Days as a Reincarnator in Yokohama

In the system space, the "Gourmet Illustrated Book", which was originally as quiet as a dead thing, suddenly vibrated. In the system backpack, on the pages hidden in the cabinet, the indistinct crazy babbling became blurred and unpredictable.

The main task, level, regeneration point, etc. all become a string of garbled characters.

Outside the system, Hirakawa Yaji suppressed the throbbing in his heart and calmed down.

At this time, the black mist was still secretly touching the skin behind his ears, and with a movement of his eyes, he grabbed the black mist's little tail abruptly.

He wanted to check the opponent's attributes, but he didn't expect that the next moment, the black mist squeezed towards his palm like a tired bird returning to the forest.

He used his power to stop something of unknown origin, but the moment he touched it, he felt that it was his own power.

The black mist from the same source was not hindered in the slightest, and happily squeezed into his body, and also brought the "Gourmet Illustrated Book" on the table.

The light was swept away by the aftermath of power, and the room fell into darkness for an instant. Before the last light went out, the pain on his face was fleeting.

……

Hirakawa Yaji was a little confused.

He stood in a shadow with a blank mind, the faces of the people around him came and went nervously, and urgent sirens sounded from time to time.

He wanted to grab people to ask about the situation, but he was like a ghost, his fingers went straight through people's arms, and no one could see him.

This is where?He came out from the corner, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a stack of documents on the desktop. He took a few steps forward and looked down.

File Name——"Analysis on the Possibility of the King of Gold and King of Silver Falling Sword Incidents"

"Gold and silver fell into the sword?" His eyes were blank, and he felt like he couldn't read.

As the two kings who have reigned the longest and were born when the Dresden stone slab was excavated, Hirakawa Masaki never thought that they would fall into the sword.

He was at a loss for a moment, and couldn't wait to look down.

"The time to fall the sword is..." He shook his fingertips.

Whispering: "I remembered, tonight the strange riots in the polar region, I set off to the Mediterranean to intercept the strange. This time is... three days later!"

The next moment, the scene in front of him collapsed like hundreds of millions of building blocks.

In just a moment, a new scene appeared around him.

He seemed to be in a forest, and in the distant sky, the red and blue Wang Jian faced each other.

He just glanced at it, and the next moment, the two giant swords fell at the same time, and when they reached the ground, they solidified and shattered at the same time.

Are the Red King and Qing King dead together?he guessed.

The screen changes again, this time green and gray...

Standing in that familiar position again, the document has changed from discussing the falling swords of the King of Gold and the King of Silver to discussing the falling swords of the six kings.

On the monitoring screen not far away, the display time is one month later.

"So, apart from me, all the kings fell with their swords within a month?" Hirakawa Yaji felt unbelievable.

He quickly sank into the system, wanting to check the feedback on the special task Deep Sea City, but found a mess of garbled characters on the system panel that was jumping rapidly. He checked it from beginning to end, and found that there were unread red dots on the mailbox.

Clicking in with trepidation, it happened to be the latest feedback from tonight's special mission, but when he saw it clearly, his pupils suddenly shrank.

[Ding, special mission - the city of the deep sea. (Failed) There is no systematic punishment for special missions, please pay attention to the actual situation for specific consequences. 】

Mission failed?

But it is clear that several other kings have just sent news that they have successfully driven the weirdness back to the polar region. Where is the failure?

The system didn't give an explanation, but soon he saw it by himself...

The place where he is now seems to be a command center. If you look more carefully, you will find that this is the Healing Country Regeneration Research Institute.

He floated out of the window and saw a huge colorless sword hanging above the research institute above the clouds. The sanctuary continued to unfold, covering one-third of Yokohama's area.

The original location of the top floor was changed to the temporary residence of Dresden Slate,

When his soul floated to the top floor, he saw the consciousness of the Dresden stone slab sitting lonely on the slate.

Seeing his figure, the slate mind tilted its head, and many symbols seemed to flash in its eyes.

Then he suddenly said, "It's you."

Hirakawa Yaji was surprised, he thought the current scene was the memory brought by the black mist and "Gourmet Illustrated Book", but he didn't expect that the slate consciousness could communicate.

"Sit down and talk." The slate consciousness patted on the side and said.

Hirakawa Yaji sat down and stopped talking.

Slate Consciousness: "You want to ask what happened?"

Hirakawa Masaki nodded.

The slate consciousness sighed: "This matter is more complicated to talk about, probably starting with the contamination of the 'book'.

When the book was protecting me from being polluted by the weirdness, the weirdness took advantage of it and polluted it, and wrote the ending of 'the weirdness will hide in the shadow of the world and grow stronger until it can completely occupy the world'.

However, Osamu Dazai's supernatural ability is a disqualification in the world-the ultimate anti-supernatural ability, and his IQ is close to a monster. Everyone will be deceived by the result of the book, but he discovered the strangeness in the dark. After many times With his secret exploration, he found a strange amount of something wrong, and deduced the result that the book was polluted. "

"The other two script masters learned about the situation through him. Later, they thought of many ways to rewrite the ending of the book, or hide it. Finally, they found you. No, it should be said that the broken pages of the book will You send them there."

