Great, I'm surrounded by villains.

It seemed as if something was being pulled out of his body.

That is his ability...

Or is it the life energy that the other party mentioned?

What on earth had that devil taken from him!?

"You are awake at last, Mr. Watchmaker."

Before the man could figure out what was happening to him, an ethereal female voice was heard from the bedroom.

Following the sound, what came into view was a face half covered by a fox mask.

A strange woman appeared in his home.

It's a monster.

The woman had a pair of pointed ears on her head and a tail behind her that did not belong to a human.

"Let me go."

The man immediately realized the situation and begged for mercy.

The devil in the nightmare said a lot about his abilities, but he left out one crucial thing.

Their abilities can only work in dreams. They can squander their abilities in those wild dreams and get rid of people they don't like. However, they cannot bring this arbitrary power back to the real world.

At least not now.

Perhaps all the secrets are related to the "nesting" mentioned by the devil.

"Okay, let's play a game."

"…What game?"

"The rules are simple."

The fox girl put her hands behind her back to show that she was harmless. "As long as you can walk out of this bedroom alive, you win, and I will let you go. You are free to try, and I promise not to do anything during your attempt."

The total number of days on the shelf: 40~

Ps: The main reason why the protagonist in the four-frame comic in the small theater has yellow hair is that the character setting was initially referenced from Nanami Kento from "Jujutsu". So when describing the character to the artist, I also directly told him that the Q version image can refer to Nanami and Kira (these two happen to have yellow hair). If you feel that it is inappropriate, I will change the hair to black when I commission a Q version of the small theater next time.

The fox image of the heroine in the four-frame comic is not a bug, it can be regarded as a foreshadowing of the heroine chapter later~

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 35 The Bizarre Adventures of a Watchmaker

Get out of this bedroom?

The man on the bed looked at the door which was only a few steps away from him and calmed himself down.

He looked at the fox girl who took a step back, wondering what she was planning.

but……

But it was only less than five steps away, and it only took three seconds or even less from getting out of bed to rushing out the door!

It's now!

When the fox girl glanced away and yawned lazily, he suddenly lifted the quilt and threw it at her as a cover. Now it was meaningless to think about whether the fox girl would keep her promise. After rushing out of the room, he did not intend to stop, but ran straight out the door.

For the first time, the man felt that he was lucky to live on the first floor. As long as he could run to the yard and attract other people's attention, the other party might not dare to kill him in public.

However, all thoughts stopped at the moment I got out of bed.

why,

Why did he step on the sheets at this critical moment?

The man was already exhausted after waking up, and his feet slipped, causing him to lose his balance in an instant. What was worse was that the back of his head hit the corner of the bedside table in an unprepared posture.

"Wait--"

Before he could utter a word, a heart-wrenching pain enveloped him.

A bright red color comes into view.

It flowed down along the edges of the bedside table and splashed onto the slightly yellowed wall.

"Oh, don't be so anxious, Mr. Watchmaker. There is no time limit for this challenge."

“Help, help…”

The man leaned against the bedside table in exhaustion. His injuries were so severe that even his language system became incomplete. He really couldn't understand how he ended up in his current state just because he slipped.

But misfortune seemed to have no intention of letting him go.

There was a dull thud of a heavy object falling behind him, and after the violent collision, the lamp on the bedside table fell towards his face. But what was worse was that the dented electrical wires suddenly made a "crackling" noise, and a strong smell of burnt food was mixed with the bloody smell.

It seemed like something was on fire.

The air became hotter and hotter, and the splashing black smoke blocked him and the fox girl. The man felt that his thoughts were drifting far away, and he could only vaguely hear the words coming from the other side of the smoke, "In fact, I sympathize with you. You inherited the watch shop business of your family and run a small business. People like you should have lived a plain but happy life, but the arrival of the aliens took away everything from you. They first ruined your shop, and then used some means to make you bear a huge debt. In order to pay off the debt, you can only mortgage the shop and your savings.

"But luckily, fate did not abandon you. One night, you had an absurd but exciting dream. In the dream, you turned into a monster and found the account manager who pretended to be a friend and approached you and tricked you into taking on a huge debt.

Then you killed him and cut up his body.”

The man's breathing became more and more rapid.

Thicker and thicker smoke penetrated into his body, and he clearly felt that he was getting closer and closer to death.

My hands and feet were cold, as if I was walking in a snowstorm wearing only a single layer of clothing.

The man was suddenly no longer afraid, perhaps because the voice on the other side of the smoke screen talked about his past. To this day, what happened that night still made him excited.

"The next day, you saw the news that your account manager had gone missing, which triggered an investigation by the company. You were summoned by the police, and after questioning, they eventually released you without charge. But it was at that moment that a seed was planted in your heart."

At this point, the voice on the other side of the smoke paused slightly.

Gentle and light, it was like walking into his heart and admiring the darkness hidden deep in his heart. "You are very fascinated by the feeling of killing, right? In the dream, you become the master of other people's lives, watching them struggle to survive, until all their efforts come to nothing. Only at that moment, you can feel that you are alive more truly."

The man opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end no sound came out.

If it were any other occasion, he would definitely buy the fox girl a drink. At the end of his life, he met the first person who could understand him.

September stared at the man, his eyes no longer shining, and the flames spread to his body, quickly engulfing him.

The man in front of him had also been selected by the organization.

If they could stop after taking revenge and use their extraordinary talents for other things, they might become comrades fighting side by side today.

But she would not feel sad for a lost life. Until death comes, the man's life is as colorful as those wild dreams. On the bright side, at least he has been exposed to this world beyond common sense.

