My Tokusho Life Simulation

My Tokusho Life Simulation Author: Bat Demon Chen Yi

Tag: Unlimited streaming, Comics, Adventure, Fighting, Salvation

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My name is Luther, and I am a student.

I am the comrade-in-arms of Hongo Takeshi and Ichimonji Hayato, the dreamlike Kamen Rider No. [-] who only exists for one night like a short-lived epiphyllum.

I am the dark swordsman of the sword of truth, the torch passed down from generation to generation, the evil dragon who saves the world, Kamen Rider Calibur.

I am the ace of the Metropolitan Police Department, my companion Kura, the nightmare of the unidentified life form, Kamen Rider G4.

I am the uncrowned king of mankind, the final winner of the ultimate battle, Kamen Rider Blade.

I am the nightmare of the museum, the strongest player, the winner of the mirror world knight war, the magician of hope, and the general of the beginning.

He is also an opponent of the law of the doomsday of limited pluralism, Luther without martial ethics.

So... don't let me hear the word magical girl detoxifier again, okay?

Volume 1: Chapter 1 Chapter [-] The Witch

The sky was gloomy like blood, and the wind carried a fishy smell.

Tick, tick.

Bean-sized water droplets landed next to the monocular eye exposed by the broken helmet.

It's raining...?

Luther thought so.

The pungent rust smell broke into the nostrils, and a strange feeling rose in Luther's heart.

Stretching out a hand to wipe it, the warm touch came suddenly, and the fingertips were stained with dazzling scarlet.

Looking up, the pouring rain of blood fell with the thunder.

At the end of the rain curtain, the dilapidated city is burning, and the pungent gunpowder smoke is rising.

Desperate scenes are playing out all the time.

Groups of black shadows are constantly squirming in the city, trampling on the beauty and peace of the past.

There was no sound left on the bloodshot skeleton, which was trampled to pieces in the middle by ruthless trampling.

The clods rolled down from the cliff, and the tiny sound pierced the wail of the rainstorm, attracting the attention of the weird beings.

They all looked up at the same time, and their ferocious gazes were directed at Luther.

The dark green shell, the face like a corpse crying with a headache, explained what is ferocious and terrifying.

Lu De was still standing on the distant cliff.

The crimson battle armor it was wearing was already dilapidated, and the traces of claws biting and sharp blades were particularly obvious, and the antenna-like horn had also broken and disappeared.

Most of the helmet had been destroyed at some point, exposing the single eye and half of the face that should have been hidden, and the electric sparks were also constantly overflowing from the gap, causing the piercing pain in the eyes.

The blood was constantly washing his pale face, but it couldn't wash away the eternal determination deep in the deep red eyes.

With wet hair sticking to his forehead, Lu De stared at the ferocious worm-like frenzy of ghostly shadows.

"It's not going to end like this."

A hoarse murmur came out of his mouth, but there was more in this determination than bragging rights.

In an instant, the loud bang came along with the thunder across the sky, and the dark green tide swarmed in dazzlingly, and mocking and overlapping laughter came from the deep space.

Slapping the waist device, the stumbling Luther turned into a crimson afterimage and rushed into the tide, blowing countless zerg along the way.

The dark green viscous plasma exploded, as if splashing ink, more like freshly popped popcorn.

He gave it his all.

However, with the sudden visit of pain like a sharp knife piercing the heart and lungs, a sense of powerlessness and darkness leaped onto Luther's eyebrows and eyes.

Everything seemed to be over like this, and he didn't even see the attacker clearly.

At this moment, coldness, loneliness, suffocation as if drowning and deep powerlessness came to my heart one after another.

The darkness of nothingness comes here, but in the depths of the darkness, the light emits a glimmer of light.

It's like the straw that a drowning person sees when he is in a desperate situation. He knows it's meaningless, but he always chooses to reach out and grab it.

So Luther held the light.

wake up.

On the slightly swaying train, Luther opened his eyes, covered his chest in short breaths, and his temples were drenched in cold sweat.

"It's this dream again..."

Luther was still in shock, talking to himself, panting heavily.

At this moment, the silver train quickly re-entered the tunnel and drove towards the other side. The wind and waves brought by it caused the weeds on both sides to dance and sway.

The chest was still rising and falling rapidly, and the violent panting finally calmed down with the peaceful deep breathing.

"How many times has this happened? I really can't get used to it."

Luther, who had calmed down, couldn't laugh or cry. Fortunately, there were almost no people in this carriage, otherwise he would be humiliated.

In fact, since he regained consciousness, he has often dreamed of these scenes repeatedly.

Nightmare and apocalyptic landscapes, ruined cities, hideous and terrifying monsters.

