I am a god in Tokyo

It wanted to touch the girl's hair and hold the girl in its arms, but the tenderness in its eyes and the emotion in its heart were overwhelmed by the crueler and colder reality, and it withdrew its palm with difficulty.

"I'm not your father."

'Miyano Akira' turned his head, his voice astringent.

"The real Akira Miyano died when he explored the flash in the southern border of America. I'm just a fake copy of his memory, emotion and appearance."

Miyazono Kaoru's complexion turned pale, and the smile on his face could not be maintained.

She was silent for a long time, sniffing.

"I can feel your care and love for me." The girl lowered her head sadly, but tightly grasped the palm of 'Miyano Akira': "Even if you are a clone, you are still my father!"

"smoke."

'Miyano Akira' turned his head, with expectation and grief on his face.

His body changed suddenly, and then the more mature and humane Miyano Akira walked out, and in joy, bewilderment, and panic, he opened his arms and hugged his daughter.

Uehara Satoru watched the scene of the reunion of father and daughter, and slowly dissipated the power of preparation.

Unlike Miyazono Kaoru,

Miyazono Kaoru believes that individuals cannot make choices for others, and illusions can never replace real thoughts to persuade Akira Miyano. Uehara Satoru holds it, and if "Akira Miyano" insists on spreading the light, he will attack by force.

He didn't have the mind to talk about it, nor did he have the thoughts of Kaoru Miyazono.

As long as he can't accept this future, he will take the initiative to make choices for other human beings. This is the nature of Satoru Uehara.

Okay,

No need to rip your skin off.

Uehara Satoru dissipated his divine power, and the pure white dream was completely shattered in the embrace of Akira Miyano and his daughter.

*

In this world, above Qingming.

The fighter plane whizzed up and hovered high in the sky. The pilot raised the joystick, with a smile that hardly changed, like a paper doll. In the cabin, the sight was aimed at the hospital building.

The cloud bomb is ready to go.

suddenly,

The driver's eyes dazzled, and the center of his brow twitched, as if something had been pulled out of his body.

"Soul capture!"

Outside of the fighter plane, Uehara Satoru stood upright, with a stroke of the brush.

Then pull out the evil shikigami attached to the driver's soul.

The exquisite and weird paper figurine trembled in Uehara Wu's palm as if consciously, begging for mercy.

But Uehara Satoru was unmoved, he clenched his palm, and the paper figurine let out a shrill scream, and blue flames shot up all over his body, and then turned into ashes, scattered with the wind,

One last look at the fighter plane,

Uehara Satoru rode the wind and fled under the clouds.

"What's wrong with me?"

In the fighter plane, the pilot was dazed and conscious.

When he saw that he was still driving at high altitude, he suddenly broke into a cold sweat. He finally raised the joystick and adjusted the speed back, but he heard an alarm sound in the cabin, which was the sound of the weapon being unlocked.

Look down again,

The cloud bomb has been completely unlocked and has entered the release state.

He was all stupid.

"What the hell did I do!?"

In a hurry, the release of the cloud bomb was canceled. The driver quickly contacted the command center. When he knew that he ignored the order and launched a missile attack on the target building, and even wanted to drop the cloud bomb,

He only felt that his Air Force career might be coming to an end here.

*

"Captain, look at the sky!"

While the psykers who had rushed to the safe area were rejoicing, some police officers exclaimed.

Imamura Yuyoshi looked over,

Above the sky, the monster mist that covered the sky and the earth slowly dissipated, and the noon sun pierced through the clouds and mist, illuminating the earth extraordinarily brightly.

"The evil spirit is gone—"

Everyone is puzzled.

"It's not just a monster." Panting and dripping with sweat, the professor of the University of Michigan tried his best to open his eyes and looked towards the direction of the hospital.

Then it was unbelievable, and he laughed with ecstasy.

Christina looked quickly, her eyes widening too.

In the golden sunlight, the hospital building at the end of the line of sight, the gray tentacles clinging to the surface, are slowly withering, and the huge flower bud on the top of the hospital building is also drying up.

"Flash, stop spreading?"

Christina murmured.

"Captain, there is news from the Self-Defense Forces that the F16 fighter plane has returned, and the launch of the cloud bomb has been cancelled!"

The police officer in charge of contacting the Self-Defense Forces reported new news loudly.

The succession of good news made everyone even more surprised. They looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing what expressions to make.

What exactly happened?

Imamura Yuyoshi gritted his teeth and ran towards the hospital with big strides, followed by Kasumigaoka Shiwa.

The others were slightly taken aback, but followed quickly.