"Mr. Watchmaker, it looks like your wonderful adventure ends here—"

Jiu Yue turned and walked out of the house. She had to get home before Mr. Ming Yuan came back. "Go ahead with peace of mind. One day, I will send the company and those aliens down to accompany you."

..........................................

On the other side, Duan Mingyuan, who had sent away the onlookers, had to start dealing with the aftermath.

Although he saved Yang Ping from the watchmaker, he was still one step behind.

Yang Ping's usual schoolbag suffered a devastating blow.

The pointer that turned into a blade poked a huge hole in it, and the textbooks and exercise books inside suffered a fatal blow.

After all, he had come all the way from high school to the present, and he knew very well that this level of "injury" was enough for Yang Ping's parents to have a mixed doubles match against him. It was also difficult for Yang Ping to explain that his schoolbag was damaged by an evil spirit with the ability to stop time.

This will only allow his parents to equip the +3 Attack Slippers during the doubles match.

From just a few words, Duan Mingyuan learned that Yang Ping's parents were not patient people. The child's introverted personality was also caused by the long-term family environment. The parents had absolute say and would not listen to any feedback from the child. Over time, Yang Ping no longer had the idea of ​​sitting down and communicating with his parents.

But as Duan Mingyuan said, ability has its limits.

There is no perfect ability in this world. The necessary condition for reconstructing an object is that he must understand the state of the object after reconstruction.

This meant that after he helped Yang Ping repair his schoolbag, he had to find a place to sit down, take out his mobile phone, and carefully process the damaged textbook based on the retrieved teaching materials and Yang Ping's oral description.

This is a time-consuming and laborious craft that requires his full concentration.

Looking at Yang Ping, who was lowering his head and looked like he had done something wrong, he couldn't help but sigh.

"You did a good job. Don't blame yourself. That evil spirit is not an enemy you can deal with right now."

The gains from this battle were obvious, Yang Ping's life energy broke through the 10 mark.

More importantly, this child has vaguely touched the limit of his ability.

Even Duan Mingyuan didn't know what kind of fruit this premonition of crisis would eventually bear.

He patted Yang Ping's shoulder encouragingly and said, "Congratulations, you have passed the most difficult internship period and entered the stage of becoming a regular employee."

Thanks to Zhishouduzhanbaqiandi for the reward of 100 Qidian coins!

Thanks to Xiaozhubuqingkanshu for the 100 Qidian coins as a reward!

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 36 Development Game

This was a huge project. When Duan Mingyuan finished the reconstruction of the "Outer World Vocabulary", he was already sweating profusely. Compared with when he was in high school, the current high school courses are several times more difficult.

"Thank you."

Yang Ping hesitated for a long time before speaking in a low voice.

He had been prepared to be scolded by his parents when he got home, but he didn't expect that Senior Ming Yuan would sit down patiently and help him clean up the mess.

Finally, before he was about to say goodbye, he mustered up the courage and asked, "Senior Mingyuan, why did you choose this path?"

However, the moment he asked the question, Yang Ping's gaze drifted away.

He felt that the man in front of him might be the only person in the world who could answer the questions in his heart. He had tried to ask his parents indirectly before, but the only answer he got was "Hurry up and do your homework."

Overly earnest expectations became a heavy burden on his shoulders. He tried his best to be admitted to the No. 1 Middle School in the city, but found that he was just the most inconspicuous one in the crowd. Words like excitement and friendship seemed to have never been associated with him.

In this monotonous life, Yang Ping gradually felt that life became boring.

Every day, from the moment he opened his eyes, questions, studies, exams and rankings flooded into his mind, overwhelming him and making him want to escape from his current life.

Looking back, in addition to repaying Xiangwei's kindness, he also had selfish motives for embarking on this path.

Rattle originally disagreed with him, saying that this might be the most dangerous job in the world.

He has to deal with unknown evil spirits every day. Perhaps on some inconspicuous night, he will enter an alley while tracking the evil spirits, and from then on he will lose all traces forever like his predecessors, and even his bones will not be left behind.

What really attracted Yang Ping was the danger that Xiangwei repeatedly emphasized.

Rather than cowardly choosing to end your own life one day because you are tired of life, dying in the cause of saving others seems to be more meaningful.

Dying like a hero is a way of giving an account of one's life.

“Because I quit my job.”

"……what?"

"I don't want to go to a new environment in the short term, so I might as well do something I'm familiar with."

Four years of work inevitably made Duan Mingyuan enter a period of burnout. Fortunately, the company run by Tianwaimin paid him well, and he didn't have any hobbies that required him to spend money lavishly. The savings he had accumulated were enough for him to live for a while.

Although he rated both jobs as garbage, there were differences in the degree of garbage they were.

As long as the problems of poor pay and high risks in this industry are solved, this way of working is more in line with Duan Mingyuan's wishes.

In other words, the future is promising.

Again, the situation in this industry has not gotten any worse than it is now. Just like those funds in the account that seem to have been green for a century, Duan Mingyuan is willing to believe that they will all bottom out and rebound one day.

Their high school teacher once said that as long as you look at the problem from a different perspective, you will find that bad things also have a good side.

Inevitably, the conversation reached a deadlock.

Yang Ping hesitated for a long time but couldn't say anything.

He originally thought that people like Mingyuan must have a broad mind and take saving the world as their responsibility, while quitting one's job and changing careers are more like issues that ordinary people need to consider.

"Then...how can I become as strong as you?"

"I just started my career earlier than you did, and I've encountered more evil spirits. You guys will catch up sooner or later. I'm very optimistic about you."

Duan Mingyuan did not lie. If the industry needs to continue to develop, more people will need to obtain senior professional titles.