Unreasonable. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThis is Dior's only impression of this guy who calls himself "Moon White", the first time they met, they were not very familiar, and within a few minutes she decided that things were what she thought, and in a way, she had some similarities with Dior. But that's all, the appearance of an arrogant and conceited attitude in ordinary people is by no means something to be praised.

"I don't have time to play with you. Dio rejected Yuebai's request.

"Well, if you don't want to play cards, you can play something else?" Yuebai pulled out a form with something written under the computer desk box, "You don't have identification right now, you don't have any money, and you have nowhere to go but me." I'll go along with your next move, but you'll have to help me find inspiration, a good deal, won't you?"

Trouble guy... It's just an ordinary person. When Dio was thinking about how to dispose of her, Yuebai seemed to think of something again, and continued:

"Oh, by the way, I keep in regular contact with my friends every day, and if I die, I guess it will be a problem. If you take my money directly and run away, I will also have a headache, I guess I will call the police. ”

"I hate threats. ”

"It's the deal. I hate white food guys the most, because I also eat white food, and it's not a good thing for this kind of people to get together. ”

As she spoke, she handed the watch to Dior, and began to speak in a voice that the latter could not understand.

"It's a game called a TRPG, a tabletop role-playing game... Uh, you should know, right? Anyway, make your character based on the information on this sheet, and..."

"Enough. ”

As soon as Dio shook off the form, she snapped her fingers, and the coin that Yuebai had hidden in the room appeared in her hand. She had always carried with her a mistyped penny with lions on both sides, and she placed it on the table, took back her clothes, and waved at her.

"It's a reward, and it's worth a lot of money at the current market price... You didn't save Dio Connor, and you didn't see her. ”

"Huh?"

The girl was in a daze for a moment, and Dioconnor disappeared from her vision, and all she heard was the sound of the door slamming, and everything related to Dior was gone. As the demon king said, it was as if she hadn't seen Dior before. But she didn't care, she thought about it for a while, and then sat down and continued her 'work'.

It may have been called an adventure, but it didn't play a role in her life. She didn't quite understand that if that person was really her "Dio Connor", then she shouldn't have made that choice.

That penny... She picked up the coin and looked at it for a long time, and it must still have Dior's fingerprints on it.

"It's so weird, could it be that it's just a coincidence?

In this world, she has never encountered monsters, capable people, and no unreasonable organizations. And in fact? God knows, she has no faith, she has no future except to make do with it, how can she let go so easily when she encounters such an adventure? She grinned and immediately used the computer to contact her friends. Friends she may or may not trust.

And what about Dior?

She left Yuebai's home, it was just dawn, carrying a gun without bullets, and she had nothing on her that could be used as a weapon. Thankfully, she was glad she hadn't forgotten English, her native language.

The smell of blood, the smell of sweat, the smell of the night mixed with desire, that is the main theme of this night city. It had nothing to do with her, and she didn't know what she was supposed to do.

“......”

Turning the corner, the shadows of gas stations and convenience stores, the neon lights and the high beams of the car, the flickering lights made her a little delirious. It was a sight that she had never seen in London in the last century, but it felt familiar to her, twenty years ago, nay, more than that, she had watched the unchanging concrete city day and night, and grew tired of such a world.

Maybe there is nostalgia. However, the smell of 'humans' in the air awakened the deep impulse of this terrible demon. Only then did she realize that she couldn't find any way back to that world. Can... This means that everything she does is useless, and everything she does is in vain.

Including the only 'mercy' that existed only in the bottom of her heart.

What is the point of starting over in this world, doing whatever you want, what is the point, she didn't live to be a wicked person, rotting in this bustling city is what she hates the most.

"Damn—" Not only did she grit her teeth, she clenched her fists, and soon, the only feasible way to tighten her mind.

If that 'Moon White' is really the 'god' who created her, if everything is as Yumi Sword said, then she will have one last chance to return to her destiny.

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“... Just help me pay attention, will there be this person on the street, well, I know you must not have slept," Yuebai listened to the phone while staring at the leftover dishes from yesterday heated in the microwave, "I know the habits of you night owls, because I live like this... Most of the time I was in a hurry and skipping work. Well, I have time to have a drink on the weekend, thank you. ”

Hanging up the phone, she immediately ran to the computer, her mind full of these weird things. The characters in his own works that suddenly appeared, the terrifying 'demon', the temperament of the blonde girl, Yuebai had felt in interviewing several 'veterans' left behind in the Battle of the Wounded Knee River, giving the order to massacre the 'Indians', carrying out the order with pain and guilt, and finally there were few 'veterans' who lived a normal life to the present. That was a long time ago, and it has only been a matter of a few decades since the declaration of American independence.

It wasn't the same person she wrote about "DIO", and she began to wonder if she had a problem with the character, or maybe that guy wasn't "DIO" at all?

Easily accepted this 'magical' reality, and she threw herself into her own career, although it was only some half-baked work, and she didn't get any money, but she still enjoyed it. Sometimes I have to sacrifice most of my rest time to write this kind of thing, sometimes I have to stay up late to make up for the work that I can't continue writing, and sometimes this kind of 'hobby' is not called a pleasure.

But she still won't stop, and other than that, she can't find anything enough to keep herself alive.

"If you can... Well, change? Can such a guy really change?" she thought about this Dior thing.

"No one cannot change, but only on the outside, and the inner temperament will not change. ”

"If there's anything worth changing for DIO, I don't think it's going to be now, after she's lost everything, isn't it?"

Yuebai began to talk to herself again.

"It's just that on the outside, she'll at least calm down for some reason after everything has left her. For example, in order to..."

She muttered to herself as she typed down characters on the keyboard. In the eyes of others, she is no different from a madman.

"Yes... She plays "herself", she plays the disgusted self, and then she plays the "ordinary" self, that's all. ”

Then, she stopped, and she suddenly realized a serious problem, even though it was her own 'character', she didn't know anything about the "DIO". What she knows is exactly what her other characters know.

That's not true... She lowered her hand and rubbed her hair irritably.

At this moment, a strange sound suddenly came from the balcony, and she frowned and looked over.

There stood a blonde girl, who tapped lightly on the glass and looked at her with a smile.