[Comprehensive manga tutor] You owe me money

"Brother Mamon..."

Arnold, with his limp silver hair, rolled off the bed with his pillow in his arms and made a circle before finally stopping in front of my eyes.

"...The first copy has been delivered."

Lao Tzu kicked him back to the bed expressionlessly.

"Ugh..."

The kid huddled himself into a ball, revealing only his shining blue eyes.

"Stop being cute, where is the next one?"

Putting his left hand on the dining car, he picked up the back collar of the kid with his right hand and asked impatiently.

"Ugh, upstairs!"

With white and tender fingers pointing to the ceiling, A Nuo bent his eyes into crescents and smiled sweetly.

To be honest, if the kid was a girl, I'd just commit a crime once, but I'm not interested in girls with handles, so no matter how cute I am, I'm still indifferent.

"..."

When I got what I wanted to know, I pinched his face, then threw him back on the bed, and walked out the door without looking back.

"It hurts! Brother Mamon, you are going too far!"

Although I can simulate the appearance of the little ghost rubbing his buttocks and flashing tears in his brain, but unfortunately I have gone far.But when you get back, why don't you bring him some candy?I heard kids love this.Although I hate children, we are roommates after all, and a good relationship is still necessary.Although his face is also very appetizing to me is one of the reasons.

Ah, I really miss the girl I saw on the street this morning!That profile is definitely on point!Blonde!Except it's a bit high...but that's ok, the power of love conquers all.The result of the height test in the morning is 178cm. It's a big deal to find a pair of height-increasing shoes.For my sister, I fought hard!

"Excuse me, is anyone there? I'm here for special service."

The cold voice comes with the system, and I'm used to it.Oddly though, when I put my hand on the doorknob, I get a creepy feeling, like putting my finger on a piece of paper full of needles, to be specific.This is... a test?Or malicious... read?

"Can you come in~?"

A voice with a sweet ending came from inside the house.By the way, I am also convinced that it is the latter.

"Waiter..."

After I walked in with the cart, I realized that Yi Ermi was also standing in the room.After being glanced at by the godless eyes, I felt that every cell in me was trembling. This was a sense of crisis from the bottom of my heart.

"Just put it here~?"

Hisoka pointed to the tea table with his finger, he narrowed his narrow eyes and smiled meaningfully.

Only then did I realize that he seemed to have just changed his clothes. In the original work, he should have stayed on the 190th floor and waited for Xiaojie and the others to learn how to read, but now he chose to stand in his room and talk to Il fans.Well, it’s not that I’m thinking too much, but no matter how I think about it, the Il fans who appeared in the Sky Arena for no reason are weird enough. There is no such plot in the original work, right?Or is it because the angle of view in the original work has been following Xiaojie, so I missed Hisoka without taking pictures?But what is the reason that can explain why Hisoka changed the clown suit and put on formal clothes to stay in the room at night?

In short, regardless of my business, I calmly put the red wine and cake on the coffee table, then pushed the cart away.

"Well, wait a minute."

The calm voice sounded behind me, and the person who stopped me was Yiermi.

Even if I didn't look back, I could still 'see' Hisoka's movement of picking up the wine glass as if no one was there, and the red liquid swaying with the movement.

I didn't want to stop, but my body couldn't move.A sharp cone like ice pierced into the bottom of my heart, blocking the way forward.But in fact there is no awl, only a small nail on my left shoulder, the nail of Ilmi.Blocking the flow of blood and strength in the body is like a bone inserted hard.

The blood freezes.

Fractured spine.

Cardiac arrest.

I fell down and hit the ground hard.This is instant death, not even giving a chance to fight back.

"Huh? Sure enough..."

Hisoka raised his eyebrows with great interest, and water droplets rolled down from his hair.

Along with the movement, the wine glass in Hisoka's hand shattered, and the scarlet wine splashed with the glass pieces, falling to the ground in bits and pieces, mixed with my blood and bones, and seeped into the ground.

"It really is a fake."

Yi Ermi took his words, holding his chin, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

The waiter in white lying on the ground, that is, my body, instantly turned back into a puddle of water.

The above is the tragic end of my illusion, which is commonly known as the stand-in.In fact, the stand-in has been operating since the doorknob was gripped tightly, and I was just in charge of shouting a word.But the first time I transformed my body, I was killed. I deeply felt that the illusionist's face was completely lost by me.If the soul of the original owner Mamun was here, he would definitely shed blood and tears.

But I just don't understand this damn illusion!I just like close combat!Shouldn't men collide with blood and fists?Well, the above will always be a dream. The moment I become Mammon, I have the awareness to accept the long-distance war.Although I still can't accept that the girl I have been tacitly acquiescing for so many years is actually a leader.

The blood is boiling.

Inexplicable anger.

eerie emotion.

I am now drifting in the corridor, which is similar to the kind of magnetic levitation that does not touch the ground.Running back to my room, I kicked the door open, and the sawdust shattered all over the floor, what the hell is this tofu dregs project!Arnold, with half of his head exposed, got out of bed sleepily and looked at me.

"..."

"Yes, I deliberately asked you to die for me."

