Chapter 110 Why don’t you play five? Is it because you don’t want to?
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"A person's life can end in the instant that one says the word 'one'."
I think of this line from Hamlet.
The child liked the book very much. He liked everything about vigor, struggle and hope.
But he didn't seem to have read this sentence.
This is a tragedy.
Sitting in the center of the government army's camp, with the gates wide open, I sat in the information area, and the video played the entire process of this great victory.
The young officer forgave my sudden visit and stood two steps behind me with his eyes downcast.
He didn't know what I was doing.
I know.
The child's body could no longer be found, and the headless corpse had completely lost its identity.
I just wanted to see how he ended up.
In the reflection of the mirror, I saw my calm and indifferent profile, as if in the third person. I saw myself looking up at the screen. I watched calmly, rewinding, rewinding.
Then, in a subtle visual switch, I saw the child's calm and vigorous profile.
He was so calm, until one moment, he turned into a meteor and fell.
Life is such a fragile thing.
Maybe it was a mistake, maybe it was a small mistake,
Or it could be the confusion of having no way out after careful planning.
After trying my best, all efforts were in vain.
After all, it was wrong from the beginning, right?
The officer won the victory, and I could smell his relief and happiness. The conflict of identities isolates the transmission of emotions, and he is filled with vigorous hope after victory.
"Where are you going next?" I asked.
"I don't know," he said.
He had accomplished his mission, the resistance was completely crushed, and from his perspective, the desire to return home had triumphed over loyalty.
"I want to attend my brother's wedding."
He said with a smile.
Yes, his younger brother. I have met his younger brother.
So, struck by the absurd reality, he lowered his head and couldn't help laughing.
I heard my own breathless laughter, followed by an inaudible whisper:
"Did you clear up the internal strife among the guards a day ago?"
The group of believers who came with me from Area 21 had a fierce conflict with the government forces and were annihilated in some unknown place.
This does not count as a declaration of war, and it is only natural that a third party that has not reached cooperation would be accidentally injured.
"...Yes, why do you ask?" He was a little uneasy.
"No, nothing... nothing."
Standing up and picking up my hat, I turned back and took a last, deep look at the boy.
"Go back," I said.
I tried my best but in the end all my efforts were in vain.
It turns out you are the same.
"Go back now."
I think this is my last bit of kindness.
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destiny.
A fate that can be traced, or one that cannot be traced.
I dreamed of stars, tiny sparkling sands, and I reached out my hand to insert it. After a faint cry of "brother", a meteor shower came.
When I was awake, I felt suffocating like a fish deprived of oxygen.
Time has taught me too much. My overly ignorant and indifferent mind cannot allow me to easily distinguish right from wrong in any victory or defeat.
Perhaps doing my best for either party may bring relief, and perhaps taking advantage of ignorance may end all the painful torture, but I am used to living in excessive indifference and indifference.
In the emptiness of my mind, I instinctively began to miss the feeling of death. I remember the last time I was near death, lying in a stinking alley with a big hole in my abdomen. At that time, I also looked up at the stars, looking at my destiny.
Then an old man came over in a heavy wheelchair, looked at me and sighed softly.
...Oh, that's right.
I still have things to do.
On the filled note, there is only one ending left.
Supporting my body which feels heavy for some unknown reason, I continue to move forward.
Forget your tiredness, put on your backpack, and follow the thread of fate, moving forward step by step.
This is my destiny, like a flying bird that cannot stop, a shark that is always swimming, snatching nutrients for survival, and moving forward desperately to stay alive.
No reason, no logic.
Step over the chopped-up bodies, cross out the names from your memory, and under the gaze of the dead, grit your teeth, close your eyes, and keep moving forward.
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The end is still far away.
How to escape the terrifying silence of eternal night?
——Excerpt from "Meaningless Literature" Part 7
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"It's been a week."
"Yeah, it's been a week."
"I never thought that someone would actually try to study in a technical college."
The three students from the technical high school were whispering around the desk. When they heard this, they all fell silent.
"...You should just eat some candy." Xia Youjie took out a few candies from his pocket and stuffed them into Gojo Satoru's hand. Gojo Satoru readily made an OK gesture and stopped talking.
Ieiri Glass, who watched everything, raised her eyebrows:
"The relationship between you two is getting better and better."
"Please be considerate of me. I'm working very hard." Xia Yujie said with a vicissitudes of life.
The two looked at each other, then looked at Gojo Satoru who didn't think there was anything wrong with him at all, and looked at each other again, and nodded, saying, "You understand, I understand too."
At this time, a voice came from outside the door.
"Oh! Are all the new students in the classroom?"
"It's class time, right?"
The door opened with a swipe, and two girls, one tall and one short, stood at the door. One was wearing a shrine maiden's costume, and the other was wearing a long black dress with a tie. The two girls looked into the room.
An Utahime counted them.
"One, two, three... one missing? Ah, it's okay. Hello, I'm the third-year An Utahime."
The third-year student of Jujutsu High School, Iori Utaha, Meimei, had just returned to school now because of a long-term mission before the start of school.
"We are meeting now because of the mission. If you need anything, you can come to me. It only costs a little."
