Komaeda Awakening Project Execution

It’s still time for storytelling, but it’s just an addition to the details of last time, so the timeline is pushed forward even more. I’m just explaining my unfortunate or lucky experience. In fact, I think what I said last time was not very good. Sure enough, my expressive ability is very good. I'm sorry, but please be more tolerant.

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I—Komaeda Nagito is an extraordinary existence. Although I am extraordinary, I do not have any great family background, talent, or expertise. On the contrary, I am just a small commoner. The reason why I am extraordinary is because I am luck.

I am luckier than the average person. Occasionally I will win a lottery when I buy a popsicle. I will definitely win a prize in the lottery in the shopping street. I always win the boxing game with others... I am lucky, but also unlucky. I need misfortune to balance me For example, when crossing the zebra crossing, I was often hit by a car in the middle of the walk, when I was looking for books in the library, I was overwhelmed by a bookcase full of books, and I went to the hospital every two days, so the nurses and doctors knew me...I am Fortunately, but also unfortunately.

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When I was young, I got on the plane with my parents who loved me. I didn't know the destination, but I knew that the current situation was not trivial.

The plane was hijacked. Those masked strong men were holding knives and guns. The passengers on board were ordered to gather in the middle aisle with their hands raised. They waved guns and knives. Everyone was too scared to make a sound. I Also trembling with fear.

The captain of the plane was held hostage and had to listen to those people who diverted the plane from the original course. They searched the luggage of the passengers one by one and took away valuables.

wind.

It seems that something happened, the captain’s room was noisy, I clenched my mouth so as not to make a sound, my father’s blue face could be seen at a glance, the joints of my mother’s raised hands were white, and other people I didn’t know were not much better Go, someone came out from the captain's cabin, one of those masked people, whispering to his accomplices, and opened the curtains to look out the glass window.

The wind is getting louder and louder.

Something roared and roared.

Then there was a shaking, everyone screamed in panic, the voice was noisy, I was knocked down to the ground, and I saw that most of the rear casing was pierced and burned by some big stone, and the fragments of the stone shot around, making a mess, the plane continued Unusual shaking, someone was hurt, crying for help, my mother cried and hugged me tightly, my father protected us, and I was surrounded by their warm body temperature.

The plane was hit, and it was falling uncontrollably, and the territory of an unknown country was below. The plane was wobbly and unable to maintain a stable flight, and fell sharply.

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My parents died in a plane crash, but I was lucky enough to survive unscathed. I was the only survivor. I inherited the inheritance of my parents. No relatives wanted to take me in. Although they were eyeing the huge inheritance, but more Fear of dying early because of my luck, and dying before enjoying the happy days of being a rich man, they don't have that fate to bear.

The news of the death of both my parents spread in the school. Everyone was very sympathetic and scared, because they knew that I was very lucky, so they were afraid that I would take away their luck and even bring bad luck. Their parents looked at me like watching Like the filth, I avoid it for fear of being too late. I am pointed at by others, and I am always alone.

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How many times?I don’t remember anymore, I was privately insulted as the God of Plague or the God of Death, and I don’t care anymore, I ate popsicles and signed the word “winning” that I am used to always appearing.

"Mom, can I get a popsicle to eat?"

"Of course you can, Gen."

Looking at the warm mother and son, I felt that I looked out of place and a little lonely.

It's great that there are still people who value themselves.

I exchanged another popsicle with a lottery from the shop selling popsicles. The shopping street seems to be active again, because it’s almost Chinese New Year. Do you want to go and have a look?

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When I first entered junior high school, the classmates and teachers in the class were difficult to deal with. They kept inviting me to play basketball to show off my youthful sweat. The class teacher was a strict person. If I was late for class, I would not be accommodating, right?Although the reason I was late was because I was hit by a car, the usual road was under construction and so on.

I was walking on the road when a car suddenly stopped next to me. Two people got out of the car and grabbed me without saying anything. I resisted strongly and called for help, but they covered my nose and mouth and put Agitated, I forced myself into the car.

They wanted my money, so they kidnapped me and wanted to ask my parents for ransom. Unfortunately, they didn't know that my parents had passed away. I observed the opportunity, managed to escape and asked passers-by for help, and got it by accident. A lottery ticket that won the jackpot.

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Unlucky, lucky, unlucky, lucky...

I am used to this kind of life, and I feel numb. I will not be surprised if a meteorite falls, and I will not panic if I am suddenly robbed or blackmailed.

"Hope is an absolutely good thing."

"The Chosen have talent."

