Mizuki Shigeru himself is a long-established monster manga author, and he knows a lot about suspense techniques, and this kind of full-page opening makes him very envious. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"The style of painting full of impact is really the style of Mr. Ai Luo Wuyong."

Contemporaries of cartoonists were eager to break a grid in half. Decades later, the situation is reversed, in order to set off the protagonist's pretending lines, all kinds of whole pages, spreads, and irrigation are a mess.

The filling of the whole page, like the white space in an art film, firmly controls the reader's attention within a limited range. Just like this opening of "Five Million", it does not introduce the reader, does not introduce the background, but directly raises a suspense.

Those who have seen it are all fascinated.

Mizuki Shigeru opened the text.

The story takes place at a high school, and the protagonist is a high school student named Uchida. Uchida spends his days in class listless, thinking about where there is a way to get money for nothing.

(Mizuki Shigeru Daisheng has a good impression: Hey, it's not the protagonist of the traditional Wei Guangzheng?) I love this guy! ）

One day, Uchida's best friend introduced him to an interesting part-time job. It is said that he can earn five million at once, and some people even become super-rich because of this. The two were very excited and found the mysterious merchant in an alley.

The Mystery Merchant pulls out the button that appeared at the beginning, and a wooden box is attached to the button.

He said: As long as you press this button, I will give you five million. How about it, do you want to try it?

The two looked at each other, is there such a good thing in the world? Isn't this pie in the sky?

"Of course not without a price, your consciousness will be transported to a place where there is nothing and you will stay in it for a full 500 million years before you can come out. It won't starve, it won't die, it won't fall asleep, it's always awake. ”

"500 million years? Consciousness teleportation? What stupid thing are you talking about? How come the people who pressed the button before didn't say this? ”

Uchida thought it was a little funny, and he moved his arm a few times, ready to press the button, and getting the money was the first priority.

"Maybe you don't believe me, but I'm going to finish my sentence." The mysterious merchant paused and said, "After 500 million years, all your memories inside will be erased, and only a moment will pass in the outside world. ”

"Doesn't that mean nothing happened?" Uchida Road.

"Yes, in the eyes of others, it is you who press the button, and in an instant, you get five million yen." The mysterious merchant smiled strangely, "How about it, do you want to try it?" ”

"Nonsense!"

The dead friend rushed over first, pressed the button, as if his body paused, and as if nothing had happened.

Immediately afterwards, there was a ding dong, and sure enough, from the box under the button, a 5 million yen bill was spit out.

"Wow, that's five million! I'm rich! ”

The dead party held five stacks of banknotes, pressed them twice, and it became fifteen stacks, almost unable to hold them.

Uchida's eyes turned into $$, and he shouted "let me press it too", and hurriedly pressed the button with a "snap".

He thought he would get the money immediately, but in the next second, he suddenly felt that the world was spinning, as if his consciousness was being withdrawn from his body, and with a bang, he was teleported to an unknown location.

When he regained consciousness, he found himself in an open place.

It was an immense, absolutely flat space. The sky is always dark, and the light that comes from nowhere illuminates the ground beneath your feet.

Uchida was scared and shouted, looking for an exit.

But no matter how you run, the scenery around you never changes, and it is always blank and silent.

A week later.

Uchida sat on the ground while crying, "I really want to go home". His body was tireless, but his spirit was severely sluggish.

A month later.

He was curled up alone, very lonely, and recalled countless times that "if I hadn't pressed the button ...... at the beginning", but unfortunately time could not be repeated.

Half a year later.

He has accepted his fate and has begun to find ways to pass the time. Guess the boxing yourself, one's idiom solitaire, and so on and so forth. He plucked one of his teeth and painted all sorts of horrific images on the ground.

Three years later.

After playing all the games, he began to fall into a delusional world out of boredom. As soon as you close your eyes, you can see beautiful women, sandy beaches, sunshine, ...... When I opened my eyes, there was still an endless void.

Forty years later.

I don't want to do anything anymore, and all the memories have turned into boredom. He fell into despair. Countless times I regretted my recklessness and endured endless pain. There was nothing more to pique his interest.

A hundred years later.

The struggle has been given up, and the pain has stopped. Because it was no longer possible to get his attention. His mind almost came to a standstill, and it took a long time to blink his eyes, but his consciousness was still so clear.

Five million years.

Eternal suffering, eternal suffering.

No one knows how he spent these five million years, which is longer than human history.

Suddenly, he sat up, and a thought came to his mind irrepressibly.

In those short lives of more than ten years, I never even thought about what the universe is like. Why does the earth exist? What is the meaning of human existence?

