Dragon Clan: Fujimaru-san is saving the world

Ronald Don will always live in a lonely dream.

In the dream, there will be someone calling me softly in the darkness, "Brother...brother...".

He complained about this terrible nightmare countless times, muttering whose child was missing.

"Brother." The child shouted again.

It’s so annoying, so annoying, so annoying! elder brother? Not here!

I'm so sorry!

However, when he did not respond to the voice, the voice gradually faded away as if it was aware of the man's thoughts.

He spoke softly, as if he was afraid of disturbing his sleep.

"Brother...I'm leaving then..."

He suddenly felt a little unbearable, and there was a sense of loneliness in that voice, which made people think of the child's retreating figure, like an abandoned beagle.

Panic, guilt, and a little bit...fear.

The complex emotions turned into a pool of unpredictable colors, splashing in Old Tang's heart. He opened his eyes in a panic, until the sun illuminated the sweat on his forehead with a halo, until the cold sweat soaked his own face. behind.

Until he sat on the ground in the sun, dressed in white and as bright as the moon. What he saw was a white camellia blooming in a coarse porcelain vase. Across the flower, the child in white was holding an ink pen at his desk and writing, one stroke at a time. .

He looked forward and stared blankly at the child in white.

In countless dreams, he did something very naturally.

There was a plate of green grapes on the table. He picked a small bunch from it and handed it to the child across the table.

The child raised his head, his eyes flashing with panic, like an alert cub, "Brother, there are many people outside."

no?

Old Tang thought to himself.

The streets near this city are quite quiet, and there is no sound of railroad tracks.

Much better than my own rental house.

But naturally, he said something else, "Perhaps he will die? But, Constantine, don't be afraid."

Constantine?

who?

Oh, Marvel or DC? The one with the middle finger?

"Don't be afraid. The boy in white looked at Old Tang seriously.

"With my brother, I'm not afraid... but why... don't you eat me? If you eat me, my brother can break through any kind of prison." The child said seriously.

"You are good food, but that would be too lonely. For thousands of years, you and I are the only ones together."

Once again, although Old Tang would always forget what happened in his dream, he would still think of his answer when he returned to this quiet city.

every time.

every time.

Every time I would give him the same answer.

"But death is really sad. It's like being sealed in a black box, forever and ever, pitch black... It's like groping in the dark, but you can never touch anything with your outstretched hands..."

"The so-called fate of abandoning one's family is to cross the wilderness, raise the battle flag again, and return to the hometown. Death is not terrible, it is just a long sleep. Before I can swallow this world, it is better to sleep peacefully than to trek alone. We will still wake up Come."

"Brother... when you raise the battle flag and devour the world, will you eat me?" The child looked at him, his clear pupils flashing with... expectation.

Ah~~

I'm coming.

Old Tang didn't know how many times he had seen this scene.

So, next, you will say that line, right?

I remember it was——

[Yes, then you will join me and rule the world! 】

Damn, is it really delicious?

Hannibal, right? I shouldn't have watched "The Silence of the Lambs". Something is wrong now. I originally wanted to go to the hospital, but after watching "The Silence of the Lambs", I still dare to see a psychiatrist. A bit powerful, right?

Sure enough, in the picture, he nodded gently, with a cold and majestic voice.

He said--

"Won't."

look.

really

Why?

That night was the first time Ronald Tang saw the difference in dreams.

In that dream, in addition to Old Tang's own surprise, the child in white also raised his head in surprise. His delicate face stared blankly at the "ogre" played by Old Tang, or...

What's underneath that mask.

"This era has gradually begun to lose its mystery. The current time point is the beginning of the Christian era. Probably five hundred years. No, maybe even this time will not be used, and the mystery will be completely absorbed by the void."

Old Tang couldn't understand what he was saying in the dream, nor could he control it. He just listened quietly as if his throat was being strangled.

"In an era when Odin's purpose has been fully realized and the mystery has completely faded, even I can no longer fully reproduce the miracles of the Seven Kingdoms, so the results I see now may not be the final route."

In the dream, he gently touched the side of the boy in white clothes. Old Tang couldn't see his face clearly, but he always felt...

An uncontrollable sadness was coming towards me.

"Now and finally."

"I am the only survivor who can observe all variables throughout history. This is the last stand."

"14000605 times."

"Lost 14,000,605 times."

"If I eat you, what will I have left? What can I gain at the end of power and power?"

"Constantine. I just hope that in that future, I can still find you."

In the dream, the man gently held the hand of the boy in white and spoke in a low voice.

Old Tang didn't know what the man was talking about, but he always felt that it was an affectionate confession to someone

Your brother?

Let me go, brother, is it a big deal? !

However, the dream continued. The boy in white did not listen to his "brother"'s suggestion. Instead, he struggled slightly to get up. He turned his back to Old Tang and ran towards the door, like a robot with a fixed program.

"Old Tang" closed his eyes and sighed softly.

The feeling of alienation suddenly disappeared, and Old Tang returned to the familiar dreamland. He followed his brother's footsteps and opened the door.

Then, blazing light shone on his white clothes.

