I retreated and gave up. There is more than one way to redeem something. I wanted to find the Tokyo area, sell steamed buns every day, and make up a fairy tale representing hope for the cursed children, and then print it into a booklet and distribute it for free. Using dreams to save some people, this can be considered as fulfilling my ambition, right? However, after walking for a few days, I found nothing except an abandoned building. I was tired, so I stopped.

It’s just a few words, just treat it as a joke. Anyway, no one will take it seriously since there is no restriction. No one will care when I die, maybe my body will be thrown into the furnace like garbage and burned! I will leave salvation to others.

But, you appeared. Do you know? I was disdainful when you prayed again and again. I never saw God’s salvation before I died. After I die, I may see God, but I don’t need salvation. I am just a social misfit, just trying hard to live. Although I live a bad life, I don’t think there is anything wrong with me. I just live.

I like Lu Mingfei in “Dragon Clan” because I am like a dead kid who can’t adapt to society. But my lifespan made me the protagonist, and then the little monster died, and the dead kid was unwilling to accept it, so he embarked on the path of God.

It’s really a story from a novel, it would be better if I wasn’t the protagonist. Maybe this is the loneliness and sadness that Lu Mingfei feels!

It’s funny, isn’t it? When you’re around, you’re silent, and when you become Murasame, I talk to myself. This is the wisdom and way of dealing with things of a small person. You can’t expose your feelings, you can’t show your flaws, because all of these will become sharp blades that hurt you, this is true in school and in society. Perhaps, I no longer believe in human beings, so I take “others are hell” as a motto.

What will I do after this? What can I do? The road to becoming a god is to die if I fail. To become a god, I may have to walk through a sea of ​​blood and corpses, and experience many deaths and separations. If this were the plot of a novel, it would be very interesting, right? But I wish I wasn’t the protagonist.

Murasame, are you afraid of killing? When I was alive, I turned myself into a shut-in based on the principle of not harming others, because a world where words can hurt people is a little scary to me. What about you, a believer in God, you probably don’t want to do that either!

But I seem to have no choice. So, Murasame, remember this. You are a knife. I hold you in my hand and make you move. You have no sins. All the sins are committed by me.

Feng Feng held the Murasame beside him and spoke seriously. He pointed Murasame at the sun and said loudly:

We will go hand in hand on this journey, and all the killings and sins will be attributed to me. We will eventually overcome everything and surpass everything. When I ascend to the altar, you will be covered in glory. “

“I have died once, and now I am facing death again. So this time I will live to my heart’s content!”

“One man, one sword. The boy will eventually hold the sword. He will make a pact and become the strongest. This is the story I like. Then be the protagonist for once!”

Feng Feng stood for a while, then sat back in front of the cross, took out a bun and started eating.

“Actually, it’s a little embarrassing when you’re a chuunibyou. But I think I can be considered to be in tune with you! Did you know that swordsmen and swords that are in tune with each other are the main characters in many novels, and it’s one of the highest realms of kendo?”

In a high-tech office, the ruler of the Tokyo area, Seitenko, Tendo Kikunosuke and Muroto Sumire, are watching a young man on the screen, leaning against a cross and eating buns in the sunset.

“This little devil is the god who claims to be from another world. How ridiculous! He is just a male cursed child. My suggestion is to capture him immediately and then experiment on him or execute him.”

Tendou Kikunosuke was about to stand up when he heard this, but he noticed Shoumu looking at him with a smile from behind him.

“You, when did you come? How did you get in? Where are the guards?~”

Muroto Sumire said as if she was not surprised at all! “Shou Sheng, you really did a cruel thing. Are you here to stop us?”

“No, I’m just here to give you some advice. Don’t have any thoughts about him. Otherwise, the consequences will be disastrous.”

“what are you up to?”

“Calm down, old man. I won’t do anything. But don’t think he’s eating buns harmlessly now. He’s on the road to becoming a god. You still don’t understand what the so-called extraordinary and god mean. Then let me tell you a fact you know! When he started on the road to becoming a god, he was already the strongest in the world. Do you understand?”

Chapter 8: Meeting of Gods and Men

“Well, see you later!” Shouwu waved his hand and disappeared into the air, leaving only three people in the office.

“The gods in mythology respond when you call their names and when you pray. Lord Tendou, you’d better be careful!”

“This is ridiculous! If any red-eyed kid could be called a god, then the Tokyo area would have been destroyed by religion long ago.”

“Well, let’s do an experiment! It will also be the first meeting between the ruler of the Tokyo region and the living true God.”

A high-tech monitoring room was decorated with torii, shrines and platforms. A white-haired girl in a miko costume began to dance on the stage, and the clear sound of the Kagura bell came out as her silver hair fluttered.

After the dance, the sound of the Kagura bells began to echo. Outside the monitoring room, the technicians led by Sima Weizhi were busy. The Holy Emperor knelt in front of the shrine.

