Supernatural powers are intellectual and handicapped, how do I survive

Outside the window, cicadas are singing loudly.

The air conditioner is blowing out cold air, keeping the room temperature at a reasonable level. It is a good environment for covering your head with a quilt, closing your eyes and falling asleep.

Fyodor was lying on the side of the big bed, not feeling sleepy at all.

He resisted the drowsiness, half-opened his eyes, and waited for his sight to focus. At the end of his vision, white chacha blurred together, showing the monotonous appearance of the hotel ceiling.

It's like every afternoon when you fall asleep on the weekend, the sun is shining through the gaps in the curtains with small tunes, the buzzing of insects and birds on the branches, the low roar of street engines, and the crisp and short voices of people on the road, all of which are intertwined in the air , poured into Fyodor's eardrum.

What followed was a warm touch in his arm that made him yearn for it.

He turned his head and met a pair of opal-like magnificent eyes.

Shuji Tsushima was observing him openly.

The moment the four eyes met, the confusion and confusion in the eyes of the young man receded, he blinked his eyelids several times on purpose, and the corner of his mouth was filled with a heartfelt smile. The curly hair is rubbing and rubbing.

Without any words, Fyodor can feel the joy of the other party only by relying on these ordinary body language.

No matter how unbearable the pain of the soul being torn apart before, as if being thrown into a drum washing machine and rolling back and forth, the body and brain were so confused that they were suffocated, even like a balloon that had been devastated by the pressure of [-]-meter-deep sea water. After a catastrophe, he was forced to break out in cold sweat.Now, those pains have receded, and Piao Miao's soul in the low-dimensional world has finally returned to its original body, resting in the original body, and repaired one by one with many injuries.

Successful.

Their crazy plan to pack up the server and take it away to upgrade the dimension has succeeded.

However, the best atmosphere quickly disappeared.

Shuji Tsushima really wanted to vent his feelings with a loud kiss, that's right, his whole body was full of eagerness to move, and by the way, he tried to get the famous "Spalasi" emoticon again by making someone's mouth full of saliva.However, the reality was too skinny, and before he had time to take action, his uncontrollable facial expression suddenly became stiff, distorted until his eyes and eyebrows were wrinkled, and he twitched from time to time.

As a last resort, Shuji Tsushima could only sit up quickly, exposing his bare skin to the air.

"Ah, chirp, chirp, chirp—!!"

Then he sneezed earth-shatteringly, the sound was long and long, and he made a few strange turns during the period.

Fyodor: "..."

Well, he shouldn't have expected anything from this man.

Shuji Tsushima was really aggrieved by this sneeze, and even the corners of his eyes were filled with rational tears.He grinned dissatisfiedly, with his messy curly hair on his head, sniffed his nose, folded his arms on his chest and rubbed his goosebumps back and forth, and complained in a muffled voice, "Ugh...the air conditioner is too high , so cold."

Fyodor pulled the quilt and handed over a corner, "You can choose to crawl back, or you can wear clothes."

"Actually, you can turn off the air conditioner." Shuji Tsushima pretended to be deep.

Even though he habitually choked, his movements were still very nimble. He curled up his neck and crawled back, grinning and clinging to the fair-skinned partner, pressing his cold hand against his waist.

Fyodor didn't answer, except that he was jittery at first, and soon got used to it.He was in a stable mood, lying flat on the bed, patting someone's head perfunctorily with one hand to coax a child, his eyes were dark, and the moment his thoughts moved slightly, his retina immediately reflected products that should not exist in this world.

That's his character panel.

Excluding the numerically displayed body data, the very important ability column in the panel, the funny [wisdom and disability] has become [crime and punishment], and the subsequent affixes are also a row of question marks, obviously even the panel itself The details of this ability are unknown.

This point is the same as the current progress of the original work, and there is no longer a seemingly reasonable answer.

【Crime and Punishment】The font is grayed out, indicating that the current ability is not available. What makes Fyodor more concerned is the column of natural ability immediately after the ability.

【Demons】

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, with a strange arc, which made the face that seemed to be indifferent on weekdays flash a strange expression.Immediately afterwards, Fyodor raised his free hand in front of his eyes, and was bitten until the end of his uneven nail cracked without warning, but the pain did not follow.

A small piece of torn nail turned into a small white bat, dancing in front of his eyes with his mind.

"Wow, you're all bored, you can't make do with your underwear if you don't wear a shirt, and you can open it when you come up, what's the matter?"

Shuji Tsushima, who was watching this scene, muttered, and blamed Fyodor for not caring about his body without any trouble, completely ignoring that he was the least qualified person to say such a thing.

