[Comprehensive] Strategy game of self-delusion

[Gulu—Gulu——]

The gas exhaled underwater seems to have a sense of existence, wrapping the water up, and then emerging on the surface of the water.

Lihua finally remembered some things she had shelved deep in her memory.

It was a snowy winter and a very cold day, even wearing a down jacket made people feel very cold.

Her parents were not at home, she looked at the snowflakes flying outside, and finally decided to go out and make a snowman to play.

Putting on a scarf, gloves, and thick boots, she dared not set foot in the snow-covered yard.

Her parents are very busy at work, and she has long been used to the life of playing alone. Gradually, she also found some fun in it. She happily followed the plan in her head when she was in the house, and now rolled a big snowball. Roll out a smaller snowball.

Put the small snowball on top of the big snowball, then add "eyes", "nose", "mouth" and "arm", and finally put on a "hat".

A snowman made by myself.

In order to let her parents see it when they are close to the house, she specially made the snowman's "nose" face the direction of the courtyard gate.

After they were piled up, she stepped back and admired them, and then leaned against the courtyard door.

I heard a voice that was colder than this snowy winter, "That, is it a snowman?"

She was frightened, and turned her head to fall into a pair of glass-like purple eyes, and a delicate doll-like appearance.

It was a very beautiful young man, but his complexion was as white as snow, and his lips were also the color of frozen frost.

After recovering from the fright, Lihua also remembered the question he asked just now, and she smiled, "Why don't you even know the snowman?"

She opened the door and invited the boy, "Would you like to see her?"

Looking at the opened door, the boy shook his head, "I'm going back."

He took a step back, as if he was about to turn around, but the girl held his hand, "Wait a minute."

Then a fluffy, soft and warm thing wrapped around his neck, stuck to that piece of skin and the lower half of his face, his eyes reflected the bright red color of the scarf, and he exhaled in a daze.

"It looks like you're cold, don't you feel a lot warmer if you wear a scarf?" Just at this time, the phone rang from her house, and she turned her head to look at it. Tell him, "Be careful when you walk in the snow. I gave you the scarf. I'll answer the phone. Maybe it's my mother."

Like a boy incarnated as an ice and snow elf, Li Hua waved at him, then ran into the room where the phone was still ringing.

When she finished answering the phone and came out again, the boy was no longer outside the courtyard, and the courtyard door that she had opened had also been closed.

It was as if no one had been there.

At night, when her mother came back, Lihua hugged her and told her excitedly, "Mom, I gave the scarf you knitted for me to Ice and Snow Elf."

Then I was beaten up by my mother who opened the door casually to let outsiders in, and I ate two less fried shrimp at night.

Li Hua let her body float up from the water surface, and the moment she broke the water surface, she gasped violently, breathing in the sulfur-smelling air, her wet sandalwood-colored long hair was close to pure black, sticking to the girl's body in the hot spring. On the hot pink skin, the thin eyelids are closed, charming and beautiful.

Pushing the long hair on her cheeks to the back of her head, she walked to the edge of the hot spring and sat down. There were specially built steps there, bit by bit, she wrung out the water from her hair with her hands, and then wrapped it in a white towel and put it away. to the top.

A look of nostalgia appeared on her face, 【Mom's fried shrimp is so delicious. 】

【That young man should be Mr. Qingjian Temple when he was a child. He was obviously a neighbor, and he has never seen him since then. No wonder he behaved like that before. He probably thought...she had forgotten him. 】

"Your Highness, have you finished washing?" A childish voice came through the door.

Lihua stood up from the water and put on her blue bathrobe. The water that hadn't been wiped off her body continued to flow down along the texture of her skin. She didn't care about it, but opened the door.

Behind the door are several fusangshen holding the bathtub.

"Ah, Your Highness, you have come out." The blond boy standing at the front exclaimed, seeing the bathrobe stuck to her body because of the wet water, he blushed and whispered, "Your Highness, Your Highness You have to dry off the water before putting on your clothes."

