I, Zhongli, wander the world

Sigma has a secret.

His birth did not appear naturally.

Just like flowers grow from trees, birds grow from shells, even test-tube babies born in the laboratory have a process of developing from cells in a petri dish to embryos.The growth of all things has a process from scratch, which is the law of nature.

But Sigma doesn't have these pre-processes.

When I opened my eyes, I was in the desert. Apart from the yellow sand all over the sky, there was only a ticket that did not exist at the station.

I don't know where it came from, and I don't know where it's going.

He is an "accident" born suddenly into the world.

Then he was captured by the thugs and used as a tool. The thugs used his supernatural powers to make huge profits, and even tried to kill him after they achieved their goals, because he knew too many secrets that he was forced to know.

The world has no warmth, the world has no place to stay, and the world is full of malice towards aliens.

If you want to ask Sigma what "the most wanted information" is, I'm afraid even he himself didn't know before exchanging information with Suehiro Tetsuchang.

What flooded into my mind at that moment was information about a certain "person".

The god from another world is powerful and tolerant, standing like a constant rock, giving a home to the confused souls walking in the world.

For Sigma, who is at a loss for the meaning of his own existence, this is a deadly attraction like a fire to a moth.

It is also because of this that Sigma, who consciously missed other adults, avoided Dazai Osamu's gaze with a guilty conscience, and did not resist because of some secret hope when he was brought back to the hound. Even when Suehiro Tiechang proposed supervision, he almost couldn't wait In an instant, he agreed to the plan supervised by Osamu Dazai.

And Mr. Zhongli really saw through his essence at the first sight of meeting, and tolerated his existence as in the information.

Sigma awkwardly accepted the kindness he had never felt before, and didn't even dare to raise his head to meet the god's golden eyes.

"Thank you for your advice..." He whispered, but still didn't say any information about himself.

Sigma, who is already an adult on the outside, is just a child less than a year old in Zhongli's eyes, and the 6000-year-old god is happy to tolerate this little thought.

He even stood up and walked in the direction of Edogawa Ranpo and Nakahara Chuya, leaving room for communication to Dazai Osamu and his little adjutant who had obviously discovered something.

"Although I don't know why you are so lacking in love..." Osamu Dazai, who was sitting at the same place, said slowly while chewing on the ball, "But since Mr. Zhongli agrees, I won't say anything more."

Osamu Dazai knew very well that for an existence like his husband, the so-called enlightenment and relief have always been done easily.The gods just obey the mind and give the reminders that they should consciously. It is up to the object itself whether to listen or not.

Those who listened were like the children who grew up playing with them, and those who didn't listen were like Tatsuhiko Shibusawa who disappeared after being released from the Supervision Department of the Supernatural Secret Service.

He has no right to interfere with Mr. Zhongli's choice, he can only look at those people who have been helped by Mr. Zhongli from behind, and focus on marking those white-eyed wolves who do not know what to do but covet their husband.

From the current point of view, Sigma, as the unlucky guy who was pushed out on the bright side, is indeed quite innocent in terms of origin and purpose.He doesn't know anything, and the only thing he wants to do is to find a place that can accommodate him.

——However, the person who pushed Sigma out may not necessarily be.

By such a coincidence, he was dispatched to Syria for the first time to carry out a mission, could he find a natural fool with a mysterious identity and eager to be recognized there?

It was almost as if it was tailor-made for his husband.

Besides, the ability is so easy to use.

He used to be a member of the Chinese clan, Osamu Dazai was too aware of the secrets of the greedy upper class, he didn't think those people would give up such a wide range of supernatural powers just because Suehiro Tiechang, a military policeman, fought for him.The progress of this process is bound to be accompanied by some people secretly fueling the flames.

What are they trying to verify with Sigma?

Osamu Dazai thought so, lowering his eyes to hide the contemplative look in his eyes.

These words would not be said to Sigma, so the man only said a little awkwardly: "Sorry... I just subconsciously..."

"It's pointless to tell me that."

Osamu Dazai raised his hand to stop Sigma from continuing. The young military policeman looked at Zhongli in the distance who stopped Nakahara Nakaya from drinking secretly, his eyes were rare soft and peaceful, "Whether it is to thank or apologize, or to explain the things you are doing now The unspoken secret, let’s find a formal opportunity to tell Mr. Zhongli later.”

Since they want Sigma so much to get in touch with Mr. Zhongli, let's let them do what they want and let him see how much change a Sigma can bring about.

As for this easy-to-use superpower... what was delivered to him, how could it be justified if he didn't use it well?

After the cherry blossom festival, Nakahara Nakaya carried his suitcase and ran to the University of Tokyo alone.

Rimbaud stopped Verlaine, who wanted to go with him, and rationally listed the benefits of the two defectors staying in Yokohama, where fish and dragons were mixed, and promised that he would go to Tokyo University with him to visit his younger brother. The stubborn partner stopped.

On the other hand, Osamu Dazai's life has not changed because of the addition of a pendant that needs to be carried with him. Apart from daily tasks and investigations, he is nothing more than taking the ignorant little adjutant to the husband's place for a walk. Successfully brought Sigma and Zhongli into more contact.

