After raising the strongest magician, I died and escaped

The son of God who would give him the most hated liqueur chocolate has become the strongest in the arena, which can easily destroy the sky and destroy the earth.

Kazuki Matsushiro was rarely melancholy, and said to the system: [Time flies so fast, it feels like raising a pixel villain in a game. 】

The system felt a chill: [Did you add too many points to force in the development game, and no points for affinity?If I had the data at the beginning of the game, I would wash it and reopen it. 】

Kazuki Matsushiro: [Hey, the main reason is that I added too much to the appearance. 】

The system followed him and commented: [It's a bit much. 】

The dazzling six-eyed genius on the ring climbed over the fence and got down with his mobile phone to choose a seat for a movie ticket. He gradually overlapped with the figure who climbed over the wall and stuffed chocolate at him many years ago.

The conjurer who had just lost to him in the ring was dissatisfied, and when he just took out his mobile phone, he suddenly raised a long knife from behind and shouted for another match.

The blade was unsheathed, a sharp siren rang through the ears, and the voice of the system suddenly changed: [There is something wrong with that knife! 】

It seemed that Gojo Satoru was about to turn around to take the move, but Kazuki Matsushiro stepped forward a few steps, and before Gojo Satoru could make a move, he directly blocked between the two of them.

The long knife broke inch by inch and shattered into a piece of powder.

The conjurer whose weapon was destroyed widened his eyes: "Who are you!"

Kazuki Matsushiro frowned, and before Gojo Satoru could say anything, the elder who brought him sternly called the conjurer aside, Kazuki Matsushiro's identity was dropped, and the conjurers around him who were glaring at him a second ago They all said nothing.

After all, even if Matsushiro Kazuki doesn't care, he is still one of the core executives in the magic world.

"Is your hand alright?" Gojo Satoru leaned over to see the wound on his finger with great reaction.

This was scratched by a long knife when he just received the spell. The conjurer just used one of the new Yinliu, but unlike other users, it was not because he didn't have the spell. He only went to learn it, but he chose this attack method because his technique was attached to the handle to maximize its launch.

The blade attached to the spell has the effect of [Must Hit]. When Gojo Satoru just called the rest of the people to go up together, the conjurer didn't even aim the blade at Gojo due to factors such as site constraints and crowded people. No wonder he was unconvinced after realizing it once.

"It's okay, a small wound," Kazuki Matsushiro shrank his hands, not letting him see, and changed the subject calmly, "You choose your seat a little further back, my neck hurts from sitting too far forward."

"Nonsense," Gojo Satoru was immediately distracted, and mocked him unceremoniously, "You just sit in the office and lack of exercise. You can get injured just now."

Matsushiro Kazuki: "Hey, it's just a small wound."

Gojo realizes the truth and is not forgiving: "Even if it can heal tomorrow, it is still a wound."

Matsushiro Kazuki: "Okay, okay."

But this wound will never heal.

Matsushiro Kazuki followed Gojo Satoru, looking at the out-of-world attack attribute page projected to him by the system.

[Demon Sword Village Rain: It is specially made for killing, a demon sword that kills with one blow.The sharp blade contains curse poison, and if you scratch it, you will die, and there is no medicine to save it. 】

The moment the conjurer drew out the long knife, the consciousness outside the world projected a demon knife from another world on his blade.

May be thanks to world and world to world compatibility is still different.

The demon knife, which is usually fatal in one blow, is here, and it can drag on for a few days.

[According to this life loss rate...] The system established a mathematical model and calculated, [It can only last for half a month. 】

Compared to the other dead souls under the demon knife who were scratched and died, he was able to survive for half a month.

【Well,】 Kazuki Matsushiro was very calm, 【Get ready to find the next shell. 】

Among so many missions, this is the first time that Kazuki Matsushiro clearly knew the date of his death.

It was a strange experience to watch his body go into ruin. As time went by, those characteristics that belonged to healthy humans gradually faded, his face gradually became pale, and the mantra in his body gradually became barren. And thinking begins to slow down, and errors in judgment and decision-making occur.

