Chapter 1 After I was reincarnated as a child, I changed the Yokohama literary world (???
[Scanning the initial location...Current coordinates: Yokohama, Japan. ]
[Current era type: war. Combined with the war impact model analysis, the crime situation in Yokohama within three days was scanned. Loading information...]
Rainy weather, slums, huge potholes. The white hair tied into a braid and falling behind his back fell on the cheek of the ochre boy because of his sideways position.
“Hey… wake up!!”
[Error, unknown error, self-repair progress: 3%. Estimated repair time: 48h]
[Start forced constant body temperature. ]
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"Where did this young master come from?"
"...I don't know. The Central Government picked it up."
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[Information transmission completed, landing procedure disengaged. The remaining energy is transferred to the mind core. ]
After a long and endless broadcast, the machine in an unknown place suddenly became silent.
In the almost lonely silence, the white-haired boy with a high fever opened his red-gold eyes, and in his trance and absent-mindedness, he heard a light laugh.
"…Best wishes for tomorrow. Goodbye."
The war of superpowers, the weakening of national strength, and the economic depression. In the city of Yokohama, the conflicts among nations become particularly evident. The concession area divides Yokohama, and in the twisted alleys with completely different styles, dark parties breed. All public schools were suspended and many factories were closed. Armed forces are rampant throughout the city. One brick hit kills ten people, five of whom are gang members, two are neutral forces such as intelligence dealers or killers, and the rest are either hungry orphans or office workers on the verge of bankruptcy.
Even gun prices have hit record lows, with obsolete or homemade guns costing just two months' worth of food. Submachine guns, rifles and even grenades have become the life-saving weapons that are kept at the bottom of the drawers of street shops.
Those who had a little bit of military power and financial resources tried their best to protect themselves or seek opportunities, while ordinary people could only struggle to survive in the heavy rain and seize every opportunity to escape from Yokohama. This led to a serious outflow of population from Yokohama, and the loss of labor force brought about adverse effects, and the entire Yokohama fell into an uncontrollable vicious cycle.
However, the Yokohama government blocked the household registration system due to the war. It is difficult for children born out of wedlock and homeless people to obtain their own identity documents. Under the suppression of the underworld, the military, and the third force, the existence of the police and social services has almost disappeared. Even Yokohama police have been ranked as the most likely place to die on the job for several years in a row. Under such high pressure, it is quite stressful to just stay alive and wait for the next transfer, let alone go on patrol.
Yokohama is a small place, but it has many slums. People without identity gather here, especially in the relatively "new" Leibo Street, which is filled with a large number of orphans, prostitutes, thugs and criminals. Leibo Street was born from a huge explosion several years ago. It is rumored that it was caused by the land god named "Huangbatu". But no matter which god it is, the things that the insects living or even born here worry about most every day are heavy rain, scorching heat, severe cold, hunger and disease.
Due to poor public security, poverty and other factors, there are almost no shops in Yokohama's slums. The government does not provide resource supply, and the number of victims who starve to death every year is countless. Even the survival of the slums depends on the mafia, because only the mafia will not care about the chaotic public security in the slums, set up warehouses here at low prices, and hire young and strong people from the slums.
The whole of Yokohama, Japan is like a volcano after an eruption. It is in ruins and dead silence, but the scorching residual heat is hanging like a spider silk above the city. The oppressed and numb expressions of the people are like a powder keg soaked in water. But no one can guarantee whether the gunpowder was soaked in gasoline or water when that spark fell.
Hell begins.
Thousands of thoughts.
He has been awake for two days and is staying in a container safe house provided by a child. It was as if I had woken up from a dream two days ago, and the memories of decades of wandering in the abandoned world came back to me. Sin and blood, machinery and judgment, he was still a little dazed when he opened his eyes. After all, the almost apocalyptic wasteland-style layout of the container made it hard for him not to be reminded of his recuperating life in the abandoned ancient city.
