After raising the strongest magician, I died and escaped

Go back ten minutes in time.

In Shibuya, where no news has been released yet——

Four [tents] are divided here. The outermost tent is for ordinary people trapped in the Shibuya area. Ordinary people can only enter and cannot exit. At the same time, most of the non-combat supervisors assist in maintaining order, Advise pedestrians to return and contact the outside world.

On the inner floor, there is a tent that prohibits magicians from entering.All conjurers who were one step late were blocked outside after the [Account] fell, unable to enter to support Gojo Satoru.

One floor further inward is a tent that is opened for Wujo Wu alone. Only Wujo Wu can't go out, and others can come in and out at will.

With him in this [tent], there are countless ordinary people in the Shibuya subway station.

But now, the supposedly noisy subway station is dead silent.Everyone has a pair of dazed eyes, and the 0.2-second infinite space opened by Wujo Satoru briefly instilled in them the excessive information that the human brain would take half a year to process. Spirit's engagement area was accidentally injured.

Although they still have heartbeat and breathing, their brains that have received too much information can no longer process the information they see, hear, smell, and feel.

They just watched from the side, like silent recorders——

Matsushiro Kazuki was like a moth to a flame, he went straight from the crowd towards Gojo Satoru, and then suddenly disappeared with the sound of a light switch closing in the turbid air with a faint smell of blood .

There was a change in the plan, and Yansuo's actions were faster than Wujo Wu's thinking process. Before he could react, the prison gate on the ground was lifted up suddenly, and Yansuo retracted his palm first.

The smell of blood was overwhelming in the air.

Gojo Satoru's lips moved: "Give it back to me."

It seemed as if a bloody smell would rise from his throat in the next second, and the sharp pain climbed up inch by inch along the trachea, and accompanied by a strong sense of corrosion, spread inch by inch, burning his internal organs from the inside out Same.

And all the blood in his body was going to flow out from the trachea along the countless cracks, the sticky and thick liquid blocked the air cavity, making his voice thick and hoarse when he spoke.

Those silent passers-by just stood and watched, without any emotion or light in their eyes, and their numb movements reminded him of those people who welcomed him in the Xingxing Palace ten years ago, applauded and smiled. human face.

At that time, Xia Youjie was also standing opposite.

He walked out of the Kusei Palace with Riko Tenuchi in his arms. Gojo Satoru stood outside, his face paler than ever before, and the body of the curse killer Fuheshier lay on the ground. Kazuki Matsushiro was held in his arms. The Tianni Hoko on his chest pierced straight into his arm, completely blocking and evacuating all the magic power in his body.

The mantra surged outward like the direction of blood flow.

But as if he didn't feel the pain, he let the blood flow down his forearm, dripping to the ground little by little, and merged with the blood on the ground to form a red river.

Blood flowed like a river on the ground and it was a mess.

At that time, the pain of the forearm being pierced by Tiannihoko seemed to be projected to the present through a distant time and space, making him feel a warm liquid flowing down the throat and forearm together, and finally merged into a fishy-sweet spot on the ground. pool of blood.

But soon, the surviving reason told Wujo Satoru that this was a phantom pain, an illusion.

A neurologic pain based on a psychological disorder.

Even the wound on the forearm and the sharp pain in the throat were all hallucinations. There was no blood on his body, only the filth left by countless cursed spirits expelled by his hands.

There is no pain like a thousand needles pricking under the effect of restraint, and there is no second Celestial Hoko that can drain all the magic power in his body.

Kazuki Matsushiro was not in a life crisis, nor was he near death.

He just disappeared, briefly and quietly sealed in that box.

But the pain is still there.

Compensationally, the brain squeezed all the emotions into hysterical pain, wrapped in the dull and sweet air and the silent and numb eyes, and pierced straight into his flesh and blood.

He should have been sealed inside.

Just like what happened countless times in dreams and in reality, for the fifth time, Kazuki Matsushiro blocked the attack that was originally aimed at him in front of him.

