I, Zhongli, Wander the World

Sigma has a secret.

His birth did not come naturally.

Just like a flower grows from a tree, a bird grows from a shell, even a test-tube baby born in a laboratory has the process of developing from a cell in a petri dish into an embryo. The growth of all things has a process from nothing to something, which is the law of nature.

But Sigma does not have these pre-processes.

When I opened my eyes, I was in the desert. In addition to the yellow sand that filled the sky, there was only a ticket that did not exist at the station.

I don't know where it came from, and I don't know where it's going.

He was an "accident" born in the world suddenly.

Then he was captured by thugs and used as a tool. The thugs used his powers to make huge profits, and even tried to kill him after achieving their goals, just because he knew too many secrets that he was forced to know.

The world has no warmth, the world has no place, and the world is full of malice towards aliens.

If you want to ask Sigma what "the most wanted information" is, I am afraid that even he himself does not know before exchanging information with Suehiro Tetsubo.

At that moment, information about a certain "person" flooded into his mind.

The **** from another world is powerful and tolerant, standing like a constant rock, giving a home to the confused souls walking in the world.

For Sigma, who was dazed by the meaning of his own existence, it was a deadly attraction like fire to moths.

It is also because of this that Sigma, who felt that Xiao thought of other adults, avoided Dazai Osamu's gaze with a guilty conscience, and was brought back to the hound because of some hidden hope and did not resist. Even when Suehiro Teshang proposed a supervision proposal, he could hardly wait. Earth instantly agreed to the plan supervised by Osamu Dazai.

And Mr. Zhongli really saw through his essence at the first sight of meeting, and tolerated his existence as in the information.

Sigmar embarrassedly accepted the kindness she had never felt before, and didn't even dare to look up at the god's golden eyes.

"Thank you for your advice..." He whispered, but still didn't say anything about himself.

In Zhong Li's eyes, Sigma, who was already an adult in appearance, was just a child born less than a year old. The 6,000-year-old **** was happy to accommodate this little thought.

He even stood up and walked in the direction of Edogawa Ranpo and Nakahara Nakaya, leaving the space for communication to Osamu Dazai and his little adjutant who had clearly discovered something.

"Although I don't know why you lack love so much..." Dazai Osamu, who was sitting in the same place, chewed the Yuanzi and said slowly, "But since Mr. Zhongli agrees, I won't say anything more."

Dazai Osamu knew very well that for an existence like his husband, the so-called enlightenment and relief were always easy to do. The gods just obey their will and give reminders of what they should be consciously. Listening or not listening is entirely up to the object itself.

The listeners are like the children who have been playing since childhood, and those who don't listen are like the Shibusawa Ryuhiko who disappeared after being released from the supervision of the Supervision Department of the Special Ability Division.

He has no right to interfere with Mr. Zhong Li's choice, he can only look at those who have been helped by Mr. Zhong Li from behind, and focus on those white-eyed wolves who covet their own husband instead.

At present, Sigma, as an unlucky person who was pushed out on the bright side, is indeed quite innocent in terms of origin and purpose. He didn't know anything, and the only thing he wanted to do was to find a place to accommodate him.

——But not necessarily the one who pushed Sigma out.

It just so happened that he was sent to Syria for the first time to perform a mission. Can he pick up a natural idiot who is obsessed with identity and longs to be recognized?

It's almost like it was tailor-made for his husband.

Besides, the ability is so useful.

Once also a member of the Chinese family, Osamu Dazai was too aware of the greed and selfishness of the upper echelons. He did not think that those people would give up such a wide range of supernatural abilities because of the struggle of a military and police officer in Suehiro Tiechang. This process must be carried out without the help of some people secretly.

What do they want to verify with Sigma?

Dazai Osamu thought so, and lowered his eyes to hide the contemplative color in his eyes.

These words will not be said to Sigma, so the man just said a little embarrassedly: "Sorry... I just subconsciously..."

"It doesn't make sense to tell me this."

Dazai Osamu raised his hand to stop Sigma from continuing to speak. The young military police looked at Zhongli who was also drinking secretly in the Central Plains, who was in the distance to stop the fun, with a rare softness and tranquility in his eyes, "Whether it's thanks or apology, or to explain those you Unspeakable secrets, find a formal opportunity to tell Mr. Zhongli later."

Since they want Sigma to get in touch with Mr. Zhong Li, let him see how much change a Sigma can bring about.

As for this easy-to-use supernatural ability... the things that were sent to him, how could he justify it if he didn't use it properly?

After the cherry blossom festival, Zhongyuan Zhong also carried his suitcase and ran to the University of Tokyo alone.

Rimbaud stopped Verlaine who wanted to go with him, and he listed the benefits of staying in Yokohama, where the two defectors were one, two or three. The stubborn partner stopped.

On the other hand, Osamu Dazai's life has not changed because of the addition of a pendant that needs to be carried with him. In addition to daily tasks and investigations, it is nothing more than running to Mr. The success allowed Sigma to have more contact with Zhongli.

