Chapter 22

Unlike the natives of the comic world, César was contracted from the real world. Not only does he not have a legitimate identity, he should not have a past or future.

Therefore, he himself is not subject to the inherent destiny of the comic world. As long as it involves him, the degree to which the readers' will affects the comics will be deepened. This is the consensus reached between Cesare and the comics from the beginning.

Let me give you an example that is not very appropriate -

César wouldn't easily allow himself to be seen as "dead" by readers. Even in the face of a near-fatal crisis, he would deliberately avoid it and not take the risk. This is because when readers ask, "Can you please not die?", they subconsciously assume that the character is doomed.

At this time, the massive subconscious feedback given to Caesar in the comics is most likely "you will die."

After statistics, most readers so far agree that César Crest has a hidden aristocratic identity, or even a rebel family. His family was broken up due to persecution, and he had to look for the protagonist in the same camp while wandering.

As more and more new readers flock to the comics due to their growing popularity, this will becomes even more powerful.

then--

The black-haired boy raised his arm, held it to the light, and looked at the eye pattern that gradually appeared on the inside of his left wrist.

This eye is vertical, half-closed, and has a beautiful narrow shape, looking like an exquisite tattoo that was specially inked.

He scanned it with the instrument out of curiosity, and the result showed that there was no effect of acquired staining, and it was no different from a real birthmark.

As expected, after the reader's will reaches a certain critical point, it has an impact on his body, or in other words, it drives the comics to begin to add "reasonable" settings for him.

However, to what extent the readers' will accumulates to achieve such an effect, in what specific direction the settings are supplemented, and how much they are supplemented, all require us to slowly explore.

Xizel glanced at the pattern on his wrist again and decided that after returning to the comic book world, he would find an opportunity to look through some ancient books to see if there were any surprises. However, currently in prison, it might be difficult to do so.

The black-haired boy lowered his eyes slightly, and the scene before leaving the comic world was completely reproduced in his mind. He was immersed in the emotions again almost in an instant.

——It’s time to go back.

If you "sleep" too long, the situation will be difficult to control.

…

…

Xia Zuo stood there stiffly.

He simply couldn't understand why the room was filled with things that looked so dark, but he still couldn't sense anything. He even foolishly went in with Caesar - the only thing he noticed was from Caesar's eyes.

This was too outrageous. Xia Zuo almost doubted his life for a moment.

But before he could think any more, the black-haired boy in front of him suddenly fell down.

“Cisar!!”

Xia Zuo's pupils shrank suddenly, and he took two steps forward, wanting to catch the other person, but he missed the first time.

He was stopped by the sudden appearance of dense tentacles, which stretched across his body, forming a protective fence. The black-haired boy did not fall to the ground, but was carefully caught by the soft and clean sides of those black and purple limbs.

They provided him with a fertile ground, grotesque and absurd, yet with an incredible tenderness.

"......?" Xia Zuo was a little confused. Not only did he not sense the expected dark aura, but he saw kindness in these actions.

The comic's protagonist blinked his golden eyes, slowly squatted down, and said seriously: "I don't know if you can understand what I'm saying, but he and I are friends, and I didn't come here to hurt you."

…Although it’s so dark and scary!

"If... you have been artificially imprisoned and sealed in this door, and if you have done nothing wrong, Caesar and I will help you."

However, those big yellow eyes remained indifferent.

Xia Zuo: "..."

He pursed his lips and stared at his friend intently, ready to shoot through this...unknown creature if it made any unusual movements.

Although he has no resistance to dark environments, he will never watch his friends get hurt.

In fact, if César was not fine now and was on the other side, and he was not sure about the position of the unknown creature, he would have punched it and explained after that.

Time passed minute by minute, and both sides rarely made any rash moves, until the black-haired boy slowly opened his eyes.

The moment his eyelashes trembled, the tentacles beside him spontaneously faded away, leaving a clean space, and squeezed towards Xia Zuo with disgust.

Xia Zuo: "..."

He didn't care about these little details, but just looked at Cesar eagerly: "Are you okay, Cesar?"

The black-haired boy tilted his head, pressed his temples with his hands, and then said softly, "I'm fine."

He raised his eyes to look at the purple and black limbs around him.

Because he had experienced similar hallucinations after reloading the game before, he initially thought that this was just another hallucination, but he didn't expect that they were completely real.

It's just that he may be able to see more clearly because his san value is too low, while someone like Xia Zuo who is energetic and has his own resistance may not be able to detect it easily.

not to mention……

Xizel turned around and looked calmly into the darkness: "Are you a 'vessel' or a 'test subject'?"

