Can a thousand-handed heart be harvested to reap the wood tunnel?

Why did things become like this?

I held my head and looked at the scene like a strong wind passing by, as well as the two people standing in the center of the storm, in puzzlement.

Mr. Gojo, is your diplomatic rhetoric meant to open the meeting first?

Hurry up, stop, no, put your feet down too, the desk is so shiny that it's not for you to step on it!

Let go of this precarious office building, the most important thing is that we absolutely cannot afford to pay for it——

The white-haired Mr. Glasses on the opposite side has cracks all over his eyes, take a look!

I moved painfully a few millimeters, trying to find a button that would pause time.

Am I the only one here who genuinely worries about survival and money?

"Please don't worry," a neutral young voice came from the door and approached me, "This building has long been designated as a demolition building, but it has not been implemented due to various reasons."

I put down the hand holding my head, looked at another white hair that appeared, and asked the question that the white hair index was seriously exceeded: "Huh?"

The next second, I realized my impoliteness, and I immediately made up for it: "Hello, I'm impolite, may I ask...?"

A well-behaved Honosuke was squatting on the shoulders of a juvenile god-inspector, dressed in very Japanese-style clothing, and had a friendly attitude towards me: "I am the god-inspector of Yaoken and Longbokiri Honmaru." , thank you for your help."

"Hello?" I couldn't help but scrutinized this visitor, feeling a sense of familiarity.

If you look closely, this person's hair color does not seem to be white, but a light color that is close to changeable. For example, under the light of warm colors at this time, the naked eye can see it is between pink or flaxen.

A boy with a gender-neutral appearance, his voice is also indistinguishable and neutral, his hair color is not completely fixed, and when I think of the configuration of the first team I have ever met, this... Could it be that Sword Ranbu ~ Huo Strike The judge?

Well, very likely.

After I figured it out, I said embarrassingly following the words of the young god judge: "No, on the contrary, Your Excellency Yaoken and Your Excellency Dragonfly have helped us a lot. Thank you, but is it okay to leave them alone?"

I glanced hesitantly at the wall that had begun to crack at the rear, and the staff who had already withdrawn in an orderly manner.

"No problem at all!" The young man said quickly, "This building is too small. In fact, we have long wanted to demolish it. It's just that the barriers and traps under the engraving inheritance are too complicated and complicated. Due to the lack of powerful blasting methods, we have been delaying until now." , In this situation, the Minister of Logistics who has been troubled by this area for many years and the diplomat who was entrusted with the blasting mission must be very happy!"

Is it?But why do I feel that the one we left inside is terrified?

"If you mean that you saw the diplomat looking weak and cowering earlier, please don't worry," the young man explained thoughtfully as if seeing what I was thinking: "It's just his intention to pretend to be timid and timid." Hobbies. In fact, in order to deal with unexpected accidents on the negotiation field, our diplomats in each term are the strongest in fighting power!"

the strongest.

My eyebrows twitched fiercely, with a bad premonition.

I have seen the strongest diplomatic ability on my side.

And the strongest over there, maybe, too?

The so-called hard-core diplomacy that succeeds as long as I beat the opponent's diplomacy?

I accidentally asked what was on my mind.

"...You can also say that," the interrogator who evacuated me to a safe distance kindly handed over a cotton earmuff, "Here, bring these, there may be explosions later."

"...Thank you." I took it without a word, and suddenly felt less nervous when I saw a line of social animals lined up behind me, taking the opportunity to catch fish and watch the excitement.

"It's great, this demolition has finally been successfully completed oh yeah—"

“We finally have a new office too!”

"Which proposal did you vote for for the new blueprint, I chose the Sky Tower version."

"Hey, I can't see that you are so special—I chose the structure of Noah's Ark."

Look, they've even chatted.

I sorted out my complicated emotions, and looked at the judge who was patiently waiting for my question: "So, you are actually the person in charge of receiving us?"

The juvenile judge smiled: "Only your negotiation mission was applied by myself."

He pointed to the flying gravel, the staggered blue and red, and the bursting flames: "The one inside is in charge of the other gentleman."

"Oh." I replied dryly, looking at the huge number of flames, scratching my head, "Thank you?"

In any case, it is better for the interrogators to come to negotiate than the government officials.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help posting the handle of the knife that I held warm: "That, that..."

