XX Secondary School ......

XX Security Bureau......

XX Records......

As far as the eye could see, there were only buildings with ambiguous signage, and the streets that were too empty, and the Metrons moved forward in silence, occasionally hearing the video projected on the screen of the building in the distance.

It seems that the unsupervised screen is completely full of everything.

Sometimes it's a silent and unchanging outdoor scene, like a still picture, and sometimes it's a song PV where no one appears, just a rough animation.

"awake めないでawake めないで" / Don't wake up, don't wake up

The lyrics seemed to mean something, so that the Metron people could not quietly enjoy the song called "Flower Cold Train".

I just feel unprovoked irritability, even this rain.

He reached out of his tentacle-wrapped arm and spread his palms to feel the raindrops hitting it.

The thin, scattered rain threads have a real presence, but the small liquid that accumulates in the palm of the hand seems to have no weight.

The unreal, ungraspable, like a dream bubble.

He should have been confused, he should have been skeptical, he should have remembered everything.

But he couldn't think of anything, and even this gratuitous irritability and eccentricity only briefly tormented him for a moment, and then it was gone.

Because he had seen a building that was also unnamed, but which seemed to attract him from the bottom of his heart.

XXXXX Academy.

Although there is a lot of greenery, not only the passage in front of the school gate is decorated with long evergreen trees, but also the scenery of the forest can be faintly seen in the school.

The building stands on a huge screen without a location tag.

But he had already taken a step, as if he had already mastered it.

——

"Mr. Linton, are you sure you really don't need help?"

The rift in the world, not to mention the attention of a certain marine star, even if you really look at it, you can't see it thousands of kilometers away in the air.

It's early in the morning, and the sky is cloudless, and you can see the small city silhouette and the river and the sea of trees below.

Looks... Like Anmei District.

The monstrous demon hung with one arm beneath a black and red plane.

There was a bit of a Pegasus-like ego hanging on Grime, but in terms of proportion, the plane was clearly too big.

But the two-meter-six demon didn't go anywhere.

"I hope you can help me in the form of out-of-bounds communication......" And when he saw that the distant scenery seemed to be indeed shrinking, the black flame overflowing from the eyehole fluctuated significantly, "Without further ado, I'll act first, let's switch to remote communication." ”

“… All right. "Also noticing the strangeness of the world's borders, hovering warplanes rising slightly in the cracks.

And the demon who let go fell straight to the earth in a free fall at a height of 10,000 meters.

It wasn't that he wanted to play with the thrill, though, because the black flame in his eyehole was already faintly fluttering in the high-velocity airflow.

That's the closed eye feature of this gesture.

He had closed his eyes, comparing the spatial architecture of this world with the original world, in search of a teleportation coordinate formula that could still be applied.

With Galatron's computing power, supplemented by Mefilas's teleportation ability, he had already opened his eyes before he could experience the load of the super G-force on the wings and even his whole body, and the fierce black flame was not a high-spirited fighting spirit, but a shocked stunned.

But even so, he didn't forget to teleport and avoid the absurd reason for the accident.

"Hey, hey, can you hear me? Mr. Linton? ”

"Hear, Jestis, I'd like to ask a question."

"Oh? Need help so soon? The super agent was not surprised, and it was like playing the role of the senior with the 'Grid' field to solve the young man's confusion through the screen like this, which made him extremely excited, "Ask! As long as I know, I will answer! ”

"Thanks, then I asked—is the infrastructure of this new world a complete replica of reality?"

"That's right! It's almost a complete replica, and the speculation of those police officers and gentlemen is that these spacemen are to simulate future attack facilities, in fact, not only the Federation, but even the entire extraterrestrial world is also a one-to-one replica, simulating an entire solar system, but now ......"

"It's shrunk to Earth, but it seems to be getting slower." Ormer calmly intervened.

"Yes, the whole world of data should collapse when the host was shut down, but now it's like it's condensing."

"It sounds like it's going to give birth to something, and it's like an old phone with 5% battery left," the Majin sighed, surveying the familiar stretch ......of road.

I vaguely remember that the last time I saw it, it was still in a dream.

But when standing in the rain, the memories involved are still ancient realities.

Young children stand in front of the steel jungle that stands in front of the buildings, as if they could briefly obscure the daylight, except for the large screen with a very unreasonable design idea.

Even now, they are in the same place as they were in the past.

It's just that the content of the broadcast has become something weird, as if to pull him back into that absurd dream.

There are no people, only sounds, no living things, only the movement of machinery.

It's like a half-finished game with insufficient materials, and it's just a basic stage.

And this basic stage......

He looked up at the screen, which had been a bit noisy.

"Something so far from my view" / There are some things that I can't see at all

"I can't hold it though I wanted to".

"Ah always hands stay dripping with rain".

"Never gained a sense of things I had to face".

The swift male voice chanted, and in the bottom right corner of the empty screen was the signature of the singer and producer: Will Stetson/yuigot.

It looks like some new song is being broadcast.

At other times, he would appreciate such remixes.

稲葉曇's ロストアンブレラ/lost umbrella,It's changed to a new style.,The clear and fast speed of speech also shows the special singing skills.,It can be included in his often listened to song list.。

But at this moment.

In this drizzling rain......

"What I'd end up dropping someday" / Someday I'll drop everything

"The way the drizzle knows" / drizzle feeling

"To soak my eyes within it's flow" / Immerse both eyes in music

"My breath is dampened".

"'Til it chokes my throat within it's hold"/Until it chokes my throat

After standing there for a while, the demon man, who was already covered in steam, suddenly asked again, "Mr. Jestis, will there be a world that revolves around one person?" ”

When he asked this question, he actually had the answer in mind.

A living answer is to get along with him day and night in his office.

But to prove the conjecture in the mind, it is clear that more proof is needed.

"Yes, but it usually takes extreme emotions and power to interfere with the world beyond just the physical world......"

"Words of power......," came the Majin's words in the mist, "It's normal for residents who mimic constancy to have some incredible abilities, and they usually lack realization. ”

"As for the emotional ......"

There was a red glow in the mist, and the demon's gaze locked on the location of the West End.

The world is empty, and the dead silence is absurd.

But beyond that, there are traces and shadows of someone.

——

No.

No.

No.

The empty academy, the noisy rain, the perception of nothingness......

The Metron star, who didn't know what he was looking for subconsciously, walked in the square, walked in the corridor, and walked in the teaching building.

There are no posters, no class schedules, no traces of duty arrangements and blackboard newspapers, and even the small fountain in front of the square has no place for the three sculptures.

It was clearly what he expected, but it was never given.

Servers that have been shut down are not only not generating more margin, but are even being compressed.

His instinctive search was doomed to fail, and if he couldn't find his target, he would be like a walking corpse.

Of course, stepping into the teaching building in his shape is also easy to be recognized as an invasion of dangerous people.

And now, an even more 'dangerous' invasion is looming.

Countless squares converged to form a hideous demon, appearing at the school gate, stepping into it.

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(End of chapter)