[Comprehensive] The growth record of the god judge

Shi also comes from a different world. In that world, there are magic, monsters, all kinds of life, and many crises.

I don't remember which country developed alchemy, using human body supplemented with countless rare materials, using the most advanced technology to create the most perfect fighting alchemy puppet.They have the most powerful force, but they are used to kill, they have the smartest brain, but no one teaches them, they have the most efficient energy source, and it is in the heart - that is the source of magic power, and it is also where they rely The source of action.

Shi was also one of the golems produced in batches. At that time, he didn't have a name, only the code name - TWA35, referred to as No. 35. Although it was in batches, due to the success rate, there were not many of them. He turned out to be a melee type. , was worn out in a war, and the alchemist responsible for maintaining it was reluctant to lose it, so it took a lot of effort to transform him into a logistics support type.

Then he got used up again.

It was a grand war. The enemy's army was about to capture the last line of defense of the empire. All the high-ranking officials and nobles retreated, leaving behind a city of helpless civilians.

The enemy's iron heels are about to set foot on the land of the country, but reinforcements are still on the way.

He stood in the shadows for a long time, finally escaped quietly from the guards, squatted on the high city wall, and stretched out his top-level protective cover.

His protective cover covered the entire city, and the powerful magic shells hit his protective cover again and again, hitting the magic cover like ripples on the surface of the water. He leaned against the tall city gate and almost fell The heart was dug out.

He thought about the sizzling mutton skewers baked by Uncle Ferro in the snack street, the roses given to him by Millie from the florist, the peddlers who sold him, and the city. Everyone who spoke to him.

The kindness he received was so little that every trace of it was extremely precious.

Reinforcements finally arrived.

His fingers had already been inserted into his chest, and with a slight movement of his fingertips, he could dig out his own core, and the colorful magic was overwhelming, and the huge energy vibration changed the color of the world.

He came to another world.

He was badly damaged at that time, the government repaired him, coaxed him into signing the agreement, and then sent him to a Honmaru to be a god judge.

The fusangshen in Honmaru are too real. They are fresh, have independent thoughts, can cry and laugh, and are more human than him.He wants to learn from them, he wants to be truly human.

Fusangshen are really kind to him, they will care about whether he sleeps cold, they will make delicious meals for him, they will ask his name, and they will remember him well.

Sadly, he doesn't know his own name.

He was afraid that his inappropriate behavior would make them angry, so he kept silent.

They are still angry.

The puppet doesn't understand, he can't understand, Honmaru is isolated from the world, he is too obedient, he hardly goes out to communicate with others, and the fusangshen have too many thoughts, the habitual caution and deliberation unknowingly push the puppet away. Drive far, far away.

Is it possible to be with them forever by becoming a human?

So nice, so nice of them.

Over time, he inevitably came into contact with the outside world, absorbing everything he could come into contact with like a sponge.

A golem has no heart, but he's not stupid either.

I like you, love you, respect you, and agree with you, as if that's not the case.

The puppet sat alone in the room with a long iron chain on his ankle. It wasn't that he couldn't escape, but he was unwilling to escape.

His body was already very weak, and basically entered the automatic repair period, unable to use magic power recklessly, but after all he had been thrown into war as a weapon, and a mere iron chain was not enough to restrain his actions.

He is a little tired.

Classes ended early in the afternoon, and Ba Xing reluctantly returned to his teacher's dormitory for a long time. Shi also had a headache to comfort him, and vaguely remembered a Fu Sangshen who was very similar to Ba Xing .

Hasebe is probably the rare Fusangshen in Honmaru who treats him sincerely.

Shaking his head, Tokiya bid farewell to everyone in the tennis club, and walked towards the music club's classroom.

When choosing a club, Sanada originally wanted to put him in the tennis club to take care of him nearby, but Shiya rejected him for the sake of his own safety and chose the music club instead.