Gojo Satoru was not sealed as planned, once the prison gate was in his hands, Katsuo immediately turned back and stepped into the gap of the birth domain behind him, and was about to disappear.

The gap behind reveals a corner of the sand and bay.

"Give it back to me." Gojo Satoru moved his lips and repeated it again.

This is not Xia Youjie, and this is not the Xingxing Palace.

Standing around are ordinary people who can’t think independently after 0.2 seconds of infinite space. The laughter and applause resounding in the ears are hallucinations. The sharp pain in the forearm and throat, and the hot and humid blood are also phantom pains. The curse master who wears the body of his former best friend is real.

There are no more numb people around in the field of vision of the six eyes, and all complicated things are actively excluded by him. From this moment on, there is only the narrow box containing Matsushiro Kazuki in his eyes and mind.

【茈】Following his fingertips, it is about to burst into the heart of "Xia Youjie".

"Oh," at this moment, "Xia Youjie", who had been locked by the spell, suddenly lowered his head and smiled, and the prison gate was held in his palm and turned around, cleverly blocking his heart, "Are you Do you want the prison gate?"

Wujo Wu's fingers froze.

That box, called Prison Gate?

"Although I'm not sure if the prison gate can block the strongest blow," the curse teacher who used his best friend's body said with a smile, "but what will happen to the people inside if they turn into flying smoke during the spell?"

Almost an obvious threat.

Yan Suo took another step back, and half of his feet had stepped into the Shengde field behind him.

The magic power of Gojo Satoru's fingertips began to dissipate.

Although he didn't know why Matsushiro Kazuki appeared here...but at this moment, he was absolutely sure - he really held the handle of Six Eyes in his hand.

"This is the second time you've shot at me, right?" Yan Suo straightened his head, which was slightly tilted due to the violent exercise, and followed the slightly cracked seam, and the six eyes caught a glimpse of a soft gully on the surface of the cerebral cortex, " So cruel."

"You're not Xia Youjie." He heard Gojo Wu's voice.

"Huh? Can you see that too?" Yan Suo shook the prison gate in his hand, shrugged, "Okay, then I have to go first."

He took a final step back, and the realm was about to close.

At the last moment when it was about to disappear, Gojo Satoru followed without thinking.

——The scenery in front of me suddenly changed from a dark and dreary subway platform to a sunny beach.

Rushing into the domain of others' life is an act that is tantamount to death.

Within the born domain, the spells of the domain owner will be multiplied and added with a certain effect. Once entered, it is difficult to create an advantage in the game under such circumstances.

Not to mention the current situation where he didn't dare to attack at all.

The only way to break the situation is to open up your own domain to fight against other people's domains. In the magic world, there are very few domains that can overwhelm [Boundless Space] in the confrontation.

But the field cannot be expanded now.

He raised his eyes and looked at "Xia Youjie" who was standing on the shore with a prison gate not far away.

Within the boundless space, all creatures not touched by him will be instilled with hundreds of millions of large amounts of information, and any human being will be forced to become a vegetable under such a large amount of information beyond the acceptable range.

Just like those people in the subway station outside, just 0.2 seconds of field expansion will put ordinary people into a vegetative state for as long as half a year.

He couldn't guarantee that Matsushiro Kazuki, who was locked in the prison gate, would not be attacked by [Boundless Space] without his contact.

So at this moment, he can't expand the domain, and can't use attacks.

"I'm starting to be curious," Yansuo raised his eyebrows, raised the prison gate in his hand and looked up at the sun, "Who are you who is sealed inside?"

Under the strong sunlight, he squinted his eyes, and calmly released the magic spirit, blocking between Gojo Satoru and him.

At the same time, the real person who entered the Shengde Realm first and was about to transfer to the outermost [Account] through the Realm determined the plan and filing that should be adopted according to the spell released by "Xia Youjie".

In the Shibuya area, outside the [account].

The real person was lying on the top of a phone booth with his face propped up on one hand, and in the phone booth just below him was a supervisory assistant who was talking to high-level executives in the magic world.

