Multi-Vest Salvation Guide

The first and last Heroic Spirit in this newborn world.

At the moment when the world merged successfully, all the heroic spirits who made a contract with him were sent back to the seat of heroic spirits by Gaia and Alaya.

They don't belong to this world. At the moment when the world is merging, there is no loophole for them to exist in that complete world.

This is a measure that has to be taken to avoid damage to the spiritual base of the heroes of the planet.

But the consciousness of the planet also left the last possibility for the hero who once saved the planet to become the blessing of the heroic spirit.

Despite the depths of despair, the last savior is still lingering in pain.

He hasn't given up yet, things are still turning around.

In his original world, Povino, Vongola's allied family, once developed a weapon involving cause and effect-the rocket launcher ten years later.

If you are hit by him, you can come to the world ten years later in 5 minutes.

Such a troublesome and tricky weapon of causality was of course destroyed by the new world consciousness at the very beginning, but this arrogant new master just destroyed the entire family as a routine, and didn't care whether there was any extra information leaked out.

But under his carelessness, the world won a glimmer of life.

The wreckage Ralph found in the ruins of the Povino family and the branch found some incomplete information about the rocket launcher ten years later. Although it is much more troublesome than having a complete rocket launcher ten years later, it is enough.

At this time, I would like to thank those great scientists in Chaldea. If they hadn’t jokingly proposed their dream of opening Gundam, and madly output cognitive output to themselves in their free time, the world would really be over.

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In this way, when the end of the world is about to come, the incompetent savior, with a small light of hope on his body, slowly walks all over the almost destroyed world, looking for materials that can accomplish his goals, and thinking about what he is going to do.

There is only one chance, if you don't succeed, you will succeed. There is nothing to say about it. As long as the rocket launcher can be successfully manufactured ten years later before the last human dies, the world can still be saved!

Unexpectedly, the whole story went very smoothly.

While thinking about how to complete the ultimate salvation weapon every day, he moved to an area where human beings survived, and quietly helped them with some insignificant resistance.

Time passed quickly, and in theory, the invention of the rocket launcher had also made rapid progress ten years later. According to his calculations, it could almost be said to have been successful.

But if there is no experiment, no one knows what the consequences will be if it is used.

...but Ralph was out of time.

Looking at the purple time machine made by himself in front of him, the blond young man who has completely become a heroic spirit clenched his fists tightly, and his brain, which has been spinning continuously since he didn't know when, began to hum crazily.

His mind went blank, and he watched his hands operate the machine steadily.

The time is set.

The coordinates are fixed.

A decade ago the bazooka went into preparation.

5 minutes left to start using.

……

There are 30 seconds left, 29, 28, 27...

Ralph watched with burning eyes, the countdown on the time display, the heart that had been silent since the end of the world was beating like a drum.

He knows that success or failure is a matter of trial and error.

The number representing time keeps getting smaller, the blond heroic spirit waits for the passage of time, and finally, the time of judgment comes.

The light on the machine changed from orange to red, accompanied by the last few countdowns

...Three, two, one!

The maximum number of captures is one person.

It's ready.

Ralph's eyes went dark, he closed his eyes slowly, and the surrounding fell into boundless silence.

There was no sound, and there was no smell of rotting corpses since a year ago.

Ralph waited quietly. At this moment, his heart seemed to be integrated with this darkness, drowning in this boundless darkness...

I don't know how long it took before a small voice came from my ear.

The chirping of birds, the chirping of insects, and the slight friction of the wind blowing over the flowers and plants.

The blond-haired young man opened his eyes, which were as golden as his hair, and raised his head to look at the quiet night sky in front of him. Under the caress of the night wind, his reddish eye sockets felt dry and tired for a long time.

He was grateful for Heroic Spirit's physique like never before.Let him survive until now and witness this beautiful world again.

Thanks to Yingling's keen perception, he felt the charm of life like never before.

He breathed a sigh of relief, squatted down, and beside him was a brand new tombstone that had not experienced any traces of wind and rain.

There are even a few white unknown flowers under the tombstone...

Ralph stretched out his hand, his white and slender fingers went up and down, past the familiar name engraved on the tombstone.

No one is more familiar with the name than he.

Ralph Vengley.

His one and only name that goes deep into his soul.

I didn't expect that I would have the opportunity to see my own grave one day. This is really a wonderful encounter.

He gently picked up a small white flower placed under the tombstone with his fingers.

Although he himself has a normal appreciation ability, he is not interested in such delicate and lovely plants as flowers.

only……

This unknown white flower grows in the Vengley Castle, accompanying this historic Italian castle, I don’t know how long it has passed.