"You are our honored guest, it is my honor to receive you," the judge said with an overly friendly attitude, "Because of the nature of the work, I am sorry that I cannot give you your name, and you will be called by the serial number 'AR' I'll be fine."

"My dear guest..." I finally realized that I might have underestimated the importance of that contract and the status of this matter, and tentatively asked, "Mr. AR?"

"Ah," the interrogator who called himself "AR" seemed to have remembered something, and suddenly exclaimed exaggeratedly: "By the way, maybe you don't know yet, the battle situation has been tense recently, and we have also dealt with a lot of interrogators with abnormal attitudes." God, after all, His Royal Highness Fusangshen are the main force in the battle, any consumption with malicious intentions and obvious differences in attitude are not allowed."

"Can you..." What I was about to say stuck in my throat: "Huh?"

"Yeah," he nodded seriously, and continued as if there was no one else present: "For example, a certain person, regardless of his own strength, forcibly sent a team to a difficult battlefield in order to consume his sword and cause Fu Sangshen unnecessary damage. The judge who conducted this act just reported and hunted down, and the verdict on that person was handed down not long ago—"

No matter how dull I was, I finally discovered his almost explicit hint.

Regarding his past, Yan Rong didn't specifically mention it, but I heard him mention a few words in the occasional chat, and I can get a general idea of ​​it.

He used to be a god-inspector in Honmaru who was not capable enough, and pursued powerful and beautiful swords, and was eager for quick success. Under jealousy and resentment, he made many deliberate behaviors of sending swords to high-risk battlefields.And his team with one strike of naginata and five strikes of short sword is one of them.

It's about Yan Rong, so I was immediately interested: "What's the verdict?"

"Deprivation of the post of God Judge." The young man who said these words had a stern face, "Repatriation to the corresponding world, the follow-up matters will be handed over to the local personnel by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs in charge of this area."

At the junction of the contract, I heard Yan Rong's sighs and unspoken worries.

I knew what he was worried about: "I'm sorry, maybe my questioning caused you discomfort, but, can I know what will be the arrangement of Honmaru's sword?"

As if he was waiting for my question, he immediately took a folder from the staff next to him: "This is the registration list and screening review form for the takeover application. The swords will all be scattered on the list."

He pointed to the newly added page: "The newly returned number A Honmaru is also listed here, but because of the turbulence of time and space, many swords and swords in it still need to rest. It has become a blowout trend.”

"Of course, we will also conduct regular return visits to Fusangshen Honmaru," the staff member who handed over the roster said with a serious face, completely unlike arguing with his colleagues just now whether the "Sky Tower" is cool or the "Noah's Ark" is handsome arrogance. "We really are a good government!"

I hugged Yanrong and leaned over to check the roster again and again, nodding in agreement: "Yes, this is indeed a good government, and everyone is very conscientious, I admire it very much."

I can understand what he meant by specifically mentioning this topic. He not only explained the whereabouts of Akita Fujishiro Honmaru, but also made it clear to me that the matter with Yanrong has been resolved, and everything related to it is over here, and no one will come to discuss this. Questions bother me.

This big naginata is completely mine.

--Very good.

"It's great if you understand." The previously solemn staff breathed a sigh of relief: "There are countless derivative works every year, although they can play a role in publicity, but I don't know why, our existence Eighty-nine times out of ten, it’s all on the evil side. Dark Fallen Honmaru and corrupt high-level officials are standard configurations, and they collude with the retrograde army to rebel from time to time..."

The people sitting next to them waiting for the demolition interjected one after another: "There are also confiscated materials from the interrogators, and seduced underage teenagers and girls..."

"Inhuman human research, black market trading of swords..."

"It's so miserable. It's really miserable. Every time I go home, I dare not say that I do this business, for fear of being beaten by ignorant people with sacks."

"Who isn't, oh, please, let's not talk about whether there is such internal consumption. If there is such a sign, let alone the watchful surveillance agency, the Minister of Foreign Affairs will be the first to praise us."

"Yeah, yeah, I heard that the Minister of Foreign Affairs was the ultimate villain in a certain world before he was recruited, eh cough cough cough cough, can't say this? Sorry, sorry!"

"You're done, hurry up and open a time-space converter to pack a Le Lexuan offering, remember to bring a constant temperature and freshness preservation spiritual power amulet, don't make ramen noodles, it may save your life, or you will be waiting to work overtime hell and three-quarters die."

