I, Minami Kotori, Son of the Sun

As night falls, raindrops hit the window glass fiercely like invisible blades, making a low and muffled sound.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the whole world was shrouded in shadow. The street lights were not as bright as usual, and appeared blurry and weak under the curtain of heavy rain.

It is nine o'clock in the evening, and the lights in the city seem a little too dim - even in the hazy mist.

"It's really weird. We have to come out to investigate in such a cold day." The girl lowered her hood, holding the towering pole with one hand, and hung on the top of the building, looking like a proud eagle.

[Something strange has happened in the city, please find out the reason.] The long-dormant system has finally released a task, but the task description is very vague.

"Even if we want to find out the reason, we don't even know what the abnormality is." The girl grumbled dissatisfiedly. On such a humid day, a cute little bird like her, as beautiful as a flower, shouldn't be hanging around.

The feathers were all wet.

"I'll try to put some pressure on the system." Bai Li was also quite helpless. He had to go out in such weather. As a god, he couldn't muster up the energy. "Tell me clearly, what's wrong!"

The majesty of the gods still existed. All I could hear was the system making a series of ding-dong noises and then a single word popped out: "Electricity."

"Electricity?" Bai Li was puzzled, while the bird looked at the cloudy sky and seemed to realize something.

"Electricity...Speaking of which, the pole I'm holding now..." The bird suddenly remembered an article he had read in a popular science magazine at some point in time.

High-rise buildings are level with the sky, and it is easy for tip discharges to occur during thunderstorms. Therefore, it is often necessary to install a lightning rod to protect the buildings.

However, it is more appropriate to call it a lightning rod. Its working principle is to absorb lightning and release it to the ground through a sharp needle.

She was suddenly startled and subconsciously let go of her hand, but she saw Bai Li's shadow still thinking over there, and then quietly grabbed her hand again.

Holding the iron rod firmly, the bird's heart began to beat fast.

"Perhaps, this will be a rare experience." The little bird had realized something and even saw the perfect golden light in the clouds.

"Ahh~" The girl let out a strange cry, followed by a burst of loud thunder.

"Little bird? Little bird!" Bai Li was still wondering what the hint of "electricity" meant when he heard the girl scream.

The invincible giant cosmic bird fell to the ground with a thud, but there was no terrifying bracelet man here.

"What? Enemy attack?" Bai Li was horrified. Who on earth could see through the absolute disguise of [Thousand Changes of Flowers] and shoot down the bird? !

“No, Brother Baili.” Xiaoniao landed on his butt and turned over stiffly, trying to maintain his elegance. He half-knelt and propped up his dazed head. “I was probably struck by lightning just now.”

There are these crackling sounds in the body, and it seems that it can do a mechanical dance - the quick kind.

"What?! Why was I struck by lightning?" Bai Li was shocked. Struck by lightning?

Thinking of the disrespectful behavior of the little bird in contradicting a system god like him on a daily basis...

Has God finally opened his eyes?

"Don't be alarmed. The pole I was hanging on with one hand just now to look cool seems to be a lightning rod." The bird looked calm and patted his slightly burnt hoodie.

"Huh? Lightning rod?" Bai Li was stunned, and then began to blame himself for being careless and causing the bird to be injured. "Are you okay? It's all my fault. I should have noticed it."

"No, I'm fine, just the corner of my clothes is slightly dirty." The bird touched its nose.

"Damn, Xiaoniao, why are you so pretentious?" Bai Li was worried at first, but when he saw that Xiaoniao was still pretending to be cool as usual, he couldn't help laughing.

"Ahem." She actually felt guilty. How could a mere lightning kill her, the invincible daughter of the sun?

She had actually noticed that thunder was about to strike, but after thinking it over again and again, she decided to hold on to the pole.

"Confirmed, I am also the King of Electric Resistance." Having satisfied his inner strange habit, the bird cheered inwardly.

"Be careful next time and don't be so careless." Bai Li seemed to be speaking to the bird, or as if he was reminding himself.

"Sure enough, it's a good thing I didn't tell Brother Bai Li, otherwise, I wouldn't be able to experience the feeling of being struck by lightning!"

She has always admired the first person to be struck by lightning, huh!

Back to the point, in the end, under Bai Li's strict supervision, the bird finally failed to stand on the tip of the lightning rod as it wished to protect the lightning rod from lightning.

"Electricity? Speaking of which, Brother Baili, do you feel that the city is much darker today?"

It's like... there's a power shortage.

"How can such a big city still be short of electricity?" Bai Li pondered, "Could it be because of the heavy rain..."

"No, no, no. There are so many tsunamis in this damn place called Japan. If the power goes out due to such a small storm, Tokyo would not be called the city that never sleeps." Xiaoniao retorted without thinking.

"That's right."

. . .

