Chapter 01: Land of Sighs (1)

[Article 3 of the Imperial Capital Code: Nighttime travel is strictly prohibited, and all citizens must remain silent.]

[This rule only applies to those who are responsible for eliminating "weird" predators.]

The dark night embraces the sleepy city from afar. The constant temperature system operates as usual, but it cannot warm up the strange chill. The dark mist spreads, turning into fear that seeps into my heart. I close my eyes and draw the heavy curtains, not trying to peek at the indescribable thing climbing the window sill.

Dark, depressed, silent.

It's like being trapped in an endless abyss.

Tick-tick-tick-

the blood flows through the gaps between my fingers, dyeing the soil into an even darker hue.

The strong smell of blood made the monsters hiding in the corners agitated. They stretched out their bodies with bared fangs and claws, but they seemed to be afraid of something and let out low roars.

The monsters followed the black-haired young man not far away with greedy eyes. He lowered his head, and his slightly long hair hung down in front of his forehead. He was cold and calm, and just raised his hands to cover the wounds on his waist and abdomen.

The blood soaked the black uniform, and even the badge of authority that symbolized noble status was stained with blood. With his eyelashes trembling, he watched the passing of his own life almost indifferently, revealing a crazy expectation for no reason. The

young man's reaction was so calm that he could be said to be indifferent. Instead, the person in front of him moved first.

The wide hood was pulled very low, covering his face so that people could not see his features clearly. The loose cloak also concealed his figure very well.

He put his hands together and performed a resting ceremony, revealing the arrogance unique to a superior.

Mockery and sadness.

The young man slowly fiddled with the pinky ring on his thin finger bones. The ruby ​​inlaid on the ring was as beautiful as his eyes. He ignored the man's hypocritical behavior.

He had no intention of hiding his identity at all. The young man thought casually, the CEO is really arrogant.

It's a pity that he won't die.

The serious injury began to heal, but the signs of mental disorder in Shihai were still there. The surging manic emotions almost swallowed him up, and the blue veins on the back of his hand stood out because of his efforts to restrain himself. The uninhibited smile on his lips remained unchanged.

Or they would just die together. He opened his half-closed eyes a little, with a bit of reckless cruelty, but when he was about to make a move, he heard a strange and gentle voice.

"It's a pleasure to communicate with you."

The voice echoed in Shihai.

"I will help you get out of your current predicament, and no one will notice, you can rest assured."

"This is a deal, I think you will be interested in it."

Things seemed to be getting interesting. The young man raised his eyes silently, and he did not stop, which was the best attitude.

"Please believe that I am here to help you."

His restless emotions were soothed, and when his consciousness became drowsy, before the darkness completely engulfed his vision, he could not help but look across the endless night.

"You can call me, 'Observer'."

-

The Imperial Capital, as the capital of the Federation, is composed of fourteen main districts, but the fifteenth district, which is equally defined, was excluded and divided thousands of miles away. Gradually, due to its backward development, it eventually became a synonym for the outer district. The self-important upper class people specially gave it a name.

- "Lost Land".

Abandoned land that destroyed hope.

But there is still a burning emotion that ignites that hopeless night, carrying the love that grew up here.

The drizzling rain filled the view, the ground was rippled, and the buildings were lined up in the rain. The lights were dim in the dilapidated streets, and a thin figure walked slowly, covered with damp mist, but not a bit of it.

The light outlined the pale face of the girl, clean and pure, full of pity, and the blinking action when thinking made the very faint mole at the end of the lower eyelid more beautiful.

The fingers with distinct joints tapped the arm lightly, and there were two unconscious adults lying next to the boots.

The seemingly weak girl was out of place in this scene.

"You seem to want to say something?"

Her misty blue eyes raised slightly, as if the waves had kissed her. She reconnected with the observer with a smile, and the white light ball that suddenly appeared in the sea of ​​consciousness was clearly extinguished.

"Maybe I should change my name to you, Executive Officer...Miss?"

He really didn't expect that the Executive Officer of the Eternal Daylight District was actually a woman, and he didn't expect that the first thing this Executive Officer did after arriving in the wilderness was to "perform a routine charity" and knock out the two people who were robbing.

"It's not important, and compared to this, why don't you explain something else first?"

Her cold white long hair rolled down her shoulders, and she casually twisted a strand of it on her fingertips, and her clear and soft voice contained a fake faint smile.

Fireworks instantly ignited from her fingertips, burning the uniform in her hand to ashes. The blazing flames flickered, swallowing up the remaining slight temperature. She put away all her emotions, dragged out the ending tone, and opened her lips casually.

"According to what you said before, the world we live in is just a comic."

"Also, this body looks almost exactly the same as I did ten years ago, and I can feel that the 'instructions' have disappeared. Did you do that?"

