Handbook of Heroes and Heroes in Love [Comprehensive]

When Chris, who was favored by the upper class, received an invitation from the Mirufiore family, she almost fainted.

Although, although she has been protected by this family for so many years, it does not mean that she will not feel fear.

Chris, who has been in high society for many years, naturally has her own news channel.

Everyone knows that the leader of the Mirufiore family is a little strange these days.

All the people who had already noticed the truth vaguely felt that the behavior of frantically searching for something all over the world suddenly stopped.

For so many years, they have been suppressed and breathless every second, and they are suddenly released from the vacuum. What they get is not just surging oxygen, but absolute freedom... frightening freedom, after all, no one Would have liked a pre-apocalyptic bash.

No more spying on relationships, no one controlling all their data.

why?

Have you given up on such meaningless things?

Or impatient like the other world's Bryan Jesso?

Or... have you found it?

Numerous speculations and rumors are spreading wantonly in the dark, and people are panicking.

What does it mean to be invited out of the blue in this situation?

When she was taken to the mansion of the family headquarters, Chris trembled for a long time before being dragged down by the impatient bodyguards. She couldn't control the trembling until the housekeeper led her to stop at the door of a bedroom.

"Do what you have to do, and nothing will happen to you."

Maybe he really couldn't bear to see Chris's pale face, so the butler gave a symbolic reassurance.

But it didn't work, Chrissy's handiwork and her timidity are well known.

After receiving a far-fetched smile from Chris, the housekeeper knocked lightly on the door, "Master, Mrs. Chris has arrived."

"……Come in."

After the white door was opened, Chris walked into the room tremblingly, not even daring to lift her head, staring quietly at the dark coffee-colored carpet under her feet, counting the embroidered flowers one by one in her heart. Delicate dark lines.

"Here, this is Chrissy, your favorite before is her custom-made dress."

This incredibly gentle voice made it hard to imagine that it came from the mouth of that "Bran Jesso".

Chris looked up in a strange way——

It was a beautiful canary, only dirty.

The girl standing in the corner was wearing low-quality civilian clothes that would never appear in the upper class, her hands were folded on her chest, her sharp expression made her exquisite and beautiful features aggressive, and she was using a look full of murderous intent and hostility He stared at the man sitting in the chair across from him.

The distance between the two runs directly through the spacious and bright bedroom.

But even so, the white-haired man looked at the girl with soft eyes, like a gardener who worked hard to take care of the back garden and finally dedicated this perfect world to the princess, and then turned it into an obedient pet, quietly prostrate at her feet.

"There was nothing before."

The girl didn't even look at her as a bystander, and said coldly, "I'm not the one you're looking for, let me go back."

Chris, who felt as if she knew something serious, quickly lowered her head.

This is... found?

"Don't talk about this topic yet, okay?" The man doted on and sighed helplessly, "Do your thing."

The last sentence was said in a commanding tone, and Chrissy answered yes with a low eyebrow, and slowly approached the girl with the toolbox she carried with her.

"--do not come!"

The cold ice edge spread to her feet quickly, and the sharp edges and corners aimed at her like a warning.

The temperature in the room plummeted.

After regaining her senses, Chris immediately took two steps back in fright, staggered and almost fell to the ground, raised her head in panic, just in time to see the pair of emerald green pupils turning into scarlet pupils.

The girl with blown hair was tightly against the wall, staring at her legs intently, as if she would cut off her legs if she took a step closer.

"Don't scare Chris, she's timid," said the man behind him unhurriedly, "I've kept her safe and sound for so many years just for today, if you really don't need it, I will It was a lot of time and energy wasted.”

This kind of words similar to the declaration of death made Chris shudder and almost fainted.

She looked at the girl pleadingly, "I just, just take a measurement, it won't be long..."

The eyes with the strange pupil technique moved up inch by inch, and when they met her gaze, they froze slightly.

Before Chris could react, the girl suddenly closed her eyes, and her breath, which had been stagnant for a long time due to too much tension, finally recovered slowly. The hands around her chest clasped her elbows tightly, as if she was suppressing something.