Li Hua stretched out her hand to touch his head, and pressed the hair slightly with her wet hand. She noticed this and smiled, "Well, next time I will dry it first, but, messy sauce My hair got wet."

"I'm sorry."

The apologetic boy puffed up his cheeks instead, pressed her hand angrily, and rubbed his hair a few times vigorously, completely messing up the originally soft hair, then let go of his hand, opened his big eyes and said, "Even so, His Highness doesn't need to apologize."

Then he showed a big smile, "Because it's His Highness, so it doesn't matter what it is."

Li Hua was silent for a while, 【Lan Jiang, you are inviting me to commit a crime. 】

In the end, he nodded with a smile, and withdrew his hand, "Ah, I see, Luan Jiang, hurry up and take a shower."

The blond swordsman responded energetically. Lihua walked past them with her toiletries. She vaguely heard the voice of Luanjiang behind her, as if she was saying to his companions, "His Highness seems to be in a bad mood recently. It looks good, but I always feel worried."

The shoulders that were originally straight collapsed, and even the bones felt crisped by the hot spring. Lihua actually didn't feel that she was in a bad mood, at most she was dazed.

Since the recovery of the ability, the memory that was lost in the past has also been remembered, but the system originally built by the ability has disappeared.

Any ability has its shortcomings. Her ability cannot work on the dead. Even if she can recreate the dead in front of her, she can still clearly feel that the person in front of her is controlled by her own consciousness.

After her parents died, she couldn't accept the reality, and tried to 'resurrect' her parents, but she still couldn't bear the fact that her parents had become like puppets. At that time, her developing abilities were completely out of control, and the so-called "" Raiders Game".

As for why it is a strategy game, it is probably because before the death of her parents, she has always wished to make many friends, and after the distortion of [self-delusion], the definition of friends has also been distorted.

When I first came to Honmaru from the real world, because of those memories that suddenly reappeared, Rika locked herself in the room and was depressed for a whole day, but after all, she is also a mafia boss now, and her ability to self-regulate her emotions has become much stronger.

After all, even though she thought the world was a game, she had been diligently studying to become a qualified mafia, and she had truly passed the test and got her current position.

So Lihua's biggest worry now is, should she return to the present world?

Her ability [self-delusion] is still uncontrollable, and it is considered to be sealed in the time gap that has nothing to do with the present world in Honmaru.

If you are alone, then staying in Honmaru is not a big deal, at least you can sacrifice yourself to protect the safety of the earth, and you can be called a hero.

But in this world, she still has a lot of property waiting for her to take care of, giving up all of a sudden is like all the hard work before.

[Damn it, I'm so unwilling! 】

Biting her lower lip, Li Hua went back to her room, put away the toiletries, felt more and more stuffy the more she stayed in the room, so she simply got out of the window, and flexibly climbed up to the roof using both hands and feet.

There was no one here, so she found a fairly flat place to sit down, with her arms around her knees, looking at the bright night sky.

Today is a rare full moon, and the huge moon hangs in the sky, as if you can touch it with your hands, and even seem to be able to see the craters on the surface of the moon in the starry sky.

"Dad... Mom..."

Although she kept telling herself that her parents had passed away, and hoped that she could live her own life well, but at night with such a person, thinking that they were no longer by her side, Lihua could still feel a burst of pain gushing from her heart. burst of sadness.

She knew that the death of her parents was just an accident that she didn't have time to react.

If, at that time, she had been able to understand her abilities, then the accidents that happened to her parents might have been avoided.

It is too late to say these words now.

Lihua rested her head on her arms wearily, blinked her sour eyes, and sucked her nose. Her eyes scanned the surroundings, and finally let the liquid in her eye sockets gather and flow down.

This was the first time she cried since she came to Honmaru.

There is both sadness and venting, just sobbing in a low voice. If the voice is too loud, it attracts the attention of Touken in Honmaru, and everyone will accompany her to express sadness.

Until now, she has not told the swords what happened in this world, but told them that there are more recent times, so she will stay in Honmaru for a while.

