Kamijou Touma of a Stand-in Messenger

"Brother System, what else can you do?"

Holding the gifts from the Arakisou uncles, Touma walked on the way home.

"As long as it is what you want, I can get it here."

Whoa, what a big tone.

"So, what's the price?"

Dang Ma doesn't believe that Uncle Dior will do charity.

"Soul, the great DIO-sama has put countless systems in the multiverse for the purpose of harvesting souls. The holders of each system can exchange for corresponding things as long as they pay a certain amount of souls. As long as the souls Enough, you can even summon the adults of Arakizhuang."

Soul, does such a thing really exist?

"So how do I get a soul?"

"It's very simple. Because of the existence of this system, you just need to wait for the dying person to die. Of course, this speed is too slow. According to the traditional practice of the multiverse, killing is the kingly way."

Killing, when Ma knew Uncle Dior's intentions.

For the sake of great power, or to satisfy their own selfish desires, many people often cannot withstand such temptations. Once they raise the butcher knife, he (she) becomes a tool for Uncle Dior to harvest the soul from that moment on.

"Why does Uncle Dior need a soul?"

He was a little puzzled.

"...Because this system is a complete version, this insider host has the right to know."

Can't you know the non-full version?

"Dio-sama needs a soul to keep himself invincible all the time. The soul is the substitute of DIO-sama: the energy source of the world and beyond the kingdom of heaven. Only by having an inexhaustible soul at all times can DIO-sama rewrite the reality wantonly and achieve it. All wishes come true, and besides, this system is the product made by Mr. DIO using his stand-in ability."

"May all your wishes come true?!"

Can the substitute's ability achieve this level?

"Yes, this is also where Master DIO is able to rely on the multiverse."

Uncle Dior, that's terrible.

"I won't kill."

It seems that Touma's answer has been expected, the system said again.

"Why don't you see what you can exchange for before making a conclusion."

Hearing this, Touma curiously opened the exchange bar, and then all the inexplicable nouns came into view.

Naruto, One Piece, Zan·Crimson Eyes, Demon High School, Demon Slayer: Blade, Fullmetal Alchemist...

Each of them is a separate shopping mall, and Dang Ma saw a lot of unfamiliar words, skills, and weapons in it.

"What is this stuff?"

"They are all worlds conquered by Master DIO, and all of them have become the private property of Master DIO, and the superpowers in them are naturally the same."

Touma is completely indifferent to these things, maybe they can really make him stronger, but if his strength is based on killing, then what use is he even if he is stronger?

"and then?"

"Please see to the end."

Touma looked down hesitantly.

"Character trading?! What is this?"

When Ma randomly selected a world, he found that there were characters trading this option.

Premonition Sense warned him, but he clicked on it anyway.

"these are……"

"Yes, Master DIO has conquered these worlds, and the creatures in them are naturally among them. Although most people choose to submit to Master Dio, there are still a small number of people who are stubborn and choose to resist. Turned into slaves, let them exert their last remaining heat."

The system's cold language deeply hurt Touma, he couldn't imagine that a living person could be traded as a commodity.

"What exactly are you trying to express?"

"This system wants to say that even if you don't buy these slaves, they will be bought by others one day. As for how they will be treated after being bought, no one can say for sure? So, instead of letting them Facing the unknown future, why not come to you, you will treat them well, right?"

Dang Ma only felt that he was being manipulated to death.

"Uncle Dior asked you to say these words, right?"

He didn't think this cold system would know him so well.

"...Yes, Master DIO guessed that you will not kill, so let this system say so."

"Uncle really understands me."

Tauntingly, Touma didn't expect that Uncle Dior, who looks as elegant as a nobleman, would be so cold-blooded.

"You give him the words for me, I'll challenge him the next time I see him, and if he loses, stop this and put them back together."

"...I will."

After a moment of silence, Touma asked again.

"What will happen to those souls after they are used?"

"...Naturally, it is discarded. Master DIO only needs the spiritual energy in the soul, but the soul itself is not needed."

"Is that so..."

He decided that although it was impossible to kill, he could not just watch these people being sold as commodities.

"I ask you how many people on these lists are dead today."

The system counted.

