My Tokusho Life Simulation

"I'm fine, Mr. Lu, the past has already passed, people have to live, and can't be stumbling by the past."

Ba Mamei smiled strongly, just like her surface, gentle and powerful.

Although she is only one year older than Kamu Madoka, she looks much more mature than her.

But is it really like what she said, is it already over?

"It's getting late, I should take Madoka back."

Luther got up and was about to leave.

"Come with Madoka next time as a guest, I will prepare delicious cakes and desserts."

Bamami smiled slightly.

Although I said some uncomfortable things, for some reason, I felt very comfortable talking to Luther.

The pressure from Wang Jian's nasty things almost completely dissipated in this moment.

"..."

Kamu Madoka showed a sharp expression like a beautiful rabbit.

Because she saw that when Luther heard the words "delicious cakes and snacks", his expression seemed to change for a moment.

Lu Muyuan didn't know until now that Xiaolu brother likes to eat sweets.

after that.

The unrelated brother and sister bid farewell to Ba Mami and walked into the elevator.

The elevator descended slowly, Kamu Madoka didn't say anything, but followed Luther obediently.

"Come on, let's go home."

Luther smiled and helped Kamuyuan put on the spare motorcycle helmet, and then put it on himself.

Then, he stepped on the motorcycle and twisted the accelerator.

Kamu Madoka, who was sitting behind him, hugged Luther's waist obediently.

Seeing the ferocious steel beast roaring, it galloped on the road at a standard speed.

As the speed gradually increased, Kamu Madoka's hand hugged even tighter.

A half hour return journey is not very long.

Under the street lights, the shadow of the motorcycle flashed by.

The two returned home without any accidents.

In the room, Luther opened the laptop, and a Tarot card suddenly appeared in his hand.

——The Hanged Man: Empty me.

The front is Kuraga in the Hanged Man pose, while the reverse is Luther with four faces superimposed on top of each other.

Luther tapped his fingertips and typed out keywords on the search engine.

Tarot, The Hanged Man, Reversed.

In one breath of time, the answers will be dazzling.

"Destroyed hopes...punished for selfish desires...useless work...meaningless sacrifices...self-destruction...lack of ability to implement...things come to naught..."

"The inverted Hanged Man may be suggesting that you cannot be free from social pressure, it means that you will listen to other people's expectations of you, rather than obeying your inner voice, maybe you have been using fixed roles all your life Instead of experiencing life directly, to be a part of it..."

"It can also mean that you are resisting your inner self in some way, maybe you are resisting some part of yourself, unwilling to submit to your own spiritual purpose..."

"You're stuck, but you're desperately trying to change something. Maybe you don't understand the purpose of your current life, or what it can bring you. Struggle shouldn't be, because until the right time comes, You can never be free...

But if you use this time wisely, when life calls you to move forward, you don't have to spend extra time thinking...

But if you don't reflect now, it could lead to even longer delays...or more endless repetition...

To be free, or to accomplish a purpose.There's always a price to pay..."

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Volume 153: Chapter 137 Chapter 4 Omen of Destruction, Extraction Module ([-]K)

"boring."

Luther closed the webpage expressionlessly.

The so-called interpretation above is, after all, a piece of text without any meaning.

But it also seems to reveal something.

"Is this card a divination like a prophecy?"

Luther asked while pinching the inverted chariot.

Beautiful handwriting suddenly appeared on the red light screen.

"The community is the proof of the bond and the symbol of the establishment of an absolute relationship."

"Perhaps...it also has a bit of prophecy effect."

Luther nodded slightly, and with a hand, the Tarot card disappeared without a trace like a magic trick.

"A useless struggle...?"

he murmured.

Of the 58 cuts, he was the carry on nine.

Luther had also seen him cut.

Like a spirit body polluted by the doomsday, like the last demon god who was once Rick.

"If I can use this time properly, when life needs me to move forward, I don't have to think anymore..."

"But if you don't think about it, it will lead to longer delays and more repetitions..."

Recalling the previous text, the rhythm of Luther's breathing gradually became a little disordered.

Not confused.

Rather...

— felt the pressure.

The 58 doomsdays will focus on his eruption this time, and the reappearance of disillusionment will re-enact what happened to those cut world lines.

Dopant of Light is just the beginning.

Luther chose to ignore the content of many interpretations, even if those things are not credible, they are just a piece of text with different opinions on the Internet.

Resist the inner self, resist a certain part of the heart.

Blindly following the expectations of others instead of following your inner voice.

Guide yourself with a fixed role model instead of being a part of your life.

Those words looked harsh, and he didn't want to read them at all.

"After that, why didn't the reappearance of disillusionment continue to act? Is it because this period of time is in a window period?"

Luther continued to ask.

He narrowed his eyes, and in his red eyes, the thing called pressure had already disappeared.

Stress is also sometimes equal to confusion, and he has no time for such emotions.

Those are just meaningless words.

Luther shook his head, throwing all those things out of his mind.

"Not really."

"Someone had already fought them off, so you were not notified to carry out the protest operation."

"Things are pretty weird."

"At the moment when the omen of destruction reappeared, those things that were born in the cut world line were wiped out by unknown attacks."

"is it?"

Luther touched his chin, his expression lost in thought.

In other words, except for the dopant body of light who arrived at the scene, the rest of the doomsday invasions were unknowingly repelled.

"Are there other players in my world besides me?"

Luther asked slowly.

"No, and there won't be."

"A player in each world is a unique individual."

"Remind me next time, I'm going to have a look at the scene."

As Luther said this, he already had a vague answer in his heart.

pretty close.

There is only one suspicious individual among the unknown individuals who may launch an attack on the doomsday invasion.

——Xiao Meiyan.

She was there when the dopant body of light caused chaos last time.

She can always appear in many strange places, and she will spy on him from all kinds of angles.

"...it always feels like we're getting closer to an answer."

Luther muttered to himself and got up.

With the last of his sanity, the polluted spirit made him believe her.

There are still many mysteries about Xiaomeiyan, but Luther's vision, angle, and many clues are limited.

He could no longer deduce anything.

"Time ability."

"Always in the right place."

Luther was still analyzing. He circled around the room in a strange posture, which seemed to be a common way of walking and thinking.

But he couldn't imagine that the one who could cut the world line could be a person.

And that cold young lady's appearance couldn't make Luther associate him with the timid little girl he saw in the omen of destruction.

"I don't think so much anymore, I have a headache."

Luther touched his aching forehead again.

His spirit is still in a damaged state to this day, whether it is the passive encroachment of demanding power from the dragon of the evil king, or the mental load of the G series, it is still affecting him.

This period of good cultivation can be said to be crucial.

It is very likely that Luther can no longer bear the damage on the mental level, and the simulated mania syndrome may be caused by this as an inducement.

He took off his clothes, yawned, and sat on the edge of the bed.

Lying down in a big character, the body sinks into the soft mattress.

Luther lay down for a while, then climbed to the normal position, and fell on the pillow.

On the bedside table, the book of the Evil King's Dragon was slowly opened, and the Evil King's Dragon about the size of a puppy flew out of it.

It got into Luther's arms directly, with his chin resting on his arm, showing a peaceful expression.

In a daze, Luther felt like he had raised a clingy puppy.

Rather than the evil dragon.

"Go to sleep."

Luther smiled and touched the faucet.

The energy body can restrain the stiffness of the body, and it will not scratch the hands.

Lying flat, Luther did not close his eyes, but stared at the ceiling.