He swayed leisurely through the open door of the phone booth and touched the back of the supervisor's assistant's head: "The curse master Xia Youjie who has been confirmed to be executed has appeared in the Shibuya area."

The supervisor's assistant held up the microphone, and there was no light in his eyes: "The curse master Xia Youjie, who has been confirmed to be executed, appeared in the Shibuya area."

"Gojo Satoru is sealed."

"Gojo Satoru is sealed."

"The Su Nuo container can be executed."

"The Su Nuo container can be executed."

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With a stack of documents in his hand, Matsushiro Kazuki knocked on the door of the director's office and rushed straight in.

The leader of the logistics team played the news on his mobile phone all morning, but he ignored it. After sorting out all the information, he went straight to the director's office.

When he opened the door and rushed in, there were two other people standing in the office besides the director. With the muffled sound of the door being opened, all three people in the office looked over.

Staring at the sight of these three pairs of eyes, Kazuki Matsushiro raised the document in his hand, his tone was calm, except for the action of pushing the door and rushing in, there was no fault in his tone and movements: "This is a bug document in the mission world. .”

"All the reasons for the death of the employees in the logistics team, as well as a batch of system failures that were scrapped and rebuilt, and the n.pcs that caused the failures are all in it," the stack of documents he held in his hand looked so thick that it could be smashed to death at random. Lucky listener, "According to my personal experience and system evaluation data monitoring after entering the world, all the results point to the fact that the mission world is far from reaching the point where it needs to be scrapped."

"Kazuki," the director didn't look at the information in his hand, but asked in a gentle tone, "Are you feeling better?"

After Matsushiro Kazuki came out of the mission world yesterday, the system that followed him was transferred to the technical group, and the major accident report of the data transfer was sent directly to the director's desk.

At the same time, Kazuki Matsushiro, who was rushing back to the logistics team to see the situation in the mission, passed out directly in front of the instrument under the eyes of everyone. Come quickly, maybe all 120 will come in a while.

But even so, he ignored Kazuki Matsushiro's stop in front of the whole group, directly asked him for half a month's sick leave on the intranet, dragged him to the brain department to register, and waited until evening He sent it home.

But Kazuki Matsushiro, who had a splitting headache, could only let him toss after failing to stop it.On the way to the brain department, his face was pale, and the tips of his hair were still dripping with water, which wet the white fabric of his neckline.

All the way from the logistics team to the gate of the General Administration, countless passers-by on the road gave condemning glances to the logistics team leader who was dragging the handsome guy, and he rolled his eyes angrily.

"It's better," Kazuki Matsushiro paused, nodded to the director, and lied without changing his face, "I didn't have a headache last night."

"You can't overdraw your body just because you're young." The director picked up the cup on the table and took a sip, shaking his head, "You should rest more when it's time to rest. I see that you have taken half a month's leave on the intranet. ?"

"I've had a good rest," Kazuki Matsushiro put down the materials, and opened the first page in a steady manner, "This is the analysis of the causes of the bugs in the world."

He is lying.

After returning from the hospital yesterday, as soon as the logistics team leader left, Kazuki Matsushiro got up from the bed and took a few painkillers to start sorting out the materials. From [-] o'clock in the evening to [-] o'clock in the morning without sleep.After eating lunch and breakfast together, I lay down for three hours, then got up and brought the materials to the General Bureau to block the director.

Before leaving, he forgot to take the painkiller in a hurry. His mind felt as if a knife was stirring, the world in front of him was blurry, everything was covered with a layer of gold, and there was a sharp buzzing sound. To the ears.

He couldn't read a word on the spread paper. Fortunately, he stayed up late last night to sort out this document by himself. Even if it was burnt to ashes, he could recite the words on it with his eyes closed.

"The amnesia and death of the employees in the logistics team were caused by the lack of awareness of entering the world," the knuckles on the data were well-defined, slender and strong, and they rested firmly on the edge of the data. His hearing was blurred, his eyes were blank, and his ears were buzzing. "It is because of the lack of collective consciousness that they have forgotten what happened in the mission world."

It's not that Matsushiro Kazuki can't feel that his body is approaching the limit, but he must now race against time.

