Supernatural powers are intellectual and handicapped, how do I survive

Fyodor manipulated the gm account, cut the map and came to the top office amidst the noisy sirens around him.

In order to let Mikhail, the owner of the coffee shop, take the blame, the killer deliberately chose his behavior of changing his appearance, but completely blocked his escape route.

No one would know that he had infiltrated into the Melles branch, and naturally no one would know that this man who was one of the most powerful assassins fell into the hands of a young man so easily.

Only Poirot's clerk would regard him as a customer who skipped the order to eat the Overlord's meal, and complained to the store manager in his spare time.Other than that, there are no traces left.

The dazzling light outside the window faded, and people on the street panicked because of this sudden change. Car sirens rang incessantly, mixed with a few piercing screams, and there was chaos.They looked worried and looked towards the huge rising mushroom cloud.

Even though the residents of Yokohama City have long been accustomed to the daily life of gunfire, with such a huge momentum, explosions that burn to the sky are extremely rare.

Fyodor removed the stains on the bartender's uniform, simply erasing a string of data, completely avoiding the trouble of cleaning.If someone who has a little understanding of supernatural powers sees this scene, they will generally think that it is some kind of useless supernatural power that has nothing to do with cleaning and has no attack power.

It is very convenient for cleaning.

The biggest convenience of the administrator account is that he will not be subject to various restrictions in the game, completely out of the framework of the world.Except for some specific abilities, the permissions it possesses, at first glance, seem to be a plurality of people with different abilities.

Desperately many.

With the same face, the two who at first glance look like brothers have no communication in the office.

After all, the relationship between the two is just a dual account, and the operator behind it is the same person, and there are very few situations where you need to ask yourself a question.

The one who was a little bigger took the half-face mask that belonged to him, put it back on his face, and activated the data extraction ability.After adjusting to a certain range, Fyodor turned his gaze to the twitching killer on the carpet, precisely detecting the physical condition of the subject.

Everything in the brain is normal, there is no abnormality in the chromosomes, and no unknown virus has been detected... Even if the data is retrieved using the administrator account, the only conclusion is that there is nothing wrong with the other party, let alone sent to the hospital for brain CT examination up.

It is impossible for a completely normal and healthy person to find out the so-called cause of the disease.

The only exception is the debuff that hangs brightly above the character's head, only the administrator can see it.

——[The gaze from the abyss (permanent)

I lost my mind, the bridge connecting with the world collapsed, and my soul fell into the endless abyss.Only the redemption of death can free you from the prison of ego. 】

Fyodor remained silent, his eyes slightly closed, staring thoughtfully at this analysis that was too strong in the middle school.

There is always an illusion that I want to become an ancient god.

On the other side, after receiving the video, Shuji Tsushima, who guessed what he was doing at the moment, was frantically sending the window shaking, showing his presence all the time.

Whether it is mental and handicapped or human dementia, the two have had little chance to use it over the years.The principle of supernatural powers can only be understood through the system's oversimplified notes, and deeper research requires a large number of experimental samples.

At the moment when the dementia in the world is at full level, only Fyodor is left with the conditions to continue.

[Privately chatting with the "humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit"]

Humanoid self-propelled bandage essence: Hurry up, let me see!

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: What is Fei Jia's mental retardation like?

Kind Russian rice ball: here, the little mentally retarded you want [attachment.zip]

Fyodor silently packed the information and sent it to a bandage spirit who was struggling in the ruins while not forgetting to eat melons. After that, he took his player account offline and focused all his attention on the administrator.

He familiarly logged into the backstage to manipulate the data flow, peeling off the supernatural powers possessed by the fallen killer, and gradually gathered into a halo without entity in his palm.

This group of weak light is the predecessor of the supernatural weapon.

[Private chat with "Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit"]

Human-shaped self-propelled bandage spirit: Hiss... the mental and handicapped are so terrifying

Well-meaning Russian rice ball: I have never had a chance to experiment before, but I just found out that this ability is very interesting today.

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: This kind of debuff that can't be removed no matter what, the lethality is much stronger than my poisonous mushroom

Kind Russian Rice Balls: Correct Answer

Good-hearted Russian rice ball: What kind of strange chemical reaction will happen when this level of ability is used against Lovecraft.

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: The one in the combination...

Humanoid self-propelled bandage essence: It's best not to, I know Fei Jia has the ability to protect himself, but to be on the safe side, it's better not to involve too much in the restraint system.

Well-meaning Russian rice ball: Well, I won't act rashly on something that even Shuji would feel a headache about.

Kind Russian Rice Balls: Don’t worry

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: Hmm...but then again, Fei Jia, you are a veritable abyss.

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: When I stare into the abyss, the abyss puts me to sleep

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: Don't you think it's super scary? !

Kind Russian Rice Balls:  …

Well-meaning Russian rice balls: you obviously enjoyed it :)

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In the scorched black ruins, a young man with messy curly hair and tightly wrapped in bandages was in pain breaking the burnt blisters on his arms.

It had nothing to do with the explosion, the scar was purely branded by him deliberately with a piece of scrap iron that was still warm in order to create the illusion of injury.

Shuji Tsushima removed a section of the bandage from his calf, and without any disinfection measures, he casually wrapped the old bandage with fine gravel on the wound.

"If this continues, the Supernatural Secret Service Division will be here soon." He muttered to himself, kicking away the scorched body that hindered his progress, "Well, we can't let them find out."

The magic circle charged before the explosion was too recognizable, and the officials would not treat this incident as an ordinary terrorist attack. I am afraid that at the beginning, the Supernatural Secret Service Division will be involved.

