tokyo creator

Chapter 113 Death is four rows and thirteen seats

Hui Yuanchu sat in the cinema again.

Standard movie theater package: sofa, coke, popcorn.

Maybe there is a lover of his own.

Although there was thick darkness beyond the seating area, someone was sitting on the adjacent seat to his right, holding hands with him.

Huiyuan also knew that it was Yukinoshita Saya.

In the darkness, she remained silent, but tightly held his two fingers with all her hands, as if she was afraid that he would run away at any time.

Helplessly allowing her to continue holding on, Haiyuan used his remaining basic fingers to gently pat the back of Saya's hand to express comfort.

At the same time, he thought of the other hand.

Huiyuan initially remembered that at the moment when he was completely turned into flesh by the Snow Curtain and merged with the flesh and blood of Saya under the snow, the Creator's power finally met the conditions and was activated again.

Then, the hand appeared again.

——Just like the time in the Endless Tower, the mysterious hand that caught him when he was about to die and then sent him and Yukinoshita Saya's consciousness to this "cinema".

This time, Hui Yuanchu remembered that he could see further in the black fog that represented death, and his field of vision was wider.

Last time he only saw the rescuer's wrist and above, but this time he saw the entire forearm.

Sure enough, the fair skin of that arm was also covered with various interfaces and pipelines, as if it were a cyborg with mechanical and electronic equipment embedded in its body, full of cyberpunk style.

Hui Yuan did not remember that he had ever met anyone with similar characteristics.

So, who is this "Ta"? Is it related to the power of the Creator, even to time travel, and to the system?
Hui Yuanchu smelled some kind of obscure fluctuations on his body - like traces of power.

He was empowered.

...And speaking of it, where is this place?

When he came to this place for the second time, Hui Yuan would not believe that this was just a private cinema built for him.

Staring into the darkness in the distance, he felt like he could see some outlines.

It was something magnificent, huge, towering, and seemed to have a metallic luster and arc...

The silver-white shimmering curtain slowly fell from mid-air, and the movie began.

【Once upon a time, there was a young couple. 】

[The husband comes from a blacksmithing family that was once famous but has long since declined, and the wife comes from an ordinary family.So they have no ambitions or dreams, they just want to spend their lives together safely and happily.

The biggest surprise is that my wife is finally pregnant. 】

[To celebrate, the couple went on a trip to a foreign country they had longed for before the pregnancy became physically inconvenient. 】

The opening scene surprised Hui Yuanchu.

From the husband's face on the screen, although he was young, his facial features were distinctive. Haiyuan immediately recognized that the protagonist of the story was Katsumi Yukinoshita.

Coupled with the description of "pregnancy"... did the story being described on the screen take place before Yukinoshita Saya was born?

Before he could think about it, another familiar face appeared on the screen.

The face whose age was difficult to see through at a glance seemed to glance at the camera intentionally or unintentionally, and gave him a smile.

Hui Yuanchu straightened his back instantly and became nervous.

[On the yacht crossing the ocean, the couple met a priest. 】

[It's just that within less than half a day of acquaintance, the couple has already regarded the priest as a confidant in this life.

Because this priest is humorous, knowledgeable, and approachable, interacting with him is like a spring breeze.The most difficult thing to ignore is his temperament.

The age of this priest is a mystery. He is as wise and calm as an old man, but also has the vitality and enthusiasm of a young man.

The couple openly shared their experiences with the priest and then asked the priest why he was on the cruise ship.The priest also frankly informed that he was preaching.

The couple actually had no interest in religion, and the priest seemed to cherish the happy time with new friends more than persisting in preaching.

So, along with the afternoon tea, they listened to the priest telling several religious stories about the Holy Spirit Church as if they were listening to stories, and the atmosphere was relaxed and harmonious.

While viewing these teachings as interesting stories, the husband did become interested in some of the content.

He inquired with great interest: "Father, I have a question - if this world and us humans are used to imprison true spirits... then how many true spirits are there?"

"There are 50 billion humans, but are there 50 billion true spirits?"

"Moreover, the number of human beings also varies in different periods. Will the number of true spirits also increase or decrease accordingly?"

"The true spirit itself does not have the attribute of 'quantity'. You can think of it as having countless reflections." The priest just smiled: "As for the total number of human beings' 'cage of flesh and blood'... you must know that the Creator wants Imprisoning the true spirit created everything in this world, and humans are just one of them.”

"You mean, the wind, the water, and the earth also imprison the true spirit?"

"More than that. It can even be said that all kinds of invisible ideas in this world are also bound true spirits." The priest nodded lightly and said, "As the saying goes - all things have animism."

"...They are just reincarnating." The priest said softly, "The shackles of the soul and the cage of flesh and blood are the Creator's proudest works. Only those true spirits closest to awakening will be sent into the human body by the Creator. .”

The husband frowned and thought for a while, becoming more interested in debating: "Father, I still think that 'all things have animism' is too hard to accept. Do you have any evidence for saying that?"

"Evidence..."

The priest thought for a while and gave a high-five: "That's right. It's fate."

"……destiny?"

"One cannot escape fate."

"Of course, so?"

"——But in fact, in essence, the target of fate's entanglement is not human beings, but the true spirits in human beings... The flesh and blood cage will forcibly imprison the true spirits, while fate will make the true spirits get lost and sink in the world, unable to find their way home. "

"...Yeah, I understand what you mean."

"Since human beings are entangled by fate because they have true spirits - then, if it is not a person, but a cold instrument that also has a 'destiny', can we also think that it has a spirit in its body?"

"This……"

The priest smiled: "For example, there is a legend in your country. You must have heard of that name. It is a weapon called the 'Demon Sword'... That is an example of an instrument with destiny."

"——That knife has real spirit."

This time, the husband did not object.

He seemed to want to say something, but in the end he held back and said nothing.

But during the few days of play since then, he seemed to have something on his mind and was absent-minded.

But the priest seemed not to notice and still accompanied them.

——Until the last night before disembarking, the priest said to the couple: "Friends, we are going to go our separate ways, and we may never see each other again in this life. So before parting, let me give you each a gift."

"Just, please allow me to have a little willfulness - you two need to go to my room to pick up the gift separately, and you can't tell each other what you got." He winked at the couple playfully , and then laughed gently.

Like he was preparing to make a light-hearted joke that everyone knew well.

(End of this chapter)