In the black sea, Kokoba and Mora didn't notice the strange presence that quietly appeared in their personal plane. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info This obviously doesn't make sense, they are supposed to be the masters of the personal plane, and they know exactly what is going on here, until Kokoba opens his eyes again and finds himself in another world.

Theoretically, it is difficult for Xinye to have a spiritual and physical seal that works for her, and the powerful spiritual network eliminates the possibility of her spirit being strongly disturbed, and if necessary, the spirit can even leave this body and recreate a self, and even like she turned into a bunch of butterflies, it can become countless scattered but relatively independent spirits and reassemble again. And she, who has the ability to gap, will not be easily sealed into the gap of time and space, and the physical seal against the low-level god has no effect on this god.

But this time, Kokoba really couldn't understand what was wrong with him. She couldn't exert any strength, except for the strength of her body, which made no difference in the past, and the holy tattoo dimmed as if she were dead. She couldn't contact Mora, she couldn't open her personal plane, and Columbia, which she had just started before, didn't respond, even if she wanted to enter the God Chaser system.

This was not a situation she knew, and it was the first time she had encountered it in her long career as a God Chaser. The reason is unknown, the reason is unknown, everything is still unknown.

What kind of world is this? She looked around in a daze, there were old telephone poles, narrow roads, fences and two-story houses, and there were no pedestrians, but there was no smell of living people living here. Maybe it's a pure land in the distant world, a quiet and ever-changing town. For some reason, she sighed and touched the pocket of her trench coat, and the wine jug contained in it was nowhere to be found, but instead she found a note.

"What is this?" The heart leaf fluttered for a moment.

There was only one sentence on the note.

"Will you cry?"

Someone calling to her, it should be someone who has a lot to do with her. She just felt like that, and if she really wanted to answer what it was, she could only be silent.

It was just a feeling, I didn't know who it was, where it was, what it looked like, I just felt that someone was calling her. It may have been a distant call, and she didn't remember who she would need. But the feeling is getting weaker and weaker. Maybe it was too late because she couldn't answer the call, or was she no longer needed?

If it were a normal day, such feelings would probably just be laughed at as an illusion.

However, only this time, because this time, with the fading of this feeling, the inexplicable melancholy seems to be a little different.

She was really missing something, or losing something.

Is this important to her? Heartleaf began to think.

But no matter what one said, she was no longer needed.

So, maybe it doesn't matter anymore, right?

Whereas... Will she cry?

Of course not, there are never tears in her world.

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People feed on karma. To repay karma for a living, life in the world, no cause and no effect, only because of karma to exist, because of retribution to die.

If there is no karma, there is no survival, and if there is no karma, there is no life.

Karma is common sense, unavoidable, irreversible, irreversible, and unclear.

Therefore, this position is called impermanence, and the auxiliary industry is repaid.

No one will rebel against their existence, and no one will regard themselves as superfluous, but they will forget their original purpose while desperately pursuing something. And when karma is rewarded, the heart will wake up.

One person's karma will be repaid by one person, and his wishes and pursuits will gradually be forgotten and abandoned in the process of repaying his karma, until then, man's karma will be repaid, and the wishes of the son of man will also be fulfilled by the lost heart.

Then his soul will re-enter reincarnation, and the karma of this generation will have nothing to do with it.

Our peaceful life is like dust, and the waves set off are very small, and peace has been taken for granted. But even with the loss of this peace until yesterday, we are still alive. Faced with the terrifying reality, the heart is torn apart, and the unimaginable malice is stunned, such a life is also a time when it becomes a daily routine, maybe we will also forget the peaceful time, and no one will mention it again, and the current horror and pain will be taken as reality.

I thought so and pulled out my white mask. Is this ghost-like white mask a reflection of my heart? Hide the fangs behind the smiling face, and speak rhetoric to make people bear the sins that they could have escaped, the sins they didn't have to bear. Then take away the last glimmer of hope of people, drag their souls into the underworld, and repay their karma.

Yes, that's what my existence is all about.

We don't even have names, and I, the Guards, will probably have to faithfully carry out this one, important task.

When I came to this "world" that was not even small, I remember being asked:

"If you could see the past or the future, which one would you choose?"

And I remember my answer very well.

"Future."

People can live even if they don't have the past. Because as long as you recreate yourself, the past can only become a bondage, a fetter, and slow down people's pace. But I know that I answer because I have memories that I don't want to recall. I didn't want to suffer the pain of that memory, so I chose to answer like this.

So, after that, I became a "god."

Probably because I have this "qualification".

Expressionless guards always need to wear masks that represent their feelings.

Wrap the white ghost mask on your face and put on a white cloak to hide your body perfectly. We can't reveal our identities to anyone, for reasons I don't know, maybe it's something very important. But what does it have to do with me?

"If there is no one to pay for the remnants of many sins, who will come to the court? How can tens of thousands of sins be rewarded? Ghost-faced knives come to help! The world is full of mayflies, and all the ages are ridiculous! Who will punish the wicked? I am impermanent! ”

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A huge world in the sea of world trees, this is a very ordinary world, ordinary to the level of mystery is almost equal to nothing. Most of the abilities in this world are just decorations, a world that has almost nothing to do with gods, there are no gods, no demons, no magic, only some fantasy like a fairy tale, but it is the same as the earth, and the reality is unreasonable. There are almost no gods here, and the world is thriving.

She is an ordinary girl in this town, and may not have any special connection with other people, attending one of the few high schools in the town, with the highest admission rate. Unfortunately, this ordinary girl had no friends, and she thought that her life would last forever, without anything special, just like everyone else.

Such thoughts persist to this day. She was about to take out the key to open the door and go home, but she noticed that there was something more in her yard. It was a black mass, and the girl went in to look at it, but was surprised to find that it was a 'person'. With her long black hair almost down to her ankles, her petite body looked no more than ten years old, the scattered wounds on her body looked very pitiful, and her dirty clothes were stained with some blood, she suddenly had a premonition that she was involved in something, maybe it was domestic violence, or some secret organization developed the ultimate weapon like a girl.

But she quickly threw these unrealistic thoughts out of her mind, and she put down her school bag and prepared to take the little girl to the hospital, but as soon as she lowered her body, her dirty hands suddenly grabbed her.

"You... You... It is... The petite girl didn't know when she had opened her eyes, and she didn't know what kind of hatred was hidden in those eyes, and she gasped and said something intermittently.

"Ahh Yes? What did you say? The girl paused for a moment, but did not quite understand the girl's words.

“... And I ...... The girl's voice was weak, perhaps too weak, but the fire of hatred in her dark eyes was not extinguished.

I couldn't hear what the girl was saying, but a voice suddenly came to the girl's mind, and that voice scared her for a while, but the voice quickly disappeared, and she couldn't hear what the voice said. The girl, who didn't know what was going on, could only take it as her own auditory hallucination, and when she came back to her senses, the girl had already fainted. The girl shook her head and threw out unrealistic fantasies that she had to take the child to the hospital first.