Supernatural powers are intellectual and handicapped, how do I survive

Fyodor did not deliberately lower his voice to talk.

Mikhail, the think tank of the "Seven Betrayers", is an extremely rational existence who can easily play with people's hearts between applause.But he is not a villain in essence, and it is not against him even to describe him with kindness, gentleness, and other good qualities.

Before the start of the power war, the young man was just an ordinary single father who got along well with his friends and neighbors.Raising his young son alone, in a small town somewhere in Siberia, he runs the only tavern in the town to make a living.

No one would deliberately make things difficult for this young and frail shop owner.

No one knows that he is the existence at the top of the pyramid in this world.

The daily life in a remote suburban town is unremarkable, and the pace of life is comfortable and slow.The only peculiarity that can mobilize people's emotions is probably the brown bear that hangs around behind Mikhail's tavern every now and then.

This powerful animal never attacks the local residents. Even though it has a strong body and powerful claws, it is unbelievably well-behaved under the feeding of the store manager.It often chews the specially prepared carrots with a "click click", and when it meets a guest passing by, it will wave in an extremely humane manner.

When Mikhail drove his battered pick-up truck to the city to restock, his young but precocious son would watch the store in his place.When there are guests visiting, the boy will use his immature voice, step on the high stool, and struggle to reach the vodka on the wine rack amidst the good-natured laughter of the visitors.

More often, the boy wrapped in a furry cloak would nest in the snow in the backyard of the tavern next to the brown bear, who was no different from his family, combing its thick hair seriously.

If there is no accident, such an ordinary and warm daily life will continue until Mikhail brings up his only treasure, watching this overly intelligent child successfully enter the university and leave home.After that, no matter whether he wants to stay in the big city and fight hard, or choose to go home and inherit the tavern, this transcendent who hides his abilities and pretends to be an ordinary person will not have any complaints.

This kind of life is like soap bubbles drifting in the wind, exuding a colorful luster under the sunlight, but so fragile that it can be broken easily.

All hopes for the future stop at an indiscriminate supernatural attack.

It was a very ordinary day. When Mikhail, who regularly went to replenish the stock every weekend, returned, he saw a small town that had been engulfed by raging flames.

He staggered and shouted his youngest son's name hoarsely, only to find two scorched black corpses in the ruins of the tavern.

His young son, protected by the brown bear that he raised with his own hands, lost his voice in the inextinguishable supernatural flame.

Mikhail's world collapsed.

After that, there were consecutive blank years, and no one knew when he met Pandora's Actor, who was also a transcendent.Then why did they separate, pretending that they had never met before, joined the ranks of traitors, and made enemies of this world.

The world shrouded in the smoke of war is like a giant chessboard. The chess pieces fight each other for their own interests, and young people are the only chess players.With no one qualified to play against him, the white pieces belonging to the enemy quickly fell apart and lost the qualification to fight again.

He successfully ended the war that took the life of Aiko.

Young people should welcome their own eternal night after all the dust settles.There, the peaceful and warm town still exists, and ordinary dramas are staged day after day.His Fetenka would also nest obediently by the fireplace in the store, holding an academic book that was too esoteric for a child of his age, and softly respond to the jokes of the guests from time to time.

But love and reason are at odds with each other.

Because of Pandora's Actor, Mikhail chose to continue to stay in this world where even breathing made him feel painful.Even if this feeling will never be reciprocated, he is still trying to mend the wound, carefully revealing his sincerity covered with scars.

All of the above is the information that can be detected by the Supernatural Secret Service Division.

They had set the background for Mikhail's identity long before Fyodor went on his first custodian mission.

Using "books", a remote town that has experienced at least five generations has been created out of thin air, and the memories of the people around have been tampered with to rationalize the existence of this small town standing on the wasteland.In a nearby city, the owner of the wholesale wine shop became an acquaintance of Mikhail's shopkeeper.The parents of a young clerk who works in a convenience store both live in a small town for the elderly, and together with her young sister, live a simple life away from the hustle and bustle.

As for the brown bear accompanying the young devil in the script, after a dispute limited to eye contact, the two didn't really catch one to complete the scene.

After all, as early as in the real world, they had visited St. Petersburg during their university vacations.After spending money to experience hard-core projects such as driving tanks and exchanging fire with special forces, the content of buying two buckets of carrots to masturbate bears seems too gentle and does not inspire much motivation.

And today's conversation that should have been unknown to the public, under the careful calculation of the two directors, will be known to the Supernatural Secret Service by an extremely accidental situation.

About a month later, the reclusive coffee shop owner will fight Verlaine who came to Yokohama. The trigger is naturally Chuya Nakahara, who was empathized by Mikhail who "lost his beloved son".

After the battle, the Poirot Café, which was the battlefield, would be in a mess and had to be closed for half a month for renovation.At that time, the secret service officer who will monitor the owner of the coffee shop as an employee will secretly bring back some pieces of the ruins and hand them over to the superior.

