My Tokusho Life Simulation

Whispering voices came again, as if many people were talking beside Luther.

"Five generations... is it really possible...?"

"Please...I want to save Mr. Yuan..."

"Glem...sorry...thank you..."

"It was successfully taken out...!"

In the next moment, another warm current appeared, and the feeling that disappeared before also returned together.

Things that were not supposed to get along, unite in this moment.

Neither conflict nor fusion, but coexistence.

The chained prisoner fell silent.

Luther looked at him speechlessly, and also remained silent.

After an unknown amount of time, a beam of light like the dawn came from behind Luther.

"Soon, we will meet again."

The prisoner spoke slowly, while Luther shrugged, turned and walked through the door.

He walked into the light and opened his eyes again.

woke up.

"I always feel... I had a rather strange dream..." The dry lips squirmed slightly.

The scene that caught my eye was a not-too-familiar white ceiling.

Because of this place, Luther lay there not long ago, probably the ward specially reserved for him by the Science and Police Research Institute.

"Why am I here again?"

Luther was talking to himself, only feeling a little headache.

When people sleep for a long time, when they wake up, they will naturally sort out their memories first, and recall what happened before.

In an instant, the memory pictures before losing the memory came one after another.

First, the Gulangi played cruel games in Shinjuku, and then the fake Zero was completely vaporized by supernatural flames.

"Zhuo Zhen..."

Luther sighed.

Sure enough, the boy in white clothes who lost consciousness, Takuma Sewa was the Daguba who had disappeared before.

At the end of the memory, he saw Zhuo Zhen approaching with a face full of anger. His gestures and gestures were completely different from before, just like two people with the same face.

What the hell has he lived under one roof with for so long?

But suddenly, Luther, who sensed something was wrong, touched his throat.

"and many more..."

Not only are there no wounds, there are no scars.

Before that, when he faced the vanguard of doomsday, he almost died.

But he's alive and kicking now, and he can use what felt like a blown-off arm before, without any discomfort.

At this moment, Luther keenly sat up from the side of the bed, and the white quilt slid down his body.

He walked to the small bathroom at the corner, tore off the hospital gown on his body, and focused his gaze on his lower abdomen in front of the mirror.

Where there are two scars.

"It's not going to be..."

The memory in the dream has long since become blurred or even disappeared after waking up.

But Luther still thought of something.

Following his thoughts, the two closed scars split strangely towards the two sides.

No pain and no bleeding.

"Two spirit stones..."

Luther muttered, and directly said the answer that came to his mind.

His previous injuries were fatal enough, and it was difficult to get timely treatment in Shinjuku, where Gulangi attacked on a large scale.

It stands to reason that his simulation journey this time should end there.

But he is still alive.

At this moment, Luther turned his attention to the crimson light screen beside him.

"Junior Player: Luther"

"Current role: (???)"

"Punch strength: (unmeasured)"

"Kicking power: (not measured)"

The options representing the stats of the simulated characters have all changed.

It's as if he is no longer Yuan Ling, but has become something new that has not yet been defined.

Before, during the first simulation, Luther encountered a similar thing when he was walking with No. [-] and the others.

But at that time, he was quickly redefined as a new identity, not a question mark that had not yet been defined.

"That is, can I be anything now?"

Looking at Yuan Ling reflected in the mirror, Luther felt a little strange.

He also knows the reason why these two spirit stones were successfully transplanted, because of his player skill [body modification adaptability].

"In other words, I became a reformer again..."

Luther's voice was a little emotional.

"How long is it until the end of this world comes?"

He asked towards the crimson light screen beside him.

"About four hours."

"In other words, I lay in bed for 28 hours."

Luther sighed, walked back to the bed, glanced at the bedside table from the corner of his eyes, and saw something he hadn't noticed before.

——Received by Luther.

Only a note with the above words pressed against the video tape.

The handwriting is very familiar.

"Gadoll..."

Luther Nannan read the name of the one-horned fairy species, and she already knew it in her heart.

He put the videotape in the projector and turned on the TV.

"Luther, when you see this, I'm probably not here anymore."

There is no picture on the TV, but the voice of KE1 Gadolu can be heard clearly.

Volume 124: Chapter 113 Chapter 4 Kongga and Dacuba (5K[-])

"Luther, when you hear this, I think I may not be here anymore."

There was no picture on the pitch-black TV, but the sound was quite clear.

There is no regret in the words, let alone any sadness, some are just free and easy.

"Well, of course I know, after all..."

Luther murmured, reaching out to touch one of the two scars.

Even if there is no basis, he knows that this is Gadolu's 'spiritual stone'.

When his consciousness quickly disappeared, and the hazy sense of dying turned into the feeling of falling into the abyss and going straight to death, he heard what Gadolu said.

——【Use my 'Spirit Stone'... Only in this way... can I save him...】

It wasn't until now that he was fully awake that Luther remembered the voice he heard at that time.

He raised his head, did not sit down, and stood quietly, listening to the recording from the TV.

"Don't be sad for me, after all, the life I have now already belongs to you."

"Who made me lose to you at that time?"

There is a smile in the free and easy rhetoric.

It seems that after he woke up and integrated into modern civilization, Gadolu read a lot of books as he explored with curiosity.

He doesn't speak like a ferocious and cruel Gulangji, but a person without regrets.

He even had the time to crack some jokes.

"Gu Langji, who has lost his spirit stone, will not live long at all. You are still in the mood to joke."

Luther looked calm, but his heart was completely different from the surface at this time.

He has never been a rational monster who can not move like a mountain in the face of anything.

He is also a human being with a heart.

Luther had already seen Gadolu's ending in the experiments of the Science Police Research Institute and other Gulangji.

Gu Langji who lost the spirit stone will no longer have great power, and they will soon decay and die.

For Gadoll, who is a warrior, who wants to die on the battlefield as a warrior...

This is by no means the ending he expected, not the way he wanted to die.

"You should be thinking by now, this is not how I want to die, is it?"

The pitch-black TV is still empty, but it clearly sees through Luther's thoughts like the soul of a departed person.

"I know that you usually think about a lot of things, and even what I understand is not all of you, but I can still guess what's in your heart."

"No reason, just because you are you, my friend, the first Linduo friend."

The soldier's voice was quite brisk, as if he was recalling this time, his words were even more free and easy.

"..."

Luther lowered his head and remained silent. Even if he spoke, no one would respond.

That's just a volume of records, and there is no soul boarding.

But he still raised his head and laughed.

"Yeah, I've actually been thinking a lot in my heart, so much that you'll be shocked when you hear it."

His red eyes stared at the pitch-black screen.

That gaze, as if across time and space, saw a tall man sitting in the dark, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and his face so decayed that even holding the microphone was an extravagant hope.

He was still wearing the gorgeous general's uniform, and his every move was full of dignity as a soldier.

In the face of death, there is no fear, but a smile.

At this moment, their eyes seemed to be in contact.

But in the end it's just a beautiful fantasy.

All Luther could see was a pitch-black screen, and his gaze could not span time, let alone space.

"Once, when I was young, I thought that I was born as a fighter, and I will die as a fighter. It is also for glory, standing on the final ring, and taking the supreme gift."

"But I don't think so now."

"Thank you, even if you know my identity, you are still willing to be friends with me, Gu Langji."

"Luther, listen to me, it actually feels good to die for your friends."