A strange being that appeared in my dreams, calling itself the "Siren Blade".

I couldn't digest this information right away, so I kept watching her, trying to find anything else suspicious about her demeanor and demeanor. But she was very suspicious all over her body, but people couldn't tell what was particularly suspicious for a while. And in the process of observing, I also noticed some familiar places. Familiarity doesn't mean her resemblance to "it", but I seem to have met her somewhere else not so long ago.

The appearance of the young girl, the mysterious atmosphere, the identity of unknown origin, and the tone as if it were my partner......

"Are you...... Ren Sai? I asked tentatively.

Without hesitation, she admitted, "Yes." ”

"You're not some warlock in the Security Bureau, and you're not a real-life person, but ......" but a siren's blade? My weapon? It's not easy to believe such words right away, and I never thought Sirenblade was self-aware.

"When I was in a dream, I couldn't tell my true identity, so I had to call myself 'Ren Sai'." She said, "You seemed to have wanted to hear a convenient name from me, and now that I can call myself home, you might as well call me 'Siren Blade,' or 'Siren.'" ”

"Siren......" I read the name while continuing to observe her.

"Can't you believe it? So let's take a hypothetical attitude like last time. "If I'm a prankster child, let's assume I'm telling the truth, and then let's talk." ”

"It's fine. I'll assume you're the Siren's Blade. Hearing this, I also found a little down-to-earth, and pushed the conversation forward on a familiar track, "The last time you met me, you said that your spirit was damaged to the point that only echoes, what happened?" ”

"Because you were no longer able to summon me in reality. Although you don't always maintain the form of summoning me now, it doesn't mean that if you don't summon, I don't exist, I'm just 'hidden', and only when you become completely unable to summon will I really disappear. She said, "In the past, you made me manifest by the power of 'it,' and when that power was only hot, I naturally only reverberate." Originally, I couldn't even reach your own voice, but thanks to the special environment of the dream, I was able to talk to you and give you crucial reminders...... At that time, I thought that I was not helping you, but you seemed to believe my word a little, and I was very happy. ”

"If I had to summon you with an external force, why did I suddenly become able to summon myself now?" I asked, "And ...... Why have you never been there before? ”

"If you were to summon me with the help of someone else, there would naturally be a huge gap between you and me, and you would not be able to hear my voice clearly or see me." She replied, "As for why he became able to summon himself...... Perhaps it was because of the stimulation of your true spirit at the time of life and death that I was truly liberated. Although you have suffered many seemingly fatal serious injuries during the Demon Period, you have never encountered a real threat of life and death, and it is not an exaggeration to say that there is no concept of death at that time; Not long ago, however, you were exposed to real death, and for the first time, you were confronted with death. ”

"On the occasion of life and death? Just like that, you can awaken the power of the true spirit? I asked skeptically.

"Of course, not only that, but you have called me over and over again for the past five years, which has loosened the conditions a lot." She said, "If the power of awakening is like opening an open door, and the lock of the door is very strong for other people, then for you, the lock has long been broken, and the door is only hidden, and then you just need to push it open." ”

"Since you say that you are my true spiritual power...... So why would you be an axe? And have their own consciousness? I asked, "I've heard that the power of the true spirit is only a pure force, and it is a power that is purely exported by one's own consciousness, so why do you still exist in this power?" ”

Hearing this, she actually said: "About this...... I can't give a sufficiently definite answer either. ”

"Why?"

"People are not born knowing how many internal organs and bones they have, where they are, and in what form. I'm the same, even when it comes to my own affairs, I don't know everything. "But you can speculate, maybe because I'm outside of your original destiny." ”

"In your original destiny, there was no way for you to awaken the power of the true spirit; Not only that, but you can't even become a warlock. But the encounter with 'it' drives your fate itself mad, to the point that the siren's blade, an impossible weapon, is born......" she continued, "because it is a power outside of your destiny, it takes the form of an external thing, and it makes sense." ”

"That's too unreliable...... "I honestly said what I thought.

"So...... What kind of answer do you hope for? Or do you want me to say that to you—" she said, "I am actually the good side of 'it', and after the evil 'it' was shattered, the good me was finally liberated and lodged in you, and continued to support you. ”

"It's impossible." Without thinking, I said, "How can 'it' have a so-called good side." ”

She nodded, "Exactly." It does not know good and evil, and it has no good side and evil side. This metaphor is more appropriate to describe the present and the past you. ”

"You speak as if I'm a good person now."

"Relatively speaking." She said as she turned and walked down the street, observing both sides curiously.

It seems that even in a dream, it is quite a new experience for her to be able to walk on the streets with a human body like this. I deliberately followed her pace so she could see clearly.

Although I was still expressing my doubts verbally, I already believed it in my heart, or I gradually "realized" it. Although I can't explain the specific logic in words, she is indeed something that extends from me, it is the power and half of my true spirit. From the vibe emanating from her, I sensed something that was very similar to me in the depths.

Their own weapons have their own minds...... It's like a science fiction story where an artificial intelligence suddenly awakens to itself one day, and maybe I should be wary of it. Yet there was no sign of malice in her eyes as she looked at me, as if she had also claimed in her dreams that she would be my partner who would never betray me.

"I suspect you're the one who implants the malignant factor in my dreams." I said, "But if it's not you, who could it be......