Osamu Dazai, who was found to be abnormal at that time, was caught working in a government agency, and worked with Ango or Hound as a colleague, would not be funny.

"Forget it, that's fine." Tsujima Shuji said with a relaxed expression, using his tidy T-shirt as a rag to wipe off the dirt on his face.

The current distressed appearance is indeed exactly the same as the orphans struggling to survive in Minmin Street.

Magic and abilities, in the final analysis, are two completely different energy systems.The explosion formed by magic power cannot be judged by common sense, let alone the explosion magic released by Shuji Tsushima this time, its origin is funny.

It's funny, the existence that cannot be judged by convention in Two-dimensional, which makes its power even more fascinating.

The player account of Dazai Osamu is, after all, involved in the foundation of this world.Long before he had to come out to maintain the plot, Shuji Tsushima used his administrative authority to add a lot of protection to the account.

Such as [100% being stroked by the human body in the rain of bullets], [suicide will always be interrupted] and other necessary items to maintain the character design.In addition, there is [immunity to all non-power system ability attacks] to prevent yourself from being accidentally injured by Fyodor who brought back various specialties from other servers.

After all, similar disasters have not happened before.

That's why he survived the explosion unscathed.

The massive explosion that shook Yokohama actually caused much less damage than everyone expected.

Only a few people in that small room, including Osamu Dazai, were framed by the magic as targets.Surrounding buildings were indeed damaged by the blast, but miraculously, no innocent people were killed.

Even because of some unwritten theorems of Funny Fan, the few people in the very center of the explosion were able to leave the whole body, only covered with a layer of ash.

Shuji Tsushima struggled to get out of the ruins, mixed into the bustling crowd, and walked in a certain direction with a clear purpose.

Not far ahead, there is a river that runs through the slums, which is the perfect place for him to dive into the water and commit suicide.

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It was an extremely hidden alley, close to the slums, and it was difficult to distinguish which area it belonged to.Several low-rise houses with a sense of age are tightly packed together, making it difficult for sunlight to fall into the narrow gaps between them.

The drenched boy sneezed, covered his left arm that was bleeding continuously, and moved heavily into a dilapidated house full of sundries.

His nose fluttered slightly, as if he hated the smell of disinfectant in the air, he squeezed open the door of the innermost room, and said in a sleepy tone, "Doctor—is there any cephalosporin here?"

The boy curled his lips, facing the blond girl's scrutinizing eyes, and hummed in a nasal voice.

"I have a terrible cold."

The long-haired doctor frowned slightly, and he didn't look old in his early thirties.After clean-shaven, with the white coat that shows his identity as a doctor, at first glance he looks like a young man who has just finished graduate school.

Noticing that the boy was in poor physical and mental condition, Mori Ogai paused his eyes on the other's injured arm, and said hesitantly: "Yes, but there is... But if you have a cold, you don't need to take this medicine."

Although the smell was mostly covered by the salty river water all over his body, as an underground doctor who worked as a part-time intelligence dealer, Mori Ogai was keenly aware of the heavy alcohol smell on the other party.

I'm afraid the kid didn't do it on purpose.

Shuji Tsushima's next behavior confirmed his guess.

The boy frowned, and hiccupped in front of him, the blush on his face couldn't go away for a long time, "Hey... I obviously came here after drinking, can't I?"

Children in the slums lack the supervision of adults, not to mention drinking, and more often than not, they join the non-ferrous industry at a young age in order to survive.

Mori Ogai didn't meddle enough to teach him something, not to mention that it doesn't make sense to face a drunk.

He dismissed it as if coaxing a child, "I can give you common cold medicine."

The boy didn't entangle too much, he just tried to keep his eyes open. Drunkness hit him, and it was gradually difficult for him to even stand still.

The sound of hurried footsteps sounded in the corridor behind him, and the closed door was suddenly pushed open. Shuji Tsushima, who was standing in front of the door, was knocked into the pile of debris beside him. break in.

"Doctor!! Save him quickly! My companion was affected by the previous explosion!"

The bright red blood continued to flow, and a steel bar pierced through the man's chest, narrowly avoiding important organs.Even so, the excessive blood loss caused him to be unconscious before his arrival, and it is unknown whether he can survive.

"Bring it to the consulting room."

Time was running out, and Mori Ogai had no time to pay attention to another teenager who was completely drunk and suspected to have fallen asleep, and motioned for the man to send the patient to the operating table immediately.

Only the girl in a red dress was left in the room, and Shuji Tsushima, who was groaning in pain when he bumped into a wound among the debris.

The young man struggled to get up while leaning on the wall, and the double vision gradually locked on a certain glass bottle on the medicine cabinet beside him.

He wobbled and stood still in front of the shelf, took down the medicine bottle amidst Alice's tantrum-like questioning, and suffocated the medicine for injection in one gulp.

……

This is what Mori Ou saw when he came out.

The drunken boy fell to the ground half dead, his face was frighteningly pale, and cold sweat spread all over his forehead.He has completely lost consciousness, only a rapid pulse confirms that he is still alive.

The drawing book was discarded in the corner of the house, and Alice, who had been sitting there entertaining herself, was nowhere to be seen.

He noticed an empty glass medicine bottle rolled down under the office chair. After Mori Ogai picked it up and saw the label on the medicine bottle, his breath suddenly stagnated.

The content of the label is cephradine.

There is no doubt that the whole bottle of medicinal liquid was completely drunk by this young man who had drunk so much alcohol to kill him before he came.