Tokyo Wingman King

[Asama] While I was vomiting violently in the airplane bathroom, the conversation in the void continued.

"You said that I might be a god. Do you have any basis for your judgment?"

[Helmet Brother]’s helmet reflects Asama’s face.

"Because you are more special than the rest of us, you are more complicated than us. More importantly, we woke up from our stupor only after you awakened in this life. The emotions and desires suppressed by you can also allow us to absorb some psychic energy. In my previous memories, there was no psychic power. After you, as the main personality, liberated your own boundaries, we all had psychic power and could listen to God's will.

So [Masked Man] once believed that [You are the one, you are the head, you are the beginning, you are God]."

Are you sure he wasn't cursing?

Although Asama had joked that he was a god, he never really believed that. He recalled all the conversations and suddenly asked,
"Why are you called Yue Hai [Daimyojin]?"

".Isn't that what you like to be called?"

"You mean you can't feel the power of the Great Ming God?"

"If it's a heartbeat, it's really a super strong divine power. I totally agree with you not indulging in the charm of the Great Ming God and falling in love blindly."

Asama did not talk about the Great God again.

"Then what is the reason that makes you think I am not a god?"

"Do you know our respective [original intentions]?"

Asana didn't make any random guesses, but just shook his head.

"So you are not a god."

"What is your original intention?"

"It's not convenient to tell you, even if you are the main personality."

"[Original Intention] is like the true name of a demon. Will it lose its power if it is controlled by someone?"

[Brother Helmet] tilted his helmet and said in confusion,

"You, who can ask this question, don't seem like someone who has read so many philosophy books."

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The two men walked to a void, and [Brother Helmet] seemed to be confirming something, and then smiled bitterly.

"[Birdbeak] didn't respond, shall we try someone else?"

"How many pieces has my personality split into? 12 pieces?"

"Not that much, but close enough. I don't know how much."

"How many people are as emotionally stable as you and can speak human language?"

"There's only me, but there are at least three people who are emotionally stable and can communicate."

[Brother Helmet] continued to lead Asama, roaming in the void, and instructed Asama to use teleportation.

This experience of teleportation, where the heart and body move, reminded Asana of his daydreams in his previous life - when he was a child, he would occasionally imagine that the school was invaded by monsters, and he would awaken his superpowers and kill monsters on the playground while holding the school beauty.

Burying the memory of the dark history, he continued to be rejected along with [Brother Helmet].

[Brother Helmet] is wrong. He should be the only one who can communicate.

Looking at the "Brother in Helmet" in front of him, Asana said "Apparate". The teleportation ability was not enhanced. As expected, JK Rowling knows nothing about magic.

"[丨]-kun, I really don't know whether your main personality is boring or interesting."

"After watching me live two lifetimes, you still can't judge what kind of person I am?"

"What we saw of your past life were only fragments. And we can't really get into your mind and read your thoughts. But we have seen a lot of your life in this life, whether it is reality or dreams."

Asama recalled what [Brother Helmet] said about the memory gap in three lifetimes, and asked,

"I don't have any memories of my previous life, previous life, or previous life. Who has these memories?"

"I'm not sure you're only missing these three memories. I have a large part of your memories from your previous life."

“Why not all?”

[Brother Helmet] said in an envious tone,

"Because I don't have a complete master personality like you."

".What kind of person was I in my previous life? Was I still Chinese?"

"【Asama Shizue】."

".What about the previous life? The life before that?"

"I heard from [Tyrannosaurus] and [Birdbeak] that it was [Asama Shizumi] as well."

"The father is Meiji Asama and the mother is Katsuko?"

"Yes."

"Have we entered a time loop?"

"According to the game, everyone should have walked into the BAD END."

"How are your three lives different from mine?"

"Maybe everyone's efforts are not in the same direction. In real life, we are just ordinary mediocre people. In addition, [Bird's Mouth] did not read Yinghe, but he also knew Li Shi and formed a band with her and held her back."

"You all know Fuzugawa?"