This shell is approaching the end of its life.

As if the death trusteeship program was being continuously stretched, suddenly one day, Kazuki Matsushiro woke up in the morning and found that he could not hear.

Only the sound of the system echoed in his mind, and the world had never been so empty and quiet.

Gojo Satoru ran over to him as usual to share the fight with him today, and the system relayed it to him, but Kazuki Matsushiro couldn't see anything on his face: "It's so powerful, so powerful."

[You're so perfunctory,] The system relayed Gojo Wu's words to him at the same time, [By the way, you don't look well recently, are you okay? 】

"It's okay," Kazuki Matsushiro knew that this was a harbinger of imminent death, so he casually gave a reason, "I've recently started to get in touch with some things in the high-level inner circle, and I'm a little tired."

[Oh,] Gojo Satoru seems to be not interested in these things, [Then when you take power, can I kill those high-level people? 】

"That group of high-level officials" may contain more than half of the elders of the Wutiao family.

Matsushiro Kazuki didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Then it will have to wait more than ten years."

Gojo Satoru murmured: [It's not like I won't live more than ten years later. 】

The system relayed it here, and paused.

Matsushiro Kazuki's expression was as usual: "You really think highly of me, Mr. Gojo."

The young master Wutiao curled his lips and said to him: [I'm going to Hokkaido for rating in the next few days, so don't miss me too much. 】

Matsushiro Kazuki was very sincere: "No, it will be much easier for me if you leave."

Once Gojo Satoru is gone, he won't have to do the daily task of [Making Peace with the Old] every day.

Gojo Goku glared at him.

Matsushiro Kazuki was serious: "I wish you success."

[It's not too bad,] Wujo Wu crossed his legs and was full of ambition, [Waiting for me to become the first special level in the magic world. 】

Matsushiro Kazuki reminded him: "99 Yuki is not dead yet."

Gojo Satoru jumped: [The first underage super class! 】

Kazuki Matsushiro stroked the dog's head with a smile, and messed up his styled white hair, and then said, "Why do you use hairspray for minors?"

Gojo Satoru...

Wujo Wuqi died, rolled his eyes and teleported away.

He held his breath and went to the rating, intending to come back with the last special certificate to make Matsushiro Kazuki look bad.

What he didn't know was that after he left, Matsushiro Kazuki stood where he was, with an unprecedentedly calm tone: [System. 】

【What happened? 】The system popped up.

【I can't feel the touch of Gojo Satoru's hair anymore," he twirled his fingers, 【This is the first sense. 】

[Hearing, taste, smell, pain, touch,] the system counts for him, [the fifth one. 】

There is one last thing left, vision.

【It's too late if I don't go anymore,】 Matsushiro Kazuki calculated the remaining time, 【Find a place surrounded by mountains and backed by mountains and rivers, I'll dig a hole myself. 】

During the system period, Ai Ai asked him: [Then, what should Wujo Wu do? 】

Matsushiro Kazuki: […… I don’t know. 】

He really couldn't open his mouth to Wutiaowu. Although he had died twice, the previous few times he died immediately. How could he be executed immediately and delayed like this time? What did he say?

He was suddenly very fortunate that Wujo Wu's rating task happened to be in the last few days, so that he didn't have to let Wujo Wu see his appearance after death for the third time.

[Just... just say I don't want to do it anymore. 】 Kazuki Matsushiro was irritated for a long time, and simply put it to pieces.He densely wrote three whole sheets of paper on the desk for Gojo Satoru, resigned, and then disappeared into the magic world.

This was probably the easiest time for him to die. At the last moment when he lost his sight, his last senses were also taken away, as if floating in the void, without any pain or any real perception.

Gojo Satoru slipped into Kazuki Matsushiro's office with his ID in hand, and after a few minutes, everyone saw something falling down the windows of the top office.

Confetti spread all over the floor.

Then the system's teleportation suddenly pulled Matsushiro Kazuki into the world, and he opened his eyes again.

In front of him was a luxuriously decorated room, with messy models and papers piled up on the table, next to the school uniform jacket and uniform bag thrown on the back of the chair, and two admission notices placed in a mess on the window sill.