After outputting a bang bang, he continued to press on his lover's arm, summoned the character panel in a similar manner, and installed [Retrograde].Kakaka fiddled with the silver-white roulette back and forth for a long time, opening and closing non-stop in a childish way, and finally the eyes were shining brightly, and flopped like a stranded fish.

"Look at my shield! It's much more exquisite than the cosplay props sold online, and it perfectly retains the time-stop function!" Shuji Tsushima howled with a look of embarrassment, "It's a pity that my height cosplay is not available for Akatsuki Homura. Being tall is also a sin, tsk tsk."

Fyodor: "It's really boring to discuss such stupid things with you."

Maybe it's all the dust settled, even he, who is always reserved for the last layer of face and refuses to let go like his lover, his brain has been empty for a long time after this.It's like unplugging a pool full of complicated emotions, no matter good or bad, all of them are vented out in a rush, leaving behind a sense of nothingness to do besides briskness.

Referred to as retirement syndrome.

Take the entire server to upgrade the dimension, the risk is directly proportional to the benefit.

The upgraded server is also the earth, and it is also in the solar system, but its relationship with the present world is no longer the upper and lower levels, but an existence similar to parallel universes.

The only ones who can pass through this door are him and Shuji Tsushima.

If there is no accident, the two will also be the only "persons with different abilities" in this world.

There was only the hum of the air conditioner in the room, and the coolness pervaded the room. The only thing that could make Fyodor feel warm was the skin contact between the two of them.Shuji Tsushima retracted the roulette, and he let out a long sigh, his sleepy curly hair swaying with his slight nod.

He stared at the face that should have made his teeth itch under normal development for a long time, and said, "It seems that we will have to torture each other for a long time in the future."

Fyodor chuckled and kissed his pale lips.

"Well, please teach me more."

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The end of the doomsday, so close to a trance is just everyone's illusion.

Perhaps in the future, someone will discover the clues and claim that the universe they live in has changed, and the earth has passed through.But after all, this matter will not cause too many waves, and it will be passed down as crazy or unsolved mysteries.

But now, no one pays attention to these.

The reappeared Ever Dark Isle sank, so fast that there was no time for anyone to react.The earth burst open, crying out in dying struggles, and sank together with the rolling magma, falling to the depths of the seabed.

The buildings on the island were not strong enough to resist the catastrophe. In the end, thousands of islanders with abnormal vital signs stood silently among the ruins, their pupils staring at the towering castle in the distance.At their feet were the corpses of their dead companions, but no one was mourning at this moment, and everyone was calmly waiting for the doomed end.

Dominate and rule their lives, lives, and beliefs.They are not real human beings and they have no complaints or regrets.

The vision finally dissipated.

For a moment, the world was so silent that it seemed as if the pause button had been pressed, and the sound of the roaring waves would soon be broken again.It is like an insatiable monster, after devouring the entire Everdark Isle, it doesn't even burp frequently.But the bats flying all over the sky have completely disappeared. This area shrouded in eternal night has ushered in the first ray of sky, which is dazzling, but it represents a new life.

As more brilliance fell, the haze that occupied the sky finally escaped and disappeared without a trace.At the same time, the long-sounding siren in the warship stopped, and the red warning signs on the full screen returned to normal, which meant that they could no longer detect the fluctuation of the "shell".

"ended……?"

I don't know who made the sound first, but finally there was a heavy panting sound from the quiet control room.But they didn't dare to rest assured too early, for fear that this would be nothing but joy.

Ango Sakaguchi didn't have so many worries, he sat in front of the console and wiped his nose through his glasses to relieve his beating heart.

Even though he knew that everything was just a play, the last interlocking crisis of all mankind still made him break out in a cold sweat, and he wished he could rush to Osamu Dazai immediately and smash him into the ground with a hammer.

It's so noisy.

He bit his parched lips, and announced with a choked voice, "The power will disappear on purpose, the reaction of all the powers in the area will disappear, and the crisis will be resolved!"

Everyone present knew that this sentence also heralded the death of the young man who stayed on the island.

With his last strength, he detected Pandora's Actor's scheme, rescued all the companions staying on the island, and gave the last order to the out-of-control group of demons.

Except for the damaged hull, the disaster left no trace on the sea.

Sigma was in a trance, and dragged his exhausted steps to the side of the ship. He clutched the railing tightly with both hands, his face was extremely pale, his gray-black eyes didn't know where to look, and he murmured, "But they're gone."

He once thought he had everything, but now, the existences that are regarded as family members have left him one after another.