Most of them are happy, but there are also some keen ones who may have noticed that there seems to be something wrong with her.

In normal life, Lihua would come to Honmaru about once a week, mostly to coordinate with the government of Time and then make arrangements.

Except for the lazy Akashi Kokugo, everyone in Honmaru is very enthusiastic about work, and although Akashi says he doesn't want to go, the work assigned to him will be completed well.

As the number of swords in Honmaru increased, the incidents of Lihua did not increase, but decreased.

There are many swords who are good at handling affairs, and it is very reassuring to entrust them to do it. In the end, as long as you browse through it and confirm that it is correct, you can let the swords complete the task.

Lihua wiped off the remaining tears on her cheeks, and counted the benefits of staying in Honmaru.

Hmm... Candlestick cut cooking is super delicious, and the short knives are all caring children, and they all smile like little angels. They don't have all kinds of complicated affairs to worry about, and don't have to worry about suddenly destroying the world...

Thinking of this, her thoughts stopped.

In the final analysis, what she was most worried about was that she would accidentally activate her ability and destroy the world.

However, it seems that there is only one person who can stop her, and that is Mr. Dazai who has the countermeasure to remove all supernatural abilities.

If, at that time, Mr. Dazai hadn't patted him on the shoulder because she wanted to comfort him, now she still thought that she was in a strategy game, and most of her abilities were used to maintain the [strategy game] setting.

It's just that her ability develops too fast, maybe one day she will completely turn the whole world into a raider world.

In that case, it seems to be no different from destroying the world.

Lihua thought of Mr. Dazai, and also thought of another person who suddenly appeared in that space at that time.

【Nan sauce... why did it suddenly appear there? 】

【Before that, he deliberately pretended not to know me. He was a childhood sweetheart he knew since elementary school. Before that, he always envied Dahui for having a hard-working childhood sweetheart like Wu Yue. Unexpectedly, I actually had one too. 】

[Although, it is a little different from what I imagined. 】

[Nan Jiang really does have some special abilities. He always appeared by his side before to prevent his abilities from falling into a state of rampage, but Nan Jiang may not know that he signed a contract with the Government of Time and became a Famous judge. 】

[However...] Lihua's eyes lit up, [If Nan-chan also has special abilities, maybe there is a way to solve my problem. 】

Now as long as there is a glimmer of hope, she is willing to try.

But before going to Saiki Kusuo, Rika has another thing to do, she has to find out where Mr. Dazai is.

***

In the depths of Vengley's underground, the place where Bailan was originally held was no longer a cage, and there was still a sofa in the center, on which a young man in a camel-colored windbreaker was lying on his back, with his eyes closed, breathing evenly, as if sleeping.

Suddenly, the space above him seemed to be distorted, and a girl fell down and landed on him.

Opening his eyes in some pain, Dazai coughed a few times, with a hint of teasing, "Finally willing to come back?"

Lihua got up from Mr. Dazai's body, but also carefully noticed the parts of her body that were in contact with Mr. Dazai. Hearing his words, she hesitated for a while and asked, "Is Mr. Dazai waiting for me?"

Osamu Dazai supported his body, his slightly long black hair slipped from his snow-white neck, he had a naturally good voice, gentle and tender, "Yes, after waiting for a long time, I finally appeared, Your Highness the Princess."

Although I know that Mr. Dazai likes to say some strange words, every time I hear... I can't help but blush, Lihua pinched her earlobe, not forgetting the business, "Since you are waiting for me, there is a way Has the [Self-Delusion] ability been resolved?]

She tightened her sleeves and looked at the black-haired young man with anticipation and anxiety. He has iris-colored eyes and a gentle expression on his face, which always gives her a lot of comfort and confidence.

Now she is also looking forward to good news from Mr. Dazai.

Looking forward to Mr. Dazai being able to tell her a good news that can save the world from her.

Lihua opened her eyes wide, and the golden pupils were full of hope, and at this moment, it was all pinned on Mr. Dazai.

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