Teidan High School, and the Tokyo Metropolitan High School of Magic.

The left side leads to the key high school where the children of Kochi families gather in Mihuacho, Tokyo, and the right side leads to the uncertain future.

"Hi, hello," he called the head teacher's reserved phone number, "Is this Teacher Ye Moth? I intend to enroll in your school."

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Matsushiro Kazuki's accidental admission made Noctua Masato stupid.

This year's three students, one is Gojo Satoru, the god son of the Gojo family, the other is Xia Youjie, a super-level magician, and the other is Jia Ruzi, a user of the reversal spell that has never been done before.

The other one is a genuine rich second generation who, fearing that the bright future of Didan High School will not be successful, and fearing that the family's listed company will not inherit, came to become a magician.

Of course, he didn't mean that conjurers are not smooth, but no matter how you look at it, normal people should choose the former, right?

"It's like this," the boy's voice was sincere and calm on the other end of the phone, "I have wanted to save the world since I was a child."

Ye Mozheng said: "...OK."

At this age, it's time for me to suffer from secondary illness.

On the day when the second-year middle school student entered school, two students in the school who were working every day went out to work, and the only person in the whole grade came out to greet him.

Jia Ruozi clapped his hands for his face, then lit a cigarette in front of the teacher in charge, and blew out a round smoke ring in a very sophisticated manner.

Ye Mozheng said: "...Welcome to enroll."

Before he could say the word of enrolling, two disturbed students came back from a distance, Xia Youjie flew in front, Wujo Wu chased after them, and after the two entered the junior college, the whole school resounded. Only then did Ye Mo Zhengdao see Wutiao Wu holding a disgusting magic spirit of Bala persecuting Xia Youjie.

Xia Youjie swears against it to the death, Wutiao Wu is beside him: "This is the first level, Jie!"

Xia Youjie cursed and said, "I won't eat this because of you!"

Gojo Wu: "No, if you don't eat, I'm not caught for nothing."

Xia Youjie rolled up his sleeves: "You want to fight, right?"

Nocturne is right:  …

Noctua Zhengdao glanced at the new student who was carrying his luggage and looked up at the sky.

He felt that it was necessary to clean up the ethos of the first year of the junior high school, for example, beat up these two bad students first.

How dare you directly bring the curse spirit into the barrier of the high school.

The family member smoked a cigarette beside him, and introduced the freshmen in the midst of the frenzy: "These two are from our class. The one on the left, with small eyes, is called Xia Youjie."

"The one on the right is not human..."

It's called Wujo Wu.

Matsushiro Kazuki said in his heart.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a strange impulse.

He suddenly wanted to say, what is there to introduce, I am the person who knows him best here, and I have stayed with him the longest, watching him change from a seven or eight-year-old child to the tall and straight boy he is today.

But there was another voice in his mind saying: The so-called acquaintance between you and Gojo Satoru was just from stranger to stranger.

Jia Ruozi finished smoking one cigarette and wanted to get another one, but when he emptied the cigarette case, he found it was empty.

"Tsk," she had no choice but to stop introducing, and waved lazily at the freshman, "I'm done smoking, let's go back to the dormitory first."

Kazuki Matsushiro stood in the middle of the road, carrying his luggage, watching Gojo Wujo and Xia Youjie being pulled down from the sky by Noctua Masato, receiving education with their heads downcast and unrepentant. Gojo Satoru's well-founded sophistry was suppressed by Noctua Masato.

He is the stranger who is most familiar with Wujo Satoru here.

Noctua moth finished educating the two problem students in the right way and turned their heads to see that the nitrous oxide was gone, only the freshmen were still standing in the middle of the road.

Ye Mozheng said: ...What kind of students does he lead this year!

Xia Youjie and Wujo Wu, who had already got on Honglong and were about to run away, followed his gaze.

Xia Youjie leaned over in a low voice: "Wu, is this what the night moth said about saving the world's rich second generation?"

"Enlightenment?" He didn't get a reply for a long time, which was inexplicable.