But his resting place should be in a cave deep in the jungle, with the remains of his predecessors who hid from the disaster around him. He had just fought with a herd of beasts. The fighting power of the mutant beasts was like a biological weapon specially designed for destruction. This beast exchanges its lifespan for combat power and reproductive ability, and sustains its life by eating everything it can. Qian Jianmu remembered that he had just swept through a group of dozens of beasts. He was not seriously injured but he could hardly hold on any longer. So he simply pulled the old man's clothes off the dry bones that were still wrapped with some tissues and wrapped them around himself, recovering his strength while he was safe. As a result, when he closed his eyes and opened them again, the world had changed drastically when he woke up. In a trance, he thought time had reversed and he had returned to the past.
The child who picked him up was called Nakahara Chuuya, about 9 years old. He has messy short ochre hair, clear blue eyes, and possesses strange powers - the power to control gravity that goes beyond the physical definition. He called it a supernatural power, and it was said that he relied on it to become a local tyrant, beating orphans and kicking criminals, but children are kind by nature and they managed to live a life of poverty.
But it's rather embarrassing. Based on his control over his body, Qian Jianmu concluded that his current age is probably 7 years old. And this body is a complete replica of his physical condition when he was 7 years old. When he was 7 years old, he had just come off the operating table after completing an experiment and had not yet entered the rehabilitation period. When he was six years old, he received dozens of critical illness notices and was malnourished.
In addition to his fair body that was developed due to his pampered life and not doing odd jobs and his physical condition, he also had a 1:1 replica of the travel clothes he wore when he landed in this world. This made him look like a runaway young master from a landlord's family, and he was out of place among this group of poor people whose bodies were in a mess. If Zhongyuan Zhongye wasn't just a child, when he woke up, he would probably be stripped naked and his body would be sent to the black market to exchange for a bounty from his parents.
Aside from his physical age, Qian Jianmu's physical condition was exactly the same as before. It may be that his age is just the stage where the experiment is completed. It could also be a result of inheriting a previous medical condition. He thought it was the second one, because the chip he implanted that year was still working tirelessly. Language chips are a popular basic ability that almost everyone has, and it should be released naturally after implantation. But Qian Jianmu's chip is SSS level, which means that he can feel that thing is still working for him when he touches the back of his neck.
Although the cross-world thing was still working and made him feel sick and annoyed, the language chip was really easy to use and performed well in the other world without any lag. Even after scanning and determining the world's literary system, it automatically instilled the seven mainstream languages of the world into him, delving into slang and dialects, as if it wanted to take a piece of the culture of each country and give it to him.
He had a high fever for two days and didn't sleep at all, and his brain was busy processing language knowledge the whole time. If his body had not inherited his previous qualities, his brain would probably have exploded in less than three seconds. It really exploded. After the chips were implanted in those experimental wastes, their brains exploded more than one another, with brain matter splattered everywhere and blood dripping.
However, as for the chip, although he hated it and wanted to just grab a knife and dig out the piece of flesh to get rid of the trouble once and for all, the chip was actually connected to the nerves, and digging it out would at least cause him to become insane or paralyzed. The safety embedded in the chip will monitor his behavior and forcibly take over the body if a self-destruction situation occurs. In serious cases, his memory will be modified to make him 'brand new'.
This brings us to another existence, an existence that calls itself his 'skill'.
It calls itself the Divine Core.
The spiritual core is not Qian Jianmu's special ability. It is more like a skill carried by Qian Jianmu's soul and does not belong to the power system of this world. The functions of the mind core are not complete at present, and there is no clear way to complete them. Currently, it can achieve thinking acceleration, analysis and identification, parallel calculation, intelligence collection, and data visualization. But the mind core currently has little energy, so it has to rely on him to upgrade. It is equivalent to an external computer, but XP (low-end version without Internet connection).
It is useful, but useless.
The mind core is currently unable to fully absorb the chip, and internal analysis will take 70 years. If he wants to solve the chip problem as quickly as possible, he needs more energy value, and the collection of energy value depends entirely on his own efforts.
According to the remaining assets and intelligence of the landing program, the origin of this world has a certain connection with the books. In other words, if you read more books and write more books, your spiritual core will be able to slowly absorb the world's energy. The better the work, the more energy it has; the worse the work, the less energy it has; if the work is so bad, it will even lose some energy.