He knew that he had to pull himself together, but the sense of confusion of not knowing what to do in the future filled his heart first.

"Mr. Sigma—"

The call full of childish deliberate prolongation interrupted the young man's thoughts.

Sigma was taken aback immediately, trying to force himself to return to his usual working state, so as to face Mr. Ranpo, who is the backbone of the detective agency.But his efforts were all in vain, and he couldn't hide his empty and blank expression at all. In the end, he could only smile bitterly, forcing himself to swallow the astringent feeling in his throat.

"Mr. Ranpo...and the president?" He struggled to respond with the corners of his mouth.

Those who greeted Sigma were Ranpo Edogawa, who was smiling on the opposite side of his expression, and President Fukuzawa, who had a serious face.

The childish famous detective is just like usual, he doesn't care about anything except snacks and snacks, his smile is innocent and cruel, but there is no haze.

He patted this well-mannered and conscientious colleague on the shoulder, as if he couldn't read the air at all, he comforted the fire with a playful tone, "Well~ don't worry too much, these are all arranged, you See what that is?"

Sigma's clenched fists tightened and loosened. He didn't dare to have any expectations at all, for fear that he would not be able to bear the blow if he failed, so he could only carefully follow the direction of Edogawa Ranbu and look towards the sea level in the distance.

There was something indistinct, flashing and reflecting light, it was so dazzling that it burned his irises.

He remembered, the president's superpower is──

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Fyodor is drifting on the sea.

The difference is that the drifter in the story often rides on a raft, and the crystal coffin under his feet is obviously not suitable.Apart from the good airtightness, which allowed it to float on the water with people and the coffin, the coffin didn't have any self-awareness as a boat.

After all, inside the "cabin", there is still a handsome young man lying dead.

The two didn't dare to stay in the hotel for too long, even the idea of ​​taking advantage of the good atmosphere to warm up was dismissed.After the server dimension is upgraded, the time flow of the world on both sides is synchronized, and if they continue to dawdle, they have to work hard to go upstream from the seabed thousands of meters deep.

Fortunately, no one is indiscriminate.

Fyodor didn't care whether he was wet or not, and this embarrassment was more or less reflected at the end of the play.He is just an infatuated person who gambled his life to succeed at the last moment, just like in the original novel, Osamu Dazai set up a plan to save Kyoka Izumi.

In other words, he passed the entrance examination.

No matter whether the supernatural power of the president is really useful or not, his performance of "Demons" can only be controlled under the control of the president of the detective agency. At that time, even if the various forces have their mouths, there is nothing they can do about him.

Fyodor witnessed the distant warship turning around, and it might take a long time to get here. He didn't need to act for the time being, so he knocked on the cover of the crystal coffin, "Can you come out?"

"Hey..." The person in the coffin shook his head and let out a weak moaning sound.

"Regret to toss your body like this?"

"I should wear a wedding dress, and the black one is fine." After Shuji Tsushima made a strange sound of "Hey!", he simply continued to lie flat, with an expression that looked like he had failed to grin his teeth and pretended to be calm, but ended up again The twist of failure.

For the so-called aesthetics, that is, the scene of Pandora's Actor collapsing next to the coffin is more in line with his own aesthetics, he chose to let the script master lie naked in the coffin covered with flowers.Not to mention the chains on the limbs, those jingling little decorations are not missing.

Fun is fun, but it really made him appear in front of acquaintances with a bunch of exquisite jewelry... It can only be said that he is still unable to calmly accept the fact of a large-scale social death.

I knew it would be good to leave a bandage...

Shuji Tsushima pretended to be dead with his eyes closed. After breaking the chain, he tried to shrink deeper among the many yellow roses, "It feels chilly, and to be honest, it's a bit chilly. Can the demons use me?"

Fyodor smiled half-smile, and flatly refused: "No."

"Then I think I can lie down for a while. It's quite comfortable, and the airtightness is good."

"..."

Seeing that Shuji Tsushima was acting recklessly, with the attitude of a dead pig not afraid of boiling water, Fyodor chose to stand aside, levitating with two bats on his feet, he couldn't help but lift the coffin board, and dragged him out.

He unbuttoned his cloak and slapped a bandaged man pretending to be dead.

"Put it on."

"Be gentle, please!"

"The boat is almost here, you can start crying."

"I can't cry, Mr. Tosi!"

"Isn't it a pity that the final scene that I was thinking about didn't happen?"

"Don't mention it! The number is gone, I am wronged to death..."

Shuji Tsushima said he was wronged, but he was really wronged in his heart, his mouth was so pouted that he could hang a soy sauce bottle.