"The 11 people all died in battle. The characters in the system are the elites of their respective worlds. Naturally, they will not be really treated as slaves. Moreover, once these characters sign a contract with the system holder, they are not completely They are completely in obedience, they have their own thoughts, if they encounter an incompetent or disliked master, even if they know they will be taken in again, they will resist to the end and even kill the master."

That being said, Dangma can feel better, at least not a complete slave.

After cutting off the connection with the system, Dang Ma felt that he would not use it again except to check his attributes occasionally.

But people still need to be saved, but this soul is a bit difficult to deal with.

The place where the dying people are most concentrated is naturally the hospital. It seems that I have to go to the hospital to do volunteer work in the future.

At the same time, he was dissatisfied with Dior. If the other party hadn't left, he might never know the other party's true face.

But he is still his teacher, the teacher who guides his life path.

So Kamijou had mixed feelings.

However, what he asked the system to bring to Dio was the truth. If he met him again, he would shake his fist at him without hesitation.

The loser obeys the winner, and he wants to use what Uncle Dior taught him on himself.

……

Two years later, in Miami, Florida, USA, there was a boxing gym next to a beach.

"Hit him! Chris! Did you talk too much with your wife yesterday?!"

"Teach me that Asian kid! You've completely disgraced our country!"

"I bet all my bets on you, if you dare to lose, I'll skin you!"

A group of white-skinned or black-skinned men gathered around a ring, shouting excitedly at the two confronting each other on the stage.

In the arena, a tall Asian teenager seemed to be moving around in a weird and flexible way, playing with another strong white man who was half a head taller than him.

This boy is Kamijou Touma.

But of course he didn't play tricks on the other party, and he didn't have such a bad taste. In fact, as long as he thought about it, this free fight would have ended long ago. The reason why he has not ended the other party until now is actually waiting for someone.

"Touma! How long are you going to play!?"

Suddenly familiar Japanese came from the audience.

It seems that sister Meiling has finished her massage, and it's time to end it.

Touma fell to one side in a posture that violated the structure of the human body. Although his upper body was about to touch the ring, his feet could still stand firmly.

The opponent's straight punch was not accidentally hit, and Dang Ma hit the opponent's chin fiercely with a rising dragon fist.

A body weighing more than two hundred kilograms flew upwards, and then slammed heavily on the ring, making a loud noise.

The audience below the ring was suddenly silent.

Dang Ma twisted his neck, raised his fists to show his victory, and then walked off the ring regardless of everyone's surprise.

"Are you so energetic? As long as you don't look at you for a moment, you can't restrain the male hormones in your body?"

Misaka Mirei, who was only wearing a coat and a bikini, said speechlessly.

"Who told me not to have a girlfriend? Besides, sister Meiling, don't you understand my strength?"

Bai Bai Touma glanced at it, although she didn't like the other party's participation in such a dangerous sport, but she liked the way the other party won the moment very much.

After all, for a young woman over [-] years old like her, it is undoubtedly a very enjoyable thing to watch a handsome young man like Touma show off the beauty of male violence wantonly.

"The fight you participated in was not fair at all. Those foreigners are ugly as hell, and it would be a pity to get injured, but if your handsome face is disfigured, I don't know how many little girls will feel sad."

Taking out a towel and gently wiping Touma's sweat, Misaka Mirei felt helpless for her naughty younger brother like an older sister.

"I'm also doing this to show off my strength, so that there will always be people who don't know what to do and keep thinking about Sister Meiling."

"So it's still my fault?"

Frowning, Misaka Mirei asked.

"Yeah, it's all because of Meiling's natural beauty. Not only is she a big beauty, but she also has a good figure. I'm also under a lot of pressure as a flower protector."

"...You are really getting more and more cunning, and you are no longer the innocent Dangma you were back then."

Walking on the beach holding Touma's hand, looking at the setting sun, the two looked like a couple.

"Time flies by really fast. At the beginning, you were just a little devil on my chest, but now you have the capital to attract little girls."

"They can't compare to you, sister Meiling, one ten-thousandth. I really hope that I can find a beautiful and gentle big sister like you, Meiling, to be my girlfriend in the future."

After finishing speaking, Touma felt the flesh around his waist being rotated 360 degrees.

"You're making such a joke again. Is my sister just for fun?"