"Do you believe in God?" Someone asked him if it had been before, and he would not have believed it first.

If there is a god in the world, why did he fall here?

But now it's different.

Sakurai stared blankly at the man in front of him, who stood in the light, a halo dyeing him in a god-like color.

On his twenty-third birthday, Akira Sakurai met his own god.

The life that is the same in the future, with a head in sight, seems to have undergone a small or big deflection with the arrival of this man.

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Akira Sakurai, a graduate of a church school in the mountains of Kobe, is surrounded on all sides by thick stone walls with barbed wire for electricity.

There was once a daring child wrapped in an insulating cloth and clinging to barbed wire and successfully escaped from the schoolyard by climbing over the wall, but he then got lost in the mountains and was dehydrated from thirst when he was found by the rescue team.

That school was a "caring school."

Caring for children who had been rejected by other schools, such as those like Akira Sakurai, who were judged to be "violent", and the nuns kissed the children's foreheads every night before going to bed, and then the powerful guards chained the iron doors.

When Sakurai was a child, he used to sit in the middle of the playground and look up at the sky, but when he looked up, it was always the same boxy sky.

He sat on the lawn and named every cloud in the sky, but the next day the clouds that had names were gone, and he was still sitting on the lawn.

Schooling stopped in high school, but no university would accept students like them, so Akira Sakurai was hired internally as a school worker.

He has his own single dormitory, but he still can't leave the campus, and every night before going to bed, there are still guards who lock the iron door of the dormitory, and the doctor says that his violent tendencies have not been cured, and it will be a social problem to be exiled to society.

Sakurai knows the real reason why he was sent to the care school, and that is because of his bloodline.

He comes from the mysterious Sakurai family, a family that has inherited dragon blood since ancient times, and when he was five years old, his elders gave Sakurai Akira a bloodline evaluation, and he was judged to be born with a defective bloodline, and there is a possibility of running amok at any time.

He was quickly taken from his home and sent to a church school deep in the mountains, and the biggest benefactor to this school was his family, and his parents never came to see him again, replaced by men in black of one kind or another.

Every year on his birthday, a man in black would visit him as a parent, dressed in a sophisticated black suit with a brilliant and hideous picture of ghosts and gods painted on the lining.

Sakurai knows that these men are the so-called law enforcers, and in this country, every half-race race is under the supervision of law enforcers, and the law enforcers maintain the order of mixed-race society in the shadows.

Some of the enforcers seemed to be casual and chatted with him, others were modest and gentle, and would bring Sakurai Akira roasted fruits and carp streamers, while others were so majestic that they dared not look at him directly.

But in Sakurai's eyes, there is no difference between them, and if necessary, whether it is a kind or dignified law enforcer, he will ruthlessly execute a dangerous target like Sakurai.

Every law enforcer will have similar questions about Akira Sakurai...... Will you suddenly get excited and can't control yourself? Have you ever liked any female classmates, do you have a catheter? Nightly or irregular? Do you feel like there's anyone around you who you hate? Do you want to kill him?

Each problem is like a sharp scalpel, and Akira Sakurai has to be cut into thin slices and carefully observed with a microscope.

Akira Sakurai never wanted to resist, and the bloodline of the enforcers was stronger and more stable than Akira Sakurai, so they were enforcers and Akira Sakurai was a prisoner.

Akira Sakurai inherited only "junk blood" from his parents, while the law enforcers inherited "elite blood".

Junk bloodlines increase the risk of rampage, while elite bloodlines give hybrids unmatched abilities.

The law enforcer asked questions and ticked off the score sheet, which was faxed back to his home along with the results of the medical examination.

If Akira Sakurai's file is labeled with a green or yellow color code, it will be passed today, and if it is orange, the monitoring will be strengthened, and if it is red...... Akira Sakurai doesn't know the consequences and doesn't want to know.

Sakurai Akira's color code was green every time he was evaluated, indicating that he was safe, and the law enforcer reassured him that if he could maintain the status quo until he was forty years old, he would be freed, and that the law enforcement officers would no longer question him through tempered glass, but would only visit his home once a year.