After that, Ango Sakaguchi needs to shine.

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Neither Shuji Tsushima nor Fyodor has developed the habit of smoking, and even the person with the administrator account has not added this setting.

But the atmosphere of the scene at the moment is in place. After hanging up the phone, Mikhail, who barely lifted his spirits, showed a fragile look, which is very suitable for a cigarette.While swallowing clouds and mist, he covered up his melancholy feelings, and under the moonlight, he once again stuffed his scarred heart back into his chest.

Sighing, Fyodor took out a never-opened cigarette case from the bedside table with great dedication.The faint light of the lighter flickered in the empty room, and the pungent smell of nicotine spread.

He just sniffed lightly and didn't really take a sip.

The young man clicked on the private chat panel, and used the lingering smoke to cover up his extremely subtle expression changes.

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

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: Fei Jia, have you met Verlaine before?

The kind Russian rice ball: I met once during the war, and the ability is a bit troublesome

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: Is it difficult for groups of demons to fight?

Well-intentioned Russian rice balls: no

Kind Russian rice balls: Asagiri did not write [Eye dead.jpg]

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: ah

……

Shuji Tsushima closed the chat interface, sat cross-legged on the boss chair, leaning against the back of the leather chair, humming an unknown tune that was out of tune, and slowly turning in circles.

The night couldn't hinder his sight. Even in an environment where he couldn't see his fingers without any light source, the administrator account could be adjusted to the night mode without affecting his actions at all.

Ango can detect information only on the side where Fyodor is, and it will not affect Pandora's Actor as far away as Europe.After hanging up the phone, he lost the need to act, and he was free to act according to his own preferences.

As for Osamu Dazai on the main body account, because he was seriously injured and afraid of pain, Shuji Tsushima chose to hang up while the anesthetic power had not faded.After stealing a bottle of sleeping pills, I fell asleep in the infirmary and waited for two days to recover before reconnecting.

Even after suffering Mr. Sen, he still has to worry about this careless suicidal maniac.

The young man lifted the mask obliquely, exposing only the mouth and nose, opened the drawer full of cans, and continued to chew the crab meat produced by his company with relish.

He wasn't worried about Fyodor's safety, after all, he was one of the only remaining administrators in the world, possessing half the power of "book".Even if his physical skills were in a mess, he couldn't be easily solved by Verlaine.

The problem is that they cannot know the full picture of the opponent's abilities.

Even administrators can't get past the real "God".

Just like in the original work, what the devil's abilities are is one of the author's longest-selling questions.The ability of Fyodor's body is only similar in form to the known activation effect of [Crime and Punishment], satisfying the effect of instant death.Even the dubious avatar effect was created by disguising the administrator account.

The only real setting is stored in the mind of the "god", and what can be displayed in front of them is only a virtual image seen through layers of hazy tulle.No matter how one speculates, that line of information will always be blank until all conclusions are made.

In the same way, Verlaine, who has no official information, even Fyodor's administrator account [Punishment], cannot know what the other party's supernatural power is.

"Next... it's almost time to see Oda Saku."

Shuji Tsushima threw away the empty can shell, crossed his fingers, his face covered by the mask was invaded by solemnity, and let the pouring soup splash a stack of extremely important documents on the table.

He silently watched the viscous liquid spread, smearing the neatly printed fonts, and the ink stains on the paper.Afterwards, he slowly turned the roulette, reversing time, and restoring everything to the original state.

The brim of the hat was straightened, and the military jacket with only one sleeve was smoothed out. Shuji Tsushima cleared his throat and sang in Pandora's Actor's unique accent: "I really want to tell him that I have perfectly inherited Oda Saku He has become a top-notch killer!"

A moment of silence.

Shuji Tsushima: "..."

The young man squatted down slowly, covered his face and curled up into a ball, and let out a breath of foul air trembling.

No matter how exaggerated his movements were, he couldn't relieve his inner tension.

Shuji Tsushima whimpered, and it was rare to switch back to his normal voice, "I practiced really hard, and now I can fight against Gide...what, as Dazai Osamu, I can't say it at all."

A system prompt sounded, and in the chat list, a red +1 symbol appeared next to the name of the unique object.

He drove away feebly, and fell to the ground.

[Private chat with "Kindly Russian Rice Ball"]

Well-intentioned Russian rice ball: Da Benming has already washed his hands in the golden basin, and he will not be happy

Humanoid self-propelled bandage essence: 噫

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: Fei Jia, why are you peeking at my mind again, get out!

Shuji Tsushima curled his lips in disgust, feeling for the first time that his lover understands his troubles too well, and he can even accurately judge when he will be entangled.

He turned over on the spot, the flat mask firmly pressed against the ground, his whole body collapsed into a ball like a cat, and let out a strange cry of "Aw", venting his depressed emotions.

It's decided, when Osamu Dazai's account is online, I'll go to Mr. Mori to have fun.