And just as he expected, it didn't take long for his simple adjutant to open his heart to Mr. Zhongli.

On a sunny afternoon, this young man who is now much calmer sat under a parasol, holding a cup of hot cocoa bought with his own salary in his hand, and told his life experience in detail.

"I'm very scared." The half-haired young man lowered his head and said in a low voice, "I don't know the meaning of my existence, and I can't find the value of living, but my heart is contradictory saying that I want to live, So I can only find my place in that desert, and feel the malice of the world again and again."

As he spoke, he raised his head with a relaxed smile on his face, "Fortunately, everything is over now."

Zhong Li thought about another matter, "So, you also don't know how you were born."

"Yes." Sigma blinked. "The only thing I can be sure of is that I was born suddenly in the middle of the desert. As for the others... probably the only thing is that I am not a pure supernatural creation."

As he spoke, he involuntarily glanced at his chief.

If he was really created by some supernatural power, he would probably have been invalidated by his boss' supernatural power as early as the first time we met.

"Hey——" Osamu Dazai, who was playing with his hair, dragged out his voice, "So it was obvious what I did to you back then."

Sigma turned pale with shock, "What? What's going on here?"

He only remembered that he was interrogated at that time, what did the boss do to him at that time!

Osamu Dazai gave his unlucky subordinate a wink, "Hey, guess what?"

"What is 'hey'! It's a good explanation!"

Sigma said with some breakdown, unaware that the topic had been interrupted by Osamu Dazai.

Zhong Li looked down at the reflection of the tea in his hand, and there was an imperceptible smile on the corner of his mouth.

After that, several months passed.

A man in a gray robe suddenly appeared outside the Tokyo High School of Conjuration.

The drowsy spell class staff at the reception yawned lazily, rubbed his eyes sleepily and said, "Hello, this is Tokyo High School of Magic, may I help—"

The moment he raised his head, his voice stopped abruptly.

"You... the curse spirit?!"

These were his last words as a human being.

In the high school, Xia Youjie, who was talking to Wujo Wu, suddenly looked up at the school gate.

"My curse spirit has been exorcised." He said solemnly.

Since Tianyuan's enchantment lost part of its effectiveness, the defense system of the conjuration college has been shared by the conjurer and the supernatural beings who can see the spell spirit. Occasionally, Xia Youjie will release the spell spirit he has subdued to replenish Vulnerabilities in the defense network.

Now, the curse spirit that he served as a warning has been exorcised by an unknown being.

"It seems that someone with no eyes is finally here to pick things up?" Gojo Satoru blew on his forehead hair, and said without any sense of tension, "It's really hard to put the strongest in your eyes."

"Don't say that, maybe it's because you are very confident in your own strength?" Xia Youjie shook his head helplessly, "I'll go and see."

As he said that, he jumped out of the window with great mobility.

The Conjuration High School was built very large, but this was not a problem for Xia Youjie, who was blessed with magic power. Soon, he rushed to the place where the magic spirit disappeared from the induction.

Several curse spirits not under his control are wandering there.

"Wait." Xia Youjie, who had been a super-class conjurer for many years, changed his expression slightly, "These... aren't curse spirits?"

Those "curse spirits" are distorted and bloated, with muddy mantra wrapped around them, at first glance, they are indeed the same as the curse spirits.

But Xia Youjie, who has dealt with curse spirits all the year round, knows this is not the case.

"Humanity……?"

His perception told him that those twisted existences like mantras were all human beings.

A lively voice suddenly sounded from the corner.

"The 'interesting thing' that [that guy] said refers to you?" The curse spirit, whose body is covered with sutures like an old doll, tilted his head and said curiously like a child, "Although it is made by humans The experiment is also very interesting, but it will be boring after a long time, can you bring me fun?"

Xia Youjie took a deep breath.

"You... what did you do!!"

The battle in the vestibule broke out at this moment.

At the same time, avoid library.

"Hey, that...brother in front? Grandpa? It doesn't matter, it's you." Gojo Satoru pulled down the sunglasses on his face, his blue eyes fixed on the back in the gray robe, "Excuse me, while the front What's the point of coming to our warehouse when you're busy?"

The figure in front stood silently, but suddenly two strong winds blew up from behind.Gojo Satoru kicked out the sneak attacking "curse spirit" one by one, frowning deeply.

"……Humanity?"

The six-eyed Shenzi also noticed something was wrong immediately.

However, it was clear that the intruder had no intention of answering. When Gojo Satoru kicked back and became unstable, the gray-robed man on the opposite side had already attacked quickly.Gojo Satoru tilted his head to avoid the opponent's attack, took advantage of the situation and grabbed the wrist that was hitting his cheek, and lifted the opposite hood.

"Let me tell you...what the hell are you?" At this moment, the well-informed Gojo Satoru frowned.

On the unfamiliar face under the hood, the sutures on the forehead are particularly obvious.

But this is not the focus of Wujo Satoru.

His gaze flicked across the slender fangs protruding from the other's lips, and finally fixed on those completely blood-red eyes.

"I haven't heard of any curse spirits that humans fear of vampires."