"What is the malignant factor?" She asked, confused.

"Don't you know?" When I heard this, I explained it to her.

After listening, she nodded and said: "I only sneaked into the dream after it was formed, according to you, if it was not the original appearance of the dream, maybe the so-called malignant factor was mixed in at the formation stage." ”

"I see......" I wrote down the clue.

"Do you regret it? I regret coming out of my dreams, I regret facing such a cruel reality......" she stared at me, "maybe I shouldn't have reminded you at that time." If it weren't for that, you might still be able to stay in that dream now......"

"So you just played that kind of play?" I asked rhetorically.

"It's been a while since I woke up. Even if it's acting, you might as well close your eyes and immerse yourself. She slowed her pace slightly, waited for me to come up, and then gently took my palm, her voice softened, "Just think of me as 'it.'" In this dream...... You can do whatever you want. ”

However, she is not "it".

"It" is a complete monster, never wears anything, doesn't know how to speak, and can't understand what it does.

She was different, she would talk to me in a nice white ruffle dress like this, walk down the street holding hands with me, she would understand everything I said, and she would know how to answer my every question.

In the past, I was a person with normal ideas in the dream, so when I faced her, I would feel the alien heterogeneity from under the human shell, as if I couldn't help but care about a little black ink on the white paper; But now I feel more of the humanity she shows, and although she claims to be a siren blade, a true spirit power, and a weapon, I still come to this conclusion-

She is not a "monster", but a "human".

So I can't have the slightest lust for her.

Even acting is useless, I have long seen that she is not a monster.

"Is that so? It's a pity...... I thought I could soothe you. Her tone was very regretful, but her expression was still unwavering. I really want to say that she doesn't look like a human being, maybe it's this expression that doesn't change no matter what she says. So much so that I couldn't tell if she was just playing tricks or if she was telling the truth.

She changed her words, "Okay, let's get down to business first." ”

"Business?" I asked, "Is that your real purpose in bringing me into this dream?" ”

"Yes. If you compare the siren's blade to a computer, and divide it into two parts: the axe and me. Then the axe is the hardware, and I am the software. And I'm not fully done with the reboot until today. "And as software, I also have some of my own features. ”

My attention was highly focused, "For example? ”

"Do you remember when you died with your old bones and didn't die?" She asked.

"You mean to ...... Can you support me in the undead? Like 'it'? ”

"No, if your biological brain is completely destroyed, or if your spirit is shattered, you will still die. But I can treat all other injuries, which are simply super-speed regeneration. She said, "You were shot through your heart and you weren't dead because I was treating you." But at that time, I hadn't finished rebooting, so the regenerative power given to you by the support was intermittent, and it only allowed you to stay in a checkmate state. ”

After listening to this, I was relieved of a big puzzle, and then another question popped up, "Wait...... I didn't summon you at the time, did you, why were you able to support my regeneration? It's hard to ......"

She nodded, "It's the 'hard way'." Although I take the form of an external object, it is ultimately a power that flows from within you, so there is no reason why you have to hold me to use that power. In the future, even if you don't summon me, you will be able to bless yourself with some of your power in permanent mode. ”

This is great news. If I don't summon the Siren's Blade, I'm not much different from the average person, I don't have enhanced awareness or enough movement, so I'll be very passive in situations like sneak attacks.

"It seems like there's more to it than that...... I asked, "is there anything else?" ”

"And besides, well, I don't know if you'll mind......" she paused, and added, "I can devour human souls." ”

"What?" I was taken aback.

"Specifically, I was able to devour you directly...... or spirits that are indirectly destroyed. When the target's spirit shatters, its fragments are devoured by me. She said.

"Can I understand that it means...... When you devour that soul, that soul itself is gone. ”

"Of course, whoever is killed by the Siren's blade will be destroyed physically and spiritually."

"Then it'll be fine." I didn't feel anything about this, and continued the conversation, "What will happen to you if you devour your soul, will you become stronger?" ”

Killing people and devouring souls, and then becoming stronger - this is also the royal setting in many dark stories.

"Maybe it will become a little stronger after devouring the soul, but it's the same as people who have to eat meat to grow their bodies, it's not such an immediate thing, and it is not recommended that you count on this." She said, "Devouring Spirit Fragments has two main uses, the first is to solve your battle time problem. ”

"In other words, those spirit fragments can serve as my 'fuel'?"

"Yes. Haven't you slain some demons in the other dimension before, and the spirit fragments of those demons are now stored in the Siren's Blade. When you are consumed in battle, I will burn the spirit shards to restore your energy to fullness. She calculated slightly, "With these fragments now, they should be able to support you to fight continuously with all your might...... About twenty minutes. ”

Fight with all your might, twenty minutes...... It's been quite a long time.

If I were a track and field athlete, it would be like allowing me to run 10,000-meter races at the speed of a 100-meter sprint.

And if it's an occasion with a large number of miscellaneous fish demons as opponents, wouldn't I become a perpetual motion machine?

"What's the other use?" I asked.

"I was able to read the memories of the deceased by devouring the fragments of the spirit." She said.

"Before the deceased died...... I suddenly came back to my senses, "wait, you are talking about the deceased...... Does it also include old bones? ”

"Of course." She nodded.