Sawada Tsunayoshi's consciousness was in the ups and downs.

The moment he closed his eyes, he finally fell into a deep sleep.

The three years of non-stop work had put a huge strain on his body and mind. Just as the lovely Shiho complained, if he continued like this, he would die suddenly one day.

However, Sawada Tsunayoshi was not sure whether this could be considered sudden death - but it had nothing to do with him.

Sawada Tsunayoshi wondered how long he rested in this sea that was like a mother's embrace before he finally opened his eyes.

What meets the eye is the bright sunlight.

He sat up and found himself lying on a shallow beach.

The sea water was all around him, lapping at his body like waves, but surprisingly it was not cold, but instead had a joyful warmth.

Sawada Tsunayoshi stood up, all the fatigue around him was washed away, and his body felt light, as if he could float up at the next moment.

Oh no, wait, he seems to be actually floating?

To his horror, Sawada Tsunayoshi found himself floating upwards, away from the sea and the ground, and his body seemed to consist of only a 21g soul, rising continuously.

He raised his eyes and looked down at the land, and found that there was nothing but sea and beach here, no trees or cities, and it was deserted.

And he rose upwards, raised his head, and saw a beautiful blue planet.

It was a beautiful planet that he had seen countless times, but it shouldn't be in this situation. Tsunayoshi Sawada realized belatedly that he was on an unknown planet, looking at the Earth from afar.

...Even if this is a dream, this is too outrageous.

Sawada Tsunayoshi complained in his heart when he vaguely heard someone calling his name.

There is no doubt that he was surprised and delighted for a moment, but when he looked in the direction of the sound, he did not see any familiar figure.

Just one... thing with fluttering feathery wings.

From Tsunayoshi Sawada's perspective, he could only see a pair of large white wings flapping. The other party seemed to be diving upward while calling him, and the speed was dangerous. The Godfather, who had never experienced high-altitude driving, felt like he was about to have a car crash.

The opponent rushed at him almost at a 90-degree angle, and Sawada Tsunayoshi closed his eyes subconsciously.

However, the expected car crash did not occur, and the two people collided like two huge bubbles colliding.

Tsunayoshi Sawada could feel himself being gently carried very, very far away, and then he woke up again.

…

He was in the liquid again.

Different from the comfortable and warm shallow beach, it was cold and sticky here. Sawada Tsunayoshi's hands were tied in front of him, and a mask was fastened on his face, which probably provided breathing and had some strange function. It was fastened from the bridge of his nose, covering half of the Godfather's face tightly.

Tiny bubbles escaped from his mouth as he breathed, showing signs of his existence.

But no one even glanced at the jar, which was usually closely watched.

Because of Japan's defeat in the war, they had to pack up their bags and return to their homeland in a hurry like a bereaved dog.

Where will these people recruited for the war go after the war fails? This is always a heavy shadow in the hearts of everyone in this laboratory.

“What a pity.”

While they were cleaning up, a young man in a white lab coat touched the glass warehouse where Tsunayoshi Sawada was locked with one hand, and his eyes fixed on the brown-haired boy with a hint of pity and obsession.

"Hurry up and pack up," someone hurriedly passed by him with a cardboard box in his arms. Hearing this, he looked up at the experimental subject and snorted coldly, "What's so regrettable?"

His face was a little distorted. Yes, anyone who was drafted into a special research department of a military unit that was said to have a bright future from the beginning of the war, buried himself in research but did not get any results until the end of the war, would not have a good face.

How happy they were when this project was seen as the key to turning the tide of the war, how upset they were now forced to leave in disgrace. And who knows what the future will be like... Even if the anger of those big shots at the top leans even a little bit, it will be enough to make these little guys drink a pot of wine.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glare at the experimental subject who knew nothing about the future, and snorted viciously.

The person standing next to him grabbed him and said, "Hey!"

The two men left in a noisy manner. They were the last two people in the laboratory. When they left with their respective cardboard boxes, only a huge glass jar was left in the once busy laboratory.

The brown-haired boy was floating in the air, oblivious to the discussions outside. He just trembled his eyelids slightly when the door was slammed shut viciously.

He is about to wake up.

"Speaking of which, what are we going to do here after we leave?" The voices of two researchers who had not yet left the door came from outside, as if they were worried about where to go in the future, "What about that monster?"

"The boss said someone will come and take care of it," the voice said, getting farther and farther away. "Someone will come...it's just a matter of a few bombs."

Their voices gradually faded away, until not even the sound of their footsteps remained.

Sawada Tsunayoshi's eyelashes trembled, but they never opened completely.

He breathed slowly, feeling weaker than ever before.

After an unknown amount of time, the door opened from the outside.

Sawada Tsunayoshi tried hard to open his eyes and look at the person who came.

Then, the beautiful monster sealed in the glass jar opened its eyes.

Perhaps until the moment of his death, Mori Ougai will never forget what happened on that day.