For example, shit can provide -1 energy value, which refers to the part consumed by the self-degradation of polluted energy after being absorbed. Nonsense literature can provide 1 energy point, slightly thoughtful literature can provide 10 points, well-written but useless literature can provide 100 points, and literary masterpieces can provide 1,000-10,000 points. If he writes it himself, it will be calculated based on the purchase rate. If the article has a collateral benefit, such as replenishing the reader's energy, and the reader himself is part of the pillar of the world, the book will give him feedback of an indefinite number of energy points.
Although it seems that reading is more efficient, the energy required to analyze the chip is extremely huge. Moreover, the literature of this world is as rotten as the corpses rotting in the swamp and the smelly excrement accumulated by flocks of birds, but history books can be called brilliant crystals. The model essays in schools have not changed for eight hundred years, and they even cite literature from countries across the ocean. It's really rotten completely.
Qian Jianmu lay on the bed made of wooden boards and worn-out clothes and sighed softly.
"Sanity Core, change the name."
"You can customize your name. You can interact by calling the name."
The stupid computer was nothing compared to the first version of artificial intelligence he had made himself.
"Then I'll call you Zero."
"The updated name is 'zero'."
Qian Jianmu blinked, feeling the weakness and fatigue rising from the center of his body. It may be due to his physical condition, even though his physical fitness has mutated to a terrifying level. But it is a fact that the body is growing. He was a little too tired after not sleeping for two days. But in the previous world, he basically maintained a good schedule of sleeping 5 hours a day for 5 days. This made him very confident and he felt he could still hold on.
"Due to unknown damage, the incidence of illness has increased. It is recommended to ensure sleep."
Ignoring Zero's warning, Qian Jianmu fished out the initial equipment that he had taken off and dried earlier. After checking, I found that his clothes were made of the most advanced metal fiber products. One piece of clothing was equivalent to a battle robe, which was invulnerable to swords and guns, water and fire, and had extremely strong self-repair capabilities. Each piece was very expensive. But maybe the technology in this world has not yet developed to that stage, and this piece of clothing is just an ordinary travel outfit with a strong personal style. It is all black, with a slightly high collar, giving it a slightly military feel. The material is very thick and of good quality. Although it is not obvious, it has a certain hindering effect on dagger stabbing, which is a pleasant surprise.
As expected, all the equipment on his body was gone. The epoch-making technology itself was not allowed to exist. Even though many of his equipment at the time were of outdated styles, and he even brought some guns that used gunpowder instead of pulse guns, it was still a dimensionality reduction attack in this era. Qian Jianmu changed his clothes, tidied up his sleeping place, hesitated for a moment, and put on two tattered coats to cover himself.
Chuuya would occasionally come back to visit during the day and also stay here at night. Judging from the current world data, he has done the most. Chigenmaku didn't intend to keep bothering him. Although he had a high fever for two days, he hadn't slept for two days, and Nakahara Chuuya hadn't slept for two days either. He is fine because of his special physique, but Nakahara Chuuya is just a nine-year-old boy. He and Chuuya are enduring it together, and he may be fine even if Chuuya dies.
There were some expired and tattered food and some water on a storage box on one side. Qian Jianmu drank some water and didn't touch the food. It's getting dark, it would be safer to go out at night.
But before he could leave, the iron door of the container was suddenly opened. A ray of warm light from the setting sun shone obliquely into the room from the door. The ochre-haired boy stood at the door, his face covered with dust. His deep blue eyes swept around the dim, unlit space, then fixed their eyes on him accurately.
The young boy is like a puppy or a newborn wolf. Although he is still young, the dark life at the bottom of society has already taught him the secret of survival. Like a hunting carnivore, his vigilance instantly overflowed, and the murderous intent that could not be hidden was as sharp as a sword, pointing directly at his throat.
Qian Jianmu looked at him for a few seconds and gave an awkward smile. Nakahara Chuuya was stunned for a moment, and his aura suddenly eased. He walked closer, and although he was staring at him, he was not as aggressive as before.
"Are you... feeling better?"
"Yes, the fever has gone down."
Then there was a sudden silence, and Zhongyuan Zhongye put today's harvest on the storage box beside him with some discomfort.
"You haven't eaten today either? Those are for you."
Chuuya Nakahara seems to have received no education at all, his speech is very unclear and confusing, and contains some beginner's grammatical errors. This is not unusual, although a little strange, but not unusual.