Actually, this is the real world, right? The place where we live is a cage, right? There's an infinite amount of time here, and why would I want to go back to that kind of cage?

As if trying to make up for the five million years of boredom, the brain cells were moving with unprecedented horsepower, and a question that was difficult for the greatest philosopher to answer kept surging in his mind, hitting his mind like a wave.

I'm going to solve these questions!

He used his teeth instead of a pen and began to write on the ground, and after countless mistakes and detours, he finally deduced a system of scientific theories.

Twenty million years.

The boundless ground is densely filled with his formulas. His knowledge is as vast as the ocean, and he has surpassed the limits of all fields in human history.

Twenty two million two hundred seventy one million six hundred seventy nine thousand six hundred forty-nine years.

His calculations reached infinity, and the moment he put down the tooth pen, a halo seemed to be born in the back of his head, and his eyes were full of wisdom, and time was no longer his sentence, but his most powerful weapon.

Three hundred seventy seven million three hundred seventy one thousand three hundred fifty-one years.

His brain has reached a level unimaginable to humans, he no longer needs to calculate on the ground with his teeth, and the amount of computing in his brain alone is enough to surpass any computer in human history.

A slight leakage of powerful computing power is enough to form independent worlds, these worlds have people and animals, and the mind of each living being is completely independent, and the mind of each living being is his incarnation.

He is already as powerful as a god.

Thirty one million seven hundred seventy seven thousand three hundred fifty-one years.

He finally realized the true meaning of the universe.

Thirty one million eight hundred seventy one thousand three hundred fifty-one years.

He seemed to float, and yet as if he had done nothing. He dissolves with space. He is space, and space is him.

He has reached the ultimate in the universe.

Finally, in the 500 million year.

It's time to return to your own world.

The familiar feeling of weightlessness reappeared, and he opened his eyes and returned to his own world.

God, return.

500 million years and 1 second.

memory

Eliminate.

Uchida's body paused and looked at the button: "Wow, nothing happened!" ”

He became that ignorant, vulgar mortal again.

"I'm going to press I'm going to press!" The dead friend stepped forward, happily pressed it several times in a row, and said while pressing, "I never knew that money was so easy to make!" ”

The mysterious merchant's eyes were radiating a strange light: "Hehe, if you like it, then press it a few more times." ”

Uchida moved his arm and said excitedly: "Then, watch me try dozens of times in one go!" ”

Crackling, he pressed sixteen times in a row in one second!

Sixteen and a half billion years, began-

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Mizuki put down the comic manuscript in pain, screaming in his heart.

How could nothing have happened!

You've lived through 500 million years of pain!

The kind of prison sentence that never ends, which makes people feel helpless and mad when they think about it, but they have to bear him soberly forever.

And you, in this eternal suffering, have realized the precious treasure! You've become a god! A way out of a desperate situation!

But this precious treasure was eliminated at the moment of the end of the sentence!

The fall of God, the return to vulgarity, is not even as good as ordinary people-

So what is the significance of these 500 million years in prison?

Mizuki Shigeru hammered his chest, feeling very uncomfortable here. I never knew that a comic could give people such a powerful feeling of depression, and if he had known the plot of this comic, he wouldn't have read it.

It took him a long time to recover, but he couldn't help but reach for the magazine, wanting to read it again.

"Yo, isn't this Mizuki-sensei?"

A familiar voice came from behind him, and Mizuki Shigeru, who was immersed in the manga world, was startled, and when he looked back, he found that it was Fujio Akatsuka.

"Akatsuka? You scared me to death, how did you walk silently. Mizuki Shigeru patted his chest and said, "What are you doing here?" ”

"Hiroshi Fujimoto called me several times and begged me to reward him with a copy of the manuscript. I really couldn't get around, so I had to draw a short story casually. I guess you are too, right? ”

Call?

Mizuki Shigeru thought about it for a while, and his brows furrowed. Hiroshi Fujimoto, this guy, didn't ask me for help when he was in trouble, did he not look down on my fame?

Hmph, Tezuka is a series, and sure enough, my mind is greatly broken!

Akatsuka Fujio ignored this guy's thoughts, sat down on the seat next to Mizuki Shigeru, and unceremoniously picked up the teacup and drank it, "I watched it on the way over, it seems that "Shonen Jump" was overshadowed by the elementary school hall, and it seems that the sales of this issue can't be beaten.。 ”

Fujio Akatsuka, the same brother as Fujiko Fujio, is one of the many disciples of Osamu Tezuka, and the funny manga "Genius Fool" serialized in Kodansha made him a god, and he is known as the comedy king of the manga industry.