After these words were spoken, the whole room fell into silence for a moment, and even the rustling sound of moving objects disappeared.

Xia Zuo was still a little confused at first and repeated: "Container...? Test subject?"

Then he gasped, realizing something terrible from those words.

He believed in César's judgment. Since these words came from César's mouth, it meant that the person locked in this room was most likely a human being.

Perhaps, he is a human being who was used as a "container" or "experimental product" but, due to the failure of the initiator, became a "defective product" and was imprisoned here without seeing the light of day.

...What secret does the owner of this prison want to hide?

The room was still too quiet, so quiet that even the sound of breathing seemed noisy, but the black-haired boy did not show any impatience. Instead, he calmly waited for the other party's answer from beginning to end.

The misty blue eyes were very calm, showing no fear, no sympathy, and even less surprise and regret, as if he was only asking an ordinary person he could see everywhere.

“…”

"container."

"Test subject."

——It is both a container and a test subject.

An equally calm, pleasant yet slightly hoarse girl's voice floated out from the depths of the darkness.

Very light footsteps slowly approached them, and those terrifying tentacles all quietly retracted, magically becoming smaller and smaller, and fewer and fewer, until they finally turned into a small, pitch-black human figure.

The figure was wrapped entirely in opaque black cloth, with only a pair of bare feet exposed.

It stopped in front of the black-haired boy, tilted its head slightly, and stared at him.

The other person was a head taller than it, with black hair and blue eyes. He looked very fragile and was probably the most vulnerable among humans.

However, it sensed clearly how the other party had brought their companions here and opened this heavy iron door that seemed to be closed forever. Those misty blue eyes immediately looked at it -

He looked at it with compassion.

It wasn't sympathy, but a god-like expression of compassion, an expression of curiosity it had never seen before.

And - it sensed that the other party thought it was good-looking.

It doesn't want to pay attention to him, but he thinks he is handsome!

It didn't know what emotions it was feeling. It just subconsciously didn't want to hurt the other person, and felt a sense of closeness because of something about the other person.

"May I have your name?"

The black-haired boy asked.

"…Ursula."

It replied inexplicably nervously.

"Ursula...that must be a girl."

She saw the black-haired boy's eyes curved, and the mist in those eyes seemed to dissipate in an instant, and the calmness and slight alienation sank, leaving only hazy gentleness and acceptance. Although it was a little unclear, the meaning of his words was extremely clear -

Only humans are given gender terms such as "girls".

Rather than a simple, rude and extremely indifferent "female".

"Girls?"

Another cheerful boy's voice came over, and the brown-haired boy, who was obviously incompatible with her personality, stuck his head out and looked at her carefully.

He did not mention any of the test subjects or the objects in the container again, and like the black-haired boy, he did not show any suspicion or malice, as if accepting an alien was as easy as eating and drinking for him.

He blinked his golden eyes and scratched his head a little embarrassedly, just like he would treat an ordinary person: "Sorry, I didn't know you were a girl. I thought you were ugly before..."

Ursula: “…”

Ursula: "Heh."

She noticed this guy the first time. It was as bright as a big light bulb, and the smell of light was overflowing, which made her eyes hurt.

And, she is obviously not ugly at all!

The black-haired older brother in front of me personally - I can confirm from the bottom of my heart that he has a handsome face!

Xizel: “…………”

Faced with two guys who inexplicably looked like naughty kids, he interrupted their spellcasting and calmly changed the subject:

"Ursula, do you want to go out?"

Hearing this, the girl slowly raised her head, and in a moment of silence, she uttered a word:

"think."

Under her gaze, Cesar blinked and gave a relaxed smile.

"Then maybe I have a solution."

"—as long as you are willing."

…

Before the prison guards noticed something was wrong, the black-haired boy and his friend returned to the prisoner activity area and returned to their cells on time.

No one noticed that there was a small eyeball in the center of the silver cross pendant on his left ear. The vertical pupil of half gold and half blue was changing along with the changes in his eyes, like a living thing.

"Crest's Fairy Godmother"

"Congratulations on obtaining the rather strange Fairy Godmother x1. Everything can be a Fairy Godmother. Current Fairy Godmother compatibility: 57%."

And just after the ability was updated, the trembling voice of the comic will finally sounded like a heavy gasp:

"...You go collect the protagonists, and then gather them into your own fairy godmother???"

Comic Will: I don't know which one is more distressing, Ursula or Xia Zuo.jpg