He has existed as a puppet in the Western Continent for a long time. Although his freedom will be restricted when there is no war, there is no other disadvantage.

He was responsible for protecting the safety of the princes and princesses, hiding in the depths of the palace, and over time learned the daily lessons they took every day.

Like music.

The music club is a gathering place full of young people who are young and angry. Shi also found a remote and empty classroom to play the piano alone. It was a piece from his hometown, with a sad and gentle tone.

When he was in Honmaru, his only musical instrument was a piccolo. Due to the different ways of using it, he did not play it a few times. Later, he gave it to Yakuken after a solo performance. At that time, he saw Yaken’s eyes So eager to think that he wanted that flute, but now that I think about it, I probably want him to play another piece.

Ten fingers fluttered, the white fingers were dazzling, and Shi Ye's thoughts flew back to the past.At that time, he gave everything to them, including that bloody heart.

"boom!"

The door of the room opened suddenly, and the door panels on both sides slammed against the wall violently. Shi was also frightened, stopped playing, and looked towards the door reflexively.

When he saw this, he was stunned.

There stood a familiar yet unfamiliar person.With black hair, delicate facial features, and glasses with silver frames, he was panting, as if he had run over with all his strength, and was standing at the door in a daze.

After a long time, Shi Ye smiled at him.

"Yaoyan, you have grown taller."

Yaken is different from other hidden short knives, he is in charge of taking care of the daily life of the god judge. After Hasebe was isolated, he can be said to be Fu Sangshen who is closest to the god judge.

He knew it was wrong for his elder brother to do that, and he knew it was wrong for his companion to do that, but facing his elder brother, he was powerless to refute, and facing his companion, he was unable to resist.

Yao Yan could only secretly help him.

So after that happened, Yaoken struggled with endless regrets every day. He regretted why he didn't stand up and resist, he regretted why he didn't join forces with Hasebe and some other fusangshen to secretly bring the general Let's go, he regrets not taking good care of the judge.His general, he should be carefree, live happily and fulfillingly every day, fly around freely like a bird, and not be bound by anything.

He Yaken Toshiro was supposed to be a sword of protection, but he never fulfilled his duty.

"Come on, come here." Shi Ye beckoned to Yaoyan, the black-haired boy staggered over, and knelt down on the floor in front of Shi Ye with a plop.

"General..." Yao Yan bowed his waist, covered his lips with his hands, sobbed and burst into tears, "General..."

Shi Ye gently stroked Yaoyan's hair, "I'm no longer a mind judge."

Yaken couldn't refute it, he could only hug Shiye's waist tremblingly, he seemed to be thinner and weaker, but his spirit seemed much better, as if a delicate doll had been injected with soul.

"I finally found you..." Yaken's tears soaked Shiya's clothes, and the warm liquid gradually turned cold from the edge, and he held tightly the hand that was touching his hair when he stretched out his hand, "I I have been looking for you for a long time..."

Shi Ye paused slightly, "How did you find me?"

The black-haired boy froze, and hugged him even harder. It took a long time before he heard Yaken's low voice, "I drank your blood, so I can vaguely feel your position..." At that moment, I also felt that Yaken's body was shaking. Trembling, "I have been looking for you, but I can't find you, until I suddenly felt your breath three months ago..."

Shi Ye was silent, at the beginning he used medicine to research his heart, and medicine research naturally drank his heart and soul, no wonder he could feel his position.

He had read the government's notice and knew what the fusangshen faced after the war.They will return to the correct historical track and walk the path they should go with the flow of time.

Yao Yan knew in his heart that after he finished his own path, he spent the rest of his time traveling through time, wandering back and forth at different time points, looking for that little bit of illusory possibility.

He searched for a long, long time, so long that he was numb, so long that he was about to give up, and so long that he plunged into the vortex of time without complaint or regret.

Yao Yan buried his head and face in Shi Ye's waist, tears flowing unscrupulously.

Fortunately, I did not give up, fortunately, I found you.

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