At this time, many people came one after another. When everyone met, they were surprised:

"Terada? You're here too? It's a familiar class reunion.,How many people have called this guy Fujimoto.。 ”

"Ah, Moritaro, it's been a long time, and you're here to contribute?"

"yes, I saw Tsunoda just now. Huhu, sure enough, without me, you guys just won't work. ”

"I'm boasting again, eat me and kill with one blow!"

Maiko finished her work elsewhere, and when she returned to the office, she saw the bustling manga artists here, and her eyes widened, this is literally half the world of Japanese manga now!

It's like pie in the sky when I was on an empty stomach, what are you waiting for, hurry up and contact the legal department and get the contract!

A comic submission, but I didn't expect it to become a communication event for cartoonists.

This is the good relationship that Hiroshi Fujimoto has formed over the decades.

At this time, someone noticed Shigeru Mizuki reading comics in the corner, and Fujio Akatsuka wondered, "Hey, Mizuki, why don't you come to chat?" Is Shonen Jump that good? ”

Mizuki Shigeru hurriedly hid "Shonen Jump" behind him, and he felt that he could learn some incredible manga skills from it, so he didn't want to share it with these people.

But don't forget, cartoonists are a bunch of boyish guys.

Shotaro Ishimori sneaked around from behind, snatched the magazine, and held it high above his head: "Haha, look what I found!" This issue of "Shonen Jump" has not yet been released? So you're secretly looking at Hiroshi Fujimoto's new work......"

Mizuki Shigeru's face was flushed, but he couldn't reach the magazine when he jumped: "Give it back to me!" I'm just about to get inspired! Interrupted by you! ”

"Inspiration?" Shotaro Ishimori looked up with some confusion and was immediately attracted by the beginning of the whole page: "Hey, what is this story?" "Five Million"? ”

Maiko slapped her forehead, forgetting to send this issue of the magazine, and hurriedly ordered the others to bring a few more magazines.

Soon, the cartoonists who were still communicating enthusiastically before became addicted one after another.

"What a great work!" Shotaro Ishimori was the first to read it, "As long as I read the beginning, I can't help but read it in one go." Hiroshi Fujimoto definitely doesn't have this ability, could it be that this is the work of that eighteen-year-old Chinese cartoonist? ”

"I guess so, I've never seen this genre before."

"The plot is obviously very simple, and there are even only three characters in the whole story, why is it so addictive?"

Received 5 million - 500 million years in prison - became a god - returned to vulgarity - 16 times in 500 million years.

It's clear, but it's far better than those comics with complex narrative lines.

"You guys didn't get to the point, it's a whole new genre." Mizuki Shigeru said proudly, "He successfully found the type that Tezuka didn't write, although the age of this guy is a little worse, but this time he can also have a tie with Tezuka, right?" ”

"A new genre?"

"I call it a 'Psychic Horror Comic,' and although I'm not convinced, I really can't win this work." Mizuki Shigeru said proudly, "Huhu, Tezuka clearly looks down on my yokai manga, but he imitates me and draws the yokai manga himself." Let him imitate a 'psychic horror' to see? But it's not something that a half-asser can imitate. ”

Although everyone came to support Fujiko Fujio and fight against Tezuka-sensei, I still didn't feel very happy to see Mizuki Shigeru belittle Tezuka like this.

"Wait, it seems like it's more than that." Someone exclaimed, "The fall of the gods, turning into a vulgar mortal, is it a hint to the teacher that he-"

Although the words were not finished, the word flashed through everyone's minds.

Tu, God.

Mizuki Shigeru also grew up with a mouth, it turns out that there is still this layer of meaning in it?

Seeing that it was a little cold, Maiko hurriedly greeted: "Everyone, I have prepared fruit snacks, just in the conference room next door, let's sign a contract together......"

The others nodded indifferently, and rushed to the next conference room to sign the contract.

And Mizuki Shigeru did not pass.

He secretly clipped the sketches he had brought with him and slipped out of the Shogakukan building.

How can you be embarrassed to take out such a half-ass-level thing? I'm a senior! You can't be easily compared!

After he returned, he drew a new story of "Kitaro" overnight, "Big Head Disease", in which there is a character with the line "I must be the world's number one coffinmaker!" I wanted to surpass everyone, but my body couldn't bear it and died.

Yes, it was the mapping Tezuka that sent him a direct challenge.

An eighteen-year-old has this kind of courage, what else can I be afraid of?

Come on, Tezuka, even if I can't win you, you don't want to defeat me easily!

(To be continued.) )