The awakened people with superpowers are divided into low and middle levels from 1 to 4, high levels of five and six, and the top existence called "plunderers". The plunderers at the top of the pyramid have a secret deal with the imperial family of the imperial capital, and the price they pay is a small part of freedom - the crown prince will implant "instructions" that restrict behavior in the plunderers' sea of ​​consciousness.

Killing is allowed, but betrayal of the royal family is absolutely not allowed.

"Instructions" can even manipulate the behavior of plunderers for a short period of time.

The observer did not answer directly but asked: "Do you remember the 'telekinetic value' I just mentioned?"

"To be precise, the stories happening in our world are being broadcast to other worlds in the form of comics, and their likes or dislikes for the characters will be transformed into data and extracted by me to form 'telekinetic power'. When this value reaches a certain level, I can realize some of their wishes."

"I consumed a part of it and changed into a new body. Because of the soul, it looks like you originally, and the 'instructions' are rooted in the original body, so it is not difficult to clear them all together."

She listened quietly, without saying a word. She did not indicate whether she trusted his words or not. She only curled her lower lip when he finished speaking, and asked with interest: "So what is your purpose?"

Silence, the soft sound of rain soaked her ears, she tilted her head slightly, and heard him say: "I want you to appear as a 'new character' and become a popular character among them."

"That's the only condition. There are no other restrictions. Whether you play yourself or a new character, I will not interfere."

She casually tapped her arms with her slender fingers. She leaned against the wall without refusing or agreeing. "I have a few questions. I hope you won't hide them. First, since you can create a 'new character', why don't you play it yourself? Secondly, why do you collect telekinesis? Finally, and this is what I'm most curious about."

She deliberately dragged out the ending tone, "I guess not everyone's popularity can be used by you, right?" She

was very sharp and her intuition was astonishingly accurate. The observer heaved a sigh of relief. He felt that he had made the right bet. "I am currently in captivity and cannot protect myself, let alone gain popularity. I am doing this just to escape. You, who was once the leader of a rebel organization, will undoubtedly be my most suitable companion."

The answer to the last question was obvious.

Her slow and gentle tone was lost in the sound of the rain. She walked out of the dark alley. There were not many shops on the roadside, and the glass windows reflected blurry shadows. She glanced at them casually, paused for a moment, and finally agreed.

- I promise you.

The dawn that broke through the long night dyed the horizon into an orange-red with fragmented light. When the morning sun rose, the wandering sea of ​​clouds swept across the sky, as if engraved into her pupils gazing at the distant sky. Her eyes filled with the romantic sea were also stained with warm colors.

The sun rises over the sea, and the water and the sky are one color.

She stared at the sky and suddenly whispered softly.

"Welcome back."

But it was only temporarily.

"Call me Dorota for the time being." She retracted her gaze and whispered.

Dorota Rose.

The praise that her hometown, which had turned into ruins, once had, and the romance that no one mentioned anymore.

"Oh, that's right."

Dorota changed the subject when she spoke again, and the girl's gentle tone was neither fast nor slow: "I will call you Xiaobai from now on."

White light ball observer: "......?" "

...Where are you going?" The observer was silent for a few seconds and chose to avoid the topic. He noticed that Dorota seemed to be looking for a place to stay aimlessly, but the direction of her walk was so decisive that it seemed as if she had a goal in mind.

"Didn't you say that the protagonist chosen by the comic is my student? Didn't you send me to the wasteland of the 15th district just to let me find him and get a shot?"

Dorota skillfully bypassed one intersection after another, stepped on the piled up garbage to climb up the low wall, bent her hands to support her body and turned over, landing quietly, agile and light like a cat. She stood firmly and looked towards the dilapidated building not far away with a clear purpose.

"That guy, a fool who lives in the 15th district but has ridiculous kindness, I really don't know how you chose the protagonist, but at least he is not weak."

"Since I'm back, of course I have to go see acquaintances."

The girl's deliberately light footsteps echoed in the corridor. She climbed the stairs and continued to ask the observer nonchalantly in her sea of ​​consciousness: "Where are you trapped?"

"The Lookout District."

"If possible, I hope you can help me get rid of the bishop of Saint-Vieux Church."

Dorota stood in front of a door, collected her thoughts, and when she raised her hand again, there was a piece of paper with elegant handwriting on it, and a plain ring engraved with lake patterns on it. A smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Are you from the church?"

"If you ignore your personal wishes, so be it."

But it could also be inducement.

The shadow cast by her long eyelashes was slightly cold. Dorota did not ask any questions, but involuntarily twisted the corner of the paper with her two fingers. Then she retracted her unconscious movements and raised her hand to knock on the door and whispered softly: "Mr. Makisuke, is he here? Someone asked me to deliver something to you."

"From the imperial capital, your teacher 'White Crane'."

Her hurried footsteps approached her ears. She smiled and showed a friendly attitude to cover up the reason for her unexpected visit.

"Hello, first time meeting."

"My name is Dorota."