He didn't know whether it was something that must happen in the future, or a fantasy of the airwaves.

It's just the inner obsession that gradually increases with time.

That day may come soon.

Somehow, Luther had such a clear feeling.

Before that, he must seize the time to save everything and make perfect preparations.

Wiping the sweat from his temples, Luther held his chin and looked through the glass, looking at the vast city that had already shown its embryonic form.

The monorail train suspended in the air revolves around the city, high-rise buildings stand everywhere, neon lights fill almost every corner, and the sense of high-tech breaks into the eyes.

"See Takihara."

Luther murmured and read out the name of the city.

There is his destination, and it is also where his life will be for the next few years.

It has actually been 18 years since I came to this world to regain consciousness.

On that windy and snowy night, Luther, who was just a baby, was thrown at the gate of an orphanage. It was late at night, if he hadn't cried desperately...

Fortunately, things went smoothly after that, and Lu De was adopted by a kind couple early on, treating him like his own, and growing up again in a stable and warm environment.

And why did Lu De come here...

It started with the adoptive parents getting married in the Far East, and the adoptive mother chose to return to Central Continent with the adoptive father after the adoptive father finished his studies, but there is nothing to say, just a simple love story.

It was only on occasion that he was going to come to this foreign country to complete the agreement between his adoptive parents and relatives.

Luther will spend the next three years of college at the home of his adoptive mother's younger brother, 'uncle'.

The reason is probably because my uncle's family had a sudden whim when they visited Zhongzhou ten years ago, and it was also caused by their love for him.

But this is not a good thing for him who has been thinking about ways to improve himself, exercise his physical fitness and accumulate knowledge, but he has to go.

That day may come at any time, and obsession haunts him all the time.

But the only thing Lu De can be sure of is that the dream that never let him go is definitely not something he has personally experienced.

If the dream is not the future, or the scene of other worlds, but just the fantasy of radio waves, how good it would be.

Lu De sighed, closed his eyes again, and took a nap to relieve some signs of acclimatization.

"...a little itchy."

A slight itching came from his neck, Luther scratched it a few times, and then showed a comfortable expression.

He didn't pay much attention to it, and didn't notice that there was a hickey-like imprint on the originally empty neck.

"Asami-senpai! The aid operation to Ikata-cho went really well this time!"

Along with the sound of footsteps, some noisy and lively voices reached Luther's ears.

Luther didn't open his eyes at first, but thought the voice sounded a little familiar.

"Of course, Madoka, I am invincible with you."

The calm girl's voice is full of gentleness, although the age difference between the two who communicate in feeling is at most one or two years apart.

It sounds like the latter is far more mature and reliable than the former, at least on the surface.

Luther subconsciously started the analysis.

He didn't listen deliberately, but he was very sensitive to the sounds around him when he was taking a nap.

The sound stopped suddenly, and the footsteps also stopped, probably stopping near Luther.

"Mami-senpai...that's it?"

Lu Muyuan tugged at the sleeve of the senior sister beside her, and fixed her eyes on the hickey on Luther's neck.

"Well, it's the witch's hickey. He was targeted at some point."

Ba Mami's low voice rang in Madoka Kame's ear.

Chubby is not around here, so they have no way to use Chubby's power to communicate with each other.

'The witch's hickey?What are they talking about?Is it an encrypted call from the radio system? '

Luther closed his eyes and rested his mind, listening to the exchange between the two, the corners of his mouth were slightly moved.

It's really the one who lowers his voice in public, thinking that others will not hear the specific content.

There are at least a bunch of people with good ears like him.

"But... there is no sign of a witch."

Kamu Madoka, who was still a rookie magical girl, muttered in disbelief, and subconsciously wiped the pink gem embedded in her left middle finger.

Soul Gem didn't respond.

"It could be a tattoo, too."

Ba Mami shook her head, and the twin ponytails of Roman curls also shook slightly.

Their eyes fell on Luther's neck one after another, with curiosity and confusion. If this is a tattoo...

The line of sight gradually climbed. Before that, the two hadn't paid attention to Luther's face.

Then, the face of the young man came into view.

He closed his eyes for a nap, and the profile of his face was lit by the afterglow cast from the car window, as if it was glowing.

Just seeing it for the first time makes people subconsciously feel comfortable and relaxed.

The eyelashes trembled slightly, and Luther, who was aware of the sight, slowly opened his eyes, and the deep red eyes fluttered slightly.

What was reflected in those crimson eyes were the two young girls walking together.

One of them wore short pink ponytails, and his face was full of childishness that couldn't be washed away.

Although the other person also has the shape of twin ponytails, the golden Roman curls give people a sense of maturity and stability that does not seem to be the case for this age group.