"No thanks, I'm not hungry."
"…Or eat this. This is better."
He put down today's harvest with some uneasiness, which was a bag of biscuits that seemed to have been dropped. At least the outer packaging is intact.
The boy's kindness was as hot as his blood, and although he was wary, he still tried to do good to him with what he had.
It would be weird if he said now that he was actually an adult, Chiganmu thought.
Instead of taking the pack of biscuits, he took two slices of bread that were covered in dust and mold. He ignored the stains and just put them in his mouth to chew. Chuuya seemed to relax a little. He turned on the water and placed it next to him awkwardly.
"You...what's your name?"
"My name is Qian Jianmu."
Nakahara Chuuya's eyes lit up. He paused and asked in a low voice:
"You...what do you remember? What about your parents?"
"I'm an orphan." Qian Jianmu swallowed the bread that tasted strange. "I... don't quite remember."
"Do you remember where you woke up?"
Chijianmu blinked.
"I don't remember." He paused and patched himself up. "I don't remember where this is or why I'm here."
“Is that so…” The young boy felt a little disappointed and his eyes darkened. He opened a rather miserable pack of biscuits, which contained almost no solid matter. He poured it into his mouth like powder, softened it with not very clean water, and swallowed it whole.
"Thank you for taking me in." Maybe because he hadn't communicated with anyone for a long time, Chijianmu's language was a little clumsy. He tried to adjust his tone. "You've been working hard. I'm going to leave here and take a look outside."
The deep blue eyes suddenly widened, and the ochre-haired boy was a little at a loss.
"You can stay here for now. It's dangerous outside. They will kill you."
He hesitated, then awkwardly decided to express his needs aloud.
"I woke up there just like you, and I didn't remember anything when I woke up. This is Leibo Street, a large...explosion depression. You and I both appeared in the center. So I think maybe you and I have similar origins."
"You have no memory when you wake up? Is it possible that you got lost?"
“No…” Nakahara Chuuya showed an expression of unbearable pain, and his voice was as small as if it was squeezed out. "When I regained consciousness, Leibo Street had just been created... I was the only one in this disaster. I was the only one here."
When he realized that his birth had caused a huge sin, it was already difficult to change the sin he had to carry moving forward. This sin will fall on him all the time, becoming his motivation and his shackles.
If it was a slightly older Nakahara Chuuya, he would never reveal all these things. But he has only been conscious for two years. He started from knowing nothing and learned little by little, even learning the language bit by bit on the spot. The slums follow the law of the jungle. They are aware of physical dangers but not sensitive to information dangers.
[Now I have no way to give him an answer. ]
Thousands of thoughts.
No matter how eloquent he was in the past, he had been wandering for decades and the last time he met a human was nearly ten years ago. No matter how excellent the instinct is, it will no longer exist after being refreshed and forgotten by time.
He could only try his best to express what he meant, like a child who had just learned to speak.
"Nakata is a very powerful psychic, right?" Qianjianmu said softly. "I will find the right answer. Chuuya is very powerful, so I will definitely be able to do it."
He tried to make his language easy to understand.
"…Then I will stay here for a while. I will go out to find food by myself during the day. Thank you for your help."
The ochre-haired boy with clear and clean blue eyes smiled freely and naturally.
"Perhaps you could join us 'Sheep'. We have taken in some orphans and I could protect you."
Sheep.
I heard that it is a group whose members are all orphans.
In this chaotic world that abides by the law of the jungle, the flock of sheep, whose meat is soft and delicious but whose spirit is evil and dark, finds a young wolf as their leader and tries to survive. Such an idealized plot can happen. It turns out that the law of the jungle is the most wonderful thing. A new fairy tale is born every minute and every second.
If he were to come into contact with this world, would he be able to find the meaning of his coming here?
Past memories flash before my eyes like a movie, and those who have lost their place of belonging once again embark on a journey to find their end. The strange-colored eyes were obscure in the dim light, and the flowing sticky thoughts rolled in the blood and gold light. Finally, he looked at the ochre-haired boy and forced out a smile as gentle as possible.
“If there is an opportunity, I’m looking forward to it.”
So, start here.
Perhaps, it will end here.
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