The Mirufiore family echoed with a smile, "Look, they are so pitiful."

After a long while, the girl opened her eyes, and the emerald green emerald reappeared. She slowly moved from the ice-covered corner of the wall, clinging to the wall to another corner.

Chris, who felt as if she could live a few more minutes, hurried to her side, put the toolbox at her feet, took out a tape measure from it, and began to work tremblingly.

The soft and petite body showed an unnatural stiffness, and Chris carefully controlled herself not to touch her, causing her to overreact, and her fingers were always two or three centimeters away from her body.

Perhaps out of pity, the girl withdrew her sharp killing intent, quietly like a lamb being slaughtered.

The seemingly peaceful atmosphere was always shrouded in the shadow of death. Chris didn't even dare to swallow her throat, for fear that the harsh voice would attract the man's attention.

"I've been thinking about it for a long time...why do you have so many lines."

Before she could rejoice that the girl broke the silence, her hands trembled in fright at what she said next.

"You didn't actually kill your selves in those parallel worlds...you devoured them." The girl's voice trembled uncontrollably, and she struggled to squeeze out the words she had put together, "That's why your power is so strange, Reading memories, spanning time and space... is completely incompatible with this world where the power system is the flame of death."

"Hmm..." The man behind him pondered for two seconds, then clicked his tongue in distress, "I can't help it, otherwise I won't be able to find you. Don't worry, 'they' don't have consciousness, they're just... a building block."

When the fear broke through the critical point, Chris felt that her hands had begun to move mechanically, and she had given up hope of seeing the sun tomorrow.

...No, maybe I can't even step out of this room.

Hearing this, the girl twitched the corners of her stiff mouth, and the sarcasm in her eyes was undisguised, "How many souls are contained in this body...you can't count it yourself, right? You can really tell that the one who controls the body at this time is Which one?"

As if directly poking against the scales, the originally smooth air instantly became viscous, and the horrifying sense of oppression kept squeezing the thin oxygen.

"Of course I can, because in the end I was the only one who survived."

The man emphasized his words carefully, as if he was enduring an absolutely unacceptable accusation.

"It's 'me'. Live it. Last."

***

Is this what death feels like?

With no limbs to control, sunk in darkness, except that he has no vision, it is no different from him being imprisoned in the corner of consciousness by them.

...No, maybe there is still a little difference.

【—You killed her! ! 】

The existence mixed with the voice of all things let out a roar full of hatred and anger, and each strange syllable was sharp enough to pierce the eardrum.

……Who are you?

[How could you, how could you treat her like this! ! 】

He couldn't make a sound, just listened numbly and hollowly to it talking to itself.

It roared furiously.

【hateful!Do you know how long it takes for unnaturally dead souls to heal?You dirty rat! ! 】

……repair?

The anger that broke through the critical point turned into a whine of pain.

[It's okay... Yayoi, it's okay, don't be afraid, I will save you, next time... next time I will definitely protect you! 】

The name imprinted in his soul made his stagnant thoughts work again, and he tried hard to get rid of the darkness.

As if sensing his struggle, it sneered, 【You just stay here, bastard, forever... I will never let her meet you again. 】

He was instantly sucked into an invisible vortex, and the soul-like existence was smashed countless times and then reassembled. Repeatedly, every second he felt the pain that was enough to wipe out his will.

Unable to feel the passage of time, every second seems to be distorted and stretched, but the words it said are mixed with the pain of bone erosion, filling the darkness and time.

He didn't know how long he stayed here, the memory stored in his consciousness was gradually ground into powder, and finally only the name fused with the pain remained.

……What am I?

Yayoi... what is it?

Until the darkness eroded by the dead silence choked with ecstasy, 【Ah... finally...】

【Go... This world is my choice...】

A faint halo, like the hazy morning light, suddenly flashed for a moment, and he instinctively leaned over - not towards the halo, but surrounded by the halo, a small, extremely fragile "core" .

A second before he lost consciousness, he heard its startled exclamation.