Hirakawa Yaji nodded, then frowned slightly: "Is there anything wrong with that?"

The slate consciousness shook his calf: "From my point of view, it is no problem to isolate the book and expose the weirdness. If it continues, the weirdness will only continue to absorb the energy of the human world and grow secretly until it can completely overturn the world. , emerged to give the world a final blow."

"Unfortunately, the method is correct, but the time is too late."

His pure white eyes looked at Hirakawa Yaji, and his indifferent face seemed to be compassionate like a god.

Hirakawa Yaji's heart skipped a beat.

The slate consciousness held his hand and said, "I'll take you to see ten years later."

In the blink of an eye, the world turns upside down.

The scene in front of him was like a cassette tape, the picture and sound were stuck one by one, but certain things were enough for Hirakawa Yaji to understand.

The once bustling human world is full of broken walls and ruins, weird carnivals on the ruins, the sea submerges most of the city, dense deep-sea foreign objects occupy the world, and the air seems to be full of madness.

Hirakawa Masaki listened intently, and found that the voice was very familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.

The slate consciousness led him to a sea surface.

Crazy words became clearer. There were huge green stone buildings protruding from the sea. Countless strange dependents were crawling and praying with their arms raised up. It seemed that something was looking towards them. He clenched his fists, his whole body Muscles tense, and a terrifying sense of danger weighs on him.

It's R'lyeh!

No wonder his mission failed, R'lyeh actually appeared ten years later.

When his consciousness almost collapsed, the slate consciousness pulled him to move instantly.

The former healing country has become ruins, and the remaining human beings have built their settlements in remote places in the interior.

They came to the plateau. This time, Hirakawa Masaki saw himself, and many people he was familiar with, such as Sawada Tsunayoshi, Tsushima Si... But there were also many acquaintances who did not see him, including Nakahara Chuya, Dazai Osamu , Kunikida Doppo...

He and the slate consciousness were close to the 'Pingchuan Gathering'.

In ten years, he transitioned from a young man in prime of life to a mature and stable appearance. His figure has lost a lot of weight, and his eyes are filled with unresolved melancholy. People are very sure that he will be a qualified leader ten years later.

He was talking with Sawada Tsunayoshi, holding a small silver-white combination box that he was familiar with.

In the sky, the majestic colorless sword was constantly flickering with electricity, and the blade seemed to disintegrate uncontrollably, and the scene in front of him clearly showed that

His king sword is about to fall.

He heard "Hirakawa Yaji" say to Sawada Tsunayoshi: "You must remember that the time cannot be too early or too late. If I learn about the city too early, I will be polluted before I act. If it is too late , the madness factor and spiritual infection in that city will spread rapidly, and cause the king to drop his sword.

The replacement process of each king will deal a huge blow to the Dresden Slate, and it will weaken its power with the strangeness. If both cornerstones of the world are polluted, the possibility of our comeback will become very small very small. "

Sawada Tsunayoshi nodded: "Okay, I will definitely deliver it on time."

After finishing speaking, he seemed unable to bear it, and grabbed Pingchuan Yaji: "Big brother!"

He didn't know when his eyes were red, and he could vaguely see the softness and dependence wrapped in the beautiful Pengelie ten generations.

Standing aside and watching them, Hirakawa Masaki was slightly taken aback. After carefully describing the appearance of Sawada Tsunayoshi for a while, a memory suddenly flashed in his mind.

His eyes are complicated, no wonder he thought Sawada Tsunayoshi looked familiar before, it turned out to be the first child he met when he first arrived in this world who could see his soul.

"Hirakawa Yaji" gently hugged this Judaime from ten years ago, and then gently pushed him away, his brows and eyes were calm, like the surface of a quiet lake.

"Okay, ten years of bazooka is limited, let's get started."

He looked at the crumbling colorless sword in the sky, and gently stretched out his palm.

The crowd not far away became agitated because of his actions, and suppressed cries could be heard faintly.

Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't bear to look directly at him and turned his head away.

In the so-called heavy atmosphere, everyone seemed to understand what was going to happen next, and the fact that this was about to happen, they couldn't stop it, and they couldn't stop it. They had already reached this point, with so many people dead, they could only bet , betting on the success of Hirakawa Masaki and Sawada Tsunayoshi's plan.

People looked up and saw that the gloomy sky had not seen the sun for a long time. At this moment, the dark clouds were suddenly shaken away by force, and a ray of sunlight leaked out.

A black mist like ink flowed down from the sword of Damocles, and the black mist wrapped around him, rubbing every part of his exposed skin reluctantly, like a clinging human cat.

"Chiya, be good, we will meet again soon, help me to meet Chuya, I haven't seen him for a long time."

His voice was soft and gentle, with an ethereal smile, as if it would break if touched.