-human being, would be chosen by the Dresden Slate to become the king.

Can't it be human?

In the next second, all of Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's wild thoughts were completely emptied.

A large amount of information was poured into Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's brain, and at the same time, a warm current flowed up and down his body, and his body was greatly strengthened.

From the outside, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's body began to glow, and it became brighter and brighter until it formed a beam of light that pierced through the clouds and went straight up to the sky.

It took a while for the dazzling beam of light to slowly disappear, revealing the white and translucent Sword of Damocles inside.

A huge, oppressive translucent giant sword appeared above Shibusawa House, a giant sword that reflected light in the sunlight.

Such a conspicuous vision attracted the attention of everyone who could see the sword.

Not to mention those people with ulterior motives, ordinary people throughout Tokyo have noticed the giant sword in the sky, it is too big and conspicuous.

The mysterious and complicated sword of Damocles left a deep shock to everyone who saw it.

Especially the people who were just under the sword of Damocles, they could see the huge tip of the sword pointing straight at them as long as they raised their heads. The strong sense of fear impacted the sensitive and fragile nerves of these people.

While looking at the giant sword, everyone couldn't help feeling a sense of awe in their hearts - that is the awe that ordinary people have for things that cannot be understood.

It is obvious that the Sword of Damocles is extremely gorgeous, it is the kind of beautiful work that can fascinate people at a glance, but people dare not look at it again after just one glance, and their biological instincts make them dare not look up again.

"It's the king." A middle-aged uncle who had witnessed the birth of the Kagutsu crater from the outside said with a trembling voice.

His eyes looking up to the sky were full of fear and awe for the sword of Damocles, as if it was some kind of scourge.

In fact, the sword of Damocles is more terrible than any flood beast, it is the unknown that will make people despair.

At that time, the previous third king, Kaguzu Xuanshi, the Red King, went berserk because the Weitzman's deviation value exceeded the limit, and the sword of Damocles fell, causing the current Kagutsu crater and 70 Thousands of deaths.

In just a moment, countless happy families were destroyed.

For the middle-aged uncle who had witnessed the tragedy from afar, no matter how much fear he harbored in his heart, it was reasonable.

Not far from the middle-aged uncle, a young girl in school uniform suddenly screamed in horror: "Ah, Rina, look at the sky, what is that?"

She stared into a pair of almond eyes, her fingers painted with red nail polish trembled and pointed to the sky, her legs were weak and she couldn't stand upright, and she was about to sit on the ground.

"Xiaohui, what's wrong with you?" The short-haired girl stretched out her hand quickly to keep her friend from falling down. She followed her friend's hand with difficulty and saw the majestic, mysterious, white and translucent hanging in the sky. shaped sword.

The short-haired girl who never thought she had giant phobia discovered for the first time that she was afraid of such huge things. She murmured, "Am I dreaming?"

Originally, the other girl stood still only with the support of the short-haired girl, but now the two girls rolled into a ball on the ground in embarrassment.

The middle-aged uncle not far away discovered the predicament here, and he barely suppressed the fear in his heart and stepped forward to help the two girls up.

The middle-aged man mustered his courage but explained to the two girls in an unsteady voice: "It's not a dream, it's the sword of Damocles, the symbol of the king."

"The King? The Sword of Damocles? It sounds familiar." After hearing this, the girl was puzzled and restrained her desire to raise her head. After thinking for a while, she exclaimed in disbelief: "I remembered, but Isn’t this an urban legend? How could the chosen kingship really exist.”

Seeing the two girls still in shock, the middle-aged uncle sighed deeply: "It's been too long, you young people are still young, you know the Kagudu crater, right?"

Speaking of Kagutsu Meteor Crater, as long as the Japanese are ignorant and inexperienced, the two girls nodded.

After all, the Kaguto incident destroyed a piece of the Japanese island, and even directly changed the territory of Japan. It is strange not to know.

The middle-aged uncle roughly explained to the two girls the connection between the slate, the king, and the Kagutsu crater.

The young girls who had never paid attention to the Kaguto incident were so frightened that their lips turned pale when they heard the popular science of the middle-aged man.

Did more than 70 people die at the same time overnight?

"How... how did this happen, this is too... too scary." The girl wrapped her arms around her in horror, and she felt the coldness spreading from her heart just by imagining it.

Girls with short hair should be stronger. She hugged her friend to comfort him, and she was also comforting herself: "It's okay, Xiaohui, nothing will happen. Isn't there only one incident of dropping the sword in so many years? We won't be so unlucky. of."

If the short-haired girl burst into tears without talking, then Xiaohui may or may not believe her consolation.

The middle-aged uncle looked at the two crying young girls and shook his head.

Speaking of which, when he was young, he had fantasized about becoming a king, even if it was an ordinary clan, which middle school boy would not want to be the most special person?

But the cruel reality is that he has turned into a very ordinary old man who he once sneered at, working hard every day to make a living.

The high-level existence of the king is like a creature living in two dimensions to an ordinary person like an ant like him.

Like a god you can only look up to.

There are many people like this all over Tokyo. Some bold young people who just want to gain popularity overcame their fear, took out their mobile phones to take pictures, took pictures, and posted the photos and videos on the Internet to gain attention.

Photos and videos about the Sword of Damocles spread rapidly on the Internet, and it was too late even if the Japanese government immediately took action to delete the relevant information.

All of this happened in a very short period of time. It can only be said that it is too difficult to conceal news in this Internet age.

The convenient network has allowed forces in other regions and those who have not seen the Sword of Damocles to also get the news.

At the same time, all the kings, clans, and outsiders felt something, and looked in the direction of the translucent Sword of Damocles.

The colorless king was born.

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