Yokohama High School of Magic

"..."

The inexplicable is not very unexpected, ignoring the numbness of the cerebral cortex as if it was backed by death, Atsushi Nakajima stood where he was, calmly thinking about the current countermeasures.

"Little robot, the character Osamu Dazai was born at the refresh point, and bought [Gluttony] for an hour in the mall."

"receive."

Although I don't know the consequences of the death of the characters, once Atsushi Nakajima dies, Yoshino Junpei and his mother who are helpless outside the house must be the first to die.

The site of the Yokohama school is a bit far away. He can only afford elementary teleportation. He just used it up once and still has a 3-minute cooldown. He is running at full speed with Osamu Dazai's character panel. If he is lucky, he can get on a vehicle. It takes at least 10 minutes.

...and who is this person? Why is he more oppressed than Gojo Satoru?

Isn't Gojo Satoru the ceiling of combat power?

"Gojo Satoru has no killing intent or even hostility towards you. The real person has the worst killing intent towards you, so the oppression you feel is completely different."

The fur on Baihu's body stood up, his pupils almost stood up like needles, his front body leaned slightly, and his teeth bared in warning.It faced Atsushi Nakajima, and Atsushi Nakajima, who shared vision with it, could clearly see behind him.

The man whose skin was covered with suture marks was full of malice, but there were traces of childish innocence in his smile. He was sticking behind his ear, with the skin only a few millimeters apart.

Atsushi Nakajima's heart was beating violently, and his pupils constricted.

I don’t know if it’s the standard configuration of a villain, but the real person who gave Atsushi Nakajima such oppression did not raise his hand to kill him, but walked slowly to the center of his line of sight, looking like he wanted to chat with him, " Huh? Conjurer, don't be afraid, I didn't say I would kill you."

He thought for a while: "Well, in order to make you relax, let me tell you a little story, thank you for my thoughtfulness."

Atsushi Nakajima gritted his teeth and didn't answer, but the real person didn't care. He stretched out his index finger, stood a few steps away from Atsushi Nakajima, and said to himself, "You know what? Different people have different The shape of the soul. The shape of the body depends on the shape of your soul, and the soul gives birth to all kinds of body shapes, which is amazing."

"I have been doing related research, but unfortunately, due to the limitations of the materials, there has been no progress that really interests me until now." Speaking of this, he sighed regretfully.

"But I don't blame those humans. As ugly and small humans, their natural disadvantages cannot be compensated. They have worked hard to survive in the experiment."

Atsushi Nakajima appeared to be listening vigilantly, but he was actually discussing a solution to the current situation with the little robot in his heart.

"Although I don't hold out hope, I still want to ask, are there any props in the mall that are just suitable for taking out now?"

"Yes, but I don't recommend you to buy it."

"……How much?"

"300 million."

"excuse me."

It is my poverty that does not deserve it.

That being said, Atsushi Nakajima actually made a secret decision: Once the worst situation develops, he will make a decisive decision and buy it even if he bears sky-high debts.

"Hmm~" the real man stopped abruptly in the middle of speaking, showing a distressed look, and at a speed that Atsushi Nakajima could not catch with his naked eyes, he came to a place less than a few centimeters in front of him in an instant, bent down slightly, and met his pupils. The tightly erect Atsushi Nakajima stared at each other.

His tone was sticky and unclear, but under the slight dissatisfaction was undisguised malice.

"I said magician, are you listening to me?"

Real people don't seem to need to breathe. At this moment, only Atsushi Nakajima's breath wanders between the two of them. He can really feel the feeling of breathing touching someone.

The sudden killing intent made him freeze for a moment, and the cerebral cortex that had barely calmed down boiled again.

'Atsushi Nakajima' has a strong intuition for danger, like an allergic reaction. The blood in his body flows rapidly, and the vascular network expands to a great extent, which puts too much pressure on the heart. At this moment, he seems to be rolling in a pile of needles. The needle tip pierces the muscle, causing the nerve endings to feel pain that cannot be ignored.

This guy... so fast!

Swallowing continuously in his throat, barely suppressing the feeling of backflow of blood all over his body, Atsushi Nakajima seemed to be divided into two at the moment, screaming for him to leave now as a representative of animal nature, but the other part of his rationality used almost the fastest time in his life Speed ​​to think about countermeasures.

What to do, this guy is definitely not something that Atsushi Nakajima, who is now a mere lv1, can deal with—!

