Light.

Dim light.

Flickering and faintly, spilling overhead, outlining dozens of cylindrical outlines.

It's like in a horror movie, an abandoned human laboratory, when the protagonist who fled in a hurry is finally desperately trying to shake off the rotting zombies, and then leans against the door that was slammed shut by himself and gasps, these cylindrical outlines will make a "squeak, squeak" sound, and then, from it, "touch!" Touch! Touch! There was a rhythmic sound of glass tapping on the ground, and just listening to it gave you the urge to flee......

"Hey, don't be like this, although I know you're all alive, but hearing such a voice in a place like this will make me feel a little hairy......"

The listless boy raised his eyelids and glanced at the silver-haired boy in the glass, his silver eyes revealing a little strange feeling in the dim light.

"Uh-huh! Hmmm! (Translation: "You think I'm willing!") ”）

"Hmm! Hmmm! (Translation: "Let me out!") ”）

Kazama was communicating with the boy opposite him in a language that only he could understand, while twisting his body desperately, hitting the glass with the deltoid muscle of his shoulder (although it was basically nothing), and making a "Touch!" Touch! Touch! ".

Although it is dangerous to do this, and if the glass is broken, there is a high chance that your head will be cut, but it seems that there is no other way to do it.

If your mouth isn't sealed, maybe you just need to shout softly, "Armored mode, activate!" "The current dilemma can be solved. However, everything is just an "if", and this assumption is only based on the premise that one's creator has not been removed and that oneself can still speak.

Thankfully, I don't know if it's because the traffickers we've never met are as listless as the teenager across from them, so they don't know if they're too careless to guard against their creators? Or is it because of their luck as a man with the aura of the protagonist that they forgot to deal with it? Or do you think it's pitiful to be so defenseless...... Anyway, the final result is that his creator has not been removed, and he still wears it as his only clothes.

"Well, I don't understand what you're saying, and it's useless to understand."

The boy was still bored, and it seemed that he didn't like the caretaker's job very much.

But I want to get out! Kazama shouted in his heart, if you can speak, there will be nothing to do with you at all!

"Now, do you want to listen to my story......" It seemed that because the continuous impact of the other party finally stopped, the young man suddenly showed a slightly happy expression, "Anyway, you're bored when you're awake." ”

"You want to tell me a story, but I'm in the mood to listen to it!" Kazama began his own special "mmmm" language again.

"Oh, so you like to listen to it, so I'll start it!"

The young man who had been lazily leaning on a cylindrical container opposite Kazama Yangyu moved his body and straightened up slightly, making himself look a little more energetic.

Hey, hey, don't misinterpret what others mean...... Kazama begins to wonder if he should remain silent.

"My family is one of the eight ancient clans in the human race, and it has been inherited from ancient times as a puppeteer, and my grandfather is also one of the strongest people in the human race - SS-rank puppet master......"

The boy suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance, his gaze through the Kazama Rising Feather on the opposite side, all the way through the distant wall, and reached the time when he could no longer remember the era.

Belch...... It turned out to be all routines...... Pretend to be listless, and then tell a story to yourself, and the result is a variety of protagonist-like backgrounds at the beginning, and in the end, isn't it just to let yourself show a look of envy, jealousy and hatred to satisfy your young heart? Kazama suddenly figured it out, so he strengthened his determination not to speak or express his position.

However, if you don't speak, you really can't get out, and if only there was a way to get out without talking......

No, the way of speaking...... Kazama felt a sudden "ding" sound in his head, loud and crisp.

Sure enough, as long as the protagonist's IQ is online, Q coins or something have already been recharged.

Kazama suddenly laughed, although the whole smile was choked in his cheeks because of the mouth being sealed by something, and it turned out to bulge like a frog.

"Don't laugh, it's just the beginning, like all tragedies, the beginning of the story is always good, used to set off the poignancy of the ending, no, it should be said, miserable ......"

The young man's face suddenly drooped again.

Kazama Yang Yu stopped smiling, you said that your "once the green clouds rise with the wind, soar up to 90,000 miles", I choose my "mountains and rivers are doubtful, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village".