Xia Youjie tilted his head, and saw Gojo Wu with his head down, his eyes wide open, and his jaw tightened into a sharp line.

He was hanging in the sky, looking at Matsushiro Kazuki standing on the ground.

His resentment, his full of grievances, his unreconciled affection and indistinguishable love and hatred were suddenly awakened very quickly at this moment.

Without any hesitation, Xia Youjie didn't have time to ask the second sentence. In the next second, Gojo Satoru jumped off the rainbow dragon and dragged away the new classmate with his luggage.

At the high school, only Xia Youjie and Ye Mozhengdao remained.

Facing the darkened face of his homeroom teacher, Xia Youjie gave cover to his best friend: "It's like old friends at first sight, it's like old friends at first sight."

Night Moth said rightly: Tired, destroy this spell master.

He: "...too nonsense, Wu!"

Matsushiro Kazuki was pulled and dragged into the assigned dormitory by Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru grabbed his collar and paused every word: "Didn't you resign and leave Tokyo?"

"Don't you wish me a bright future?"

"Didn't you feel that the power struggle is very tiring and let me not look for you?"

"Didn't you say that you would go abroad to relax and never get in touch with the troubles of the magic world again?"

He said every word and every word, all the words in the farewell letter that Matsushiro Kazuki racked his brains to make up in those three pages.

"You wish me a bright future and become a super class. Maybe I will be lucky enough to meet you when I go abroad for missions in the future." Gojo Satoru almost laughed angrily, "Okay, do you think it's fate now?"

The system in Kazuki Matsushiro's mind was raving about swear words, the content of which was extremely high: [Whoa, whoa, whoa, Gojo Satoru recognized it! ! ! 】

[What the hell is going on! ! ! 】

[Matsushiro Kazuki, what the hell, you are a little bit reactive! ! ! 】

Matsushiro Kazuki opened his eyes slightly, he didn't expect this development.

In fact, he didn't even think that Gojo Satoru would come to the high school of conjuration. He thought that with the situation of Gojo's family and his status as a super class, he didn't need to mix up this diploma.

Gojo Satoru tugged at his collar, as if he would not let him go without an explanation.

Menacing, with indistinguishable love and hate and unwilling affection.

Matsushiro Kazuki was helpless, rubbing his hair as he did before he left last time, his voice was full of comfort: "It's not after thinking about it, I think I have to come and serve you, young master."

"Fart," Gojo Satoru gritted his teeth, still aggressive, but much weaker than before, "You think Liuyan can't tell that you have changed."

The light of water flickered in front of his eyes, and the piece of water in his eyes was like the embryonic form of the Milky Way: "You will change people only after you die."

Matsushiro Kazuki was really shocked now.

Gojo Satoru means that he knows that it was him the previous few times?

"It doesn't mean that every death will come to you," he finally poked Wujou's face, and sighed maturely, "Hey, I'm not as soft as I was when I was a child."

Gojo Satoru seemed to be punctured by him, but he didn't expect him to admit it like this. He froze for a moment, then grabbed him persistently and asked, "Is this restraint? Is it a spell? You will never die. Is it? You can only live in someone else's body like this..."

"Take it as a spell," Matsushiro Kazuki leaned against the wall helplessly, "why can't you say the details."

"Then you can always tell what happened last time?" He asked.

"There was a problem with the knife last time, if you touch it, you will die," Kazuki Matsushiro said lightly, and even added, "The person holding the knife doesn't know, so don't bother him."

Gojo Satoru's voice suddenly became louder: "So you already knew you were going to die!"

Kazuki Matsushiro stroked his hair like a cat, trying to comfort him: "Hey, I'm dead, but not completely dead?"

Gojo Satoru didn't seem to be appeased, but was about to die of anger: "Then you are courting death by coming together!"

"Ah, otherwise, don't you think I'm going to die?" Kazuki Matsushiro carelessly stroked the cat, "I found you after a lot of hard work, Gojo Satoru."

Gojo Satoru: ...

He looked like he wanted to say something, but was a little overwhelmed by this sentence.