【——How could he still be conscious! 】

……

Life can be restarted.

It's just that he couldn't organize his thoughts well at the beginning, or the young child's body couldn't bear his consciousness, so that even when he reached the age where he could move freely, his language and body movements would always be slow to a certain extent .

Under the skin is not the skeleton and flesh and blood, but the cotton that only serves as a stuffing.

So after a long time, everyone around him believed that he was a fool with impaired intelligence, but he didn't care about it.

He seems to have forgotten a lot of things.

Cramping pain, sanity-sapping darkness, and... a name.

A name he had forgotten.

Every minute, every second, except for sleep time, he tried his best to get it back.

This kind of stupid state will naturally cause the servant's negligence, he doesn't care, as long as it doesn't disturb him.

But they didn't think so, until he impatiently threw the table knife into the throat of a servant who was taunting wantonly in the corner, and then when the ear-piercing screams sounded, he solved all the people who made the sound, and the surrounding Returning to calmness... Perhaps it is more accurate to describe it as dead silence.

This kind of behavior naturally attracted the attention of the elders. In order to obtain an absolutely quiet environment, he silently cooperated with a few simple tests, and then the treatment he received was improved by several levels.I don't know what kind of parents this is, can feel their fear and ecstasy, as if looking forward to what he can do for them in the future.

Then, one day, the beating heartbeat that shook his eardrums reminded him of something.

He leaned on the wall and slowly walked out of the room step by step. Under the shocked gaze of the butler, he looked down at the black-haired girl kneeling at the butler's feet.

[...Master? 】

Hearing the unbelievable murmur of the butler beside her, the girl raised her head tremblingly——

She looked at him with those moist dark brown eyes.

The heartbeat that was almost rushing out of the chest stopped in an instant.

He stared at her intently, and didn't know what kind of expression he had at this moment. The girl gasped in horror for a moment, then quickly lowered her head and shrank herself, wishing she could curl herself into a ball.

The footsteps made when walking down the stairs slowly made the girl's shoulders tremble even more. He bowed slightly, and roughly grabbed her hair back, forcing her to face her whole face to him.

His eyes wandered inch by inch on his tear-stained face, and his dark brown tear pupils reflected his stiff and frozen expression at this moment, as well as Violet, who looked cold because he was too angry.

In the quiet lobby, there was only the girl's terrified weeping, she didn't even dare to move, but trembled helplessly.

After a while, syllables were squeezed out of his dry throat, and he barely pieced together a complete sentence, 【This is.What.thing. 】

Perhaps it was the first time I heard him speak, the butler lost his voice for a few seconds in shock, and then said in a panic, 【Les, a gift from the Leslie family. 】

Time and space began to be misplaced, overlapping with the memories buried in the deepest part of consciousness.

——[Master, this is a gift from the Leslie family. 】

The ignited fuse detonated the nuclear bomb in an instant, and the turbulent memory surged up, crashing into the cranial cavity frantically.

He knelt down on the ground profusely with sweat, letting the sharp and piercing pain spread all over the nerves of his body.

The barely audible groans/groans are mixed with syllables imprinted in the bone marrow.

【Mi...sheng...】

***

This was the world he was familiar with, and everything was on the original track, except for a small deviation—a deviation that was fatal to him.

But it doesn't matter, she is still alive, she must be somewhere in this world... It's just hidden by "it".

With such a large population base in the world, you must have absolute power to find her, and you must not leak any information to the enemy, putting her in danger. Even if he doesn't know what she looks like at this time, it will still cause too much trouble. It's too much of a waste of time.

The scientific and technological information of thousands of parallel worlds allows him to easily achieve all his goals, including touching the realm of soul exploration, and... controlling his own consciousness to a certain extent.

But even so, he couldn't find her.

I can't find it in this world, so... what about other worlds?

He spends every minute preparing for this day.

【……what is this? 】

【Ah... Yayoi...】

【Missing?Hidden? 】

[... She is still alive. 】

[Maybe in my world. 】

He let his memories and thoughts be shared with them.

