Why aren't people raising me

Saiki Kusuo, a nine-year-old superhuman, was brought to the game hall by his mother to whack-a-mole. Although he likes this game very much, he often cannot enjoy it because every time he plays it, he will scrap a game console.

It doesn't feel like Whack-a-mole is going to be that attractive any time soon.

Saiki Kusuo sincerely felt sorry for his loss of happiness for a while, until he caught two strange heart sounds.

One full of malice, more dull than normal human beings, one full of struggle and resistance, but thinking about lines that are completely inconsistent with real thoughts.

There are different opinions on how specific it is, but it is probably——

"So Masaharu, why do you want a computer and mobile phone so much? You just tried to use the learning machine here to surf the Internet." A more mature voice asked.His heartbeat is full of doubts and calculations, and he is obviously extremely gentle, achieving the respect and love of human beings for the young and weak, but in essence he doesn't care or even despises them.

And Yazhi in his mouth replied, "Because you are very poor, I want to find a charity organization to apply for a subsidy anonymously. I saw it on a niche channel, and it was only posted and circulated in the slums."

However, what he thought in his mind was, [No, there is no such thing at all. Although I have imagined this mechanism, it was eventually passed away. After all, there are too many people fishing in troubled waters—this kind of information is even in their noses. It doesn't matter if it is sent out openly from below, as long as the person receiving it over there finds something strange...]

Because the five senses of people with superpowers are different from ordinary people, and because their distance is unknowingly close, Kusuo even heard the content of their actual chat.

The tone of the young man was good-natured and helpless, "We are not so poor that we can't afford your food and clothing, so your standard is a life of extravagance and squandering?"

"Is food and clothing enough?"

"Well, that's true. Even if you don't have the vanity to compare with others, you still want the maximum supply that the existing material can achieve."

A child who always talks against the youth is anxious, depressed and heavy.

[I have to tell others, anyone is fine, to expose the plans of these gangs,]

He used a very disgusting and contemptuous tone, calling the young man next to him or something else.

Saiki Kusuo couldn't let himself ignore it any longer.

Kidnappers and... involuntary captives?

The vicious incident that happened around him made Saiki Kusuo look over with a slight frown, and then he saw the most shocking scene this year.

—— Masaharu? !

The small one is fine, what is the big one? !

Why does he have a mouth in his head? !

[So what the hell is going on with you? ]

The pink-haired superpower had a premonition of big trouble, and his voice sounded a little cold, [Are you Masaharu... that's not right, you don't know me, but you trust me subconsciously and know my basic information, but you don't have any contact with me. My related past experiences... I see, your memory is still in the chaotic stage. ]

The esper who came up with the answer in just half a minute said firmly, [Masaji, you have successfully reincarnated. ]

You have been reincarnated as a human again.

Yazhi stared at the front quietly, his eyes lost focus for a moment.

Yes, he knew this, and he came to the world again.

When he was conceived in the mother's body, his consciousness was not clear, but when he was cut out by the curse spirit, he stimulated all his potential due to the severe loss of life, trying to survive.

The perception of danger, the exploration of the surrounding environment, and the intake of information all rely on his rapidly evolving brain to operate.

He imagined himself as a villain who had no reverence for life, and wanted to play with and despise everything except himself like them, indifferent to all tragedies, and even didn't care much about his own life or death.

If you don't care about fear, you won't have the weakness to be targeted and controlled by them.

He tossed and turned between malice, without leaving any trace, turning the rescue into a coincidence, trying hard to find a precarious balance.

Hold on a little longer, be patient...

And now... has there been a turning point?

Masaharu, who secretly communicated with the voice in his head, after dealing with Akashi as if nothing had happened, picked up the dart beside him and started throwing it.

[Telepathy?That would be much easier. ]

His eyes lightly aimed at the target, no matter whether it was the turning of the eyes or the bending of the fingers, there was no pause, the voice of the heart was very fast, so the communication between Masaharu and Kusuo was more efficient than speaking with words.

[...My situation is like this, I wake up in a damp and dark murder scene, the guy next to me is extremely dangerous, but it is still useful to me, and later it brought me to meet my companion...]

The narration of the incident is just a recollection of the important experiences before my birth. The dialogue, appearance, and personality of the characters are all conveyed within 1 minute.

[Who is that young man next to you who resembles you? ]

[I don't know, the only thing that is certain is...] Masaharu turned his head and glanced at Akashi, who waved at him, [He is a fake.He stole my things. ]

Be it name, body, or identity.

Or else-

[Where's Darryl? ]

[what? ]

Saiki Kusuo paused, [...is the God of Death who was born with you. ]

[There is no that guy, but after you mentioned it, I remembered who she was. ] Masaharu lowered his eyelids halfway, raised his eyes and gestured for a throwing gesture, Xia Sanbai's eyes would look a little more ruthless, [The contract between me and her has ended, she will naturally not appear by my side again. ]

[......]

