Manual activity manual

"I, chose, here?" Xingya's tone was slightly puzzled, if it wasn't for his blunt tone, he would have sounded like an ordinary, confused and ignorant child.

Fyodor laughed again.It was already time for the re-examination stipulated by the laboratory, but the experimenters acquiesced to him and led him to walk slowly.Fyodor has proven himself with strength, and his methods are more useful than instruments and potions.Like all families who take a walk after dinner, they strolled leisurely, stepping leisurely on the cold and deserted corridors of the laboratory.

"Isn't it very obvious, Yukiya-kun?" Fyodor yawned lightly, and said in a tone like "there is a puppy there", "Many countries have been destroyed, after all, madmen can't make decisions Yes. But only this country... no, this city is special."

"Haven't you ever wondered why?"

Xingya stared at him blankly, shook his head after a long while: "Why?"

"Oh." Fyodor sighed softly, his eyes filled with love, "Because this is a place favored by God."

"Only in the land of the gods, can the tower reaching the sky be built and touch the realm of the gods."

"Having now begun to do this, there will be nothing they will fail to do in the future." (Genesis 11:4)

"Really, there is a God?" Yukiya, who has never read the Bible, asked, "If you touch it, will you get angry?"

"Well, will he be angry?" Fyodor pulled the tone meaningfully, "I would like to know too."

While talking, they had already walked to the laboratory where Xingya stayed most often.Yukiya was about to push the door, but was turned around by Fyodor, and stepped into the room he usually only entered when he rested.

"Yukiya."

"Ok?"

"What you just absorbed was the power of the last power user here," he leaned slightly against his shoulder, and whispered almost in a whisper, "Oh, no."

"It's the second to last."

Yukiya was listening calmly at first, but suddenly thought of something, and looked up at Fyodor in a daze.

"My 'Sin and Punishment' is as if it was born for you." He lowered his eyes, and his black and thin eyelashes trembled gently with their breathing, like a dying butterfly, convulsing and falling gorgeous Phosphor powder, no longer able to flap its wings and fly.

"But just taking it away is not enough."

"How can the gods be fraternal forever?"

"No, wait, Fyodor..."

Even if he forgot, he suddenly realized something, and stretched out his hand reflexively, but his wrist was firmly grasped.

"Yukiya-kun, answer my question."

"—do you know 'book'?"

"I didn't know you were…"

He stopped.

He was at a loss, like a lost child, looking down at the blade in his hand, as if looking at a discarded road sign.The shock and mourning in his eyes were like the embankment submerged by a tsunami. It was an emotion that would move anyone, and it was much more pure and real than human beings.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!! Sure enough...cough, that's true...that leader, the first time he found out that the book was conscious, wrote down such words, so that except for you who have invalidated the power, there is no People can use the 'book', and no one will discover the secret."

He was panting and coughing intermittently, the slashed lungs were like a broken bellows, and the surging blood stained his palms. Yukimi knelt in front of him, panicked and helpless, trying to hold the wound, but The blood flowed more and more, like pouring rain, and instantly merged into a red ocean.

"Fyodor...Fyodor...please, don't..."

"Hush," he pressed Yukiya's lips with bloody fingers, the smile on his face became more and more illusory, "You can't make such a request, I will be very troubled."

"But...but...why..."

But Fyodor interrupted him again: "Yukiya-kun, do you want to see the sky?"

"I...I don't understand..."

"I've already arranged the next test subject for you," he raised the corners of his lips, showing a rather sinister and excited smile, "take away his supernatural power, and then show it to me,"

"How far can you do it?"

He pushed away the young man with empty eyes, and looked at the young man who appeared in the room at some unknown time.

"Ah, Fedya. Are you going to die?" the silver-haired young man asked curiously, pure malice bubbling from his honey-like eyes, and he paddled briskly across the lake.

"That's right, but my promise to you will not change. As long as you take this child to the highest point in the city, it only takes about 5 minutes, and you will get what you dream of—a truly free world."

"What if he didn't do it?" He leaned closer, "It's quite troublesome to break through those annoying locks. If those people didn't regard you as the savior, pfft, Fedya, you also There will be a day like this."

Fyodor looked deeply into his eyes, counting the minutes.His time was running out, but there was one more important thing left to do.

"Yukiya-kun?" He raised his final voice.

Yukiya was like Pavlov's dog, stretched out his hand reflexively, and numbly pressed his exposed skin.

A bright red spar emerged from his palm.It seems to be a rose that blooms to its peak and then withers quickly, it seems that the blood is still beating with the heartbeat, it seems to be full of boundless emotions, and the eyes of a dying person want to speak.

The person who was stripped of his abilities showed him a satisfied smile: "Don't let me down, Yukiya."

"I'll always... watch over you."

He gritted his teeth, his trembling hands could barely hold the spar tightly, until a hand wearing a snow-white glove grabbed his arm and pulled him into the void.

The alarm in the laboratory suddenly sounded.

"My name is Nikolai—"

"Are you the legendary 'Xingya'?"

"Ah—you can't speak? Tongue cut off?"

"Smile? Just smile!"

"Ignore me and throw you over the sea."

"Did you hear that? Scared?"