Not to mention the incomplete shadow spell, the character 'Atsushi Nakajima' is originally a character with excellent physical fitness, and it took him only a month to complete the construction, even the gentlest 'Atsushi Nakajima' did not fit him well. More than 25%.

...Give up on the road and directly become Dazai Osamu who can suppress almost all spells in front of the real person?

The brain calculated frantically, and after eliminating one solution after another, it seemed that only this one was feasible.

Nakajima Atsushi forced himself to calm down, but the price of his brain thinking too fast within two seconds seemed to be to make his already beating heart even more violently, and even made his exposed skin show distinct marks of blood vessels. , blood gradually spread to his pupils, and his eyes quickly turned a new red under the gaze of the real person.

The real person was taken aback, put his finger on his chin, straightened up, and looked at him curiously, "You have just become a conjurer, why is the reaction so big, this is the first time I have seen a cowardly conjurer like you Ah, I remembered, there seems to be a school in your magic world saying that, which school are you a first-year student?"

The real person was talking in front of Atsushi Nakajima, but Atsushi Nakajima himself was barely able to stand. He staggered, trying to find his center of gravity, and a large area of ​​overlapping white light appeared in front of him.

...just now!

There were layers of white light in front of him, and different double images appeared from the real person's figure, who was waving his hands in front of him, and the voice that had been overwhelmed by the tinnitus entered the inner ear again.

"Is moxi—moxi—still there, conjurer?"

His voice sounded dissatisfied, as if he was acting out a drama on his own, but the only audience in the audience was stunned openly.

"Should I say you are slow...or timid? You can be stupefied at a time like this." The real person had put away his killing intent and spell power in an 'intimate' way at this time. Logically speaking, Nakajima Atsushi shouldn't be so big. Reaction.

"Forget it. I know that most human beings are like you when they face death and despair. But your reaction is too big, isn't it suitable to be a magician?"

Atsushi Nakajima struggled reluctantly, completely disinterested in listening to the nonsense of the person in front of him.

Just when he wanted to ask for emergency off-court help why "Nakajima Atsushi" still has a debuff that cannot be frightened, the voice of the little robot still has no emotional ups and downs like cool drizzle, cooling his brain that was already on the verge of overheating.

[Unlock character 'Atsushi Nakajima' hidden trait: [Heart Overload]]

[Based on the effect of this trait, the charging time of all spells and items that require charging will be eliminated. 】

[Teleportation (primary) charging time is over, do you want to use it on 'Dazai Osamu' now? 】

Zhenren was a little regretful that the little conjurer on the opposite side didn't say anything. He seemed to be frightened and remained motionless. He didn't say which school he was from.

It would be great if it was the Tokyo Conjuration College. I heard that Gojo Satoru is a teacher there. Next time he can be swollen and released to try in front of Gojo Satoru.

Just when the real person seriously considered how to use the rare conjurer materials, the expression of boredom and regret slowly disappeared on his face at the first moment, and he turned to look at the young man who was still hanging his head in front of him, with a look on his face. It gradually turned into a kind of probing confusion: "Huh?...The speed of the blood has dropped, the frequency of the heartbeat has also decreased, and the blood supply to the brain has stabilized...What do you think of to get out of trouble?"

Not only was he not nervous, but he asked with great interest: "Use it to see?"

He is the hunter, with natural confidence and the most malicious teasing in the face of his prey, like a cat playing with a mouse.

In an environment where he does not perceive any danger, for fun, he is willing to play with his prey, looking forward to the surprises that the prey will show him when he is dying.

Tsk.Hearing the ease of the real person hidden under the excitement, Atsushi Nakajima panted heavily, propping his knees, big drops of sweat ran across the side of his face, he slowly raised his head, no longer the suffocation that the real person just saw look.

"Guess how I feel right now?"

There is no beginning or end, Atsushi Nakajima suddenly said this.

"Huh?" The initiative between the two seemed to be handed over at this moment, but Masato still responded enthusiastically to Atsushi Nakajima's words, thinking that he was guessing from the other party's point of view: "Afraid? Want to live? Want to last until your companions?" Come to save you? Or do you have a good way to escape?"

Atsushi Nakajima shook his head, his breathing was still not calm, his muscles were trembling uncontrollably, he managed to straighten up, but his mood was unprecedentedly relaxed, and he even sighed sincerely: "I was thinking that the words that can be handed down are indeed true. of."

"Ok?"

"that is--"

"Villains always die by talking too much."

What Atsushi Nakajima said was the voice of a teenager who suddenly appeared in the same space, as if complaining:

"Too slow, Dun-jun."