In a small solitary house somewhere, there was no lighting, only the bright light from the computer screen was particularly dazzling.

It was like a CT agent who was still guarding A University after the lights were turned off. The whole cabin was dim and dazzling.

A young man with exaggerated appearance sat in front of the computer, and the dazzling white light shone on his face.

The long purple hair is combed to one side, and the style looks like some ultimate creature.

There is a lightning-shaped pattern branded on his left eye, which looks more like a tattoo than a scar.

She had a copper collar around her neck, a jumpsuit, a vest and a jacket on her upper body, and a particularly distinctive black silk mesh jumpsuit.

The garments were decorated with circular ornaments throughout, and the jackets had cross-shaped ornaments.

These features undoubtedly reveal the owner's bohemian personality - just like a crazy rock star.

And right next to his legs, there was a guitar.

So let's just call him a rock punk guy.

"Damn it, no one, no one understands rock and roll better than me!" The rock punk man smashed the keyboard angrily, typing away.

[Little guy, rock and roll is not just about smashing and dancing, young man, don't be too excited. ]

"Do you dare to say another word?"

【Stupid】

The punk guy's eyes looked like they could spit fire. He was silent for a while, and then he suddenly laughed wildly: "Hahahaha! Good! Good! Are you provoking me?"

"Found it! Your IP, hehehe!" The punk guy laughed like crazy, the decibel level was so exaggerated that the neighbors would come to greet him, "rock and roll!"

The next second, the punk man's eyes shone brightly, and a golden unidentified object penetrated into the computer screen.

[Stupid, you can still come over here through the computer network cable to hit me sixhahdhsakidua……]

The unfinished bad breath may only be left for the next life.

Time passed so quickly that the keyboard warrior couldn't even type a complete sentence. In the blink of an eye, a golden, strange figure like Frieza in Dragon Ball emerged from a computer screen dozens of kilometers away and pressed the keyboard warrior down on his beloved keyboard.

It gently touched the blushing man's mouth: "I admire those who dare to speak outrageously on the Internet."

Because, you might really get beaten up through the Internet.

"What valuables do you have?" The thief didn't want to leave empty-handed. He came all the way here to beat him up and wasted dozens of kilowatt-hours of electricity. Naturally, he had to pay him for his hard work.

Looking around, the house was bare except for a torn family photo: "How pitiful! You don't even have a mother. I won't kill you."

The man was considerately injected with bioelectricity, and the keyboard warrior who was supposed to be dead began to have his heart beat again.

"I'm such a kind rocker!" After letting out a lame fart, Golden Frieza once again sank into the computer screen.

. . .

A silver-white double-door Mazda slowly stopped by the roadside. The model was RX-7. The coincidence that it shared the same name with the famous Kamen Rider made the value of this sports car soar.

"I'm so lucky. If I had hired you later, the organization's salary wouldn't be enough." The man with a dark complexion gently patted the steering wheel of his car, took out a black umbrella from the passenger compartment, and opened the car door.

The rain was not heavy, and thanks to his exquisite control, his black uniform from head to toe did not get wet.

Although he is a member of "that organization", he rarely wears formal suits and leather shoes - he thinks it is too old-fashioned and will attract attention, and it is not as casual as a black casual outfit.

The phone rang, and he turned to hold the umbrella in his left hand and took out a black Apple phone from his right trouser pocket.

"If those old people were wearing suits and ties, I'm afraid there would be no place to put this thing." After laughing at the old guys' stubbornness, he answered the phone.

"Bourbon, that guy's stand is very strong, don't be careless." A woman's voice came.

"Vermouth, don't worry, I'll pay attention." After hanging up the call from his nosy "best friend", the man called Bourbon continued to walk towards the dark cottage.

"How strong can he be? Even the organization is afraid of him." Bourbon was not afraid. Instead, he became even more excited.

Step by step, he walked up the stairs. His right hand holding the umbrella was always steady. Even though he was going uphill, not a single drop of rain soaked his clothes.

Before knocking on the door, he paused and looked at the red gate next to him: "After all, it was a warning from that woman..."

He turned off the switch.

"Damn it! This damn weather is horrible." The house was small and shabby, with poor sound insulation, and one could already hear ghosts howling from the other side of the door.

Probably the power outage was blamed on thunderstorms.

"Knock, knock, knock." He knocked on the door.

"Who is it? So annoying."

The chair over there twisted, probably because the owner got up impatiently and prepared to open the door.

"It doesn't take much effort." Bourbon's heartbeat rose and fell as he listened to the footsteps getting closer.

The white and blue stand-in appeared faintly behind him.

The moment the door opened, a powerful attack came towards Bourbon.

A drop of cold sweat appeared on the latter's forehead, indicating that he had already taken precautions.

He roared and revealed the name of his Stand: "Sticky Fingers"