If you go back to the memory of the pen fun pavilion www.biquge.info, at the beginning of the consciousness.

At that time he was thoughtless, lying on his back in the cold rain, with nothing on his back.

An oversized kimono wrapped around his cold body, and the fabric had already been wet with rain, cold and sticky, and it didn't have any effect on sheltering from the wind and rain.

At that time, he slowly sat up from the ground, as if he was dominating a marionette, and it was extremely difficult.

"Who am I?", "Where is this?", "What is going to be done next?", these are all things that do not need to be thought, and the moment he sits up, thousands of numbers jump through his mind, answering most of the questions that may arise for him.

And the number jù processor that automatically starts to work in the brain automatically divides the redundant number jù into three categories for him.

The first is the basic common sense of living as a human being, the second is the description of mission and capabilities, and the third is ...... It is a research diary.

The number jù forcibly written into the brain chip made him understand that he was a thing called the 'life stealing system', codenamed Youdou (优Doll), and was created with only one value - to learn the way of human existence, to simulate the way of seven powerhouses in each world, and to steal the mystery of the power of that world......

Youdou has also read that "Research Diary" for a long time, and there are many interesting things in it, but most of the content he can't understand.

The only thing that can be confirmed is that, according to calculations and speculations, the author of the diary is the master of the creation zào, and he is probably the research object recorded in the diary.

"Inspired by the Dresden slates, I started this research...... Codename 优のDoll,Twelve years and two months。

……

One body with seven sides, seven sides into one. I think I can probably create a "king", a non-human "king" composed of absolute sanity and rigorous numbers.

'He' is like the anthropomorphic system in science fiction films, with human emotions and can think with human thinking, but he is far more stable, rational and durable than humans...... Such a store will certainly not be bothered by the Weismann deviation value.

……

……

This is the end of the day.

Unfortunately, I failed. It's a complete failure."

The last paragraph is particularly confusing.

If this research fails completely, then what is "he" (Youdou)?

Doesn't the "he" who has his own consciousness, can analyze the number of each individual, and can simulate the human form to live, breathe, and eat, also not conform to the concept of an "anthropomorphic system" at all?

The existence of "he" seems to contradict the results recorded in the Research Diary.

Although he couldn't understand it, Yuto put away the diary and carefully memorized every sentence in the diary.

Including the inscription, the name of the writer of this diary, he also remembered it firmly and could not mistake a single syllable.

- Miwa Yuuri.

So, when this name, which had been hidden in the snow for a long time, suddenly reappeared in another form, he could barely react.

Along with this, there are fragmented and chaotic images in the mind, and the pain that runs through the whole body like electricity.

The mystery of the machine, the real yàn room, the underground passage, and the seven...... There have even been names that have been mentioned several times, over and over again.

The Silver King, Adolf K. Wiezman.

These images, which almost confuse him, coincide with the records in the "Research Diary".

There is no greater possibility of coincidence. There is no doubt that these images depict the experiences of Yuri Miwa himself.

Although most of the content is difficult to understand, combined with the description in the Research Diary, the shocking scene at the end of the image clearly describes a fact.

――Until his final death, Yuri Miwa was not able to make the "heptahedron" have a personality.

Because he believes that dead things are always dead things, no matter how much they imitate them, they can only produce false thoughts and emotions, and it is impossible to make great inventions and creations like human beings, let alone have infinite opportunities for evolution.

As the Research Diary says, he failed.

What makes Youdou fall into deeper confusion and confusion is this cognition.

If Yuya Miwa's research really fails, then ......

-- I am known as "Youdou", and I have personality and consciousness, and I am connected to the "pentahedron...... And what is it?

Yuto faintly felt as if something was waking up in his body. He didn't know whether this phenomenon was good or bad, but he instinctively resisted and refused to change without turning back.

No matter what he is, whether it is an anthropomorphic machine, a group of numbers, or a mutated monster, he is just a tool that can be destroyed after completing his mission, and there is no need to think about it at all.

The restless face gradually regained its calmness, and the agitated eyes returned to dead silence, no different from the original him.

Yuto picks up the heptahedron that reflects the metallic sheen, and carefully examines each line above.

Compared to the form in the image, the metal in front of me is dull and colorless, covered with a few dark brown stains.

With the power turned off and the ability to analyze all the numbers lost, Yuto couldn't make out the dark brown stain at the moment, and could only guess about when it was accidentally contaminated.

He waited in place for a while, but did not wait for anyone.

Dino, who was originally following closely behind him and was always not far away from him, did not catch up.

Not only that, but the dense forest behind was terrifyingly silent, as if even the sounds of insects and birds were cut off, and no abnormal sounds could be heard.

Alone→ without any subordinates → off the chain→ in a state of scrap firewood→ left leg stumbling over the right leg, Di→no may have lost his way or fallen into a pit.

