Childhood?

This is the childhood world of teenagers.

There is no castle in a fairy tale, and there is no beauty in a fairy tale.

Cold, temperatureless myriad geared machines make up his world.

The black mist wandered, then regrouped.

"When we were kids, we had a very serious car accident and most of our bodies were damaged, and so was my mother."

The car parts that were hung up by the silk thread were stuffed back, and Ning Xiuyuan faintly heard the sound of the car engine.

"In the hospital, our father spent a lot of money, but it was still not cured, and in the meantime, the mother was gone, and then ...... A man found our father.

He promised to help me on the condition that our sister become a dancer, betrothed to the gods, and after her death, she would go to the nearest kingdom of the gods.

The kingdom of God.

Speaking of luck, another god took over Liling Qingxue.

Finally my father agreed, and then he replaced half of my body with a machine, without anesthetic. ”

…………

"Ah...... Are you ready? The gloomy old man asked the boy on the bed.

The boy nodded slightly, biting a piece of cloth in his mouth.

There is a toolbox next to the bed, which is not a ......, and it can't be said that this should be considered a medical device.

Screwdrivers, drivers, hammers, gears............

"Uh-uh...... Uh, uh. ”

The eyes were dark, the sound of agitation was clear, and the heart seemed to be pierced with a needle, and then blood was drawn.

The old man picked up the screwdriver and screwed the gears into the flesh little by little, and the blood gushing out interfered with the operation, and the salt water took the blood away.

The boy didn't move.

Because.

- He's tied here in a sturdy sturdy.

………………

What Ning Xiuyuan knew was that beings who did not belong to this world would gradually lose everything about themselves.

"Aren't you not of this world? Shouldn't you throw away your memories? ”

A black mist surged.

"The master forgot for us."

Ning Xiuyuan was curious about what the principle of vocalization was.

You don't care what contract the master signs? It's too disdainful, though, he likes it.

"Then that strange man took care of me for a while, and we also learned a little bit of simple mechanical skills, and later we taught Rizuki Qingxue."

"Later, I went to school as usual, and I often felt severe pain in the part that was replaced, and when my father found out, he contacted some people at school."

"My classmates seem to be scared of my body, and after my mother left, there seems to be something missing in my daily life, and Liling Qingxue has become silent.

…………

We remember leaving a note at the time, hoping that Liling Qingxue would smile more every day, but in this environment, how is it possible. ”

"That's what happened in life."

The big gear swings the clock, and the trajectory of the events of his childhood is actually quite simple, but there is no need to show sympathy, for him, sympathy is the greatest contempt.

The ground began to vibrate slightly, and parts from the sky began to fall, and the sound of parts falling to the ground was amplified by the confined space.

"The kingdom of the rotten man?"

"[The rotten] is a god, and the authority is related to ghouls, and the kingdom of God is the same as a private estate.

It's just in another space. ”

Ning Xiuyuan nodded, "Why is the name so important?" ”

"That's not the name of the thing, it's your ID card in the world."

In other words, when you're playing, you can have different names, but the numbers will still be the same.

"So, what should I call you?"

"We want to be known, we are afraid of being forgotten.

You can call us the Misfitters. ”

Black Mist said so.

The sound of the piano echoed from nowhere, and it was clear that the parts of the sky began to smash on the ground in large chunks.

Ning Xiuyuan carefully looked at the wrong person, and he had no idea of hiding.

"So...... What's beneath the abyss? ”

If you knew what was in the dark, maybe you wouldn't be so scared.

There was a detail just now, and the misqualified person said that another god had taken over Liling Qingxue.

He didn't know that the so-called God was him.

"Nothing, or anything."

Ning Xiuyuan actually hates riddlers, and the above is true only if and only when he encounters other people's riddles.

The Riddler gets out of Gotham.

A piece of the piece fell directly above Ning Xiuyuan, but it directly passed through the entire body, treating Ning Xiuyuan as if it were a ball of gas.

There's a very counter-intuitive problem here.

If there were ghosts in the world that could pierce walls, what would be its density?

Low density, like gas?

Or is it dense?

It should be very dense, and the density of people is equivalent to water mist, which is naturally quite large, if your density is large enough.

You can walk through the walls like water mist.

The rest of the words are here first, the space of the wrong person is collapsing.

The ground began to crack, and the large gear, which was a pendulum, smashed to the ground, and the giant hand was indifferent.

"Wrongdoer, your childhood space is collapsing, don't you care?"

The black mist floated to the side, facing the mechanical puppet, and he didn't answer.

The sound of the piano changed rapidly, the tone of the voice climbed rapidly, the giant hands began to dance, and the puppets hanging from the thin lines were dancing.

[It turns out that I am just a gorgeous puppet, and I have performed all the prosperity in the world, only to find that the countless gold and silver threads behind me affect all of me]

Dolls, the world that belongs to you is collapsing, but you have not broken free from the behind-the-scenes line.

The black color spread up from the corner of the field of vision, and then covered the entire field, and Ning Xiuyuan temporarily lost his vision.

"When you become a relative, come to me again."

This is the last sound.

【You have completed the Dungeon: Childhood】

[This is "our" childhood. 】

Ning Xiuyuan's vision slowly recovered, and the soft fragrance of the earth lingered on the tip of his nose.

He was lying on the ground, next to Liling Qingxue and the boy.

The boy was squatting on the ground, looking at him expectantly, while Riling Qingxue stabbed him with a knife of resentful eyes.

"Deed...... About ......"

With this kind of look, Ning Xiuyuan couldn't bear it anymore, reached out and touched the young man's head, bullying the child for being ignorant.

But in terms of age, this young man is older than Liling Qingxue.

"Okay, okay."

Ning Xiuyuan drew a square thing on the ground, and he didn't know how to get the real contract yet, so he used this to fool the young man first.

It is written that Ning Xiuyuan should give the boy the identity of his worker, and the boy should work for him.

Ning Xiuyuan signed his name and handed the tree technique to the young man, but he rubbed his head.

"I ...... I don't have a name. ”

He pouted, and was cute.

The original name has completely disappeared from the world, so.

"I'll give you a name.

Let's call it Sadai. ”