"You and Risa should be the closest among us, right? Why do you still call her Fuzugawa?"

In response to [Helmet Brother]'s question, Asana did not answer.

"What about the Moon Sea?"

"I don't know her. As far as I can remember, when I heard the name of Damingjin, she was already dead, on the first day of school. Tyrannosaurus said that she died in the third month after school started. I think your world line is the safest for her, so it's more appropriate for her to call you Damingjin instead of you calling her Damingjin."

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"As for the girls you know now, which ones are the ones we are more familiar with - Riyo, Haruka, and Chanba, [Tyrant-kun] and I know all three of them."

"Where's Pochi? Where's Jiandao? Where's Ichijo? Where's Minister Fujiwara?"

[Brother Helmet] laughed out loud,

"No, in our memory, we have never even heard of the Love Consultation Club. This is probably why we think you are the main personality. Not only do you have talents that we don't have, but you also have the ability to change fate as Jinguji said.

Although you only have the memory of two lives, both lives are the main personality. We suspect that you, the main personality, have simply forgotten more memories. Because, I, [Tyrannosaurus], and [Birdbeak] can only remember one life memory at the beginning. As for other personalities, they have not experienced life as completely as we do, but they also have sporadic memories outside of these five lives. For example, [Apple] has never really controlled his body, so his memory fragments are more and more chaotic. He is just a trash can for you or us to discard our desires.

These situations are enough to show that the life experience of the main personality will lose the memories of other lives, and [we] definitely do not have only 5 lives. "

After listening to what [Brother Helmet] said, Asana was a little confused about which were dreams manifested by the subconscious and which were fragments of so-called past life memories.

Compared to how many lives he had lived, he was more concerned about another question -

"Why do you and that [Tyrant King] both know Fushigawa, Ryuzoji, and Houhouin?"

"Because we are all left-wing youths. You actually want to ask about our emotional progress with the three of them, right? You don't need this answer at all, because your progress is the most exaggerated. We even suspect that you are the reincarnation of the legendary succubus. Well, your previous life was quite exaggerated."

"What I want to ask is, what happened to Busui River and the others?"

[Brother Helmet] shrugged his shoulders, his interest dropped, and he said,

"You have already rewritten fate. I don't think there is any point in telling you."

"Is it?"

Asana suddenly wanted to look at the empty screen again.

[Brother Helmet] tapped his helmet and said,
"Since no one has seen your skills, let me rest for a while, and then we can go back to the [Projection Hole]. This broken place looks endless, but it's actually a larger prison."

When the two arrived at the [Screening Hole], they talked about philosophy for a long time. Asama discovered that [Brother Helmet] was not only proficient in Kant, Hegel, and Marx, but also dabbled in Althusser, Hayek, Badiou, and Agamben, and his knowledge of Mao Zedong Thought was much more solid than his.

“No contradiction can be solved once and for all by leaps and bounds. I think the logic of traversing desire in Lacan is very similar to the logic of traversing contradictions step by step.

Li Shi also knows that anti-imperialism and anti-feudalism are much more important than anti-capitalism, but..."

When talking about memories, the usually knowledgeable [Brother Helmet] always suddenly stops talking.

Asama felt that they knew a lot of his life, but he knew nothing about them, which made Asama feel a little unfair. However, when he thought that if he was really the main personality that they envied, everything became fair again.

"Have you ever thought about taking control of my body and becoming the master personality?"

"Haha, the gap between [want] and [do] is bigger than you think. Most of us now think that after watching all your operations in this life, we will go online in the next life. You know, in our last life, we didn't have plug-ins like you, no extra memories, and no ability to communicate with everyone like this. If we are still like this in the next life, we will probably do worse than you. Of course, it is also possible that you will still be the main personality in the next life.

I guess we were all created by you when you really wanted to escape."

Asana didn't say anything else. He was still digesting what he had heard. He was also thinking carefully about the authenticity of these things.

Imagine a computer with nearly 10 different operating systems installed and running smoothly. It must be a supercomputer.