He didn't sleep all night, sorted out all the information, and planned to suspend the start of the evaluation process.

But now it seems that it is still a bit late.

"Kazuki," the director flipped through the materials he handed over, and commented pertinently, "From the perspective of solving world problems, this material is definitely not good."

"Without the support of systematic data theory, the cause of the bug described above can only be regarded as an inference," he cleared his throat, "it cannot objectively reflect the problems in the world."

Normally, after the system follows the employees into the mission, besides assisting the employees, the more important task is to collect the data in the world, wait for the logout and import it into the database of the General Administration.

The higher the computing power, the more comprehensive the data that the system can collect. That's why Kazuki Matsushiro, who was about to enter the task of [Healthy Growth and Sunshine Childhood], was equipped with APTX4869 with the top computing power of the General Office.

To solve the bug, the General Administration needs to follow the staff to enter the data collected by the task system to ensure the objectivity of the results. Otherwise, the report data written by the staff alone will be subjective due to the author’s subjectivity, so it cannot be determined whether it is reliable, and it can only be regarded as an evaluation aid. Material.

Standing in the director's office, the deputy team member of the technical group suddenly persuaded: "This alone cannot be sure that there is no problem in the world. System data is an important part of evaluating bugs."

At this time, the APTX4869 world, which followed Kazuki Matsushiro into the mission world again, was down, and was still waiting to be repaired again in the technical team.

Kazuki Matsushiro rubbed his temples, looked up at him, his eyes were all gray, and he could only vaguely see the outline of a human figure, he asked: "...then have you started repairing APTX4869?"

"Well, according to the batch of systems we dealt with before," the deputy team leader said fairly, "most of the systems that have crashed from the mission world will have their data cleared after we restore them."

Kazuki Matsushiro had a splitting headache, and slightly uttered a monosyllabic cursing in a breathy voice.

He knew well that the system was down due to the ddos ​​attack from Wujo Satoru at this time, and it was easy to solve this kind of attack, just wait.

After APTX4869 finishes processing these invalid data packets as last time, it can naturally provide the data it needs again.

But now, he said it was a ddos ​​attack, and his report is subjective and cannot be fully believed.

If he doesn't say anything, everyone will default to data loss, and the information he provided cannot be used as the main reference object.

Systems that deal with invalid packets these days, he can't afford to wait, already entering the world of evaluation can't afford to wait.

"That's it." The director didn't say anything else, but just put away the information, "This information will be used as a reference for the evaluation, Kazuki, you go back and rest first."

He is not like the technical group and sub-team next to him who are strict and eye-catching. He has already seen that Kazuki Matsushiro is at the end of his mental and physical strength at this moment in the exchange of more than ten minutes.

Standing here again, Kazuki Matsushiro might fall down like yesterday.

"Come here," the director waved at the employee who came in with the report after knocking on the door, "help him out first."

Matsushiro Kazuki saw a flower in front of his eyes, and he was so stable that he didn't fall down. He almost wanted to shout in front of the chief: "I won't go."

He knows exactly what his body is overdrawn now, if he doesn't explain this clearly today, after he takes the medicine and lies down, no matter if he has a fever or is in a coma, he will completely lose consciousness.

This has to be done before he loses consciousness.

At least let the director let go and suspend the evaluation.

As soon as the employee who came in from behind supported his arm, he was startled by the shaking hands under the fabric.

"That...senior," the employee trembled, "how about I help you out and sit down first?"

"No need." Matsushiro Kazuki took a deep breath.

"The Bureau..." He just started talking when a familiar electronic voice suddenly sounded from the speaker of the mobile phone in his pocket.

[Hi, system number APTX4869, sincerely serving you,] the electronic voice said, [Hey, I really obeyed the uncivilized regulations of the General Administration. 】

[Hey, where are you, Director?] The electronic voice paused, and then flattered suddenly, [This regulation is good, this regulation is wonderful, it has greatly improved the civilized quality of our system, standardized the good atmosphere in the organization, and promoted everyone production efficiency...]