Marvel's Dimension Store

If you think about it carefully, what is shown in the anime is only a corner of the vast and boundless world, and the time span is only four or five years.

However, Sakata Gintoki has lived in Kabukicho for more than four or five years, so he naturally knows more than just a few people in the plot.

At dusk, Mu Yang said goodbye to Yinshi and Shinpachi.

After wandering around for a day, the two returned to Dengshi Tavern, found Kagura, who was eating and drinking, and returned home to rest after a simple dinner.

After Mu Yang bid farewell to Yin Shi and the others, he walked to the roof of a high-rise building alone, looking at the sunset slowly sinking into the horizon, the darkness gradually fell, the city gradually lit up with dazzling and colorful neon lights, and a bright moon hung over the sky. In the starless night sky, the spaceship with flashing lights soars in the night sky.

The cool wind blows, and the night is getting darker.

"It's almost time."

Mu Yang stopped counting how many spaceships flew by before his eyes, and turned his gaze to the bright city in the night.

Kabukicho First Street, also known as the city that never sleeps, means that it is as lively during the day as at night.

But the excitement is the excitement, and I feel that I still have to sleep.

During the day, Mu Yang screened some candidates, and at this moment most of the people he selected have fallen asleep.

"lets go!"

A gust of wind blows, and Mu Yang turns into hazy smoke and blends into the wind, drifts into the city, and enters some people's dreams.

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In the dark gray sky, thick dark clouds rolled, one after another hideous spaceships broke through the clouds, the bottom of the ships squeezed the air to form airflow visible to the naked eye, and landed slowly and quickly...

The dark red land is barren of grass, broken blades, damaged guns are all over the ground, and stumps and broken arms can be seen everywhere.

Billowing black smoke rises, like a monster baring its teeth and claws, the pungent smell of blood, gunpowder, etc., mixed with miscellaneous smells into the turbid air.

[52.Chapter 52 Daoman's Nightmare]

Thick black clouds hung over the sky, and a foul-smelling wind blew across the fierce battle field.

The celestial beings dressed in different clothes and with strange appearances formed a crowd like a motley crew, holding sharp weapons, rushing around like a river breaking an embankment, quickly encroaching on the land and covering it.

On the opposite side is the crowd wearing armor and holding samurai swords. The two crowds collide, merge, tear, and wear away each other bit by bit.

The shouts of fighting shook the sky, complementing the roar of artillery fire.

But in the battlefield like a flesh and blood mill, there is a place where time and space stand still.

The dark-skinned and white-haired samurai embraced the dying black-haired samurai.

"That's one of the most memorable scenes in your memory. How does it feel to see it again?"

At the edge of still time and space, Mu Yang asked the black-skinned and white-haired middle-aged and elderly people beside him how he felt.

"Phew~ the killing intent in my chest is boiling!" Nimizu Jiro held the cigarette stick in his right hand, and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke rings, the killing intent in his eyes was not concealed at all.

"Give you a chance to make up for your regrets, what will you do?" Mu Yang stretched out his right hand, and a bracelet floated and spun on his palm.

Nishui Jiro was stunned when he heard the words, and involuntarily glanced at the shimmering bracelet from the corner of his eyes.

Mu Yang didn't speak, and quietly waited for Jiro's choice, while Jiro looked at the two figures in the center of the still space, his eyes gradually became darker, as if he had traveled through time.

After a while, there was still no sound in the silent space, but Jiro's hand had already grasped the bracelet.

"I have received your answer, I hope you can make up your wish."

Mu Yang turned into a puff of blue smoke and dissipated, the still space shattered, and the battlefield of fierce fighting outside also stopped, turning into fly ash one after another and dancing in the drowsy sky.

The hazy feeling gradually dissipated, and Jiro opened his eyes slowly, looking at the ceiling in the darkness, silent.

"I'm also old, and I actually remember the past, and do such nonsense..."

While chattering, Jiro raised his left hand as if he wanted to put it on his forehead, but as soon as his left arm came out of the quilt, the light on his wrist attracted Jiro's attention.

The familiar bracelet made Jiro's eyes startled, and he lost all sleepiness.

'Isn't it a dream? '

The silent heart was beating gradually, and the unforgettable and deep memories, accompanied by the sound of the drums of "dong dong dong", appeared in front of him one after another, which was his debt...

The cool evening wind blows into the house along the gap of the window, cooling down the blood-boiling middle-aged and elderly people, reminding him that it is late at night, taking away his blood and other things.

A puff of green smoke circulated around the house, and along with the wind, it went outside along the gap of the window, and together with the wind, it blew across the city and went straight to the next house.

One after another, they sneak into the dreams of some selected candidates and give him or her a place.

The cool night wind shuttles between the tall buildings in the city, and flies out of Kabukicho First Street to other streets.

In Liusheng's mansion, Mu Yang failed to find Jiubingwei who was disguised as a man.

At Hattori's mansion, seeing Hattori Zenzo's hopes of healing his hemorrhoids, he was so excited that the whole room jumped up and down. If it wasn't late at night, he might even play a passionate song as background music.

Sasaki Mansion, Sasaki Isaburo looked down at the bracelet on his wrist with a blank expression.

Seeing the group, Nobuo Imai's bedroom, Nobuo looked down at the bracelet on her wrist with a blank expression.

A corner of Edo, the residence of the Onmyouji family and the Mirino family.

The bedroom of the leader of the clan, Michiman Mirino.

In a traditional Japanese-style bedroom, there are very few decorations in the room, and there are few useless decorations. The overall style is composed of simple elements such as tatami, bamboo, stone, paper, and wood. Quietly located everywhere in the room, the room looks quite spacious, giving people a sense of visual comfort.