After an unknown amount of time, [Brother Helmet] once again made the hole display the image—

[Apple] His head was wrapped like a mummy, and he was lying on a bed in an unknown hospital.

He looked very bad and the Japanese drama "The Queen's Ring Finger" was playing on the big TV in front of him.

"Why are there so many stories about Cinderella meeting a bad prince? Or stories about arrogant and genius male protagonists? Are Japanese housewives so low-class? How can I find material like this?"

He picked up the tablet on the bedside table, operated it, and started watching a pirated version of "The Legend of Zhen Huan".

Asama saw the date displayed on the tablet - 20:13 pm, August 8, Saturday.

Isn't this tomorrow? Only a few hours have passed in the empty world of consciousness, but it's already the next night in the real world?
The door of the ward was opened directly.

Futami walked in wearing a scented dress.

"Shizue-kun, I'm here to see you."

[Apple] smiled brightly as if by reflex, "That's great, but it seems like Masumi's concert just started a while ago?"

Futami naturally sat next to Apple-kun and peeled apples for him.

"Aren't you worried that Jingshui-kun would be bored in the hospital alone? I'll come and keep you company. What are you reading?"

"The Legend of Zhen Huan."

"So Jingshui-kun also reads these? Which Chinese actress do you think is prettier among them?"

"They're all very average, not as pretty as you, Tsukiumi and Risei."

Erjian smiled, looked at the bedside table, and asked,

"Have you taken your medicine, Shizue-kun?"

"The nurse hasn't come yet, but your presence will be enough to heal you, Tsukiumi."

Asama watched all this happen in silence.

He still believes that the so-called other personalities are other people who are completely independent of him, and he hates this slick guy.

[Brother Helmet] laughed and said, "The Great Ming God made an excuse to go to the bathroom. You see, this is a mistake that people who don't have a solid theoretical foundation and no practical experience often make."

Asama couldn't laugh at all because the Great God found a glass of water and medicine from somewhere and fed them to Apple.

"When will I be able to take back control of my body?"

"You're the only one who knows the method, right?"

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Asana thought about it, and immediately used his psychic energy to madly impact his sea of ​​consciousness, fixing his attention on the real world. He felt Apple's consciousness and pushed him away roughly.

Soon, Asana no longer needed the empty perspective, and his figure turned to ashes like a withered plant.

[Brother Helmet] shook his head.

"What a dork."

She took off her helmet, revealing her long pure white hair, and looked up at the boundless void.

The imagined resistance did not appear.

"I'd better let you handle it yourself!!! What a ridiculous difficulty! This is not the romantic comedy I want!"

[Apple] handed over control of his body to him as if he were throwing away a hot potato.

The first thing Asama felt was a sense of numbness from the anesthetic.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that Erjian had just crawled into the thin quilt, and there was a small bulge in the quilt under him.

"Yue Hai, what are you doing?"

Erjian whispered,

"Why do I feel like I bought fake medicine again?"

After hearing two dry coughs from Asama, Futami's head popped out from under the white sheets, with a few strands of messy hair sticking to her pretty snow-white face.

"Shizumi-kun, you're awake. The air conditioner in the room is a little cold, and I want to warm myself up."

Asana did not expose Futami's excuse, but just threw a pillow to the foot of the bed, and at the same time threw a copy of "Tender Night" given to him by the Ritz Hotel.

"If you feel cold, Yue Hai, just sit across from me for a while."

Asana turned off the noisy TV and set the room temperature to 27 degrees.

Futami looked at Asama, stunned, with a surprised expression.
"Shizue-kun, is your head okay?"

The girl climbed onto Asana's body and looked into his eyes intently.

"It has never been broken."

"We were really worried about you these past two days. You even vomited on the plane. Haruka-chan said you had a concussion and rushed you to the hospital. We're glad that Shizumi-kun is fine now."

"Yue Hai, it's too close."

"But you need to get closer to see Shizumi-kun's appearance clearly. Your eyes have become clearer. It seems that what the doctor said is right. Shizumi-kun just lacks rest. Staying up late to read or exercise is a bad habit!"

