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This gem obviously touched Yokozaki Yukiya's subconscious, and a fragment that had nothing to do with them flashed in front of them.

"Xingya-kun, superhuman ability is a very special existence. It is rooted in the human soul. It can be said that it is the external manifestation of the soul."

"Grafting supernatural powers into your body is like mixing souls together. Of course, there are easier ways. Shibusawa-kun and Tatsuhiko can cut off the piece of soul that belongs to supernatural powers..."

"You understand what to do, don't you?"

The boy, who looked only eight or nine years old, was holding a skull and nodded slowly.

"Head," he uttered the words with difficulty, thought for a while and then said, "Shibusawa, who is it?"

Although he had doubts, his expression didn't change at all, as if he didn't care, but he actually asked.

"A real good-hearted man," the frail young man smiled, placing his gloved hand on the head, "he gave his life willingly, just to see the brilliance, you understand .”

"Glory." Xingya raised his head, looked at the bright light tubes on the ceiling, and then at the young man.

"It's not like this," the young man sighed softly, and changed the topic, "You will see it sooner or later. Of course, not now."

"The scene at that time will be quite interesting."

"Fyodor..."

The sound of gnashing teeth obviously did not come from Yokozaki Yukiya. The memories shook as if they were shocked, and more fragments that were broken and out of shape flashed in front of them quickly, like crushed diamonds, and each piece reflected a different scene. .

Strange humanoid beings fighting desperately, bloody arms tied with blades, intertwined with the light of the blades scattered like snowflakes.A collapsed clock tower, a broken white whale, someone wants to turn back time... but his machine has failed.People were running away, but most of them were in a daze. The people who were kneeling everywhere seemed to have been completely confused. They only knew how to put their hands together and pray for the protection and mercy of the gods.

The red-haired man held the young child in his arms who couldn't even cry, looked up at the towering building that seemed to have no end, and sighed softly: "I forgot again... it changed back to five seconds."

In the next second, the building collapsed, smoke and dust rose everywhere, and an octopus-like tentacled body traversed the entire screen, so even the crying of the dying child stopped.

"President Tanizaki! We need cover here!"

"Brother! This is the port mafia, don't be so rude!"

"The clock tower has the most complete research materials, our side..."

"Humans, it's interesting."

"I don't know."

"Since I'm a monster...Since I'm a monster, why do you still give me a heart!!"

"It's strange, Yukiya-kun. Many countries have been destroyed, but only this country... No, this city is special. Why do you think it is?"

"So that's how it is...it's a pity, I didn't see that Hong Kong gangster..."

"Yukiya-kun, this is my last question—"

"Do you know 'book'?"

It was like a double bass, pulling out the heaviest and heaviest tremolo, and as the word was spit out, the kaleidoscopically rotating picture suddenly stopped, stagnating in the ocean of blood.

It stayed in a golden pupil.

"Fortunately—Mi—kun—"

"What are you crying about?"

His eyes blinked, revealing the eyelids that had been scratched by a sharp weapon.

"Or, is this the only way to go?"

The owner of the eyes took a few steps back, his tone was obviously full of disappointment, but his eyes were still full of smiles: "Show me. Even if he dies, what is the repertoire that Fei Jia will present?"

In the silence, the sound of pages being turned gradually sounded.

Once upon a time, there was a child who had nothing.One day, he picked up a book.

The book looked very ordinary, and it was inconspicuous even when it fell on the ground. There were a lot of people passing by, and no one noticed it or even glanced at it.But the child picked it up, and it didn't matter what kind of mood he was holding at the moment of contact.

He saw countless worlds where "he" existed. He looked at those himself, from having nothing to owning teachers, subordinates, partners, and friends who can understand him...

And then nothing.

Even if he betrays his teacher, kicks out his partner, or even owns the organization outright, his friends will leave him.Even if we never met, it was never enough.

This made him realize one thing over and over again.

His life is cursed.