Mingming curled his lips and smiled softly.
As the master of the reversal ritual, Ieiri Shoko had been targeted by the Jujutsu High School a long time ago. She often went in and out of the high school before school started, and had met both of them. But Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru didn't. The two male high school students were silent for a moment, then huddled together and whispered loudly.
"Now I think Qianjian can also go on a mission."
"……really."
"Is the world of spellcasting so short of people? It looks like it's going to be doomed."
"That's too rude. We can't show that our seniors are weak."
"Why?"
"Because sorcerers must protect the weak."
Ieiri Shoko, who was sitting on the side, saw the smile on Angehime's face froze, and her face suddenly turned red with anger.
"I heard it! You two!"
"Ah... I can actually hear it!" The two high school boys looked at An Utahime as if they had seen something extraordinary, and then gathered together and whispered loudly:
"She heard it! Blame it on the bangs. What should we do?"
"It's okay, I'll probably forget about it soon."
"That's true. The weak are usually forgetful..."
"It's okay if you can't forget. She can't beat us."
"Ahhhh! I've already said it! I can hear you! Gojo Satoru! Geto Suguru!" Iori Utahime was dumbfounded and flew into a rage: "That's too much! I!! But!! Senior!!"
Seeing that he was angry, the two tall boys sat down obediently.
Geto Suguru: "Hello, Utahime-senpai, hello, Mei-mei-senpai."
Gojo Satoru: "Hello, Weak One, Hello, Weak Two."
The girl in the shrine maiden costume was furious: "How despicable! Are you the Gojo Satoru? How despicable! How despicable!"
Seeing the girl's angry look, Geto Xiayou poked Gojo Satoru:
"You can't say that to his face! Etiquette!"
The white-haired cat glanced at him and reluctantly changed his words:
"Hello, Weak One, hello, Ming Ming."
"Only me!? Only me!" An Ge Ji was almost angry to death, but Ming Ming was not angry at all and just smiled.
"Ah, Gojo Satoru is not the same as the rumors said." She laughed softly.
"What's the difference! Arrogant and domineering! Scum! Bad guy!" An Utahime stuck out her tongue: "This class of juniors are all finished! Completely finished! Glass, you are too miserable!"
Ieiri Naoko coolly stretched out two fingers and saluted seriously at the corner of her forehead.
Seeing her playing like this, Angeji was no longer angry and just chuckled.
But Mingming suddenly remembered something:
"What about that classmate who came later? I really want to meet him."
While on a mission outside, Mingming was also keeping an eye on the college. Both of them knew that there were three extraordinary juniors and seniors in this class, all of whom had techniques that were only seen once in a thousand years, and one of them was the famous Gojo Satoru. Although he could not come back, he was still paying attention to him.
As a result, a few days later, another one appeared. Compared with the other three younger students, this one was a second-level sorcerer who had no spells. Angehime was still thinking about him and said that she was worried that this younger student would be bullied.
But Mingming felt that something was wrong.
Although among the two, Iori Utahime, a sorcerer from a family (but her family is in decline), certainly has more information sources than Meimei, but the civilian sorcerer Meimei himself is not interested in fighting on the front lines, but prefers to play games that are free from rules. Her sense of smell and comprehension abilities are quite good. Although she has not yet expanded her business to the entire sorcery world or even to curse masters, it is still easy for her to tell from the existing information that the new classmate is not a simple person.
To be honest, although both of them came over to say hello, compared to An Utahime who came purely to recognize people, Mingming's curiosity about Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru was not as strong as his curiosity about Senmaku.
"Oh, him." Ieiri Naoko thought for a moment and said, "He's in the library."
"Eh......?" Iori Utahime drawled out.
"I feel like Senior Utahime has never been to the library. Would you like to go with us?" Geto Suguru made the invitation at the right time.
"Okay, okay." An Utahime agreed first, then reacted: "I know where it is! I'm your senior! Hey! Who are you looking down on!"
As a result, when he looked up, he met Xia Youjie's surprised gaze. As if realizing that he was being rude, Xia Youjie slowly looked away.
What are you acting? She saw it all!
The fur that had just exploded due to stress exploded again, and Ieiri Shoko walked up and touched Iori Utahime.
"Okay, let's go together. Qianjian is in the library when he's not in class these days, so we should be able to find him."
“…So hard-working!?” An Utahime was greatly shocked and moved: “What a good student!”
“……”There’s no need to jump to conclusions so early.
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The library of the technical college can actually be called a book bank or a study room because it is really poor.
The black wooden bookshelf is about 2.4m high, 1m wide, and has five layers. Two bookshelves put together and placed back to back with two other bookshelves form a set.
There are probably less than 20 sets of bookshelves in the entire reading room.
Based on the average thickness of the books, a bookshelf can hold about 250 books, a group of 1,000 books, and the entire library has about 20,000 books displayed outside, not counting duplicates.
There is a tightly closed compartment deep in the reading room, which contains books that are not convenient for others to read casually. Generally, they can only be opened through the formal path of the night moth, and there is a time limit for reading.
When the two third-year students followed the three first-year students to the reading room, the two girls stopped without noticing, even though they normally would come here to look up information during the weekend or before a mission.