"I'm sorry to excuse you, let's take a step first—"

It was as if a meeting of complaints had been opened, except for a certain person who hurried away, everyone present began to complain one by one, telling about their own hardships, and the appearance of being deeply hurt by rumors made me unaware Li: "Wow, that's how it is, it's not easy for you."

"However, it has been much better in the past two years," added Mr. AR, a smiling farmer sitting beside him eating melons. "Maybe we are out of breath."

The people present looked terrified: "Please don't say such horrible words!"

"...Wait, so to speak, the recent employment rate has indeed dropped a lot."

"Yeah, that's why the Human Resources Department had to relax the recruitment requirements, which allowed some scum to sneak in. In the end, it didn't increase the unnecessary workload. Damn it."

Chirping, chirping, buzzing, this group of people changed to a new topic and began to complain.

"Let's go," the interrogator who slipped away after opening a topic pulled me back quietly, "Come with me while we're still here for a while."

"?" I put down the half-eaten melon in doubt, and stooped away obediently, "Where are you going?"

"Let's quietly," he led me around. "Originally this was a key supervision area, but now it is catching up with the demolition, and everyone has evacuated to seek refuge. We can just grab some benefits."

He led me through layers of gate control, and finally, I stood in front of a machine that looked very sci-fi.

"You have hidden wounds on your body," the examiner put his nameplate on the audit machine, and turned his head: "Even if you have been supplemented with new energy, the aging and death of many cells are irreversible. No matter how much rest and intake I can't even do it, even if there is a mass of golden energy... um, it seems to have a bit of the atmosphere of the Age of Gods? Let me see... it turned out to be gold-ah, sorry, it's okay, let's continue, cough."

As he spoke, he sized up several times with unconcealed curiosity, then retracted his gaze, sorted out his words and continued:

"Although this energy body has a great background and can help you mediate those conflicts, but if the main problem is not resolved, if you continue like this, one day your body will collapse."

[Approved, welcome, number AR0003 Honmaru examiner. 】

Accompanied by these words, the whole machine made a beeping sound, and then, the blue light full of sci-fi colors automatically started, self-checked, and scanned, and then, a large cultivation chamber appeared from layers of obstacles.

I am also a medical student. Even though the technology and medical treatment here are hundreds of years ahead, there are some things in common, such as the self-examination report projected from the void, such as the nutritional base that is kept aside, and life support. Branches extended from the base, for example, more obviously, cell growth, division, and differentiation.

"This?" A ridiculous guess appeared in my mind, "Stem cell technology?"

"You really understand something." He sighed while tapping on the main console, "As expected of the 'Thousand Hands' with super-standard cell capabilities—please don't be nervous, this sentence is just a compliment, and Don't worry, you can definitely beat me."

"I'm sorry, I overreacted a little." I put away my defensiveness for a moment and sincerely apologized, "I can feel your intention... this is too expensive, will you be punished for it?"

He paused with his knocking hands, tilted his head, and when he realized that I was asking this question seriously, he suddenly showed a big smile: "It seems that Mr. Wujo is right, you are indeed an idiot."

"?"

Caught off guard, my expression twisted uncontrollably: Wujo Wu, you wait, you speak ill of me again!

"Hahahaha," the young juvenile judge who suddenly became cheerful smiled for a long time before rubbing his face and reassuring me: "Don't worry about it, this one is not that expensive, the key area is just to prevent people with malicious intentions Just take it and use it, if you go through the normal process, it will take a year and a half just for the report and layer-by-layer review, we just took a shortcut, and the people outside have acquiesced, please feel free to use it!"

With that said, he pressed the last button and pushed with both hands: "Okay, the startup is complete!"

The fusion of biology and technology makes everything as shocking as a big shot in a movie. The closed hatch slowly opens, and the water curtain formed by the transparent liquid slides down the opened hatch. White water vapor rises, and the room temperature has already Infinitely close to the temperature of the human body, everything is ready.

"The integration of regeneration, self-generation, and self-manufacturing technologies. Based on autologous tissue cells, it integrates gene technology, nanotechnology, and intelligent technology for comprehensive application in the medical field."

The voice of AR came from the console, speaking the words that I had imagined countless times and pursued and searched across worlds: "It can repair wounds, regenerate tissues and organs, and even regenerate the human body."

"Perhaps, in a certain world, it has another name called—"

My dry voice coincided with his:

"—Cradle of Regeneration."