It obviously looks like a weak weed, but it has occupied a place in the castle for a long time.

Perhaps for Ralph Vengley, who lived in Vengley Castle since he was a child, this may be the best memorial.

The flower rhizome in the hand exudes the smell of green grass, and the petals are as soft as a woman's thin lips.

Almost as soon as he touched it, Ralph confirmed that this was not a beautiful specimen that he thought could be preserved for a long time after treatment, but a fresh flower just picked from Vengley Castle that still maintained its vitality.

Ah, according to the calculation of time, it should have been a year since his death.

She even sent people to present flowers on her grave every day, probably A Gang did it.

This kid, he still can't let go of his own death.

Gently putting the flowers back in place, Ralph simply lay down on his grave without any discomfort at all.

He looked up at the dazzling stars in the sky, stared blankly at the sky, and temporarily allowed himself to let his mind go and rest for a while.

In this way, watching the beautiful sea of ​​stars, enjoying the rare tranquility.

Ralph's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and finally he fell into a belated sleep.

The moonlight gently fell on the blond young man's body, as if offering a unique blessing to the young man who had returned home after a long absence, and comforting his tired body and mind.

Even if he is as strong as a heroic spirit, after spending nearly half a year under the non-stop research, his spirit will not be able to support it, and he will collapse.

Now, let the weary hero rest for the night.

After all, it's not over yet...

***

"Who are you……?"

The cold and restrained voice approached from a distance, and slowly approached his ears.

"...!"

The blond young man who had been lying down for a good night suddenly opened his eyes. He was so careless that he didn't even notice anyone approaching him.

and many more?

Ralph, whose consciousness had just come out of sleep, was still in a daze.

Looking at the handsome brown-haired young man frowning and staring at him, a familiar name blurted out from the corner of his mouth.

"Agang?"

Hearing Ralph's words, Vongola Judai, who had a gloomy and oppressive expression just now, blinked. There was a trace of doubt in his eyes, and the feeling of depression around him eased a lot.

Sawada Tsunayoshi's warm brown eyes stared unblinkingly at the stranger in front of him who had a strange intimacy and called out his nickname.

After finishing the family work and taking a short sleep, he would come here quietly every morning and personally present a white flower to his beloved brother.

This was the only little sacrifice he could make for the dying person, he was very useless, he couldn't stop senior brother from dying with Bai Lan for him and everyone.

Sawada Tsunayoshi knew very well that if his brother hadn't solved Bai Lan, then he might be the one who died.

The senior brother died for himself... This realization was like a curse, deeply rooted in his heart, disturbing his sleep and eating.

Sawada Tsunayoshi often thinks, if he was the one who died with Bai Lan at that time, would the ending be better?It seems that it is not bad to change the senior brother to remember the ending of his life.

But if forever is if...

No matter how good fantasies are... they can never replace reality.

If the senior brother knew that he thought so, I'm afraid that under the nine springs would jump you up and beat yourself up from just now.

That's fine.

A trace of imperceptible loneliness flashed across the eyes of Italy's supreme mafia godfather, and soon disappeared without a trace.

His probing eyes once again slid across the whole body of the unknown stranger, wearing a cosplay-like flamboyant white dress. Although his complexion was bad, there was still no flaw in his whole body.

He is a ruthless character and should be treated with caution.

However, the super intuition that hadn't reacted just now suddenly became active in his mind. It was not a battle alarm, but a reminder to him...

Grab this person, or you will lose it again.

With this understanding, Sawada Tsunayoshi put his hand into his pocket, where his weapon was placed. It usually looks like a plush glove, an X-glove that can be deformed as long as it is injected with death energy.

At the same time, he repeated the first question again and added a few words.

"Who the hell is Your Excellency? Why did you appear here? You just..." Thinking of the word A Gang blurted out by this stranger, for some reason, an impossible delusion arose in his heart, "Why did you call me A Gang? You... ..."

"...!"

A series of questions and answers from Tsunayoshi Sawada successfully awakened Ralph who had just slept in a daze. Realizing what he just blurted out, he raised his head subconsciously, wanting to confirm the reaction of the mafia godfather.

With four eyes facing each other, the brown-haired youth's fiery gaze composed of various thoughts almost pierced the opposite person.

What a mistake.

Ralph lowered his head, trying not to meet the eyes of Tsunayoshi Sawada.

After a while, Ralph, who had already thought about what to do, sighed, slowly raised his head, and showed a gentle smile.

He reached out his hand to Sawada Tsunayoshi, and said softly, "Good morning, Tsuna... I don't know, do you remember Ralph in the infirmary?"