The Not-So-Wonderful Notes of the Eternals

Bucciarati helped me find a place near his apartment. Because it was the residence of gang members, there were not many residents in this building, and new tenants were almost always welcome to move in with their bags.There is little furniture, but there is always a place to stay.

I put the suitcase that was about to fall apart and was completely uncracked by the substitute into my new residence, and I followed Bugarati to find the interviewer.God, I never knew gang members were interviewing too, do I need to prepare a multilingual self-introduction?Bugarati saw my nervousness and told me that the test was not difficult for me.

He doesn't know what ability I have, how can he be so sure!

It's really not very complicated.That fat, greasy-looking... oh no, Mr. Polpo, asked me to keep a lit lighter and asked me to go to him again after 24 hours, during which the flame could not be extinguished.The only difficulty seemed to be getting it out of the prison - the prison guards said when they let me in they couldn't give him anything, couldn't accept anything, and they had to be searched in and out.

Fortunately, Bugarati is a good captain. He used his double ability to put a zipper on my chest.With my back to the prison guard and avoiding the sight of Mr. Polpo, I stuffed the lighter into the zipper and successfully evaded the prison guard's body search.It's amazing, there seems to be a different space behind the zipper of the Bugarati, the flames didn't burn my internal organs directly, I took the lighter back to the residence smoothly, and took the lighter out of the zipper.

It's quite strong, and it didn't go out just because it stayed in a different space.To be honest, I am very afraid of fire, because as long as it is set on fire by my body, my whole body becomes a barbecue on the coal fire, and I can't escape it.So I simply can't accept letting it stay in the different space in my chest, even if it can't burn me.

After placing the lighter on the only table in the room, I decided to go out and bask in the sun.I didn't put anything around the lighter that could make it go out except a ring of books to keep it out of the wind, so it shouldn't be a problem.Besides, if I keep staring at it, even if there is no accident, it will be wiped out by my hand.

I met Buccarati on the street, who had just finished patrolling the streets. Thanks to him, I could change the way of absorbing energy to eating. After paying the house deposit and rent, I was penniless.We went home together after dinner, only to find that the room where I hadn’t turned on the light was inexplicably warm and bright. My brain was hot, and I didn’t even think about it. I pushed the door in and poured the Coke in my hand on the burning book.

Damn it, damn it!Putting the lighter upright is too easy to fall over, and it even hurt my few possessions.Fortunately, they didn't burn much. It's okay to dry the Coke and write it again, but the lighter was completely extinguished by the rich carbon dioxide of the Coke.I am very distressed, this is all my fault, if I use something non-flammable to protect against wind, such low-level problems will not occur.

"It should be fine if it is lit again..." I was a little at a loss.

"No! Agustin, don't ignite it!" Seeing that I was going to start the ignition again, Bucara stopped it immediately, but the fact that the switch was pressed was too fast, and the words of his stop reached my ears , The lighter has flickered again.

I thought he was so nervous because the lighter would explode when lit again, but no, it just burned quietly.When I thought nothing was wrong, following Bugarati's eyes, I looked back and saw an extremely tall black stand-in.

"You, lit the lighter, right?"

It was too late to say it, but it grabbed my shoulders with both hands and opened its mouth wide. I saw a cold light flashing by, and I felt a splitting headache.I saw my appearance from Bugarati's wide-eyed eyes, and I probably understood why he was so surprised, after all, no one can live like this.The cold light that flashed in front of my eyes pierced through the back of my head, and I realized it was an arrow when the substitute recovered it.

But it's just a fatal injury... Just kidding.My double quickly repaired the brain damage, and another part of the memory was lost.Fortunately, I still remember Bugarati, and I grabbed his wrist when I fell down.So much so that he didn't leave, but waited for my resurrection next to my "corpse".It's a bit embarrassing to drag a 16-year-old kid to watch me die, but he is a gang member, and he must have seen many people who died worse than me, right?

"Are you alright?" My hand gripped the teenager's wrist like an iron band, and I was still strong while the double repaired itself.Waking up from the stiff wooden-like structure, I would move my fingers unconsciously, which also made Bugarati aware of my return from the dead.

The pain is gone, but the stomach is hungry again.Generally speaking, my substitute is using vitality to maintain my life activities. Resurrection from the dead requires a lot of energy. The meat sauce noodles that have just entered the stomach for a short time are obviously not enough to supply my consumption. The bugarati by my side is like a delicious talking cake that makes me want to take a bite.

I got up from the floor, still not letting go of his wrist.A young man exuding a strong vitality, the allure of Buccarati in my eyes is second only to a large table full of Chinese.My double grows from the fingertips and blooms white on Bucciarati's wrist.They will take root in his body full of vitality, and feed this rich vitality back to the main body.

My avatar is "poisonous", enough to paralyze Buccarati's terminal nerves, making him unable to feel any pain.Giving in to instinct, I hugged Bugarati and bit his neck with my mouth open.Fortunately, reason caught me in time, and I did not cause fatal injuries to him in the end, but he was still absorbed a lot of vitality by the double, and he even wobbled a little when I pulled him to stand up.

... Well, I think it's not just my reason that's holding me back, but also my chain fingers.

Bugarati shook his dizzy head, looking at me like he was looking at a gay man.I apologized to him and explained my substitute - before that, we did not exchange the substitute ability. For the substitute messenger, the substitute ability is like my own py. Normally, no substitute messenger will take the initiative to show it to the other party. stand-in ability.Especially I really think its ability is quite abnormal, if Buccarati is not willing to take me under his command because of this, I will understand him.

"So, you won't die?" Buccarati's eyes were a little puzzled, and even more unbelievable.

I was a little embarrassed by him, and spoke incoherently to Bugarati: "It is true, but this is not a good thing. Would you still let me be your teammate? I think as long as This lighter will be burning when it is in Polbo's hand, so there will be no problem, since you said that the arrow is used to activate the double ability."

Bruno Bucciarati, he is really a very forgiving person, even if he is only 16 years old, at the age of most people, he forgave me, the monster who almost fell on his neck just now.