Chapter 98: Dead Tree Revived 17
Ten minutes ago, in the next room.
After being treated by Naoko Ieiri, Gojo Satoru is alive and kicking again, like a curious cat, stretching his restless claws towards the mysterious coffin.
"Can it be opened? Should I open it?" Gojo Satoru was eager to open it.
Yumeno Kusaku shouted: "Open! Open!"
Zhongyuan Zhongya disagreed: "It might be dangerous to open it rashly. Let's wait until Nashida wakes up."
As he spoke, Gojo Satoru had already kicked open the lid of the coffin, leaving behind Nakahara Chuuya's roar - "Listen to me, bastard! In fact, you didn't even want to ask for my opinion!"
Inside the pitch-black coffin was a pale head, which had been pierced by a holy sword from the neck down to the brain. Strangely, even so, the vampire was still alive, moving his eyes to look at everyone.
Gojo Satoru lifted the vampire's head and was about to greet him, but he spoke first: "Good night, Gojo Satoru. You're here just in time."
Gojo Satoru asked curiously, "Do you know me?"
"Of course, you and I have met before, but I have never seen you in your true form before." Plum was a little confused, not understanding why he pretended to be a stranger at this time.
While in the coffin, he determined from the information revealed by the people in the conversation that the white-haired young man in front of him was Gojo Satoru who broke into his dream twice. However, Plum did not expect that Gojo Satoru, who was quiet and mysterious in his dreams, would be so cheerful in reality.
But if you think about it carefully, a person whose hobby is to pretend to be a little girl can certainly not be a serious person.
Hearing this, Ieori Naoko, who was about to leave, became interested: "What did he pretend to be before?"
Plum answered honestly, "A little girl with white hair and a white dress."
Ieiri Glass: “Yo~”
Nakahara Chuuya: “What a pervert…”
Yumeno Hisasaku: "Awesome! Uncle Gojo, transform into one! Transform into one!"
Gojo Satoru: "...Why don't you question it? Why do you all believe it? Am I this kind of person in your heart?!"
The others said nothing and just nodded.
Gojo Satoru: “…It’s decided. I’ll just destroy you now. After all, vampires shouldn’t exist to harm the world, hahahaha…die!”
"Can't!"
With a crisp shout, a green "cannonball" shot out from the door and headed straight for Gojo Satoru's face!
"Do you think you can stop me, little bean sprout...Woo-poo!"
Gojo Satoru, who was hit directly by Lan Bailijia, fell into a baby-like sleep.
Lan Bailijia landed lightly on the ground: "Big Brother Nala is too impulsive, Lan Bailijia asked him to calm down. Nala...head, don't be afraid."
Plum: “…” He dared not speak.
"It's all a misunderstanding," Nashida, who arrived a step late, hurriedly opened the door and took the mobile weapon Lan Bailijia back into her arms, "I'm sorry, I lied to you before."
After briefly explaining the cause and effect, Nashida was troubled by how to safely pull out the holy sword.
The holy sword had been in the vampire's head for too long and had become connected to the surrounding nerves. If it could not be pulled out all at once, the remaining part would rebound even more violently, making Bram's life worse than death. However, after everyone awake tried one by one, the holy sword remained motionless.
Narcida touched the hilt of the sword and sighed.
Given her physical condition, it's definitely not possible...
System: [Host, please conduct a strength appraisal. ]
【Strength appraisal, great success. 】
[Suddenly, you have an idea, and you gather all your strength into one place. You hold the hilt of the sword tightly and swing it hard! The vampire's head and sword separate, and the head is thrown into the air in a sharp arc, and hits the wall with a "bang".]
[Human potential is limitless, let alone the devil! ]
Nashida: "..."
Others: “…”
Plum: “…” I’m dizzy, don’t disturb me.
"Nashida, when did you become so strong?" Yumeno Hisasaku asked foolishly.
The looks from the others were more direct: Were you pretending before?
In an instant, several brain storms started at the same time.
"Let me explain," Nashida said calmly as she took Lanaro's hand. "It was actually Lanbailijia who did it. I had my back to you just now, so you saw it wrongly."
Lan Bailijia: "Huh? But Lan Bailijia remembers..."
"You remembered it wrongly. Your memory has never been very good."
"Oh... it was Lan Bailijia who did it. Thank you, Lady Nashida, for reminding Lan Bailijia."
The atmosphere in the room finally relaxed.
The vampire grew a new body, and Nakahara Chuuya ordered his men to settle the two unconscious people. He took Akutagawa Ryunosuke to report the situation to the leader, and Ieiri Shoko also took a ride back to the high school.
Nashida declined Yumeno Hisasaku's invitation to accompany her and went to the rooftop alone, sitting on the edge and gazing at the night sky.
The quiet environment and fresh air help her think.
Just now, the system sent an appraisal report - the bone armor on Fukuchi Sakurachi's body is not the devil scale disease, but the external manifestation of the power of the abyss. This shows that Fukuchi Sakurachi did not directly come into contact with the forbidden knowledge. He was swallowed by the abyss voluntarily or involuntarily and became a carrier of power. At the same time, his rationality was gradually dissipating. As of today, he only responds to his own name.
That's not even the worst.
Taboo knowledge spreads in the veins of the World Tree, attracting the covetous Abyss. The erosion rate of the Abyss in the Tokyo Dead Zone has reached 65% and is growing at a very fast rate. In addition to the already formed rifts, there are dozens of coordinates with abnormal spatial fluctuations, which are nurturing a channel to tear the world apart.
Her intuition told her that Fukuchi Sakura's transformation was not an accident, and someone was behind it, but the enemy was in the dark and I was in the light, and now I couldn't find more clues to restore the truth. Maybe she could try to contact Dazai Osamu who was in Meursault Prison?
[Host, please conduct a luck appraisal.] The system suddenly spoke, interrupting Xing Yewang's thoughts.
Hoshino Nozomi remained motionless, pretending not to hear.
The results of the luck appraisal are usually difficult to predict. Compared with the slim hope of "luck" and the possible very bad "misfortune", Hoshino Nozomi thinks it is better to maintain the status quo.
But the system obviously didn't think so, it repeated again: [Host, please perform a luck appraisal. ]
At the same time, it pushed the huge [is] in front of Xingye Wang.
Xing Yewang: “…”
He pressed it reluctantly——【Lucky identification, success.】
In an instant, the pleasant evening breeze suddenly became violent, and the strong wind was like a transparent giant hand, blowing him off the edge of the roof without any explanation!
Xing Yewang: “?”
System, you call this a successful identification?
Her heart was pounding, her eardrums were aching, the building was blurred into large blocks of color as she fell down at high speed, and the girl fell quietly to the ground like a butterfly with broken wings.
Between life and death, an arrogant voice pierced through the hunting storm like thunder, stirring up a wave.
"At least you should fight ugly. I am really annoyed by your obedient death." Gilgamesh stood at the front of the Vimana, the Ship of Radiance, and shook the girl in his hand. "But I am really lucky to have found the seedling of the World Tree as soon as I arrived."
Hoshino Nozomi is too tired to complain.
Who is this fortune telling for?