A young man stood quietly in front of the shrine, with red eyes, black hair that reached his waist, and a long sword on his waist. He was wearing an old suit from an unknown place, and accompanied by the sound of bells, the young man came before the Holy Emperor.

“Nice to meet you, Feng Feng-kun. I am the ruler of the Tokyo region, the Holy Emperor. I apologize for summoning you with the Kagura dance.”

“I know you are a kind-hearted person who treats the cursed children well. You promote the New Law on Original Animals and emphasize the human rights of the cursed children. But the noble and holy Saint Emperor, can you go to Tokyo with me? I don’t really like being watched.”

“Of course, this conversation with you will be an important historical and diplomatic event, and your reasonable demands should be taken seriously.”

“Then, let’s go!”

As Feng Feng spoke, he pulled up the Holy Emperor on the ground, and along with Ling Yin, the figures of the two gradually faded away.

“Wait, red-eyed kid, let go of your hand.”

……

On a street in Tokyo, a long-haired boy and a girl in a shrine maiden’s costume walked out of the alley naturally.

“Mr. Feng Feng, where are we going next?”

The Holy Emperor said shyly, holding the witch’s clothes. Feng Feng let go of the Holy Emperor’s hand and walked straight forward.

“Let’s go to the comic convention! We’re not dressed to walk around the streets.”

Feng Feng walked towards a small venue where a small comic exhibition was going on. He walked a few steps quickly and talked with a man selling doujinshi for a while.

When the Holy Emperor walked over, he had already moved a table. On the back of the promotional paper on the table were two lines of words written on white paper: Chinese buns, 500 yuan each.

“You are here! You will be responsible for selling the buns!”

Feng Feng put down a bun in his hand and another one appeared in his hand. His action attracted many people’s attention, and the boys and girls at the comic exhibition discussed what kind of magic tricks he used.

Several people curiously asked the Holy Emperor how he did it, and two people expressed their desire to buy it and take a look.

The Holy Emperor started his first sales job in his life with a silly look on his face.

Half an hour later, vehicles drove into the venue and people were forced to evacuate. Muroto Sumire, Tendo Kikunosho, Satomi Rentaro and others rushed to the scene.

“Where’s his lifespan?” Feng Feng glanced at the people, but didn’t see the figure he was looking for: “Is he afraid to see me?”

He stopped what he was doing as he spoke, and everyone remained motionless under his slightly raised red eyes.

“Lord Saint Emperor is just accompanying me to play in the Tokyo area. I hope you don’t mind!”

Tendou Kikunosuke was about to say something when he was stopped by Muroto Sumire.

“Of course,” said Mr. Muroto, walking forward naturally, “but two people seem a little too lonely. Why don’t I come along? Don’t look at me like this, I still have some experience in business.”

“Follow me if you want! But it’s best not to disturb me.”

Feng Feng returned the table to its original position and said, “Sir, it’s time for us to leave.”

“Okay! Please wait a moment, Feng Fengjun, it will be ready soon.”

Feng Feng and Sheng Tianzi left the comic exhibition. After a heated conversation, Muroto Sumire and a few others followed them.

“That kid’s mood is not right! That look, that indifferent attitude, it’s true that monsters are monsters! They are all things that deserve to be killed.”

Tendou Kikunosuke thought as he walked back into the car, his clothes already soaked with sweat on his back. The scene flashed back in his mind.

Do you want to go to war with the gods?

We are no match for them, we will all be wiped out!

When he embarked on the path to God, he was already the strongest in this world!

Feng Feng ignored everything behind him. He seemed to know everything but didn’t care. After a few intersections, the two came to a shopping mall. Feng Feng walked straight over and bought a watermelon. After signaling Sheng Tianzi to pay, he set off again.

This time he walked into the alley, which was littered with garbage. Feng Feng walked through it easily, just like he had been there countless times. After turning a few corners in the alley, he heard several cries for help from a half-collapsed house!

“No, please stop, Mom, save me.”

“Shout! Scream! You monsters…” The Kagura bell rang softly, as if someone was dancing a Kagura dance to pray. Murasame was thrown out by Fengfeng and sank into the building.

“I don’t want to hear your voice!”

Feng Feng seemed to be speaking to the people inside, as if it was a dying wish. He walked into the house and silently carried out three bodies and a little girl covered in scars. He arranged the bodies of the little girls. He then said to the last surviving girl with red eyes, “Ayako asked me to save you. I also brought watermelons and the ruler of the Tokyo region, the Holy Emperor. Don’t worry, the watermelons were bought with the money I earned from selling buns. No one will say anything.”

“So what Ayako said is true. The male cursed child with red eyes, our Lord God, really exists! Are you here to take me to the heaven in my dreams? Are Ayako and the others there too? I really want to be with them!”

Feng Feng smiled as he listened to the girl’s words. He moved a few broken tables and chairs and put them away one by one. He went back to the house and took out Murasame. The blood on Murasame flowed down the blade to the ground. He put Murasame on the table and helped the girl sit up.