The system looked at Wutiao Wu, whose ears were a little red now: [You can coax me well? 】

Matsushiro Kazuki: [Otherwise. 】

He thought for a while, and concluded objectively: [Actually, the six eyes are not so disgusting when they grow up, and they are quite easy to talk to. 】

System: [... Ah yes yes yes. 】

In the end, Gojo Satoru didn't say a word that day.

Because just when he was mentally prepared to speak, the smoke alarm in the dormitory suddenly sounded, and the fire sprinkler above his head suddenly sprinkled the two of them.

"I'm sorry," Jia Ruozi opened the door and leaned halfway in with a extinguished cigarette in his mouth in a mist of water, "I just smoked and set off the smoke alarm."

"Yo," she saw Gojo Satoru, "Gojo you are here too."

Gojo Satoru: ...

Matsushiro Kazuki didn't change his face: "Gojo-san is willing to help others and help me clean up the dormitory."

At home, Ruzi looked at Gojo Satoru several times as if he was looking at an alien, and finally closed the door and left after sighing that the sun had come out from the west.

Gojo Satoru stood in the room, the emotions that had been brewing were washed away, and he forced his voice to ask: "Do you have anything else to say?"

He said it like "what else do you have to confess".

Matsushiro Kazuki was amused by him, patted him on the shoulder and praised: "Nice abs."

Five senses and one dumb.

Then, as if he was about to catch it, he slammed the door and left without looking back.

【Uh... Kazuki Matsushiro,】The system watched for a long time from the sidelines, 【Do you think there is something about Gojo Satoru...】

【What? ] Kazuki Matsushiro was puzzled.

[Just...] The system hesitates, [He has feelings for you that go beyond revolutionary friendship? 】

Matsushiro froze.

[What kind of relationship is other than revolutionary friendship?] He didn't change his face, suppressing the thousands of thoughts in his heart, [the pure father-son relationship between us. 】

The system was speechless: [It's not that the General Administration doesn't allow dating within missions, hey, it's boring for you. 】

Matsushiro Kazuki asked him back: [You smelt copper?Real punishment, it's too cruel. 】

System: [... Get out of here. 】

It made Kazuki Matsushiro angry.

The system is gone, and Kazuki Matsushiro is at ease. He has been a companion to the Gojo family, a supervisor and assistant for pick-up tasks, and a core high-level executive in the magic world. Now he is a student in the high school of magic. do not adapt.

Within a few days, Kazuki Matsushiro became friends with two other students in this grade.

Without him, as a rich second generation who really owns a mine at home, Kazuki Matsushiro’s dormitory has the most advanced game consoles and discs of this era. Before Gojo Satoru could react, he could see Natsu You Jie came over to play games.

Then there is the nitrate at home.

On the day of enrollment, he was drenched in the cold, and Matsushiro immediately removed the smoke alarm in the dormitory, and came here to smoke a cigarette from time to time, using it as a lounge.

Gojo Satoru lay on his shoulder and said aggrievedly, "Why do you know the two of them better than I do?"

"Obviously..." Xia Youjie couldn't afford it, learning while playing games, "Obviously I came first..."

The family entered the glass and took out the half-smoked cigarette, vividly: "Why are you so proficient!"

Matsushiro Kazuki: "Again, it's the season of white photo frames again?"

Wujo Wuqi died.

The two wicked classmates started to look at him: "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha."

Matsushiro Kazuki: "Young people are really energetic..."

The scorpion in the house is next to him: "How old are you?"

Matsushiro Kazuki put on a show: "It's only a few hundred or a thousand years old, you have to call me an old man."

Home into the glass: "Tch——"

Xia Youjie turned his head while holding the NDS: "Old man, is Dongsen coming?"

Kazuki Matsushiro rolled out of bed quickly, his legs and feet were extremely neat: "Come."

The next day, Gojo Wu stopped him on the road and insisted on asking him, "Are you really hundreds or thousands?"

Xia Youjie and Jiarui Glass took this as Matsushiro Kazuki's bluff, but he really listened to it.