And just as he expected, it didn't take long for his simple adjutant to open up to Mr. Zhong Li.

On a sunny afternoon, the now calm young man sat under a parasol, holding a cup of hot cocoa bought with his own wages, and told about his life experience one by one.

"I'm very scared." The half-haired youth lowered his head and whispered, "I don't know the meaning of my existence, and I can't find the value of living, but I contradictly say that I want to live, So I can only find my place in that desert and feel the malice of the world again and again."

Saying that, he raised his head with a relaxed smile on his face, "Fortunately, it's all over now."

Zhong Li pondered another matter and said, "So, you don't know how you were born."

"Yes." Sigma blinked, "What I can be sure of is that I was born suddenly in the middle of the desert. As for the others... Probably the only thing I am not a simple supernatural creature."

Saying that, he involuntarily glanced at his superior.

If he really created some kind of supernatural ability, he would probably have been invalidated by his boss' supernormal ability as early as the first time they met.

"Hey—" Osamu Dazai, who was playing with his hair, lengthened his voice, "So it was obvious that I was up and down with you at that time."

Sigma paled in shock. "What? What is it?"

He only remembered that he was being interrogated at that time, what else did this boss do to him at that time!

Dazai Osamu gave the unlucky subordinate a wink, "Hey, guess what?"

"What is 'hey hey'! It's a good explanation!"

Sigma spoke with a bit of a breakdown, unaware that the topic had been interrupted by Osamu Dazai.

Zhong Li looked down at the reflection of the tea in his hand, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After that, several months passed.

Outside the Tokyo Magic High School, a man in a gray robe suddenly came.

The sleepy mantra class staff at the reception yawned lazily, rubbed his eyes sleepily, and said, "Hello, this is Tokyo High School of Mantras, may I help—"

The moment he looked up, his voice stopped abruptly.

"You... Curse Spirit?!"

These were his last words as a human being.

In the high school, Xia Youjie, who was talking to Wutiaowu, suddenly looked up at the school gate.

"My spell was removed," he said solemnly.

Since Tian Yuan's barrier lost some of its effectiveness, the defense system of the high school of magic has always been shared by the magician and the power user who can see the magic spirit. Occasionally, Xia Youjie will release the magic spirit that he has conquered to supplement it. Vulnerabilities in the defense network.

Now, the curse spirit that he used to play a warning role was eliminated by an unknown existence.

"Looks like someone who doesn't have long eyes is finally here to pick on things?" Wujo Satoru blew his forehead and said without any nervousness, "I don't think about the strongest."

"Don't say that, maybe you're very confident in your own strength?" Xia Youjie shook his head helplessly, "I'll go take a look."

Saying that, he turned out the window with great force.

The high school of incantation was built very large, but this was not a problem for Xia Youjie, who had the blessing of incantation. Soon, he rushed to the place where the incantation spirit disappeared.

Several spell spirits that were not under his control were wandering there.

"Wait." Xia Youjie, who had been a super-class spellcaster for many years, changed his face slightly, "These... aren't spell spirits?"

Those "curse spirits" are distorted and bloated, with turbid spells wrapped around them. At first glance, they are indeed the same as the spell spirits.

But Xia Youjie, who had been dealing with the curse spirits all the year round, knew that this was not the case.

"Humanity……?"

His perception told him that those distorted existences like cursed spirits were all human beings.

A lively voice suddenly sounded from the corner.

"The 'interesting thing' that [that guy] said was referring to you?" The spell spirit, whose body was covered with stitches like a shabby doll, tilted his head and said curiously like a child, "Although it is made of human Experiments are fun too, but they get boring after a long time, can you bring me fun?"

Xia Youjie took a deep breath.

"You...what did you do!!"

The battle in the vestibule broke out at this moment.

At the same time, avoid the library.

"Hey, the one in front... little brother? Uncle? It doesn't matter, it's you." Wujogo pulled down the sunglasses on his face, and his blue eyes stared straight at the back in the gray robe, "Excuse me, take advantage of the front What's the point of coming to our warehouse when you're busy?"

The back figure in front stood silently, but two strong winds suddenly set off behind him. Wujo Satoru kicked out the sneak attacking "curse spirit" one by one, frowning deeply.

"……Humanity?"

Kamiko, who has six eyes, also found out that something was wrong at the first time.

However, it was obvious that the intruder had no intention of answering. When Wujo Satoru flew backward and kicked his center of gravity unsteadily, the gray-robed man on the opposite side had already attacked quickly. Gojo Satoru tilted his head to avoid the opponent's attack, grabbed the wrist that was rubbing his cheek, and lifted the hood on the opposite side.

"I said... What the **** are you?" At this moment, Rao's well-informed Wujo Wu frowned.

The unfamiliar face under the hood was particularly marked by the suture on the forehead.

But this is not the focus of Gojo Satoru.

His gaze swept across the slender fangs that stretched out his lips, and finally settled on those completely blood-red eyes.

"I haven't heard of any human's fear of vampires turning into a spell."