With too many knives, I was forced to save the world

"Do you really want to develop like this, Mr. Kodai!"

The assistant's hand holding the manuscript trembled slightly. He was so shocked by the picture above that he forgot to control the volume. The sound almost shattered the fish tank.

"Um……"

very noisy.

The black-haired young man who had just rested on the table was awakened by a familiar voice, and his body swayed to show that he was still asleep.

The assistant quickly covered his mouth with one hand, feeling very annoyed at waking him up.

But, but it's really not his fault!

The plot of the new episode is such that he wants to pick up a kitchen knife to greet the author after reading it.

However, the person who issued the knife was obviously not aware of the assistant's fear, and Shindai Tsuru lazily slowed down for a while before slowly raising his head, revealing a pale face with very conspicuous dark circles under his eyes.

"Good morning, Kodai-sensei."

The assistant stopped talking this time, and greeted him carefully.

"Good morning, Muyi."

Shindai Tsuru raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, and after the picture in front of him gradually became clearer from blur, he walked along the table and touched the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

The decoration of the glasses added a bit of clarity to him, Shindai Shu looked at his assistant, "Is there any problem?"

Gu Chuanmuyi's expression was ugly, as if he was about to cry in the next second, he unfolded the paper manuscript in his hand and showed it to Shindai, "Mr. How to develop."

He is sincerely thinking about the other party. In the current manga plot, the character Xiao Yi has been on the stage since the first volume until now, and has a very high popularity. If you say that you break your leg, you will break your leg.

He had a hunch that if things continued like this, the current stable popularity would definitely be affected.

Shen Daishu was silent for a while, as if he hadn't fully woken up, he waited for the assistant's mood to calm down for a while, and then said: "There are indeed some minor problems in the picture drawn all night, and I will correct it later."

Gu Chuanmu only breathed a sigh of relief when he said that there was a problem with the plot drawing, so he just said it.

"Then Shindai-sensei, I'll go buy you breakfast first."

Gu Chuanmu had figured out the daily habits of this teacher on the first day of his employment. He is an out-and-out workaholic. If he hadn't got the key to Shendai Shu's house through hard work, he would be really afraid that one day After losing contact, there is only one corpse left.

It's still the kind of corpse that maintains a painting posture.

Thinking of this, Gu Chuanmu couldn't help but muttered: "Really, Mr. Jindai, don't stay up late next time, dark circles will grow on the dark circles under your eyes, by the way, how about the store from last time?"

In fact, Shendai Shu, who just played a game all night and drew a manuscript by the way, pushed his glasses innocently, and then said: "Okay, just charge it to my account as usual, it's troublesome."

After seeing off the assistant, Shindai Shu sat up straight, and found the second edition of the manuscript that was finished in the morning from a pile of waste manuscripts.

Previously, it was placed where the assistants often came to see it directly. It was only the first version that had been drawn long ago, and the second version was more in line with his script.

The delicate lines on the manuscript outline an extremely miserable picture. The character corresponding to Xiaoyi in Makiichi Tanigawa’s mouth not only loses a leg, but the boy’s body gradually changes from foot, leg, and waist between illusion and real communication. Dissipated like gravel and dust.

The better the imaginary picture with special effects added, the faster his body will disappear.

The contrast between beauty and cruelty is extremely vivid. This is also Shendaishu's signature style of painting. Whether it is adding a touch of unique bright colors to black and white, or the contrast between reality and illusion gradually deepening like this, he is good at portraying style.

Just use the second edition.

Shindai Tsuru thought for a moment and made a decision.

In fact, the birth of this second edition was inspired by the game he played all night last night.

A role-playing game.

There are three different copies and many main lines to choose from.

Shendaishu stayed up for several nights before he was able to complete the all-pass achievements of the five main lines. Without him, the super-free gameplay and the subtlety of the plot made him constantly burst out new inspirations in the process of playing the game, except for dark circles The pain is getting heavier and heavier, but my comics have improved slightly.

Shen Daishu looked at the manuscript, took out the outlining pen, and was about to draw some details carefully, but before he had time to write, it was suddenly dark.

Consciousness is reduced to nothingness in an instant.

After a long time, a little electromagnetic sound overflowed from there awakened the God Generation Beast.

[It's like this, it's cool for a while, and afterward, the crematorium detects that the grievances of countless derivative worlds are about to reach a critical value, and the world is about to collapse-so go and play the HE episode!The boy who saved the world! 】

what?

Before Shendaishu listened carefully to the information contained in this passage, the scene in front of him collapsed like an avalanche of pitch blackness, and then reconstructed at a speed that the naked eye could not see completely. close your eyes,

He hadn't fully adjusted to opening his eyes when a low, somewhat familiar voice came from beside his ears: "Finally willing to come back?"

Ok?

Shen Daishu slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a face that was almost close to his face, or a face that was mostly covered by a black eyepatch, and was even a little scary.