Uehara Satoru fell from the sky, hung above the hospital, and sensed the avatar... Since the last white dream was shattered, the avatar was in a coma, but judging from the induction, there was no serious problem.

He glanced at the psyker who was approaching quickly.

Then he made a trick and got into the hospital.

There were also changes inside the hospital. After the buds at the root of the tentacles withered, the tentacles clinging to the inside of the hospital also withered and turned white one by one, losing their vitality and vitality.

And their vitality seems to be sucked away.

Uehara Satoru walked in the silent corridor, followed the direction of life force flow, and came to the eighth floor of the inpatient building.

There are the fewest tentacles here, but all of them gather the essence of life and head towards the same place. It is a certain VIP ward. On the nameplate left on the door, there is still a name—Miyazono Kaoru.

Through the viewing window, in the huge ward, the man sat on the side of the bed with his back facing him.

On the hospital bed, the girl closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Uehara Satoru thought for a while, and politely knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

In the ward, a gentle male voice came.

Uehara Satoru opened the door and walked to the hospital bed. Miyazono Kaoru closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep. It was not medical equipment that could extend her life, but a purple-black tentacle that was gently attached to her wrist.

Miyano Akira sat on the edge of the bed with a gentle expression.

"Sorry to trouble you."

He turned his head and smiled apologetically at Uehara Satoru.

Although Uehara Satoru wore a mask and disguised himself, he communicated with this sudden stranger in an acquaintance-like tone.

"I have erased everything in the dream, please rest assured, they will not remember what happened in the dream."

The man said so, and looked at his daughter tenderly.

"You will die."

After being silent for a while, Uehara Satoru spoke calmly.

He has already seen that Miyano Akira is purifying his demon power, injecting the purest life energy into Gongyuan Kaoru's body.

"I would have died."

Miyano shook his head and smiled.

"I was able to go out of the southern border, come to Tokyo, and meet Xun... I am very lucky. There are not many things I can do for her. Xun is still young and has her own ideals. Find a boyfriend."

The man choked up, and gently held his daughter's little hand.

"I don't know which lucky bastard is able to be my daughter's boyfriend!"

Akira Miyano, like all the fathers in the world, has no affection for any pig who favors cabbage.

"Uehara-kun, can you help protect Kaoru?"

The man's expression was cramped.

"This world is dangerous after all, maybe only you can protect Xun, please!"

He stood up and bowed to Uehara Satoru.

Uehara Satoru looked at the girl on the hospital bed, and reluctantly took off the mask, revealing the true nature of a young god.

"I try my best."

Akira Miyano's face was full of joy, and then he stretched out his hand to grab the chest, but the palm did not go into the chest, and when he pulled it out again, there was a ball of white fluorescent light in the palm.

"This is my memory in the southern border, and the Seed of Annihilation I carried."

"Please accept it. Apart from them, I have nothing else of value."

The memory of the southern border, the seed of annihilation.

Even if Uehara Satoru doesn’t need things that Miskatonic University and the world’s major consortiums are competing for, it is more than enough to exchange them for one billion U.S. dollars.

Uehara Satoru only felt that the world had changed unexpectedly.

Those who competed for the flash got nothing, but he himself became the final winner after not participating in the flash event from the beginning.

It's just—

Intentionally planting flowers but not blooming, unintentionally planting willows and willows make a shade.

Uehara Satoru felt emotional and took the fluorescence.

Miyano Akira's body gradually faded away. After he handed over his core to Uehara Satoru, even the foundation of existence was completely lost.

"correct."

The blurred Miyano Akira touched the back of his head in embarrassment.

"The Baiyin family and Mr. Katayama have also taken good care of me. Can you please take care of them too? They are all good people...Unfortunately, I have no way to repay them."

"can."

Uehara Satoru held the fluorescent light in his hand and nodded slightly.

Akira Miyano showed a grateful smile, and then looked at his sleeping daughter.

He reached out, wanting to touch his daughter's face, but his blurred palm couldn't even touch her.

Miyazono Kaoru's eyelashes trembled, as if she felt her father's presence, but she couldn't open her eyes.

at this time,

Uehara Satoru moved his ears slightly and put on the mask.

There were messy footsteps outside the door.

With a plop, Xiazhiqiu Shiyu removed the door panel of the ward, and stepped into the ward first. She saw Iki Kan holding a fluorescent light, and also Miyano Akira, whose body was illusory, with amazed eyes.

Afterwards, it was the professor of the University of Michigan who was in a hurry, and the Imamura police department who searched Section [-].

"That is--"

The professor at the University of Michigan saw the fluorescence in Uehara Satoru's hand at first sight.

"Seed of Annihilation, Memory of the Southern Territory."