In your eyes, what kind of talent is the protagonist?

The abdomen was pierced by a blade, and as an ordinary person, he died due to excessive bleeding, and his consciousness was already far away, but at this moment he heard such a question.

Open your eyes, no, not open your eyes, but look around.

After all, he can't feel whether he exists or not, whether he has a body or not.

If you don't have a body, you don't have eyes, and if you don't have eyes, what reason can you describe them as 'open'?

Although it seems a little silly to dwell on this, he doesn't think it's too much to look around.

It seems that you can hear the wind, but your body doesn't feel the resistance of the wind at all, and it's like all the perception comes from your mind.

I don't know if you've ever heard of the question of 'brain in a vat'.

In other words, by taking out the brain and connecting the fixed wiring, it is possible to create a 'reality that belongs to the brain'.

For example, if you look at the words and breathe the air around you, they are all made up of electronic signals, but the real you are a human brain full of wires, living in a false situation created by information.

So, the current Natsume is just like that feeling, everything is made up of the brain virtually, and he doesn't need to make any movements at all.

So, can you prove that you are not that 'brain in a vat'? I'm afraid the only way is to die, but alas......

Even if it is death, the electronic signal can be transmitted to you through the illusion message, so that. No one can prove that they are real.

The stars of this world are also good. Famous novelists too. Whether you see a message, it may be an illusion that another person has transmitted to you through your computer.

Your actions are controlled, including the birth, aging, sickness, and death you experience.

In the face of such an assumption, human beings can only feel panic and helplessness, and no one can explain it clearly, and no one can understand it.

In that case, since he is himself, since Natsume is a person, there is a possibility of being created. That's so understandable.

Natsume, who was in a strange state, forgot everything and responded to the question she had just heard.

"The so-called protagonist is a monster with excellent luck and popularity."

Not genius or scrap, but geek in between.

In the novels that Natsume has read, this is true of all the main characters.

Whether it is that continent or that firmament, the protagonist is not a genius, but a geek.

Of course, such an answer is completely meaningless, and Natsume is still very clear about this. Because he has understood that he is dead.

The moment I realized the situation. Everything changed suddenly. Natsume got his hands and feet, regained his body, and had his senses, and at the same time he could feel the pain of pinching his face.

Resurrected? I don't quite understand, so Natsume chose to continue.

Because in front of him, a path appeared.

This is not an ordinary road, but a road built between countless tombstones.

Tombstones?

Like a child, Natsume surveyed the things as he walked forward.

Truth be told, he had only seen human death, but not human tombstones.

Because to put it bluntly, a tombstone is not something built for the dead, but something built for the living, just as it hurts the living to protect the honor of the deceased, and insults the dead for the sake of comforting the living, everything has two sides.

Walking forward, the air Natsume inhaled seemed to be mixed with a little fragrance, which was a familiar smell.

Raising his head and looking at this space where he had only himself, Natsume spoke.

"Come out, stupid."

"Isn't it rude to always call people like that?"

In the middle of the road to the cemetery, a tree appeared.

Appear? Natsume tossed those two words out of his mind, and it was better to say that they came to mind.

Slowly, slowly, a silhouette appeared, and the bare branches of the tree were already sitting on it.

At this moment, Lu is wearing a red dress for a lifetime, and the bright color can drip blood when you squeeze it.

At the end of the gown is decorated with the pattern of a skull outfit and lace flowers, and the chest is open to reveal a necklace around the neck.

Sitting on a branch, he gently pulled up the corner of the dress with his hand and tilted his head.

"It's dyed red with Natsume-sensei's blood, it's so comfortable to wear."

"Really? It turns out that blood can be used like this, but once soaked in water, it becomes very disgusting, and besides, did you spray so much perfume to cover off the smell of blood? ”

That's the smell of people.

With this statement, he looked at the tombstones around him.

"Thousands of people, maybe tens of thousands, these people are all the predecessors of Natsume-sensei."

"Don't say it, I'm like I'm divorced."

"He or she died because of her failure after she crossed over to those worlds."

"Then I'm ......"

Natsume stopped talking, since he wasn't buried inside, didn't that mean he wasn't dead yet? But the flesh is an ordinary person, and in that case, it should not be able to be saved.

Excessive blood loss and damage to the organs cannot be saved by the treatment of that world.

Even if you have magic, it's not something that can work miracles.

To live is to live, and to die is to die......

"Oops, oops, Mr. Natsume is starting to think cranky again, didn't they say it before?"

“…………”

"People are the golden fingers of Mr. Natsume~ As the 'protagonist', Mr. Natsume is in danger, people will immediately come out to help, but this is the only time."

"The humanoid bug is really interesting."

"No matter how Natsume-sensei describes it, that's how it ...... anyway"

Jumping lightly from the branches, he pounced on Natsume.

Staring at the record that flew down from the sky, Natsume subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but found that his body couldn't move.

Finally, a red voice came into view, and the girl's slender body pounced on Natsume, lips and lips pressed together.

The tongue cracked open his teeth, and the softness of the experience made Natsume's eyes widen.

"Huhu, what about people, it's not human, so it's immortal, since Natsume-sensei has the ability to copy at this moment......"

"Do you mean ......?"

"It's better to copy other people's immortality, and then, become a 'demon king' - save and destroy the world, and break through the box at the same time, that is, Natsume's own purpose."

The world shattered, the space collapsed, and Natsume memorized the words in his mind. (To be continued......)