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

The system is a mediocre system.

Literally.

Although to be precise, it's part of the "rules" responsible for protecting the world(?).

The story of the system is boring, but in a nutshell, it is a year-round hard worker.

It was supposed to just keep functioning.

But it just happened to be like a doomed catastrophe, and it met the God of God.

At first, what the system perceived was that an outsider came to its world, and this outsider created a new soul. Although this description is a bit biased, the data collected by the system tells it this way.

Can man also create a new soul—

The answer to this question is not known to the system until a long, long time later.

If the body is the medium that accommodates the soul so that it can walk in the world, then the soul is the source of all living life.

The system thinks that the gods are more like creators or writers than humans.

Every role he plays seems to have come to life, and their background, experience and structure make them complete as if they had really existed.

That's why...he must be bound to repair it.

"Host, if what you like is role-playing, I should use your superb acting skills to praise you for bringing them to life?"

After many years, the system is no longer in a state of nothingness and can only be wronged and nestled in the sea of ​​spirits of the age of gods.

Although viewed from the perspective of the Gods, the system is still nothing.

"...How should I put it, the system, you still remember my occupation."

Shinji said with a smile.

System: "...Cartoonist."

"How should I put it... Let's sum it up in the simplest language." Shendai Shu nodded his lips, "It's just... Only when you create a character with flesh and blood, can you be remembered more easily."

The system understands, but it seems that it doesn't understand.

But that doesn't matter.

"Host, since you have reached a new contract with me, do you want to take a look at the world we want to protect?"

"Okay."

Shinobu let out a low laugh.

Even if he had guessed how those stories would play out.

But it might be a good choice to have a look.

……

The Age of Gods beam set foot on the familiar world.

With the body of an ordinary person, it is impossible to see the "Black Sun", but occasionally open something...

He looked up and saw the black-haired sun hanging in the sky, overlapping with the originally dazzling sun, like light and shadow.

"Yo."

A very familiar voice sounded.

Shendai Shu turned his head to see the white-haired young man striding over vigorously.

"It is you."

Gojo Satoru was still holding wagashi in his hand, even though he didn't seem to have changed, he could feel that his mental state was more vibrant than before.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Shindai raised his eyes and greeted him.

"Anyway..." Gojo Satoru slapped Kamyotsuru on the shoulder, confiscating his strength, and almost knocked him to the ground, "If it is your ability to bring the dead back to life, I should thank— — No, you thought I'd say thank you! I just want to say... forget it... let's go."

Kamito Tsukasa showed a not very hurtful but extremely insulting smile to Gojo Satoru.

"Well, although... Next time, I should be more gentle when I say hello, I am just a fragile ordinary person."

Gojo Satoru curled his lips, "Tch."

Shindaitsu looked at him for a while, and then said, "Anyway, thank you for protecting me."

Shindai Tsukasa was able to freely draw manga in this world without any restraints, and it was somewhat with Gojo Satoru's help.

After all, those guys in the magic world don't seem to let him go easily.

Gojo Satoru didn't return to him, but walked forward, and didn't wave his hand until his figure was gone, as if saying goodbye to Shen Daishu.

In fact, for them, the reappearance of the once close person and the later dead person is just a short-lived meeting like a dream.

After all, only the living can be sad.

But it doesn't matter.

Bearing their hopes and living more calmly, perhaps it is the response to the love that is left behind after a short encounter, engraved in memory, and can be preserved forever.

"But at least... they have a good enough ending, that's enough."

Shendai Bundle whispered to the system.

System: "Host... Are things like feelings really a burden?"

God Generation beam will not be moved by anything.

No matter how profound the story and get along with, it will not make him change someone.

"No...just the opposite."

Said the generation of gods.

"It is because of emotions that countless stories can be derived."

The system suddenly realized.

The favorability program never lied to it.

Its host has "goodness" for everything, never wavering, and all beings are equal.

But because he is missing something important, his perception of everything is difficult to change, and he will not interfere with anything. He is more like a bystander than a participant.

Even at that time, the little affection for Mori Ogai was to cover up his special deception.

Zero represents indifference and unfamiliarity.

Thirty represents the first acquaintance, no feeling.

Fifty represents balance and a boundary that is difficult to change.

"Then the next stop... let's inquire about my manga reviews."

Shinjitsu walked towards the bookstore where he sold his comics.

"...Sure enough, the host's favorability for my work is [-]%!"

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The author has something to say:

The male lead is true that all beings are equal...see you next time.

I have a vague outline, but I don’t know when to pack Kaikeng.jpg, it’s not the one I received in advance, and the one I haven’t thought about yet~

(End of the book)

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