A long list of identities flashed through his mind, and Yuto turned around and walked in the direction he had raised his legs.

At the same moment, in front of a suspension bridge at the foot of the mountain.

"Is Juyome really in this mountain?" Hayato rubbed his goosebump-like arm, barely holding back the biting chill.

"Hahaha, the air here is good, is Ah Gang having a snowball fight here?" Takeshi Yamamoto, who was wearing a scarf, walked behind Hayato in the prison temple and looked at the distribution of the mountains and forests with great emotion, "There are a lot of bright autumn leaves here, should we bring a few to Tsuna?" ”

“…… How could Juyome like such a boring thing," Prison Temple still picked a few red maples despite saying that, "Baseball stupid, hurry up, at your speed, it will be dark in a while." ”

Turning back to urge his companions, the Prison Temple did not see an unknown object floating towards him in front of him.

Yamamoto behind him saw it.

"What's that?"

Yamamoto pointed behind the prison temple, which subconsciously turned around, and was being covered by a ball of soft cloth.

“……”

With a bad face, he tore off the unknown object hanging on his face, and looked closely, it was a somewhat familiar black and white uniform.

After a closer look, there was a sudden hint of strangeness in the prison temple's impatient expression.

Takeshi Yamamoto, who was behind him, stabbed a knife unconsciously: "Hahaha, Prison Temple, isn't this the clothes you flew away that day?" It's back? ”

Jiji wanted to turn around and punch Yamamoto in the face, but he held back.

"What's so funny about you bastard! You're not the same as you've lost your clothes! ”

Yamamoto touched his chin and raised his eyes to think, "But I'll be back soon...... They didn't fly away one after another. ”

I don't know if it's intentional or unintentional MAX mockery, lightly filling the anger groove of the prison temple.

Thinking of the strange incident that happened three days ago, the prison temple was half excited and half aggrieved.

The excitement is due to his keen interest in the 'Incredible Being', and the fantasy events that happen in front of his eyes are likely to be puzzles and challenge books given to him by aliens/ghosts/parachemical beings; Aggrieved because of ...... No matter who suddenly flies away when they are studying in the middle of the day, explaining that no one believes that they are being treated as a trick/hooligan, and they are punished and "hunted down" by the discipline committee members, and finally the clothes fly back and fly into the sky again before they have time to put them on...... will feel aggrieved.

Obviously, this alien/ghost/parachemical creature who strayed into Earth is not so kind to his Earth friend.

And after this battle, he admired his classmate Sawada Tsunayoshi even more.

――It's worthy of the ten generations.,Every time the clothes fly away (dead gas bursting shirt), you can defeat the enemy without changing your face.、Full of momentum.,Even if it's treated as a trick/hooligan/hooligan and chased by the Discipline Commissioner, there's no fear.,It's worthy of the man he wants to follow!

If he knew the reason why the prison temple worshiped him so much, Sawada might have shed tears.

Look back at the eyes. Hayato of the Hell Temple never imagined that his uniform, which had been missing for several days as soon as he disappeared, would now fly back for unknown reasons.

Along with the clothes, there is also a bomb that disappeared with the clothes.

…… Wait, something seems wrong.

Hell Temple pinched the empty bomb casing, and wordlessly found that all the bombs that came back had their fuses cut off, and the explosives had been scooped up, leaving only the soft shells blistered.

…… Could it be that the alien/ghost/parachemical creature has once again set up a puzzle for him?

Unable to figure it out, and unable to find any ideas, the prison temple thought deeply and decided to let the aliens/ghosts/parachemical creatures and friends feel his kindness and sincerity first.

So the prison temple spread the returning uniform on the ground and drew a few rows of treacherous symbols on top of it with a marker.

Those symbols don't belong to any known language, but they are not random graffiti, but the "G code" created by Hayato in the prison temple.

"What did you write on it?" Yamamoto asked curiously.

"What does it have to do with you?" Hell Temple rolled his eyes unceremoniously and folded the clothes full of symbols.

After a while, the dress with the symbol written on it flew up again, as expected by the prison temple.

"There are UA markings on the clothes!" Hell Temple stood up excitedly, and unconsciously shouted out the code name he had privately set up for the alien/ghost/parachemical creature and friend, "Keep up with it (this dress)!" Maybe UA is in this forest, and we can see the true face of it! ”

At a similar moment, Youdou, who turned on the power again because he was calm, and the system automatically read the file back to the "Prison Temple Red Man" mode, caught the clothes that fell from the sky with a puzzled face.

I hadn't seen it for a few minutes, and the originally clean and neat uniform was densely crawling with curse-like runes.

Youdou frowned imperceptibly.

“…… Beggar's suit? ”