After binding the Yokohama Ancient God system

In the dream, I once again became the omnipotent God Sayaka.

In the field provided by the guide, I am macroscopic and gigantic, with natural solemnity and mystery.

At my feet, I saw Akutagawa Gin in a red dress.

"Uh..." With tears in her eyes, she clasped her hands together and put them gently on her lips, murmuring incessantly.

"Dear teacher, the great Sayaka."

The red skirt on Akutagawa Gin is simple and brand new.

After she got the first money I gave her, she bought a red dress with ambiguous symbolic meaning.

Akutagawa Gin wants to get closer to me.

I can understand the girl's mood and psychological experience.

After I came into contact with Ah Ye Zhi Gu Ni in this world, I also began to have a different obsession and enthusiasm for red.

It's just being cautious, I don't like to let others associate the "red" label with me.

So I will try my best to introduce the clothing as much as possible to dilute the impression of the people around me.

【…】

My huge body squatted down slowly, stretched out a finger, and gently placed it on top of Akutagawa Yin's head.

"Uh..." She stared blankly at the scene of "the building collapsed", her immature hands clasped together stiffly in front of her chest, she dared not move.

I started to teach Akutagawa Gin, the "doctrine" of the god Saya Zangga.

[The day lasts forever, the red blood burns the heart.Desire and reason coexist in balance.

Burn the soul of passion, open the red door of heaven and earth.The looker beyond heaven and earth, the girl in red who is in charge of passion and reason.The offspring of Aye Zongzhi Guni, the great and fearless Sayaka. 】

After free tuning by the instructor, my voice is ethereal and lonely like a whale in the deep sea, and distant and melodious like the sound of deer in the jungle in the early morning.

The first three sentences are the so-called "doctrine".

The last two sentences are "prayer vows".

Together, they can be used as words of prayer to me, and can also be used as the teachings of "Saya Zangga God".

There may be some places that are a bit outrageous or not smooth, but there is no way, the culture is limited.

"Uh..." Akutagawa Gin's face began to lose emotion and become hollow.

She raised her head slightly, the throbbing of her body urged her vocal cords to move.

Her dull silver eyes were changing--changing colors, finally turning into the same purple as mine.

That's no ordinary purple-red pupil membrane.

It was a pair of pupil membranes with snake-like vertical pupils.

It is like a snake, but it is full of fiery blood; it is like a human, but it hides mysteries and mysteries.

"The day lasts forever, the red blood ignites the heart. Desire and reason coexist in balance. The soul that burns passion opens the red door of heaven and earth. The looker beyond heaven and earth, the daughter in red who is in charge of passion and reason. The son of Zhiguni, the great and fearless Sayaka."

Akutagawa Gin's voice was clear and indifferent, like round pearls falling on glass without temperature.

【…】

I stared at Gin Akutagawa, melting the other finger with my sharp nails.

Accompanied by barely felt pain, bright red blood flowed from my fingers, and the air was filled with the fragrance of earth and stamens.

It is the fragrance of life, it is the dew of the dawn.

The ceremony is not over yet, under my guidance, Akutagawa Yin is like a pilgrimage-filled reading machine, carefully repeating every next sentence.

"I was perceived, I was shaped, the pain tore my left hand, and the scar on the palm will make me remembered by heaven and earth."

"I am a moth in the flames of the sun, I am a mayfly in the sea of ​​blood - I have dedicated myself to the mysteries of passion and reason, so that no matter what fears I face, I shall be shielded by passion and fearless by reason .”

【pat-tat-】

It fell with Akutagawa Gin's voice.

Drops of blood poured down on her head.

She is like an evil saint bathed in blood in the morning light, her body is scarlet.

"I'm ready to..."

Akutagawa Gin opened her mouth hazily, and blood slid down her face and into the corner of her mouth one by one.

When she opened her eyes again, those silver-gray eyes were clear.

Reason is calming her inner impulse, trying to erase her sensibility.

Passion is burning her cold heart, trying to make her break the old shackles and be fearless.

"Uh..." My task has been completed.

【Create the doctrine and bestow the Holy Blood on the disciples "Mission accomplished". 】

[The instructor has opened the disciple express for you. 】

[You received the disciple's express delivery: two corpses of rats, one corpse of gray pigeon, and two corpses of sparrows. 】

[Saya Zangjia Club - formally established...]

I:"……"

Me: "Can I change my name?"

The name is like a living target.

From the beginning to the end, it reflects the atmosphere of "I am very wrong", "Investigators come and see me", and "This name is really nice".

[Listen to your guidance. 】

The instructor's voice was neither happy nor sad.

"Saya Book Club."

I rubbed my chin and tried to speak.

【…】

The instructor was silent for a while.

[Saya Book Club——Established. 】

The instructor's voice sounded again.

Then it continued to explain like nothing happened.

[Please make a new disciple. 】

[Aye Zhiguni will give you more rights. 】

……

After waking up from the middle of the night, I made all the corpses of small animals that Akutagawa Gin gave me into red blood apostles.

Then, I stood by the window and let the petite sparrow fly.

"Uh..." Because my mind was too clear, I couldn't fall asleep, so I climbed up to the roof alone, sat on the flat eaves and quietly looked at the starry night sky.

Shirase and several other key members had been out for a day, had no news, and did not come back, spending the night outside.

All my current focus has shifted to the new task given to me by the instructor-to make a new disciple.

The task this time is not to let Ah Yezhi Guni listen to prayers.

