My Tokusho Life Simulation

—He wants to use this time.

As long as he wasn't simulating, or using anything that was debilitating, or oppressive, he couldn't get any worse.

Luther closed his eyes slowly, and the dark sword and moon appeared in his hands.

Holding the sword hilt tightly, there is no barrier like gloves to prevent the activation of passive abilities.

Omen of Doom does no real damage to the spirit.

He wants to see what happened on the cut world line.

Even after regaining consciousness, [-]% of the memories will be forgotten.

This can be mentally sharpened.

Luther firmly believes that he will not go crazy because of this, and will not become like the dark swordsmen of the past.

"...Implement the player's mental protection mechanism..."

On the crimson light screen, mechanical text flashed past.

At this moment, a strange feeling enveloped Luther.

He felt as if he was falling.

What happened to the cut world line in the past is about to repeat itself in front of him.

next moment.

Luther widened his eyes, let go of the hand holding the Holy Sword of Darkness, and his breathing suddenly became rapid.

He gritted his teeth, his body stiffened involuntarily, and veins burst out on his forehead. Although his vague memory could not recall any details, it also brought severe pain.

"Huh...huh..."

Heavy breathing echoed in the night.

"A big...witch like a...teacup...?"

Luther murmured.

This is the only thing he can recall in his vague memory.

He seemed to have seen something else, but he couldn't remember it.

"No...not enough..."

The disordered breathing gradually calmed down.

Luther once again held the hilt of the Holy Sword of Darkness.

then.

The harbinger of doom once again activated.

----

When I opened my eyes, it was raining.

It was raining heavily, and there were many figures coming and going at the entrance of the mourning hall.

The young man leaned against the wall, his red eyes were cloudy.

There are only two simple words written on the wall behind him.

——Mei Shu.

"Why..."

Desperate cries came from time to time, and I was tired of hearing them.

The shoulders of the black suit were wet from the dripping rain and felt a little heavy.

"Sayaka her... Sayaka her..."

The pink-haired girl next to the young man was choking up, she was already sobbing, and it was difficult for her to even speak.

Eyes are swollen from crying.

He didn't know what to say, what to say.

The past scene flashed in the youth's eyes.

It was a gigantic mermaid-like witch wielding a saber.

Also the end of the magical girl Sayaka Miki.

It is also the end point where the magical girls who have made a wish and obtained the power will eventually reach.

"Things may... There is still a turning point."

The young man murmured, with a voice only he could hear.

The Mermaid Witch was not eliminated.

In some rooms, the Witch is actually highly overlapped with the Phantom.

So, he shut it inside himself, as he did with other phantoms born of despair.

But in the end it's just self-deception.

The witch is just a residue. When the soul gem is shattered and reforged into the seed of lamentation, the soul inside completely disappears.

"How many demon sealing oaths have I executed..."

The young man with cloudy red eyes looked up at the rainy night sky.

All the time, he could feel those things, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

Seal many phantoms deep in his heart, making them the source of his magic power.

But this is not kindness.

The youth does not believe that these phantoms can regain the consciousness of being human.

He kept them alive and sealed them into his body instead of killing them, just because he couldn't despair and couldn't give birth to his own phantom.

Only in this way can he control the magic power.

"Let's go in."

The young man patted the pink-haired girl on the shoulder and led her into the mourning hall.

Surrounded by flowers, the blue-haired girl closed her eyes tightly and put her hands on her chest, looking very peaceful.

No trauma, let alone any lesions.

Just lost the soul.

The young man presented flowers mechanically according to the procedure, and did not shed a single tear from his muddy red eyes.

Even if her wish was made because of him.

After a moment of silence, the young man opened his eyes again.

The younger sister's cries were harsh, as if she still hadn't been able to accept this reality.

He walked out of the mourning hall expressionlessly, and saw the black-haired girl who had been waiting in the rain.

There are still some emotional fluctuations in the purple eyes.

"Mitakihara no longer has magical girls."

She said straight to the point.

"Sure enough, she still chose that path."

The young man said indifferently.

"By the time I arrived, the soul gem had already disappeared."

The black-haired girl said slowly, her eyes flashed the encounter not long ago.

Unlike Miki Sayaka, who still has family members, Ba Mami, who has long been a widow, may not even have such a funeral.

"You didn't do it, did you?"

the young man asked.

"No."

The girl shook her head.

The next moment, a young man in a black suit passed her by.

"I will send her for the last time."

"I will continue to use the Demon Sealing Oath."

The young man frowned and slowly closed his eyes.

In his inner world, thousands of weird beings are smashing and venting their anger.

They are monsters and elves in mythology, and there are also ghosts in urban legends.

It is a monster that was born from despair, completely devoured the original owner's spirit, and completely occupied the body.

——Phantom.

Among the group of monsters, the mermaid-like witch was so difficult to blend in.

"Are you looking at me?"

The young man slowly opened his eyes.

There seemed to be something frantic moving in the muddy red eyes.

At this moment, his eyes came into contact with Luther's gaze.

boom.

It was as if an explosion had occurred suddenly, and a fierce impact swept through the surroundings.

Little by little, the familiar scene was broken into light spots, whether it was the mourning hall or the rain curtain.

Instead, there is a cemetery with no end in sight.

How can there be any youth.

Wearing a black overcoat, a man whose head was completely covered by red gemstones was holding a shovel and standing quietly in the middle of the cemetery.

Endless phantoms knelt and bowed around him, many of them were ghosts and gods who left their names in the mythology of the past.

"Ha ha..."

Hoarse and overlapping laughter resounded.

The Phantom Envoy slowly raised his hand, like a pistol, with a slight tap.

boom.

----

In the room late at night, Luther suddenly opened his eyes.

He has naturally let go of the holy sword in his hand.

Severe pain swept between his brows, and his breathing became short of breath again.

It took a long time before Luther regained his composure.

"The oath to seal the devil...?"

This is the only term left in Luther's mind.

"That's the oath module."

"Make an oath and bind yourself."

"It's hard to explain the specifics, but to put it simply, it is the restriction that must be completed on one's own construction, in exchange for possible power, otherwise it will be backlashed."

Luther touched the dragon of the evil king who was resting on his arm, took a deep breath, and asked:

"Does Rick have such a module?"

"have."

"The oath held by Rick is 650 seven types of oaths including the Oath of Evil."