The more you want to get it, the faster you lose it.But if it's just that, it seems to be nothing.At least someone has achieved happiness, even if that person has nothing to do with you.

He even began to get used to the gloomy destruction represented by the name Osamu Dazai.

Obviously, they are all supernatural power users, but his supernatural power makes him excluded from the "supernatural power".

Even though I have a book, I can't write anything down.

Ordinary and extraordinary, both the same and the different, no one is his accomplice.

but……

"...Are you, do you have an ego?"

In the parallel world he could observe, no book had ever been guessed to have consciousness, which was completely unreasonable and unreasonable.But he can feel, intuition, sixth sense, some kind of voice in the dark. Every time he opens the book, it feels like falling into a rabbit hole. He is walking in the boundless universe, and there is a rabbit following him.

Curious, pure, just looking at him, pure and calm like a baby, indifferent and speechless like a beast.

but……

Once the news of the book is learned by two or more beings, this world will cease to exist.He has observed many unintentionally collapsed worlds, the reasons are similar, and the death is the same.

Will this brand new life, which exists without one in a million, disappear for such a ridiculous reason?

...he is a selfish man.

Before he figured out a countermeasure...

The huge existence with countless eyeballs looked here.

There used to be "gods" in this world.Rather than saying that they are gods who can be happy, angry, sad, and joyful in the traditional sense, it is better to say that they are just a chaotic consciousness, an aggregation of some vague ideas, and it is even difficult to say whether He is one or countless.Some of them have been passed down by word of mouth and have been blurred from generation to generation, leaving only countless names that seem to be true but not false.

For such gods, their only valuable legacy is the "book".Wanting to continue, wanting to continue to survive, such a confused and unwilling mood, drives the pages of the book to turn, and keeps flashing.But it is always blank, even if it appears to the world due to a strong desire, it does not know the true content of the desire.

It's small and blank.It is a supernatural item, and supernatural powers, or humans, have not even existed for a long time.

No one could stand against those monsters, not the book, not him, nor this corrupt world.

unless……

Unless the book itself has a strong desire for life, it can escape like a human being, abandoning this fragile and incompetent world, and looking for a new, safe world to settle down.

It can be a human being.It doesn't matter if you have supernatural powers or not.Maybe a new Osamu Dazai will come across it, maybe not.Maybe you will come across a consciousness transformed into a new "book", and it doesn't matter if you don't.

He gave the remaining tenderness to his only and last friend in this world.

The only thing he didn't think of was that the book didn't abandon the world.

It protects here.

Even protected him as well.

No matter how many calculations are made, it is always a leak.

"Fyodor..."

The river ripples with continuous ripples, as if the light of the sky reflects into the bottom of the water, and in the blink of an eye, it turns into a calm dream again.

"It looks like a monster." A voice came from afar, with weakness and emotion that cannot be ignored.

Yuki blinked again.The river disappeared, and he floated in a jar filled with blue-green liquid, staring soundlessly out.

"Hello, Yukiya-kun," as the footsteps approached, a white figure slowly appeared in his vision.He was wearing a snow-white coat and a snow-white hat, and his curving black hair looked like a cliff of frozen soil that would never melt away.

He is like a handful of snow falling from an extremely cold place, frostbite all those who are stared at by him.

"I will be your protector from now on, please give me your advice, Yukiya."

……protector.

"You should have guessed it to some extent, right?" The black-haired young man leaned close to the glass, his purple eyes sparkling with interest, "They are all dead."

"Because you—there's no way to leave this laboratory."

"Obviously retaining quite powerful abilities, grafting other people's gene fragments, and adjusting all aspects extremely well, but it can't even go on the battlefield."

"In the Far East, there are not many powerful people with supernatural powers, and almost even people without supernatural powers have joined, but."

"Xingya-kun, are you willing to wait like this?"

"If you can be stronger, maybe..."

He smiled slightly: "They won't be like wild dogs, lingering on their last days, and they won't be able to obtain happiness no matter what."

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I love them all.Really.

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