It turned out to be the case.

Saiki Kusuo took the juice his mother handed him,

Yazhi has completely lost the shackles of "sin", and now he doesn't have to regard saving people as his lifelong goal.

Later, Saiki Kusuo heard Masaharu say,

[Kusuo, I need help. ] Masaharu raised his hand and hit the bull's-eye. As a "genius" whose brain has been transformed in the real population, it is "normal" for him to behave differently from ordinary people. [Sorry to trouble you, but it is related to Six Eyes and tens of millions of people I want to trouble a powerful superpower to stop this. ]

They are nearly [-] meters apart, and at the opposite corner of the children's playground, no one will connect the two people who have no intersection.

Saiki Kusuo turned his head to look at Masaharu, only to get a back view.

He said, 'I can't do it. ]

[No, it's not that it can't be done, but it can't. ]

This refusal was too unexpected, and Masaharu's hand holding the dart froze for a moment.

The pink-haired superpower is a miracle in the world.

His voice was flat and calm, [If I intervene in anything related to the magic world—whether it’s talking to the magician, exorcising the magic spirit, or even passing information indirectly for you... it may break the world balance. ]

[Because I participate in your karma. ]

His purple eyes do not have the innocence and light that ordinary children have, [the world will have a second "Five Satoru". ]

Obviously, the existence of Saiki Kusuo is more terrifying than Gojo Satoru.

His ability can tamper with the world. If he really wants to forcibly raise the upper limit of this world, then it will become uncontrollable and unpredictable in the future.

[I still can't see the state of the spell spirit, and I don't have the spell power. The time backtracking back then only has no effect on the spell spirit. Therefore, I have nothing to do with the spell power, the spell spirit, and the spell. of. ]

[Just like you once said that people have two kinds of endings, natural death and unnatural death, they are special. ]

[—But maybe I'll "learn" someday. ]

So stay away, avoid it.

Yaji understood.

In fact, he didn't have much regret, because Saiki Kusuo's appearance was not expected, and now he just returned the surprise.

[Then I will think of another way. ]

[Use the Internet to contact Seijuro secretly, or use old newspapers to write letters to let invisible monsters pass information... I will definitely stop them...]

Masaharu wanted to end this conversation in his head, [Thank you, Kusuo, we...]

[But I can only get you out, Maji. ]

Saiki Kusuo said firmly.

The promise of a young psychic comes with tears of understanding and kindness.

"..."

Yaji opened his mouth.

He turned around, as if he was tired of throwing darts, and said to Akashi, "Let's go, I'm tired, I'm going back."

Akashi asked intentionally or unintentionally, "What were you thinking just now?"

"Think about the relationship with you." Yazhi seemed to be calm, "You still seem to have misunderstood me. I understand that the cause of the misunderstanding is not enough understanding, so I decided to have a showdown with you."

Akashi raised his eyebrows leisurely, "Oh?"

Yazhi slowly brought up a malicious smile, "For me, there is no difference between human beings, curse masters, and curse spirits. They just exist, and they are as small as dust in the air in terms of the universe. The disregard of human life will not cause me waves, you don’t need to mention kindness and love to me, and you don’t need to test my position. Compared with the clumping and troublesome human beings, I am undoubtedly more willing to stand by your side.”

"Human beings can't see such things as killing. They call it a crime that must be punished. Compared with the process, I value the result of death more. The casualties you cause are essentially the same as magma, torrents, and landslides. , are all 'natural disasters' that humans cannot avoid."

He likened the presence of mantras to a natural disaster that would take away life.

"So all the magicians are doing is fighting against natural disasters. The answer is obvious. They will always fail, because the magic spirits have always existed, but the magicians are dying."

Masaharu looked slightly excited at Kami Akashi, "I want to be a 'natural disaster' more than a human who exhausted all his strength to be able to breathe."

"Let human beings fear, escape, awe, and dare not offend and disturb me."

Ambition.

The child in front of him showed his vigorous ambition.

What a ridiculous and wonderful speech.

Akashi raised his hand to cover his mouth, covering the corner of his mouth that was raised too much.

And Masaharu looked at Akashi's changing eyes, and continued,

"Under the crushing of natural disasters, human beings will evolve a stronger appearance... because a comfortable environment makes people slack, and this kind of world is boring."

"That's right." Akashi looked at him with satisfaction, with a strange light in his eyes, "Masaharu, you have great potential."

He said with a sincerity that only he knew, "Be my companion."

The wicked despise each other, fear each other, betray each other, and trust each other.

Because they know that the other party, like me, is a guy who doesn't follow the rules.

Masaharu followed Akashi's footsteps and left without hesitation. He said to the waiting psychic in his heart, [Thank you. ]

[Please keep me in it. ]