Forty years old? But who else wants to start a family with him at the age of forty? Forty-year-old Akira Sakurai has nothing to do and has never left the school in the mountains, an uncle who has aged before he has time to grow up, and a lonely widow with no relatives.

On his twenty-third birthday, after the law enforcers left, Akira Sakurai stood in the shower and rinsed his body with the coldest water.

"Do you believe in God?" Suddenly a man appeared in his room that night.

The man was dressed in a black suit and sat lazily in a chair, and the moment Sakurai Akira tried to see him clearly, the lights in the hall suddenly went out, and the guards behind him seemed to be completely unaware.

Only the small incandescent lamp in his room, which shone blindingly above the man's head.

The god was hidden in the shadows, and Sakurai couldn't see his face clearly.

"I believe ......," Sakurai whispered.

"Are you willing to live like this?" God said that his voice seemed to come from far away, so gentle, but his majesty was greater than that of a magistrate.

He sat there simply, but it was as if he were on a throne.

"No...... I don't want to! Sakurai replied subconsciously, "I didn't do anything wrong!" ”

"Then how about taking out your soul and making a deal with me." The man smiled grimly, and the pair of crimson golden boys was no longer gentle, but replaced by an unspeakable tyranny.

Soul...... Trade......

Sakurai Akira couldn't help but have a question in his mind, is he really a god? Or the devil crawling out of the depths of hell? Would any god offer a condition of trading souls as a bargaining chip?

It doesn't matter, at this moment, the man appears in front of Sakurai Akira, the man is Sakurai Akira's god, Sakurai Akira once made a wish, if anyone can pull him out of this life that can be seen at a glance, then he can do anything for that person.

"I'm willing to ......," Sakurai whispered.

"Good." The smile on the corner of the man's mouth widened, and he stretched out a hand.

Sakurai put his palm up, and at that moment, he felt that something was missing in his body, and something was more.

"From now on, you will be my tool." The man withdrew his hand, stood up, and looked at him condescendingly, "I don't like tools that don't listen to me, can you understand?" ”

"Yes, I understand." Akira Sakurai knelt down on one knee, "I will definitely be a useful tool for you." ”

"Good." The man nodded, "You'll stay here until I get my next instructions." ”

"Yes." Sakurai said, trembling, no longer daring to look up at the man's eyes.

God slowly departed from him, the lights came back on, and everything was like a dream.

I don't know how long it took, but Sakurai lay down on the bed and looked at his hands.

"Is it a dream?" He muttered to himself that the night was so silent that it seemed as if even the owl had fallen asleep.

No! Not a dream!

In the darkness, Sakurai's child hole lit up and burned, and even the blood on his body was burning.

What the man had done in his body, Sakurai didn't know, but his lineage was clearly awakened, and it was extremely stable, every cell in his body seemed to wake up from a deep sleep, and power surged in his veins like a tidal wave.

Sometimes he suddenly woke up from his dreams, looked up at the bright moon outside the iron window, and felt that he was standing at the center of the world, the master of everything.

Just like the man under the light promised, Akira Sakurai got what he dreamed of...... Confidence, strength and a life of your own.

"God, did you hear my prayer?" He prayed to the heavens countless times that the gods would take care of him again, even if it was a little, and he wanted to do something for the gods.

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"Mingjun, what are you writing?" The woman leaned down to ask him, pulled the hair from her ear, and moved gently and gently,

"My own." Sakurai said that he didn't want Nami to see what he had written, because it was really naïve, childish like a fairy tale written by an elementary school student.

Nami, twenty-nine years old, used to be Akira Sakurai's teacher. When Sakurai Akira was a student, he was very attracted to Nami, who was the most beautiful woman he could ever meet.

But he was so far away from Nami, so far out of reach, the only thing he could do was to mistreat as much as possible and make Nami angrily scold him.