"No," Matsushiro Kazuki couldn't laugh or cry, "I'm about the same age as you."

He joined the administration at the age of seventeen or eighteen, and he had just come of age when he joined the mission.

If you really want to calculate it, you will be ten years older than Gojo Wu, right?

Gojo Satoru breathed a sigh of relief, "Oh, that's fine."

The system looked at Wujo Wu's two dark circles from the side, tsk tsk: [He must have made up a lot last night. 】

Matsushiro Kazuki: [What do you think? 】

System: [Both Nitro and Xia Youjie have seen it. If you don't want me to say that he likes you, if you insist on saying it's a father-son relationship, then imagine the hero's father. 】

Matsushiro Kazuki: [Why don't you stop talking. 】

System: [I don't.Shocked, he had an eight-year-old son in his prime. 】

Matsushiro Kazuki: 【You think I can't deal with you after I leave the mission, right? 】

System: [... Boom. 】

Matsushiro Kazuki is the fighting ace of the operation group of the management authority, it is just a weak and helpless leader.

The days went on like this.

Suddenly, one afternoon, the system said to him: [Matsushiro Kazuki, the world has stabilized. 】

Kazuki Matsushiro, who was still reading, was taken aback for a moment: 【Didn't you say you have to wait for Wujo Wu to become an adult? 】

[This means that we overfulfilled the task,] the system doesn't quite understand, [But according to the process, we still have to wait for him to reach adulthood before leaving. 】

[OK,] Kazuki Matsushiro had no objection, and he didn't rush back, [There will be no extraterrestrial attacks after that? 】

The system thought for a while: [It stands to reason. 】

His mission was completed from this moment on.

But for some reason, Matsushiro Kazuki didn't feel relieved. He suddenly felt that he had been shouldering the task of protecting Gojo Satoru for so many years, and suddenly told him that from now on he didn't have to worry about being afraid anymore.

He was a little uncomfortable.

Gojo Satoru was so keenly aware that something was wrong with him.

At this time, his meaning for Kazuki Matsushiro was so obvious that the whole school knew it. The two wicked people who had nothing to do with him like to laugh at Gojo Satoru. Noctua Masamichi had given up on ideological education for this class of students. Yes, hot eyes are just as invisible.

The junior student Hui Yuanxiong didn't understand the situation at first, Nanami Jianren thought for a while and said to him: "Senior Wujo seems to like..."

He motioned to Kazuki Matsushiro silently with his gaze.

Hui Yuanxiong:! ! !

You are so fashionable in the world of conjuration!

From then on, Hui Yuanxiong felt very uncomfortable every time he saw Matsushiro Kazuki, and the simple and simple boy would look red when he saw Matsushiro Kazuki walking with Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru was 1 vigilant, and even spent a day blocking his juniors, as if he was blocking normal students asking for protection fees. He insisted on asking him if he liked Kazuki Matsushiro.

Hui Yuanxiong was at a loss for words, he hesitated.

Gojo Satoru became anxious.

At the critical moment, Qihai Jianren appeared very reliably, and rescued his partner from the hands of the unreliable seniors: "Huiyuan is embarrassed to see the seniors walking together."

Hui Yuanxiong nodded wildly like a chick pecking at rice.

Hui Yuanxiong: "Hundred..."

Qihai Jianren answered the words very reliably: "A century-old relationship."

Hui Yuanxiong looked at his classmate as if he was saved.

Nanami Jianren translated: "He likes petite, weak and cute girls."

Hui Yuanxiong covered his face.

Matsushiro Kazuki passing by:? ? ?In broad daylight, the world is bright and clear, and the exchange xp is here in broad daylight?

"What are you doing here?"

Gojo Satoru directly confidently hid his wife: "Haihara wishes us a happy marriage for a hundred years."

Matsushiro Kazuki: "...Good wishes, don't wish next time."

Since then, Gojo Satoru and Matsushiro Kazuki have never been able to tell each other clearly.

Kazuki Matsushiro was not quite right the past few days, he kept looking at Gojo Satoru intentionally or unintentionally, surrounded by unscrupulous Ruzi and Xia Youjie, who started to gamble, with one betting together and the other not being there, the odds were basically one to one.

