Am I this skinny in another world?

In front of Jack is the only display in the room that does not belong to him - a diary.The nightingale is singing outside the window, the weather is still gloomy without wind or rain, and every cloud is plumb.

The survivors engraved day after day repeat marks in their diaries, but he didn't want to.He knew that these waste papers would pass all the sentences verbatim to that person—the owner of Olytis Manor.

Ridiculously, he couldn't resist that power.

Everyone is played by him in the palm of his hand, even the "gods" cannot turn over.

However, unlike the past world, there must be something Jack wants here.It's different here, yes...

Even under the flickering lights, the elegant and moving face frowned slightly because of thinking, and the boy's hands still had marks from the surgery—there were only traces of the transformation that made him lose his human characteristics and become a supervisor.

On a day when the wind swept through the dark clouds, he came to Olytis for a conspiratorial appointment.

Flickering shadows framed him.The boy couldn't help recalling the past, the game that reached a certain balance and was destroyed by the "Master".Exhausted by passion and resentment, acquiesced by boredom and lack of interest, what a beautiful, fragile day it was.

He doesn't just recall the past.The young man who subconsciously stroked his neck recalled the exciting assassination of his prey and "friend", as well as the unclear shackles of his "companion". How could he let go of everything that had persecuted and hindered him?

He made up his mind, and his whole body regained a light, free and unrestrained aura.The murderous aura that leaked just now made the birds outside the window look at him a few more times on purpose.The teenager closed the diary, which was empty, and threw it into the wastebasket without hesitation.

Jack, who had done a great thing, opened his hands into claws, as if he had spotted the target, and traced it with his eyes for a while.Just like the regulator, he held a sharp knife and slowly looked at the massacre weapon.

Time passed by like this.

Corridor of the living area of ​​the survivors.

"Hello, Jack."

This was the first time that Nab Sabeda took the initiative to stop him, and the boy who happened to pass by had his eyes widened in disbelief—very uncomfortable.

The mercenary beat up a certain guy in his heart who would never be able to talk to him in his next life, and then bit the bullet and said the reason for his visit: "Today we found that there were some extra things in the box."

Jack became interested, raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh, really? I remember you weren't forming a team today."

"... Those people today asked me to stop by and say something." Naibu, who was entrusted with important tasks by his teammates on a daily basis, tried to clarify his suspicions.But the rooms of the male survivors were not far away, and the excuse of dropping by was not convincing.

At least Jack didn't believe it. He looked at the young mercenary with a look of confusion on his face.

This also refers to the temporary meeting of male survivors (incomplete) a few minutes ago.

"The Philanthropist": Kreacher doesn't want to talk to Jack.

(He exudes resentment from watching Miss Gardener being released from the princess' arms after sitting on the chair)

Forward: (dizzy)

Lawyer (sincerely advised): Nabu, go.

Adventurer: (Slips away early)

Mercenary: ...You guys wait for next time.

The camera pans back.

"It's the lawyer who wanted to play a cough. When I turned over the box, I found that the manor had refreshed new props." Nebu, who almost sold his teammates, coughed a few times, which seemed to Jack to be a trick on purpose.

"So? He has a broken leg?"

"It's broken. Ah no, he doesn't know how to use it." Naibu answered subconsciously.

Jack felt that Neb was too honest and would be deceived, so he would take care of him if necessary.

"Because everyone looked familiar, when we met for the second time, we compared it with the supervisor."

"Hmm." Jack obediently became a conscientious listener, trying to suppress the strange premonition, "And then?"

Neb pushed away Jack's approaching face with a look of irritability: "Stay away from me...we all think that the new props are very similar to your claws."

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Jack was really shocked now.

He and Claw Claw haven't seen each other for a few months, as if hundreds of years have passed, it's really a fate that is not over, and they are destined to meet thousands of miles away!

Jack's heart: I won't complain to you, the owner of the manor, please give me more claws, preferably the kind of crabs that can be brought back to the dormitory.

To be honest, this request is not too much. Look at the piles of mechanical puppets in Miss Tracy's room, Miss Emily's big pharmacy, Mr. Servy's magic workshop... What if he brought back a claw!Except for the lucky ones, don't all survivors have their own props? !

Lucky: ...QWQ

"Mr. Nab Sabeda, you are a good man."

The boy shook hands with the mercenary seriously and thanked him, shaking him up and down a few times excitedly. If it wasn't for Nebu's desperate struggle to refuse, he might be hugged by an old pervert in a boy's shell.

"If it's really my claws, you definitely won't be able to take them up." Jack, who was in a better mood suddenly, had some patience to explain to the really confused Naibu, "I was transformed to become a supervisor, and the operation is also necessary. There are traces left on my body now."

As he spoke, he tried to take off his white gloves to show the injury on his left hand, but Naib refused.

In the end, Nab Sabeda watched Jack humming a ditty and leaving happily, thinking that he was a fool for worrying about him these days.

"Sigh." The mercenary sighed, "I don't look good all day long, what happened to make Jack, who pays attention to his appearance, become such... a libertine?"

He intuited that Jack was hiding something important, which was of concern to everyone.

"future……"

For them, the future is a mystery.

But Survivor Jack is the one who knows the mystery and walks from the mystery.

The author has something to say: This article is a refurbishment of an old article. It has been overhauled for several days since this chapter, so take it slowly.

The extras mentioned in the last chapter, I have already done [Supervision Jie x Survival Jie], [Real World Mercenary x Survival Jie], [Current World Clown x Survival Jie], [Survival Jie] according to the parallel world (?) feeling independent of each other Jie x Present World Gardener], [The new supervisor who did not appear in the text Black and White Impermanence x Survival Jie], [The new supervisor Joseph who did not appear in the text x Survival Jie], as well as Chaos All Jie's central orientation, etc., to prevent spoilers More mentions.

After all, I am all outstanding, and my mind automatically completes the potential emotional scenes but I didn't write them.As for why the full text is distorted to favor All Jie... I don't know, maybe the friends like it.

(and then forced to stop updating)