After the plan is successful, the so-called administrator account is completely integrated with the ontology, and is no longer a separate entity.To put it simply, the game player sitting in front of the computer has the ability of the game character, and the virtual character in the game has the official permission to open the plug-in.

The price was that the administrator accounts of the two were cancelled.

The love and hatred of the four people, now only two are left.

"No, the more I think about it, the worse it gets. How can I not act in the sublimation theme segment!"

Shuji Tsushima took Fyodor's cloak, wrapped himself tightly, and then curled up with his back molars grinding, like a victim at the scene of a disaster who was taken care of by the police to wear a small blanket.

Fyodor stared at him for a long time, and finally laughed: "Then act."

After further mastering the power of the source, not to mention powerful supernatural power users, they can make a pair of temporarily patched Toolman numbers, set their appearances to look like Pandora and Mikhail, and throw them away when they are used up.

After the catastrophe, the two protagonists were frightened, and it was not convenient to talk to others, which was a good excuse for them to shift their focus to the underwater theater.

After all, there will be no chance in the future.

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According to the script, Osamu Dazai was rescued by his lover in distress, the island sank, the coffin as the core was out of place, and the singularity of disqualification in the world was naturally released.Having experienced countless hardships, he was finally able to cast off all the shackles that bound him.

Knowing that Mikhail and Pandora were dead, the innocent and simple youth finally couldn't restrain himself, and threw himself into his lover's arms and cried until he was out of breath.This cry directly vented all the grievances and pains of hundreds of reincarnations in the past. For the first time in countless years, the sun fell on him, and the warmth was like an illusion.

The young man didn't dare to open his eyes, for fear that everything he had now was the magic of the fairy godmother, and would leave him until the zero o'clock struck.

Fate finally favored him.

At the same time, Pandora's Actor, who sank to the bottom of the sea along with the island, was dragging his exhausted body, limping in the almost ruined castle, walking alone to the castle owner's throne.

The original power has almost been transferred, and the part left in his body is only enough for the dilapidated body to survive for a period of time.The enchantment engraved on the outside of the castle barely maintained its function, and while the town below her feet was swallowed up by sea water, Pandora was still able to breathe some residual air.

Every movement of his will involve the wound, the blood is bubbling out, dyeing the military uniform with a deeper color, and the piercing pain covers him all the time, but Pandora... No, Osamu Dazai doesn't care at all.

He could feel that the child whom he regarded as his successor was crying sadly, and finally fell into a deep sleep under the comfort of his lover.The fingers of the two were tightly intertwined, and even though they had been properly placed on the warship, they did not intend to separate at all.

Melles has already transferred all rights to the other party, and with this big Buddha as the backing, few people in the world would dare to touch that child.The tomahawk and other things are handed over to another person. With the same brain as Fyodor, he will not worry about the future.

This is the best ending Dazai Osamu can think of.

"Did you do it... that's great." He looked disappointed, his pupils dilated at an extremely slow speed, "In this way, I can rest assured to see you."

The world was pitch black, and the castle had long sunk to a depth where the light could not descend. I don't know how long the barrier that was struggling to maintain could last, but it still stubbornly formed a film of water to protect the last weak life in the castle.

The young man tilted his head back on the seat, his eyes were empty, and he quietly waited for the last trace of body temperature to be lost.

Looking back on this life, Osamu Dazai really can't find anything worthy of nostalgia.

What is the meaning of living? He once thought he had found it, but in fact it was the worst joke that God played on him.

When he was young, he wandered like a wild dog, stumbling and wandering on the boundary between life and death, just to find an answer.When he came back to his senses, he stared at the empty palm, trying to see clearly what he was grasping in the face of death, but he only saw the warm blood in his hand, and there was still nothing there, nothing there.

He went to the light with his friend's last wish, and since then he has kept the mask of laughing and wandering firmly on his face, no matter how ugly his heart is crying, he still has to pretend to be doing nothing.

He couldn't integrate into the new place of residence, which was suitable, but he couldn't find what he really wanted.Fortunately, his colleagues are all good people, and they won't intervene in his heart. Although the days are empty, they are generally at ease.

Until he fought against the devil again.

Osamu Dazai never thought about the impossible assumption that if two people had the same standpoint, they would only hate each other if they were of the same kind.

This was verified when Shibusawa Tatsuhiko came to Yokohama.

After thinking about it, they always used the most false tone, and they clashed again and again, and it was impossible to say who would win and who would lose in a short time.But in the long run, it seems that he who likes to use his own safety as a bargaining chip has the upper hand.