Hui Yuanxiong passing by: "What? Are the seniors not together yet?"

Jianren Qihai dragged away his classmates who were not in the situation while holding his forehead.

In the afternoon of that day, Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie took over the task of the astral body.

Kazuki Kazuki and Matsushiro stayed at the school as usual, taking advantage of Xia Youjie's absence, Yazi began to tease his Dongsen number.

While fighting, Jia Ruozi couldn't help asking: "What's the matter with you and Wujo Wu?"

Matsushiro Kazuki: "...That's all."

Nitrate narrowed his eyes: "What's going on?"

Kazuki Matsushiro knew that he and Xia Youjie had placed a bet, so he spread his hands and replied, "Come to me and find out if it's worth a thousand dollars?"

Nitro, who bet together: "Tch——"

"A strong girl is afraid of pestering her husband," she said in a very tactful manner, "you will be with Wujo Wu sooner or later."

Matsushiro Kazuki: "Glass, you wouldn't do this just to win against Xia Youjie, would you?"

The two were chatting, at this moment, the alarm that had not sounded for a long time suddenly sounded in Kazuki Matsushiro's mind.

[Attack from outside the world,] Kazuki Matsushiro stood up abruptly, startling Kazuko, 【Didn't you say there is no more? 】

The system made a calculation: [It is reasonable to say that the deadly out-of-world attack will not appear again? 】

Matsushiro Kazuki: 【...You mean this is not fatal? 】

System: [Should it? 】

[Where is there a non-lethal attack outside the world,] Kazuki Matsushiro took a few deep breaths, [Open the map icon. 】

For the fourth time, he stood in front of Gojo Satoru.

It was Fuheshier who stabbed him.

The system scolded at the side: [Fu Heisher, that dog didn't recognize you. 】

Matsushiro Kazuki: [...Although he didn't recognize me, he kept his promise and collected my body if he said he would.I didn't catch up with him a few times ago, but I will charge him for stabbing me this time... Self-disciplined men are really scary. 】

It's true that fg is not more but more refined.

His body temperature was gradually draining, and he told the system that it was normal that Zenyuan could not even recognize him, that he would not be with Gojo Wu after his next shell, that he was going to the winery to deal with the world rift, and that he could not confuse missions with reality.

But in his heart, only he knew that he had fooled the system but could not fool himself.

He intentionally changed the topic, he didn't dare to look at Wujo's face, he didn't dare to think how Wujo would be feeling now, and even, he never wanted to face Wujo again.

He knew that Gojo Satoru's expression must not be very good-looking at this time, and he closed his eyes as if he couldn't see.

The shortness of breath in his ears was so severe that he let the system start the hosting program, pretending that he couldn't hear it.

In the darkness, he thought in his heart, he would always leave this world and never come back, he could not give Gojo Satoru hope and give him despair.

But he knew clearly that when he started to think seriously, it meant that things were out of control now.

It's just a fledgling plot, just a fledgling plot.

He closed and opened his eyes, and what he saw was the simple dormitory decoration in the institute.

Like an ostrich that has finally stuck into the sand, he suddenly relaxed.

Matsushiro Kazuki lay on the bed, and lay there for a long while as if he was relaxing.

The system thought something was wrong with him: [Matsushiro Kazuki, are you okay? 】

【...It's okay,】 After a while, Kazuki Matsushiro replied, 【I feel that Zenyuan Shier's blow was too hard just now, and my head still hurts now. 】

System: [Hey, won't this grandson take revenge? 】

Work in the Institute is boring.

The main thing is that Matsushiro Kazuki doesn’t understand these things. In fact, the daily research is done by the system. The system tells him what he wants to do, and he does what he does.

You don't even need to move your mind.

Of course, Kazuki Matsushiro couldn't move his brain even if he wanted to, facing a room full of high-tech instruments that he couldn't understand.

But I don't know if it's to let the mind that has been thinking about Gojo Satoru now wait for his brain to stop, or to find something to do for himself, Matsushiro Kazuki began to focus all his attention on research.