The two of them were so close that they could clearly smell each other's fragrance. Asana held a book between him and Futami.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Asana glanced at Futami, but unexpectedly she did not get out of bed. Instead, she covered herself with a blanket and lay on Asana.

Asana lifted the quilt and saw that she rested her chin on her diaphragm and made a hushing gesture with her fingers.

He didn't even put away his shoes. Is there any need to hide like this?

Thinking that Futami's purpose might be to get close to him, Asana sighed and answered the door.

A tall, blonde nurse came in with a medicine tray. She looked at the bulging sheets in surprise, then glanced at the low-heeled shoes under the bed. Pretending to know nothing, she injected Asana with motion sickness and anti-nausea medicine and left the ward.

Futami's face was red, she felt that while Asana was answering the door, he also got something else hard.

"It's ok, Yue Hai."

"But it's so warm. As your girlfriend, can I ask to stay here for a while longer?"

Futami curled up under Asanama like a little hedgehog, and continued to rub his head against Asanama's belly.

"No, I'll get a reaction and both of us will be uncomfortable."

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Only then did Erjian come out from under the quilt, his face red.

She was thinking, what did Asana mean by that? Was she going to do something more comfortable?
"Yue Hai, since the medicine prescribed by the doctor is only taken now, what medicine did you give me to drink just now?"

"Well, the doctor told me that this medicine will help you sleep. Do you feel more energetic now?"

"Well, I haven't done much reading or exercises these past two days. I need to catch up now that I'm in good spirits. Is Yue Hai interested in doing a set of exercises?"

Asana opened a set of test papers on a tablet. Futami forced a smile, retreated to the end of the bed, and started reading a book.

Futami didn't feel disappointed that a great opportunity was wasted. Seeing Shizumi-kun in his normal state was obviously more important than planning.

Of course, not everything is impossible now.

Just as Futami was about to pretend to be casual and rub Asana's thigh with his little feet, the door of the ward was opened again.

"Robert-kun~ We are here to see you~ Eh? I told you~ Kozuki Hai is accompanying Robert-kun~"

Fuzukawa led a group of people into the ward to visit, including Ichijo, who had just finished his performance, and Jinguji.

Seeing Asama holding a stylus in his hand, Fuzugawa smiled and said,
“Can you study now?”

"Yeah. Shizumi-kun probably doesn't have a concussion. He just took a nap and is feeling much more alert now."

Futami, who was sitting opposite Asama and had no intention of getting out of bed, answered the questions for Asama.

Not only Shinomiya and Ayanokouji showed envious eyes, even Jiandao wanted to go to the bed and experience the feeling of sitting and lying opposite Asama.

"What was the name of the student who Aristotle ordered to compile a catalog of bad people? How many types of bad behaviors were counted, such as lewdness, arrogance, greed, flattery, and slander?"

"Thirty in all, Theophrastus."

Asama answered the questions recorded in Robert McKee's "People" in seconds.

Fuzugawa looked back at the Phoenix Court and Jinguji Temple and said,

"I said Robert-kun is fine~"

Fenghuangyuan Yaojia walked to the bedside and said with concern,

"Master, do you still feel nauseous?"

"Nothing."

Jinguji drew a card and whispered to Busui for a while. Busui nodded and asked,
"Mr. Robert, do you want to continue playing the role-playing game we agreed on?"

"No, the role play is over."

When Erjian heard this, his legs stiffened under the quilt.

It seems that it is indeed just a trance performance, and it is not what Hououin or Jinguji said. Busikawa smiled brightly.

"It seems that there is indeed no problem. I'm discharged from the hospital!"

"Ah Shui, Xiaoyao has booked a restaurant. It's time for you to show off your skills again!"

Asama looked at the [Personality Conflict Value], which was 12%.

There really is no end to it.

"You guys go ahead, Yue Hai, you don't have to accompany me, I'm going to sleep."

Asama threw the tablet aside, covered himself with the quilt, and decided to make any decision during the day. (End of this chapter)