Not sunlight, but firelight. In the blazing flames, the city was crying, charred human figures were running in the fire, thousands of arrows fell from the sky, and a huge plaque burned, flipped and fell, with the words "White Emperor" written on it, It was hell.

In the center of the city, there was a high pole. The child was hung on the top of the high pole, with his eyes closed, and the flames of the entire city were burning him.

Like a grand sacrifice.

My heart hurts so much, it feels like a knife is cutting me. Someone important was lost because he made a mistake.

He suddenly remembered something, and it was indeed true, he was the child's brother.

"Cons...Standin." He called out the name.

He is his younger brother.

And myself.

He turned around slowly.

"Are you spying on me? Ronald Tang."

For the first time, Old Tang saw his face in the dream. His first reaction was fear, and his second reaction was...

They are very similar, but brother, you are not as handsome as me.

The moment before Old Tang fell into the abyss, the man who looked very similar to himself said as if announcing the end of the sentence——

It's time for you to wake up.

yes

It’s time to wake up from the dream.

when he wakes up

It's time for me to go to sleep.

*

"Hey, Lao Chu, wake up."

Chu Tianjiao woke up from his sleep, accompanied by an extremely familiar call.

The voice was neither gentle nor magnetic, but it was the sound that Chu Tianjiao had heard in the past year.

With a hunched face, the man wrapped the quilt around him, rolled his body into a cicada, buried his head in the quilt, and turned a deaf ear to the call.

"Hey, Lao Chu, please wake up. Didn't we agree today to deliver the goods to the employer and make a big profit? We have worked for a year just for this moment. What if you missed a few of my appointments because you were late?" I’ll pay you tens of millions of dollars for your life.”

The speaker complained angrily, and while speaking, he stretched out his legs and kicked Chu Tianjiao's butt twice. The man couldn't bear the humiliation and finally got up from the floor.

"Isn't there a gentler way to wake up? I remember yesterday the owner of the bar downstairs stuffed a business card under our door, right? After a year of hard work, I also want to experience the service of being woken up by a girl in the morning." Chu Tianjiao Rubbing his eyes, he said disrespectful words.

Although this man is clean and self-sufficient, he is indispensable for his talk, not for anything else but to gain reputation.

"If you want to play, you have to get the money first?" Old Tang complained twice and casually placed a plastic bag on the dining table.

“Pulled pork sandwich.”

"That's okay!" Lao Chu jumped up from the ground in a hurry. He didn't say hello to the dad who bought breakfast, didn't brush his teeth and wash his face. He just picked it up.

"Is it spicier?"

"I know you like spicy braised intestines. This is the most spicy Mexican food."

"Plastic gloves—"

"inside."

"Oh, and-"

"There are a few pepper rings, the sandwich embryos are fried, and the ketchup is packaged separately." Old Tang ended the conversation as if he was familiar with the other party's process, while he kept playing with his mobile phone.

Chu Tianjiao first nodded with satisfaction, then suddenly raised his head and raised his eyebrows.

"Old Tang, you have been very careful lately!"

"."

Old Tang's hand playing with his cell phone suddenly stopped.

After a while, he replied with a look of disgust.

"I've always been careful, okay? Do you think I lied to you about having a reinforced girlfriend in Alaska?"

Chu Tianjiao didn't answer, he just shrugged with a pout, raised his hands, raised his middle finger and bent his index finger respectively. This is often used to express "quotation marks" in foreign countries, probably to ridicule people.

Old Tang was not annoyed when he saw that Chu Tianjiao ignored his compliments and continued to study the mobile phone in his hand.

When he woke up in the morning, he realized that Mingming had sent him a lot of messages, probably asking to come out and treat him.

"Old Tang" wanted to refuse, but...

If I continue like this, it will probably make the other party feel inconsistent. After all, because of the memory disorder, it is very likely that I have exposed my flaws.

Where Chu Tianjiao couldn't see, the expression on Old Tang's face melted and faded, and he just looked at him without any waves.

It can't be delayed any longer.

To dispel his curiosity.

Otherwise.

solve--

are you crazy! He kills people at every turn! You are breaking the law by riding a horse, do you know that? ? You and Lao Chu are obviously my friends, are you crazy? !

!

Old Tang suddenly frowned, his heart beat faster, and the thoughts that popped into his head made his face look ugly.

(Mortal Mercy)

Looking at the chat account called [Mingming] on his phone, Old Tang hid his breath and started thinking.

never mind

Let’s give priority to a gentler approach.

"Oh, by the way, Old Tang."

At this moment, Chu Tianjiao, who was eating, suddenly asked a question.

"For this mission, the boss only requires us to collect alchemy items and hand them over to him to confirm their authenticity. I plan to take this item and send it back to a specialized agency for processing, and then go see my son by the way. You Do you want to come together?"

".No." Old Tang narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard about the specialized agency, but he just paused for a moment and said casually with the face of a bored uncle.

"I'm going to meet a friend, entertain him, and then"

"I want to go to China."

"My family is there."

According to Xingyue's setting, Norton and Old Tang should be considered the same person.

As for what Norton’s purpose is——

I don’t know, the original work didn’t mention it, so I’m going to make a second creation.

Make something cool