Ladies and gentlemen, please sit down now that you are here! This is a farewell party for a girl! Please pay attention to the etiquette. “

The Holy Emperor silently put down the watermelon and sat next to the girl. He stretched out his hand several times to speak but lowered his head with a gloomy face. Muroto Sumire, Tendo Kisara, and Aihara Enju followed behind him and sat down one after another.

Rentaro Satomi rushed into the house.

The Holy Emperor said: “I’m sorry, I’m very sorry, I didn’t know there was such a thing in Tokyo, I just knew that the Cursed Child was treated unfairly…”

Satomi Rentaro walked out of the room with blood on his body. He looked at Feng Feng seriously and said, “That man is dead.”

“I know, but so what.”

Chapter 9 Announcement

Feng Feng picked up the Murasame on the table and started cutting the watermelon.

“I pulled out Murasame after he died. Sometimes killing is actually very simple. You don’t even have to see the other person alive. So, does this go against your justice? Justice Satomi Rentaro, do you want to condemn my evil deeds?”

He gave a piece of watermelon to the girl, and then to the others in turn.

“Feng Feng,” Muroto Sumire called Feng Feng and said, “There is something wrong with your mental state. Indulging in violence is not a good thing.”

“I know,” Feng Feng said, and he conjured up a few buns. He distributed the buns to the people present and threw one to Ren Taro Satomi. “Come and sit down and talk!”

After Satomi Renyoulang sat down, Fengfeng said to the girl: “Yuzi, this is your last day in this world. Let us spend this day with you! Although dreams and reality are connected, there are always some differences. Ayako and the others don’t have to worry, they are watching us in the dream farm. The cursed children in the farm are having a movie viewing party now!”

“Thank you, God. Yuko is very happy! Really happy, so happy that tears are flowing out…”

“It’s okay, Yuko. I’ve been to that manor before. It’s a beautiful place. There are endless buns to eat, and a big house~” Aihara Nobuyuki grabbed Yuko’s hand and said with effort.

Feng Feng looked at Satomi Rentaro and said, “Satomi Rentaro, you should know me a little bit, after all, I have lived with you. And I know you too. Of course, it’s from an animation called “Black Bullet”.”

“I once thought about sitting with you, going through trials and tribulations together, and then saving the world. However, I am now sitting here as the god of the cursed children, and you represent the Tokyo area. So I can only answer you this way. Do you know? In the eyes of God, there is no distinction between good and evil, because everything God does is “good”.”

“It really fits the myth, so is this what you think now?” Xuanhu Sumire said as she activated an instrument, and the instrument screen was recorded and transmitted to the Tokyo Central Control Room.

“No.” Feng Feng shook his head and said, “This is what I learned from an anime. I don’t know if I will meet that sportswear god in the future. I know that the world changed when I appeared. :And now it’s me, the cursed children, and ordinary people who are negotiating! So I put everything on the table.”

“The ruler of the Tokyo region, the Holy Emperor, the special initiators and promoters, Rentaro Satomi and Enju Aihara. The president of the security company, Tendo Kisara, and Japan’s top brain, Sumire Muroto. And finally, the bullied Cursed Child and her god.”

“Different identities, different positions, this is a meeting between humans and gods. Fortunately, it was held as I expected. Now all the cursed children in the Dream Farm, the rulers in Tokyo and even around the world are watching here. What a ridiculous drama.”

“So everyone, think carefully before speaking on your behalf! Because after this meeting, if the negotiations fail, then as the only true God in this world, I will destroy the world. Just like the flood in the Bible that washed away the world. And this time, except for the cursed son, no one is qualified to board Noah’s Ark.”

As soon as Feng Feng finished speaking, several people’s cell phones rang at the same time. Feng Feng looked at Yu Zi nonchalantly and said, “Yu Zi, I’m sorry. I ruined your farewell party. But they all need some time, during which time I will tell you a story! The story of “Dragon Clan” is also the past that I was arranged to do.”

Time passed, and in front of this dilapidated house, a meeting concerning the world was being held. The whole world was already in chaos. Outside the house, the area within a radius of three miles was under martial law. I don’t know how much information was being gathered and intertwined.

The Holy Emperor had already straightened her appearance. She knew that the following conversation would determine the fate of the world. Several figures carefully handed over some documents. After that, everything was silent. The dullness was spreading, but Feng Feng was still telling the story.

At this moment, an invisible distance seemed to have formed between humans and gods, and that random figure seemed to suppress the will of the entire human race. Only then did people realize what kind of existence the so-called gods really are.

“The little monster is dead, Lu Mingfei killed the White King. The story ends.” Feng Feng said as he walked over and picked up Yu Zi. “You still have something to say to the Holy Emperor? The time is almost up. Speak!” The Holy Emperor sat solemnly on the chair, looking at the figure holding the girl, and the oath under the sunset seemed to echo in his ears.