Nikolai's ability is the ability to split and reconnect nearby spaces.Like a rabbit, he led Yukina in from here, and got out from there, throwing off the pursuers one after another, leaving only his enthusiastic laughter.

I don't know how long they ran, but Nikolai tried to talk to him, but Yukimi just kept staring at the spar in his hand, like a puppet without a soul, no matter how the outside world changes, it can't arouse the slightest reaction.

Until—he saw the sky.

At some point, they were already standing on top of a tall building.Surrounded by leaning and collapsing ruins, only this building stands out from the crowd, enough to overlook Yokohama, a city that is still inhabited.On the sea and in the sky, the setting sun slowly fell like a fireball, dyeing everything a strange blood red.Occasionally, sporadic bonfires were lit, and then quickly extinguished in the wind.

He walked forward.Only one step away, he will fall from this boundless tower, turning into a shadow, a shooting star.

"Fortune—Mi—Jun—" He dragged his tone of convincing, but he didn't have any intention to stop him.

"If you die, that guy's plan will fail too. Hahahahaha, do you hate him? Do you want to take revenge on him? Do you want to? Don't you want to? Why don't you try it, it's also very interesting."

……revenge?Revenge who?Hate... What is it?

Humans are just too incompetent.Even with props like 'books', there are still many things I can't do.

My dream is to fall from the tallest building of the Port Mafia, and that must be a pretty reassuring death.

Are you really conscious?Is it human consciousness or monster consciousness?Sure enough, it is more interesting to be a monster, but it is quite difficult and hard to be a human.

Once two or more people know of your existence, the world will be destroyed.It's despicable. In order to let the human beings who have nothing to do with you live, I will suppress you, hide you, and destroy you.If there's only one person who can be happy, it won't be me, sorry, and never will be you.

If you hate it, hate it forever.

People are always deceiving each other, just as I am deceiving you right now.

Will God be angry?I'd love to know too.

"Why... why..." He knelt down on the ground, calling out the name from his throbbing chest, hoarse throat, and broken soul, and the muddy blood and tears kept overflowing from his eyes, smashing to the ground. dusty ground.

Five minutes had passed, and crowds of chasers gathered on the roof of the building, but Nikolai did not activate his powers again, and those people did not step forward to disturb, but just watched everything in front of them quietly.

They don't know what's about to happen yet, but the premonition of crisis and death has weighed heavily on their hearts, and they can almost feel the heart-piercing pain of the young man.

"What are you crying for?" Nikolai squatted down, held his chin curiously, and even shook a little bored, "Or, is this the only way to go?"

Xingya lowered her head, her messy long hair covered up his expression, and only the blood could be seen flowing down his cheeks, falling down one after another.

It wasn't the first time he had seen those blood and tears, but it was still quite interesting.Especially this person named Xingya, what is so special about him that makes Fyodor abandon everything and come to Yokohama?

"Show me. Even if Fei Jia dies, what is the repertoire that Fei Jia will present?"

"Mr. Gogol." After a long time, he stretched out his hand and held the other's scarred wrist. "Do you know 'book'?"

"Book?" Nicholas was genuinely puzzled, he looked at the person from the seventh agency who also heard this question, and the next moment——

The world fell apart.

In the vast universe, in the boundless darkness, and in the fear of the unknown, Nikolai looked curiously at his own legs that were gradually disintegrating, and then raised his head to see Xing's body disintegrating into flying pages, with golden pupils shining brightly.

"it turns out……"

It is possible to do this.

Nikolai, who was held by Yumira, could still retain a momentary consciousness, so he witnessed everything with his own eyes.Buildings collapsed, barriers crumbled, and even those invincible monsters were wiped out. In the end, only...

"Dead souls of filth and destruction".

This line of words is printed in Russian on that ordinary-looking book, bronzing, italics, and then collapsed, reorganized, and turned into thousands of familiar or unfamiliar words, and countless familiar or unfamiliar nouns are written on it .

what.

Fedya is a big liar.What kind of freedom, isn't this going to be imprisoned in this book?

but……

He laughed out loud.

So much fun, so much fun!Manipulating God's life in this way, forcing him to fall into the abyss, is really—an incomparable repertoire!

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The author has something to say:

It's over (lay flat) I promise it will be sweet afterward

In fact, it cannot be said that the outline is crooked, it can only be said that I did not intend to write this part.After all, in order to create a world where everyone is a good boy, someone has to make sacrifices, but as I was writing, I realized that this sacrifice seemed a bit big.Sorry my big goose, the author and I also have a deep misunderstanding of the concept of happiness...

I struggled with the outline before, and showed the crooked part to my friends

Jiyou: There are so many gods in Jinjiang, I think your god is the worst one

I:? !How can it be

Jiyou: The whole world is lying to him!Isn't that miserable enough!

Me: But they are sincere! ! !

gay friend:……

I:……

Me: I can still save it, only Femito and Zai cheated him, the others were just cheated by them

Me: Isn't it normal for the two of them to cajole around!

Jiyou: ... I haven't seen Wen Ye, so I don't understand it very well

Me: ...if someone chats with me, the outline won't be crooked like this woo woo woo