In the dim room, the "Torch Project" that had been hastily escaping due to defeat was forced to stop.

The researchers took away personal belongings and some research data, but most of the less core things were left here.

He sneaked in secretly.

Similarly, Mori Ooga, who knew that the foreseeable future would not be easy, had already heard of the so-called "Torch Project".

Similar to countless previous parodies, this experiment was another deification experiment secretly organized in Japan after hearing about foreign experiments on artificial gods.

In the imagination of those guys, this should be a spear that can break through all the difficulties currently faced by the empire like the corona. They awe-inspiringly called the experimental subject "Amaterasu" and diligently debugged it, hoping that before the end of the war, they could use man-made weapons that could fight against the Beyonders and bring victory to Japan.

However, the war ended before this ambition could be realized.

And this grand plan that had been going on for a long time had to be hastily ended, and even had a sense of failure - the reason was simple, the post-war reckoning would soon be imposed by the victorious country, and if their sneaky activities were discovered...by then, whether it was the victorious country or domestic public opinion, the powerful people behind the scenes would probably suffer a heavy blow.

Mori Ougai came here to "pick up leaks" precisely because he knew this.

There are only five minutes left before the explosion. Between watching these upper-level good-for-nothings destroy the valuable information and sneaking in to pick up the leaks himself, Mori Ougai, the initiator of the "Undead Legion" plan that is about to be under control, chose the former.

So he opened the door.

What comes into view is a huge experimental cabin.

Something like a can stood in the middle of the room. The power around it had been turned off, leaving only the fluorescent ring of the can, shining up and down, barely lighting up the sealed experimental object.

It was a boy with short brown hair, wearing loose white clothes, and floating in the nutrient solution. His face was pale and he looked a little thin, and he didn't look like the "artificial god" that was being created in the legend.

But what about the gods?

After being abandoned by believers, isn't this the only possible situation?

Mori Ougai only took a quick glance and then turned his attention to where the researchers stored the data.

He flipped through the documents quickly, tearing off some of them and putting them in his bag, while others were deeply engraved in his mind through his extraordinary memory.

When turning to a certain page, the black-haired young man's fingers suddenly trembled.

There was a sound of a bomb going off outside the door. The explosion, which was originally scheduled to happen in five minutes, happened earlier for some reason.

Sen Ou's heart tightened and he ran outside in a hurry, but the explosion came too fast. He turned around when the ground shook and tried his best to find shelter.

He looked back hastily, his black hair flying in arcs in the air.

It was in this blink of an eye that Sen Ou saw it.

The beautiful beast that had been declared ineffective slowly raised its head amid the explosion.

The black respirator covered his mouth and nose, and his brown hair floated upward with the water. The moment the young man opened his eyes, he suddenly had the illusion that he was locked by something absolutely irresistible.

【danger.】

【Run away. 】

[If I don’t run away…]

Boom————

The sound of explosions rose into the sky. Mori Ou had not yet taken shelter because the beast had awakened. He closed his eyes and could only curl himself up.

What an unlucky man.

When the heat wave hit, Mori Ogai couldn't help but think that he was such an unlucky man to die in an explosion on the day he was about to be fired.

However, the expected pain did not come.

A weak hand grabbed him.

Sen Ouwai couldn't help but open his eyes and saw that his feet were already in the air. Before the explosion came, he was caught and escaped.

And catch his...

The black-haired, purple-eyed man couldn't help but raise his head.

That was the face I had just seen, but compared to the lifeless boy in the can of nutrient solution, the flying boy was obviously more agile.

The wide white robe rustled in the air. He raised his head and could only see a piece of overly pale skin and a cold and delicate jaw.

A flame-like light flashed before his eyes. Sen Ou was stunned for two seconds before he realized that it was not an illusion.

He turned around. The explosion site was already far away from them, and the flames...

Probably safe, the boy put him on the ground.

At this time, Mori Ogai finally confirmed that those tiny dots of fire came from the boy - on the forehead of the brown-haired boy, there was a flame-like glow.

He coughed.

"Ahem, I am Sen'ou." He said softly, with a hint of coaxing, "Do you know who you are?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi raised his eyes.

He felt that the guy opposite him looked like he had bad intentions.

But perhaps because he had just had a strange dream in which his face was covered with white feather wings, Sawada Tsunayoshi's mind was still confused, so he raised his head and shook it.

Oh no, he thought about it and nodded again.

"Sawada... Tsunayoshi." He introduced himself.

Mori Ou glanced at the fire in the distance.

Although it's a coincidence, fortunately no one has discovered them yet.

The smart young man turned his head and looked at the boy who was almost as tall as his waist - perhaps it should be called a boy, he looked only thirteen or fourteen years old or even younger, half squatting.

The glimmering purple eyes raised up, looking sincerely into the brown eyes that once reflected the flames.

"I am your elder brother, Tsuna."