I have heard others talk like this several times, although my thoughts are the same, through misfortune and luck, my concept of right and wrong has been distorted, and my cognition is not normal.

I'm like a lunatic, like a psycho.

I have nothing to rely on, I can only hypnotize myself, and use my meaning of existence as a stepping stone, so that I will not feel sad and blue, because I should feel honorable.

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I am terminally ill.

Pointing to the X-ray of my brain, the doctor explained in detail that I am indeed terminally ill. The brain has shown signs of atrophy, and it is very serious. It is at the end stage. I need surgery as soon as possible, even if the chance of success is slim.

I don’t have any suggestion to undergo surgery. I don’t care if I’m terminally ill. Anyway, even if a guy like me lives, he won’t make any contribution. Just a passerby.

I heard that after death, my deceased relatives will come to greet me. I can’t remember the faces of my parents, but my pet dog is very impressive. After all, I cried a lot when it died, and I heard the death of my parents. The search and rescue personnel said that I crawled hard in the narrow and dark space, crawled out of a group of people whose bodies were getting colder and warmer, and escaped through the window whose glass was all shattered. I didn't see my parents. The news of the death didn't feel real.

How much time do I have left?a month?three months?a year?What kind of luck can such misfortune be exchanged for?I look forward to it with all my heart.

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"You are Mr. Huang Ying who wants to talk to me, right?" I was invited to the coffee shop and sat in the empty seat opposite a man with shoulder-length yellow hair and a white hat.

"Yes, I'm the reporter who wants to hear about your experience." Mr. Huang Ying saluted mischievously.

"I don't think my experience is worth asking Mr. Huang Ying to meet with me."

"Don't be so restrained. I just heard that a boy named Nagito Komaeda was very lucky. The degree of luck is unimaginable."

"It's okay, but I often win prizes or get discounts." I smiled politely at him.

"I know that you are the jackpot winner of several lottery tickets, oh wow... I don't have as much hard-earned money as you... What a big blow."

"I can't help it, I just picked it up by accident."

"Your luck is really extraordinary. I'm curious, can you control your luck?"

"It's not control, I just believe in my luck, do you want to try it?"

"Oh? How to try?" Mr. Huang Ying was very interested.

I called the nearest waitress and asked her to bring me a mug of warm coffee.

"It feels like a very old-fashioned falling plot." Mr. Huang Ying guessed.

The waitress seemed to be a newcomer. She walked cautiously and stared nervously at the tray in her hand. Finally, she was almost there, but she tripped over something placed on the ground by other customers. She wobbled and was very panicked. walking in my direction.

"That young lady's hands are shaking, and her footsteps are even messed up, Komaeda-kun may be unlucky." Mr. Huang Ying whistled.

"not necessarily."

The waitress didn't stabilize, and when she came up to me, I could see the coffee in the cup shaking violently, probably pouring it on me.

"Huh? What's the matter? You missed the appointment?" A man who was looking around was talking on the phone. He didn't pay attention to the situation in front of him at all. He just looked behind and bumped into the waitress.

"Wow!"

The knocked-off waitress leaned to the left, and of course the coffee in the cup deviated from the original spilling route, and became the only color on Mr. Huang Ying's all-white suit impartially.

"..."

"Wow...I kinda like this one..."

"First, sir! I'm so sorry! I'll get you a towel right away!"

I smiled and looked at Mr. Huang Ying. "how?"

"It's really lucky." Mr. Huang Ying took off the coat that was spilled on the coffee. "With such great luck, it's not surprising to call it a "talent"."

"..."talent"?" I frowned. "I'm just lucky, not talented."

"No, no, in my opinion, that is indeed a talent you have. My friend and I have been wondering if there is a talent called "luck". It seems that there is."

"I don't think that's a talent."

Mr. Huang Ying waved his hand. "Stop being self-effacing, at least I did know that this talent exists just now."

"Are you interested in "Super High School Luck"?"

That was the turning point in my life, and at the same time the unfortunate beginning of a path toward despair.

...It is also the future where I can meet Hinata-kun.

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"Ah, it's our first time meeting you, senpai~"

I looked at the girl with blond fluffy hair tied into double ponytails with strange hair accessories. The revealing clothes were completely inviting. I was worried about her too short skirt. I don’t like girls like this. Dress up, that looks flirty.

Enoshima Junko, a "super high school hot girl", has been featured on many magazine covers, and has her own fashion lectures. She is a very sought-after model. She has endorsed many cosmetic advertisements. She is a model among girls. Her unique dressing style and makeup taste have been imitated.

"What's the matter? Enoshima-san."