Before he could steady his gaze to see clearly, another person stepped in and separated them.

The newly joined pink-haired boy turned his back to Kamdaitsu, and said helplessly, "Hey, hey, I told you it's bonbon chocolate."

Then he turned around and apologized to Shindaitsu: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Mr. Wujo can't drink."

And in just a short period of time, Shendaishu has already figured out the place and people in front of him.

The location is very ordinary, it should be a milk tea shop or something.

The voice in the ears became clearer from the initial tinnitus, as if the game freezes and then comes back.

His posture is the one that has always been maintained most often.

Although it doesn't match the scene.

At this time, he was holding the straw in the posture of pinching a hook-line pen, and took the time to look down at the casual clothes he was wearing before he lost consciousness.

When the person who was close to him just now was seen clearly from a distance, the familiar appearance and the voice he slowly recalled allowed him to confirm the identity of the other person.

It is Wujo Satoru.

The NPC in the first copy of the role-playing game he played.

As for the complete picture just now, it was the man over 1.9 meters tall lying on the table face to face with him.

Shindai Tsukasa's fingers holding the straw trembled slightly. He put the straw on the table with a calm expression, and then looked at the young Knotabagi Yuhito who stopped the other party and apologized to him.

About Knotweed Yuren, he only knows some very subtle information.

But it also makes more sense of the world he's in now.

game world.

The pink-haired boy apologized, and was about to pull the man beside him away when the white-haired man beside him slowly lifted his blindfold, revealing a pair of clear blue eyes.

"……not him."

His expression is calm, only the slight blush under the eyes shows that his state is not usual, and the exquisite and impeccable face can even make people dizzy for a moment when it is fully revealed.

Shindaitsu maintained an awkward but polite smile, although his heart was already a mess at this time, his face was still impeccable.

The random white-haired man immediately put the blindfold back on, and the pink-haired boy looked at Dai Shu apologetically, and rubbed his head in embarrassment: "I'm really sorry."

"Teacher Wutiao! Come back to the high school."

The white-haired man paused, and then said in a light tone: "Youren, don't rush to find them, it's rare to go shopping without a mission, huh? How could I be drunk, I'm the most—"

The voice and the back gradually shrunk away, and Shindai Tsuru breathed a sigh of relief, but before he finished, the electromagnetic synthesis sound that sounded in his head made him frown.

【connecting】

[Crisis level lowered, barrier lifted]

The electromagnetic sound suddenly changed, and it sounded again in a different style.

[Almost, almost exposed! 】

Shindaitsu recalled the various settings collected when drawing manga before, self-taught, and then asked the electromagnetic voice in his heart: [System? 】

[Hello host. 】

[It seems that the status of a cartoonist makes the host's tolerance much higher than that of ordinary people. 】

Shindai Tsuru tried not to show attention. Although the "Gojo Satoru's Upper Body Wiping the Table Picture" just now had a great impact, the explanation that Knotaba Yuhito didn't cover up his voice relieved a lot of embarrassment.

At this moment, there are not many eyes on him, and he can still try his best to hold on.

[The host should have guessed a lot, because the host doesn't forget the cruel knife even in the game world. The strong resentment here has already affected the normal operation of the world line. Don't treat the game world as a world, anyway, you You have to get rid of the cause you planted. 】

Shen Daishu filtered the information contained in this passage and the previous passage when his consciousness disappeared in his brain, and after a general understanding, he said to the system: [Don't worry. 】

[I am very good at drawing beautiful pictures. 】

Then I took out a small knife from the previous plot and merged it into a big knife to cut the whole picture, the cut was fragmented, and there was no direct glass shards, right!

The system is silent.

In this case, is it going to hit the host's "self-confidence", or give him a knife first for countless readers who have been yelled at by the knife.

However, the system hadn't answered the call, and then Shendaishu's voice sounded again.

【what should I do?】

His voice is calm, like time travel or something, for him, it's as common as rushing to draft.

[Put on your previous vest, play a wonderful HE episode, eliminate grievances, and save the world. 】

Shendaishu was silent for a while. He recalled the identities he had used when he was playing dungeons, and said to the system: 【Is there still a use for those vests? 】

The system is also silent, and the series of endings are still vivid in my mind, what [no bones left] [dead] [broken]...

Is this start, which is even more outrageous than [-] floors of hell, really okay? !

System: [You don't have to worry about this, anyway, I will make you a vest that can complete your mission in a reasonable way. 】

[Just like just now, if it weren't for me, you would have been seen through by the six eyes. 】

That's why it didn't come here at the same time as the bundle of the Age of Gods.

【yes. 】

【thanks. 】

Shen Daishu thanked him very gently. The system was just about to add something, when a voice that could shatter the system barrier sounded in the next second: [I remembered, help!The cap of my liner pen is not closed yet! 】

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I'm a little busy three times, and the introduction will be posted when the update time is set.