Kamijou Touma of a Stand-in Messenger

"Sure enough, I still hate humans, I have no appetite at all."

Hearing an inexplicable sentence from the other party, Touma felt himself lifted up.

"gentlemen?"

Touma didn't understand what the other party meant.

"Let's give it to Dio."

He didn't answer, no, it should be said that in his eyes he was never a numb.

Just like humans are to animals.

Unable to break free at all, Kamijou Touma was brought into the house.

Through the hallway, they met another person.

"Huh? What is this?"

It was a young man with brown skin, with a short white hair, and wearing strange priestly attire.

"Oh, Puqi, it's just right, take this kid to Dio, he broke in by accident, let's deal with it according to the usual practice."

A strong sense of crisis appeared in Touma's heart, and his beast-like intuition was telling him that he was falling into a very dangerous situation.

"Is that so, I know."

When Ma was thrown on the ground, immediately, it floated up out of thin air.

Something he couldn't see was grabbing him.

Fear hit my heart, and Touma began to struggle violently.

In a panic, he hit something with his right hand, and then fell to the ground again.

At the same time, the black-skinned young man flew out abruptly and hit the wall.

"Huh, interesting."

The purple-haired man showed an interested expression when he saw this scene.

The black-skinned young man stood up and looked at Toma with a terrified expression on his expressionless face.

"Little ghost, are you also a stand-in messenger?"

Dang Ma couldn't understand.

"You are hurt?"

"No, it's just that the stand-in was bounced off."

The two looked at Touma from left to right, but their expressions were no longer the calm and frightening look before, but with a hint of interest.

"It seems that it is not accidental that he broke into here, leave it to Dio?"

After pondering for a while, the man named Pucci nodded.

"We are newcomers, so we really should learn more about the world. I will hand him over to Lord Dior."

Touma was pulled up, but this time he was not treated roughly.

"Kid, what's your name?"

Obviously being treated like that before, Touma didn't feel any malice towards the other party at the moment.

"Come on, Kamijou Touma."

There was a smile on the corner of Puqi's mouth, like a kind foreign friend.

"Shenjing Sumo? It's a good name, kid."

The attitude of the other party has changed a lot, from not treating Touma as a human being to treating him as a human being.

"Mr. Katz, are you interested too?"

Seeing that the other party did not leave, Puqi asked.

"Indeed, I'm free after all."

Just like that, Kamijou was "escorted" by two men one after the other to the uppermost room, where he saw a blond man reading a book with his upper body bare.

"Master Dior, I have some unexpected gains down below."

After being silent for about three or four seconds, the man called Dior turned the boss chair, allowing Touma to see the other person's face clearly.

He is about 25 or [-] years old, a typical European and American white man, but his complexion is paler, and he has a sick aesthetic feeling.

The long blond hair was casually draped behind him, and because he was not wearing a shirt, it was like a bodybuilder's beautiful body was exposed to the air.

Another guy who doesn't dress well.

"His right hand is very strange."

It was a magnetic and alluring voice, like whispering in someone's ear, which made Touma shiver.

The other party squinted his eyes and looked at himself for a while, then said in a slightly silent atmosphere.

"Chop off his right hand and throw it in the yard as flower fertilizer."

"Yes."

All this happened too quickly. After putting on the mask of hypocrisy, the villain violently broke out again without warning. Kamijou Touma only felt lightness on the right side of his body, and then his consciousness fell into darkness.

Only the warmth on his face told himself what happened.

Chapter 2 Soul and Right Hand

Dang Ma couldn't remember what happened afterwards at all. When he woke up, he found a circle of people standing around him, condescending and looking at him with different expressions.

"So, what the hell happened during the few hours I was looking for a job? Why was the house gone?"

asked the man in a suit, who looked like an ordinary office worker who just got off work.

"That's what I want to ask too. I've just collected information from other worlds and I'm homeless. Do you want me to sleep on the streets?"

The blond hair is curly, although the words are accusing, but the other party doesn't seem to be very angry.

"Where's the moldy octopus? Why didn't you see him?"

"He's dead. Master Dio just used his ability to resurrect him, so he probably hasn't woken up yet."

"Dead again? It's not surprising at all. Then, this brat is the culprit?"

His sight was finally clear, Kamijou boy saw the surrounding situation clearly.

Five grown men, three of whom have some impressions.

"I was greeted so warmly when I first came here. Although it was just a transit point, this world is much more interesting than I imagined."

The magnetism is low, it is the man with long golden hair before.

"Leave this kid to me first, Ji Liang, and contact the workers to repair the house. Others, if you are interested, you can take a look."

He looked like the one calling the shots.

"Why me again? Besides, don't you have the ability to fix the house in a flash?"

The man called Kira was very dissatisfied.

"Who made you the best at dealing with ordinary people? And my precious energy is not spent on such boring things."

"A boring thing? Are you willing to revive that dark octopus, and you are not willing to repair the house we live in?"

"... After all, he is also a useful tool."

Hearing this, the man named Kira didn't bother anymore, and left with his bag.

Kamijou Touma lay on the ground, not daring to make a sound, and pretended to be dead with his eyes closed.

"Okay, Dio, hurry up and explain how this kid can burst out with such a powerful force."

Katz crossed his arms and said impatiently.

"Power? Is this kid really doing it?"

It is not difficult to bulldoze a mansion in the eyes of these people, but it is not easy to do it under their noses.

"Yes, Mr. Katz and Mr. Diablo and I stopped him together. Although there is no great threat to us, we have no way to defeat or suppress him. If Mr. Octopus did not make a 'sacrifice', Let Lord Dio have the opportunity to let the double touch him, I am afraid the situation will be very ugly."

"Hey, that's really curious. Although the water in this world is very deep, it's too outrageous for a random brat to be so scary. So Dior, what's going on?"

All eyes were on the man named Dio.

"I was wrong when I said it. I thought it was just a lucky kid who was selected, but it turned out to be just an appearance. The right hand is just icing on the cake. The soul of this kid is the essence."

"Please take care of me, a latecomer, to put it plainly."

The man with blond curly hair was dissatisfied.

"His right hand is easy to understand. The key of revision is like a compass that always points to the south. It is the reference point of the world. When the world is far from the original world, it is used by capable people to find their way home. The last reliance is the right hand that can erase everything inconsistent with the original world."

Kamijou Touma was still pretending to be asleep, he couldn't understand what the other party was saying at all.

At this moment, he felt something touch his right hand.

"Stand-in, was bounced?"

It's popping, not erasing.

"Neither we nor our doubles are original products of this world. For this ultimate nesting doll-like world, doubles are completely alien, unlike other superpowers that extend from the original world. , this right hand can erase the respective unnatural phenomena emanating from the original world, but it can't do anything to the double, it is a product that can be artificially created, and there is nothing new about it."

After a pause, the other party spoke again.

"And his soul is the key point. This world is like a computer, the original world is the host that drives it, and the phase worlds born from it are the various operations that can be displayed on the display screen of this computer. Systems, they all run and evolve within the framework of this computer, but people living inside can only see the appearance of their own world, and there will be no connection between various operating systems, only when the computer hardware is affected. There will be a chain reaction, and of course, the person holding the mouse and keyboard can also interfere subjectively."

Having said that, Dio looked aside.

"Valentine, you should be able to understand with that kind of double, right? A perfect world doesn't like tenants messing around in your own home, but what would you do if you can't physically interfere?"

Valentine squeezed his chin, thought for a while and said.

"Find someone who manages the rooms and lectures the daring tenants when necessary."

Having said this, Valentine's expression became surprised.

"You mean, this brat..."