"Be careful, Dunzijiang, his talent will make others unhappy." A girl with short hair and freckles appeared.

Warblade, a "super high-level soldier", is one of the members of the mercenary group "Fenrir". She fought all kinds of battles without leaving any scars on her body.

"Ah~ Sister Cannian is here, interrupting my conversation with Komaeda-senpai." Enoshima-san showed a very unhappy expression.

"Huh? Hug, sorry... It's my fault, please don't be angry with Dunzijiang." Zhan Ren, who was still full of heroic spirit just now, immediately looked like a puppy who made his master angry and drooped his ears.

"So, then ~ Komaeda-senpai is also lucky, right? He's not the same as the one in my class~" Enoshima-san ignored Zhan Ren-san who looked frustrated.

"There will be one lucky person in every class, is Enoshima-san trying to ask me something?"

Foul, like a swamp-like stench.

what happened?From Enoshima-san, the disgusting smell of decay.

"I just want to say hello~ Really, both lucks are beyond my expectation, forget it, it doesn't matter~ Senpai~ I'll leave~!" Enoshima-san said something I didn't understand, Bounce away.

"That... that... Dunzijiang..." Zhan Ren also followed.

...what is that strange smell?I keep this strangeness in my heart and confirm it later.

At that time, I was exposed to "despair" for the first time, and it was a strong "despair", so I didn't know it was a warning sign, but I just intuitively thought it was very annoying.

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Recently, a murder case occurred in the preparatory department. It seems to be the work of a pervert outside the school, but the victim was Kuzuryu-kun's younger sister.

A few days later, another murder case occurred. The deceased was a friend of Koizumi's classmate, and the atmosphere in the class became even more depressed.

The preparatory subject feels like there are things going on all day long. Today I saw people from the preparatory subject arguing with the guards. Anyway, it's not my business. It's just that it's not peaceful recently, so I don't mind.

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"Do you know "Hinata-kun"?"

I was caught by the sword and couldn't move. I faced Enoshima Gunko who was sitting on the swivel chair and eating cotton candy. She asked me a question.

"... Huh? Is it a super high school student?" I answered the question under the pressure of Zhan Renmu.

I didn't expect that the gun would jam at the critical moment, and I had to let Nanami escape and I was caught.

"Pfft! Wrong answer, the one I mentioned is the senior over there, although he is not Hinata-kun, well, forget it, whatever." Pointing at the boy with a cotton candy stick, Enoshima Dunko is very casual.

Is that "hope"?I wanted to look at him, but my head was firmly pressed down by Zhan Ren Mu.

"Hinata-kun is so pitiful. Compared with Komaeda-senpai, I cried badly." Enoshima Junko suddenly changed his mood, and shiitake mushrooms grew on his head.

"...What do you want to say?"

"It's nothing, it's just to pass the time, because I have to wait for the reliable squad leader to bring other people over, so that things can be handled easily." Enoshima Junko put on a pair of black-rimmed glasses.

"..."

"Then ~Senior Kamiza~ say something to the hard-working Junko-chan~☆" Enoshima Shieldko's sweet and cute voice gave me goosebumps.

"……boring."

"Hey~ Really~ I'm tired of listening to the catchphrase of Senior God~"

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It's been a long time since I became desperate. After being arrested by the future organization to make tea and chat, fortunately they just regarded me as a simple survivor of Hope Peak Academy.

It is very difficult to meet the Hinata-kun that Naegi-kun and Kirikiri-kun mentioned, and it was fruitless to ask everyone gathered under his leadership. Their description of "Hinata-kun" is very simple "indifferent", both indifferent and Xizi Rujin doesn't speak at all, but his abilities in all aspects are the most outstanding, there is no doubt about it.

Sapling-kun seems to be researching something with his companions, it's called "New World Program".

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After communicating with the black-haired and red-eyed boy for a while, the boat had already docked.

"What are you going to do?"

He didn't respond to me, he just saw that other people were lying in the nutrition cabin. Now that there are no people from the future agency watching, it should be a good time to make a move. I saw him take out a flash drive from his pocket and calmly put it into the computer. Host, and use the system to connect the contents of the pen drive.

It took 2 minutes for him to retrieve the flash drive and erase the record of external data entry. He completely ignored me, opened the hatch by himself, and lay down in the empty nutrition cabin.

Really reticent, without looking at me, I also lay down in the remaining vacant nutrition cabin.

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Then I met the real "Hinata-kun".

The only "Hinata-kun" who accepts me who has no meaning in existence.

That... hopelessly false "Hinata-kun".