The little devil's head slowly emerged from the quilt, with half of its short legs exposed to the air.When he said this, there was a little innocence in his tone, as if he was discussing the style of dessert.

I looked at him silently, and I could feel the blood that had been roaring just now quiet down.They no longer clamored angrily to struggle out of their veins, nor longed for more companions.

"Brother Mamon, I tried it before. You don't seem to be a person with the ability to read, right? Although I don't know how you got in here, you really helped me a lot. Thank you~"

Arnold's little devil's head was smiling, and deep dimples appeared on his pink face, giving him an illusion of innocence.

'Or... are you not a viper at all? '

'Bring him some candy when you get back? '

I never believed in Arnold, I just chose not to doubt it.

Of course, the same goes for Reborn.

I don't feel pain, because the friendship is not a deep friendship.I don't feel sad either, because I have never given the other party trust from myself alone, and the current situation can't be said to be betrayal.

My current situation is just that many threads are intertwined, and I suffer the consequences.

Thread one, because of Lu Qie's entrustment, Reborn wanted to take me back with all his heart.I'm sure he won't let me die, but that's all.As long as he still has a breath, he is considered to have completed the task.Thinking about it now, when he was in the cellar, he must have watched the fight between me and the nun with a sneer.

Thread two, when I left the last world, Reborn once reminded me to strengthen my strength.But I chose to deliberately avoid the problem.

The first three, choose to separate from Reborn in the high-risk hunter world, or even enter the sky arena alone.

Thread four, deceived by the face of Arnold's little ghost, who is very appetizing to me, is sent to death again.

Should I be thankful?At least he wasn't stupid enough to let the main body rush in and be killed by Yier fans.

I don't hate that I was just a flimsy college student before crossing over, not some kind of killer, Mr. President, a special soldier.

I don't hate that I was just a victim of exam-oriented education before time travel, not the son of some scientist.

I didn't dress up as the protagonist or the creator of the world, I just dressed up as a supporting role who loves money like myself, and I was a cannon fodder ten years ago and ten years later.

But Mamun's physique is not extraordinary either, whether it's super physical fitness, superpowers, or even the illusion of Goldfinger.I hate my incompetence because I never took the time to study it, because I never took it to heart, because I never embraced the new world.I can't even use one-fifth of Mamon's ability.

"Brother Mamon, you look remorseful. But I lied to you before, but I'm actually a traitor."

A strand of hair playfully falls on the cheek, silver hair and snow skin, sapphire-like pupils.

I'm a blond-haired blue-eyed man, I admit it.But being murdered by a gentleman with a knife is a big deal!

I'm just angry.

It roars in the blood vessels, it is unrestrained in the bottom of the heart, it gallops in the brain.It burns for power, it roars for weakness, it pricks for shame.

If I wasn't an illusionist, if Mamun wasn't an illusionist, if I hadn't noticed the Nian attached to the door, if I hadn't used illusion to create a substitute in advance.

If I had spent time studying Mamon's ability, if I had the awareness to become stronger earlier, if I hadn't entered the Sky Arena...

"My knife is very fast. My unique ability is to be able to exert 100% of the power of the materialization system and the operation system."

A Nuo smiled innocently, and following his words, countless blades suddenly appeared in my ears, with the sharp killing intent and dazzling light like a cold star.

'uh-huh?really……'

'It really is a fake. '

About 5 minutes had passed since he escaped from Hisoka's room, but no one came after him.In other words, in their eyes, I don't even have the value of being hunted down.

"Humph……"

The nerves were extremely tense, and the cut on the left shoulder was shattered by the chainsaw. The pain was accompanied by blood breaking through the flesh, bringing pain that seemed to penetrate deep into the soul.

I want to become stronger, I want to get it back, I want to have the qualifications to stand with them. .

Wanting to win, refusing to flee with one last breath.

Occasionally, I suddenly felt a relief-like pleasure, which was the pleasure of reaching the brain.The air froze, and what came from the bottom of my heart was the power that yearned for release.Can't see clearly, but something is spinning and blooming in the night.

His vision was blurred for a moment, and the wet feeling from his palm told him that this moment was not an illusion.

When the field of vision widened again, there was only a trace of silver hair on the fingertips, and the head of the little ghost with eyes wide open in horror.

"You, you for..."

He couldn't continue talking because I tore his windpipe in two.Blood spurted out, a drop splashed in his beautiful eyes, and then rolled down his mutilated cheek.

And those flying knives that were floating in my ears and ready to go all disappeared.

Half of that pink and tender face is as innocent as an angel, and the other half is terrifying as a ghost.

With a shake of his hand, the greasy flesh was swept away.

I let go of my hand calmly, and Arnold fell powerlessly to the ground like a broken puppet.Large swathes of red bloomed on his snow-like hair, and the indigo flames spread, licking his small body, like a dream.

I have a very strange feeling.

Very relaxed, very comfortable, but also very depressing and suffocating.

It is obviously such a painful feeling, but why is there a kind of ecstasy?

"If you don't take back those flames quickly, you will die."

A very familiar voice came behind him.

Still staring at Arnold's body, I raised the corner of my mouth,

"Every time you come out so late, it is because of this that you will always be Yungu instead of Skylark."