Osamu Dazai died once in the skeletal village, and the devil watched him being stabbed with his own eyes, with a playful look on his face.He won that time, but not long after, the next time the two met in the dark alley, the devil discovered that he likes to bet on himself, and after the shot, he seemed a little bit dispirited.On the contrary, the dust of the incident had settled, and another meeting in the coffee shop made his mood fluctuate even more.

At that time, Osamu Dazai still didn't think about the possibility that the two would no longer confront each other.

Until they both entered the prison, playing chess leisurely under the surveillance of the prison guards.

There is no need to mention what happened after that.

Osamu Dazai's world was torn apart, and a beam of light that was not polite, not even warm, forcibly fell into his tightly locked heart.

He has disliked, hesitated, and avoided, and finally sees his heart clearly, and decides to take the initiative this time.

Isn't this strange feeling what he was looking for but couldn't get it?Obviously in such a close place, within reach, you don't even need to force yourself, as long as you hold a cold hand, you can get everything.

But he didn't catch it.

Can't hold on anymore.

Compared with the boring past, the second half of Dazai Osamu's life can be described as wonderful.

He knew that he was crazy, completely crazy, but on rare nights when he was sane, he hugged his knees in an extremely insecure posture, immersed in endless darkness, and kept questioning himself, asking if it was all worth it?

Dazai didn't know either.

He looks forward to death more than anyone else, but lives longer than anyone else.When he comes back to his senses, he will also be surprised that he has come to where he is today, how ridiculous and sad.

Fortunately, everything is coming to an end.

Dazai closed his eyes.

He heard the sound of fabric rubbing, and someone stopped in front of him with clear and hesitant steps.

"..."

"You are here."

Osamu Dazai raised his eyelids, and responded weakly.

Don't think about it, it will only be Mikhail who is still in the castle at this time.He didn't have much emotion towards the substitute, especially when he was fully awake, he just thought he was in a daze.After Fyodor usurped the origin, he should have passed away, but for some reason, he still lingers on until now.

But that's fine too.

"The origin has completely shifted. Today, you and I are nothing more than ordinary people." Osamu Dazai whispered, unwilling to look at the other person's expression, he just moved his lips up and down feebly, "Do whatever you want."

"In the end, it will let you untie your obsession, and it's not too bad."

Mikhail is the perfect phantom he created, a forced pile of emotions, he was deeply intoxicated, and then sober at the last moment, discarding it like nothing.

At least at the end of life, if he can be satisfied, he will be satisfied, and it is not considered a bleak walk.

Unexpectedly, Mikhail did not move.

He just stood in front of Osamu Dazai, bent slightly, his warm breath scattered on the young man's face, but he did not take any revenge.

Hatred, anger, and extreme twisted love, Osamu Dazai thought about all the possibilities, but he never thought that the person standing in front of him was not Mikhail at all.

"I forget a lot."

He heard the man speak, his voice was as low and melodious as a cello, as if there was endless sadness flowing.

"For a long time, my consciousness has been dizzy, like living in a sealed jar, I am inside, and you are outside."

"I don't remember a lot of things. Those pictures are too blurry, so blurry that I can't see the content clearly... But I know you are crying, very sad."

His cold fingertips stroked Dazai Osamu's trembling eyelashes, and then across his face, his movements were gentle, as if he was facing a priceless treasure that was lost and recovered.

Osamu Dazai was also aware of it.

At that moment, every cell in his body was clamoring for exhaustion, but the center was still reluctant to give the farewell command.Osamu Dazai forced his blurred eyes to open, even though he was unable to see clearly because of the tears that filled him, he still tried his best to try to firmly engrave that person's face deep in his soul.

"so?"

He tremblingly opened his mouth, his voice choked with sobs, and a short sentence was full of expectations that he hadn't even noticed.

"Mikhail" hugged him.

He couldn't wait to trace the eyebrows and eyes of the person in his arms, and kissed softly, "There is one exception... I always owe you an answer."

"..."

"Will you die in love with me?"

"..."

Osamu Dazai finally saw it.

It's that person.

No longer a phantom lingering in dreams, he is standing here with a smile that is so tender that it makes people cry.

He also burst into tears.

"Okay."

……

The precarious barrier persisted until the end of its life, but was defeated by the increasing water pressure and burst apart.Seawater poured in from all directions, mercilessly encroaching on the last living space of the castle.

But there was no one there.

At the same time, in the distant time and space, time re-flowed after forcibly slowing down.The young man who jumped down from the Tokyo Tower smiled peacefully, opened his arms, and rushed to the person he loved deeply.

Can no longer be separated.