His eyes suddenly widened, staring at the glass wall in front of him, his eyes concentrating, as if he wanted to gather all his divine consciousness on that piece of glass. Although I don't know if it will work in this world, but the telekinesis in the general anime, it should be like this, concentrate on it, and then, air drive.

The divine consciousness slowly stretched out, like a tentacle, clinging to the glass tightly, and then little by little, little by little, seeping in......

Then, there was a singular feeling that spread.

One by one, like a ball, they squeezed each other, pushed and shoved, stacked and glued there, leaking out, irregular spatial gaps......

Is this the structure of this transparent glass-like material?

Kazama suddenly became excited, and quickly pinched his divine sense into a crowbar, and fiercely, inserted it through the gap where the balls were linked!

"Well, don't you stare at me like that...... I'm going to be shy ...... when I'm stared at."

"Poof!"

Kazama almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood, and his serious expression that was originally concentrating on it collapsed instantly.

"yes, just be casual."

The young man let out a long sigh of relief, but he didn't notice that the glass in front of him suddenly made a subtle sound with a "click", and then instantly spread out a slight gap.

But all this, in the eyes of Kazama Hiroha, who had been staring at the glass in front of him, became like a pack of special stimulants.

Your own experiment, successful?

Staring harder at the glass in front of him, Kazama's aura became slightly thicker, and a touch of crimson slowly appeared on his face.

Almost all the divine consciousness was pinched into a crowbar and inserted into the gap between the small balls, but the imaginary crack did not appear, and some were just the voice of the young man in his ear.

"However, the good times didn't last long, and since my grandfather, the achievements in the puppet master in the family have become less and less, although there are occasional masters in other professions, but at most they are to S, and they can't be used as the pillars of a family at all......"

That's more inexplicable than being tied up and put in a can like now...... Kazama took his consciousness back, looking unhappy.

Could it be that what was just now was all an illusion? But that crack is obviously there, and I always feel that there is still some key element missing...... Or is it because there is not enough stimulation to motivate yourself?

Well, if that's really the case......

Kazama Yangyu suddenly set his eyes on the girl in a cylindrical glass tube beside him.,Although it's too dim to see the other party's face clearly.,But judging from the youthful figure of the curled up body.,It should be a beautiful girl.。

And, most importantly, people wear short skirts.

Uh-huh, so there's motivation!

Kazama Yangyu suddenly began to be infatuated, staring intently at the hem of the girl's short skirt, and his eyes were not instantaneous.

"Well, it doesn't mean much to you, but you might as well listen to it, and forget about it." The young man on the opposite side noticed that Kazama Yangyu turned his head away, and took it for granted that the other party was not interested in his story, but he still talked to himself, "Especially after the sudden death of grandpa ten years ago, the status of the family has plummeted, except for the royal family who still treats us well, everyone else is down to us, these are nothing, after all, there are often ups and downs, since our family can rise, then naturally there will be a day of decline, just like life and death, it is always unavoidable." ”

Belch...... If you're as open-minded as you are, shouldn't you stay here and wait for you to sell yourself?

Kazama shook his head, trying to concentrate.

The strange feeling opened up again in my heart, and the fine fibers were intertwined, entwined, embraced, pushed, and finally reached a strange balance, just like that, helplessly, but calmly, turned into a short skirt, clinging to the girl's youthful thighs and falling quietly.

Kazama struggled to control his senses, like a pair of invisible hands, slowly, slowly, extending his claws to the sleeping girl.

Then, the invisible fingertips, gently, gently, pinched the drooping skirt tightly, and a stream of consciousness turned into countless filaments, which quickly poured into the point pinched by the fingertips, and then shuttled vertically and horizontally, like countless silk threads, firmly sewing it with the invisible fingers.

Gritted his teeth fiercely, and then, slowly, lifted up, everything that stood in his way.

Open on, mysterious absolute realm!

Slightly, it moved, and the skirt that was supposed to be stationary.

Then, as if a strong wind had risen, a holy light flashed out of the fluttering skirt, stabbing Kazama's feathered eyes painfully.