And memories, of course, include their memories of the past, and everything that happened in those ridiculous five years is like a brand to them.

He even revealed the existence of "it", but only hid his hole cards.

There was no need for instructions at all, and they rushed in one direction at the same time—to find her.

After finding it?

Does that need to be said?They have no choice but to repeat the same mistakes.

They are all clear about the method of confining consciousness and the method of manufacturing ghosts.

But this time the starting point is almost a step up to the sky for them.

With a new start, there will no longer be such an irreplaceable stumbling block in her memory and feelings.

He watched the carnival of those guys indifferently. From the beginning to the end, he only did one thing other than looking for her in his own world.

Calmly, swallowing "them".

Kill consciousness and turn it into a stepping stone.

No one noticed that there was nothing under those shells, just a running puppet.

Compared to the sudden soaring power, the pain caused by the soul fusion is simply insignificant.

It’s not enough, if you want to cross time and space, and don’t want to repeat the same mistakes, you need more “hes”, such as… all.

But he can't annex too much too fast, he still needs their help.

Then one day, he finally touched the existence of "it".

While the term world awareness sounds powerful, it's actually not that big of a deal.

There are too few things that can be done. Even if he splits a soul that has been fused and stuffed it into the place where he was tortured, it can't be directly wiped out. He can only use the old method to try to kill his consciousness little by little.

So from that moment on, he once again tasted the pain of being torn apart and reassembled countless times day and night.

But that's okay, it's all worth it.

He was lazily lying on the deck chair in the greenhouse, his hands under his head idly fiddled with his hair, and his vision was occupied by the sky outside the glass dome.

He knew "it" was looking at him, with an angry look.

【Hey, where did you hide her? ] He sighed pitifully.

Cloudy enough to express the mood of "it".

【Can't you speak?I can hear, let's discuss something carefully, otherwise everyone will be in a bad mood. 】

What responded to him was an unforgettable pain.

But he still smiled without changing his face, and continued on his own, 【It’s been so many years, please show me mercy and return her to me, I now have the strength to protect her. 】

【……Protect? 】It seemed to hear something ridiculous, it finally sneered, 【A monster like you, made up of countless souls, deserves to talk about protection? 】

Since then, no matter what he said, "it" has never responded, but he knows that he is being watched all the time.

monster?How mean.

Is it a sin to be the last winner?

Ridiculous.

As time goes by, many of "them" have run out of patience, so the tens of thousands of parallel worlds are gradually polarized.

But his patience is better than anyone else. While taking care of his "back garden", he watched all this indifferently.

Finally, he waited for the opportunity.

"It" opened the channel twice in succession, once allowing him to catch the abnormality, and once allowing him to locate the correct coordinates.

And in the gap between these two times, he devoured all the remaining "them", and in order to be safe, he even took back the split one.

No wonder... No wonder I couldn't find it.

There is no "Bran Jesso" in this world, and there is even a barrier between her and the world she lives in.

It was almost frenzied to guard against him.

But so what?

Wasn't he found it?

No one can hinder him, no one can make him fall short...

Likewise, no one can make him lose her.

The white-haired man leaned lazily on the chair, propped his cheek with his left hand, gently stroked the inverted crown tattoo with the pulp of his little finger, a pair of blooming violets gently gazed at the girl's pale face, and his sweet and soft voice Leap out the tip of your tongue.

"So... you can't either, Yayoi."

Every second of staying here is suffering, and Chris, who accidentally learned the secret, has the illusion that her head is no longer on her neck.

With a pale face, she put the tape measure back into the toolbox, hugged it in her arms without even thinking about buckling the lock, lowered her head and said in a low voice, "I, I'll take my leave first..."

"Thanks for your hard work." The man said casually, "Tomorrow, I will send you the normal clothes first."

"Yes."

Chris bowed, turned around and hurriedly walked towards the exit, trying to escape from this suffocating room.

As if suddenly thinking of something, the leader of Mirufiore said, "By the way, when returning the borrowed body, remember to tell Chris to complete the task..."

The extremely soft voice was stained with laughter.

"Six bones."

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