Probably it really paid off. Three months after becoming a researcher, he and the system really discovered the research direction of APTX4869.

The organization in black saw the initial results of the research, and Kazuki Matsushiro was quickly promoted to the person in charge, and transferred to another research institute with better equipment.

And this is where he and the system's original goal is, the research institute with the world rift.

More importantly, after going around, this research institute is actually very close to the college.

The research institute was concealed under the appearance of a pharmaceutical factory, and not far from the pharmaceutical factory was a relatively prosperous small community.

All the researchers in the research institute basically meet their daily needs in this small community. Everyone is an otaku, and there is nothing to travel far. Kazuki Matsushiro is not familiar with them, and he doesn't go out with them very often.

Until one day, after the daily research was over, several of his researchers got together and said they planned to go to the izakaya in the community, and the oldest one abnormally declined the party invitation.

"Just drop by after get off work, so you don't have to drink," he rubbed his head shyly. "My daughter celebrates her birthday, and I ordered a cake for her at the dessert shop over there."

"Dessert shop?" Matsushiro Kazuki had already walked by, but when he heard this sentence, he suddenly turned around and asked.

"Yes, it's at the corner of the community," the researcher was taken aback, "You like desserts, Team Leader."

Matsushiro Kazuki: "...No."

But a certain white hair who likes to eat desserts quickly filled his whole thoughts like a vine climbing up.

The system was idly eating melon seeds on the sidelines: [If you really want Wujo Wu, go back and have a look. 】

Kazuki Matsushiro insisted: 【I didn't. 】

Then the next day, he went very honestly.

It was the dessert shop that I went to.

Next to the sweet shop is a retail store and there is a smoking spot next to the retail store.

He went to buy a pack of cigarettes every day, and the unopened cigarettes in the dormitory would pile up into mountains, and he didn't smoke, as if he was looking for an excuse to go to the dessert shop.

Once a researcher came into his room and asked him why he hoarded so many cigarettes?

Matsushiro Kazuki thought for a while: "Personal hobby."

The researcher left with a vague understanding.

Matsushiro Kazuki also said that he didn't know whether he was here for a few minutes every day because he wanted to be lucky and happened to meet Gojo Satoru who came here, or if he was just giving himself a little comfort.

Until one day, he didn't meet Gojo Satoru, but accidentally met Nitro who came here to buy cigarettes.

The housekeeper was still smoking a cigarette, and when Kazuki Matsushiro entered, she just came out of it.

Unexpectedly, Kazuki Matsushiro bought a pack from the counter without even looking at it, walked to the smoking point and patted Nitro on the shoulder: "Can I borrow a fire?"

"Huh?" Jia Ruozi was stunned for a moment, then took out a lighter, "Here."

Kazuki Matsushiro had never smoked.

He imitated the way he remembered the nitrous in his home and took a breath, the acrid gas rushed straight into his nasal cavity, making him want to cry a bit.

Seeing that this unexpectedly experienced man with the gesture of clamping the cigarette was choked like this, he couldn't help but curled the corners of his mouth, and said amusedly, "This cigarette is too strong, not suitable for beginners."

"I know." Matsushiro Kazuki coughed earth-shatteringly.

The moment he lit it, he discovered that this kind of smoke was the one that Nitzi and Xia Youjie had smoked before. .

All in all, it's definitely not for beginners.

But at this moment, he couldn't tell whether he was smoking to recall yesterday or something else, and he took another deep breath.

This time, he got his wish and his eyes blurred.

Zenyuan Shier didn't recognize him, and Nitro didn't recognize him.

It turned out that Gojo Satoru was the only one who could tell who he was without any cover up.

The next day, he threw away all the cigarettes in the room.

He never went to that convenience store again.

A few months later, at a place unknown to all researchers, the system produced a complete product of APTX4869.

The system was worried about the pill: [Hey, this thing can't be handed over to the Black Organization, right? 】

Matsushiro Kazuki: 【Of course not. 】

【...Suddenly very upset,】