After becoming a colonel, Sakurai Akira never thought about being close to Nami, let alone having her, he would always be just a naïve child in front of Nami.

"It's okay, you can show me, the teacher won't laugh at you." Nami smiled, and even though Akira Sakurai had graduated for a long time, she was still used to calling herself a teacher in front of him.

Akira Sakurai was a little shy and handed the notebook to Nami.

"Let's go, let's go out and watch in the sun." Nami took his hand and ran in small steps.

Today is a good day, the sun outside is very bright, feel the softness of the palms...... Nami's hand is much smaller than his, and at this moment it is not so much Nami pulling him, but as if he is holding Nami, Sakurai's heart moves, he has spent many years fantasizing about his love with the female teacher.

And Nami is indeed a good teacher, sometimes she is so angry that she scolds Sakurai Akira for his stubbornness, but after scolding, she will take Sakurai Akira to the teaching and research room, patiently speak to him in the light of the setting sun, and gently stroke the top of his head.

After Akira Sakurai graduated and became a school worker, Nami was the first person among the volunteers to greet him, and Nami brought him a lunch box as a gift for his first day at work, with a well-steamed egg custard and plum rice.

At lunchtime that day, Nami sat across from him, smiling as he gobbled up the bento he had made.

"Do you like to eat?" Nami asked him.

"Hmmm! Like! Sakurai said that the bento had been swept away by him.

"Then the teacher will often cook it for you in the future, okay?" Nami tilted her head, even though she was almost thirty years old, she inadvertently acted like a little girl.

She has always been an innocent and kind woman, Sakurai Akira sometimes thinks, but it is also true that if it were other women, she would not even think about running to this ravine school to volunteer, only a woman who is romantic enough will be like this.

So Sakurai Akira also contains a trace of respect in his vision, and he hopes that Nami can live innocently and happily all the time, with all the beauty of life, and not have to be like him, only looking up at the bright moon in the iron window in the dead of night every night.

"Yes...... Is that possible? Akira Sakurai stammered.

"Absolutely." Nami raised her small fist again, "It's just one more person's meal, and the teacher is very good at cooking." ”

So until now, Nami often brings him a bento that she made herself.

"Isn't that very well written?" Nami squinted and read it.

Her side face glows softly in the sunlight, but in Sakurai's eyes, even the sunlight fades compared to her side face.

Myself and her now...... Is it possible?

It's better not to be amorous, Sakurai thought, maybe she already has a boyfriend, maybe even married and has children, and it is normal for a twenty-nine-year-old woman to get married and have children.

"Hey, samurai Akira Sakurai." Nami tapped him with her finger, "Are you listening to the teacher?" ”

"Here!" Akira Sakurai shouted excitedly.

In the past, Nami always pointed his finger at his head when he was distracted in class.

"I said, your writing is very good." Nami closed the notebook, "Why don't you show it to the teacher, the teacher may be able to help you refer to it and come up with some ideas." ”

"Uh...... I think it's too childish......" Sakurai said dryly.

"No." Nami shook her head, "You see, the protagonist of the story is also named Akira Sakurai, a chivalrous samurai, and everywhere he goes, all ugliness has been eliminated, leaving happiness and fulfillment...... This represents the beauty in your heart, and the story is not just to write what is in your heart. ”

"Such a Ming Jun is very handsome!" Nami shoved the notebook into his arms.

Damn, how to answer? Sakurai Akira thought, this dialogue mode is simply a Japanese drama in the 80s of the 20th century, where a beautiful female teacher encourages autistic students? What bloody plot?

At this time, Sakurai remembered that in fact, he rarely talked to girls in his life, and his way to understand the outside world was only to watch Japanese dramas, in that single bedroom, in the long night, in a daze at the screen.

He didn't think he was really handsome in her mind, maybe it was just Nami's words of encouragement, and a person like him couldn't talk about the word "handsome", let alone deserve it.

"I like this very much......" Nami whispered, glancing slightly sideways at Sakurai's face.