Instead, I allow myself to hear my own prayers.

Who should this candidate belong to?

Chuya Nakahara and Sakunosuke Oda have been automatically excluded by me out of my hypocritical conscience.

And I feel that these two dear friends should not be very interested in this aspect.

They are probably the kind [would rather rot and die than compromise with desires. 】This kind of person.

We are not the same way at all.

Take them in forcibly, what if they break up in the future and stab me in the back?

I didn't think about Shirase either.

Because I feel that there is nothing that can be used for him.

So leave him alone.

"Uh..." Just as I was thinking, a coat was gently draped over my shoulders.

"Huh??" I looked back.

I saw Zhong Yuan Zhong appearing quietly behind me like a dead ghost, without even a footstep, it was very scary.

"Uh..." At that moment, even if I didn't have "fear", I couldn't help getting goose bumps all over my body.

Zhong Yuanzhong also opened his blue eyes that were slightly melancholy in the dark night.

He put his coat on my shoulders, and he was wearing thin half-sleeves, bleak in the cold wind.

Nakahara Chuya's body is quite thin, I still have a gender advantage, and I have fat blessings on my chest, but he really has nothing, and he is directly feeling the cold wind at night.

"Thank you, you can wear it yourself."

I took off the coat on my shoulders silently, and put it back on Chuya Nakahara's shoulders without any refusal.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

The boy stared at me with large cobalt blue eyes.

All of a sudden his intoxicating melancholy disappeared, leaving only embarrassment and stupefaction.

"Uh..." I don't know if it's my illusion, but I feel that Zhong Yuan Zhong is also a little annoyed.

"Would you like to sit down and chat?"

I took the initiative, opened my mouth calmly, and patted the place beside me calmly.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also silent for a moment.

He sighed as if compromising something, and finally sat next to me.

"Where are Shirase and the others... I didn't see them when I came back..." The young man didn't know why, and his tone was a little guilty.

His voice was breathy and low, as if he was afraid of being heard.

"I don't know, I haven't seen them since I came back." I answered honestly.

"Uh..." Zhong Yuan folded his hands on his knees and lowered his head silently.

The teenager is like a child who has done something wrong, his blue eyes lose their brightness and are gloomy;

He gently pressed his lower lip and rubbed his thumb repeatedly.

"Youxing...do you trust me?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his head, stared at me fixedly, and spoke hoarsely.

I actually really want to say [You don’t need anyone’s trust, you can do whatever you want when you are powerful enough to a certain level. 】

But when the words came to my lips, I saw that Zhongyuan Zhong also had a somewhat confused and eager look, so I could only comfort him against my will: "Of course I believe you."

Trusting Nakahara is not because I really trust him.

After all, we have only known each other for less than a year.

It's just that I feel that Zhongyuan Zhongyuan doesn't have the brains to do this with me here.

"Uh..." Zhongyuan Zhong also heard my words and was not as relieved as he imagined. He just said thank you in a low voice, and then lay down on his lap thoughtfully, silently.

It wasn't my "I believe in you" that he wanted.

What he wanted was Shirase's "I believe in you".

Zhong Yuanzhong and I have only known each other for only three months, and he and Shirase should have known each other for a long time. They are subordinates, brothers, and family members.

Zhong Yuanzhong is also a person who longs for family affection and harbor.

Peeling off the hard shell, his inside is extremely soft, and what Zhongyuanzhong also needs is love and respect.

"You Xing... You said that life exists in this world... What's the point?"

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't know what kind of strange deadlocked thinking he fell into, he suddenly turned his head and asked me, and looked at me with eyes full of confusion.

I:"……"

Don't think about what shameful activities your good brother is doing behind your back at night, and still have the leisure to discuss philosophy here.

I found that Nakahara Chuya has a big heart.

……

"The job of life is to be an author." I looked at the sky and said.

"Uh..." Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at me dimly, his eyes were a little strange, as if he didn't expect me to use such a metaphor.

Me: "A person's job is also to be an author, and writing a good life is his job. Ending one's life without permission is to break the update, which is irresponsible to the "readers". "

Life is meaningless.

"You can die from an accident or disease. Although this is not a very good ending, at least you are writing your life and process seriously in the process."

My voice is gentle, I am speaking to Nakahara Chuya, and I am also speaking to myself.

"You are a person, you are an individual, and you are a recorder of yourself. Don't blindly look for the meaning of "survival" in your life.

Life is meaningless, but the focus is on participation; coming to this world is an opportunity to experience, feel, and record.To enjoy, to passion, to pay, to harvest. "

Having said that, I patted Chuya Nakahara on the shoulder lightly, with a blessing tone: "I hope that in the limited time, as a writer, you can draw an end to your life with ease."

"In that way, your meaning in this world will have come to a perfect conclusion."

"Uh..." Zhongyuan Zhong also seemed dumbfounded, he stared at me with his eyes open, as if he didn't expect that my ideological realm was so high-level, and my literature was so rich in cultivation.

Suddenly, he seemed anxious.

Zhong Yuanzhong also held my hand on his shoulder and looked at me blankly: "Who is the reader?"

The teenager looked at me, longing for a directed answer.

But that's not my answer.

"You are the last person to die in your life, who do you think the reader is?"

I asked Zhongyuan Zhongye back.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

The boy stood there for a long time without speaking.

"Rest early, Chuya, I'm going back too."

I withdrew my hand and stood up.

……

News from distant sparrows.

The candidates for the disciples have already been decided.

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