“…What…is going on?”
An Geji was dumbfounded and pointed inside with a trembling hand.
"Just as you can see, this place has become the nests of thousands of my classmates! Isn't it amazing?" Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand and showed it proudly.
When you push open the door, the first thing you see is several piles of books stacked up in different categories, as if the bookshelf had been hollowed out and tidied. The floor was covered with clean cloth and there were cushions in some places. At first glance, it really looked like some animal's nest. An Geji had to work very hard to see a white head through a gap surrounded by books on three sides.
Looking at this scene, she did not dare to go in, and only said cautiously:
"Will it not disturb the new students?"
Ieiri Naoko hesitated for a moment, then pointed at Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru, who had already changed their shoes and walked over:
"It's okay, let them come."
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The books in the technical high school were arranged in a very messy manner. There were basically no systematic books for sorcerers. Most of them were notes of the predecessors. Among them, the mission reports of the predecessors were also compiled into booklets as reference materials for the younger generations.
However, most people don't like writing reports.
So it is understandable that one would realize while reading that the cursed spirit is actually insulting the general directorate, or fantasizing about the deliciousness of butter potato grilled meat sukiyaki.
This kind of mission report has limited value. After all, it is hard to imagine what kind of tragedy would happen if Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru's mission reports were compiled into a book and distributed to the public.
In addition to a large number of techniques and curses (mission reports), there are also a certain number of history books. The history books here are all unofficial histories in the field of education. They may not be history, but they are really unofficial. The information that came down from Heian-kyo has a message on the first page that it may not be true, but in fact, people who read it will turn a blind eye to the untruth.
Chigenmaku is looking for the remnants of Yin-Yang magic.
This is not a fantasy. In the process of reading and searching for information day and night, Qian Jianmu's understanding of the world has become deeper and deeper, and some of his ideas have become feasible with the accumulation of facts.
Compared to a sorcerer, an Onmyoji is more of a magic profession. An Onmyoji seldom practices magic like a sorcerer, and the methods of an Onmyoji are more like personal skills than those of a sorcerer, and the professional research is deeper and more interesting.
Onmyojis are good at making seals, divination, talismans, or simply reciting mantras and coordinating certain steps and movements to attack with the power of heaven and earth. Unlike the sorcerer's ability, which is like a lottery and can only be studied by oneself except for predecessors with the same technique, the Onmyoji's ability is fully educated with the support of talent. The upper limit is very high and most people cannot reach it, but it is not difficult to reach a normal level.
Although Onmyoji and sorcery are not related, in fact, the two have been cooperating and complementing each other in the early days. Just as Chigenmaku expected, he found traces of Onmyoji in the sorcerer's books.
The most obvious of these is the barrier technique.
The barrier techniques in the world of curse are very strange.
Whether it was the 'tent' that every sorcerer had, or any other variety of barriers, they actually had no real effect of setting up a barrier. Qianjianmu tried to place a few, and he did not lose any spell power.
It is more like borrowing rather than casting a barrier spell.
Then he saw a name.
——Tianyuan.
The immortal sorcerer who has supported the Japanese barrier for a thousand years, a half-dead fossil in the world of sorcery.
Tengen supports all the barriers in Japan, which means that in essence, sorcerers cannot actually use barrier techniques at all. The barrier techniques in the books are more like "Tengen Operation Manual" than barrier techniques, which are instructions for using Tengen barrier techniques.
Why did the art of barrier formation, which can be mastered through hard study, decline after thousands of years? We even have to rely entirely on Tianyuan, and no one is learning or investigating anything and getting used to it?
Because the barrier technique was eliminated by the survival of the fittest.
It is very likely that the sorcerer will not be able to invoke the barrier technique himself, nor will he be able to support the use of the barrier technique. Most barriers require spiritual items as the core of the formation. However, as spiritual power declines, the sorcerer will be unable to support a large barrier over time, so they can only rely on Tianyuan.
so……
Why can Tianyuan support such a huge barrier?
What is she using to support the barrier?
The most central and key figure in the entire Japanese sorcery world is Tengen, an old fellow from the Heian-kyo era. She must have experienced the era when Onmyoji and sorcerers flourished. He is an indelible focus in the Senjianmaku investigation.
Unfortunately, however, Tianyuan’s information has been completely erased since thousands of years ago. The only information from a thousand years ago was that Tianyuan was a woman and her skill was immortality.
Apart from the doubtful Tengen and barrier techniques, there are actually many traces of "decline" in the sorcerer's books.
For example, the two-faced Sukuna and the art of talismans.
There were two photos of Sukuna's fingers in the book with talismans stuck on them. Sengenmaku enlarged them and barely managed to copy down the distorted symbols on the talismans. The Onmyoji's talismans cannot be simply copied, but Sengenmaku didn't intend to learn them that way.
He compared the symbols on the talisman with the symbols commonly used by sorcerers and confirmed that these were not the symbols used by sorcerers.
The talisman that sealed the two-faced Sukuna's fingers was most likely left by an Onmyoji a thousand years ago. The sorcerer had not moved it for a thousand years, and yet it had been working for a thousand years.
At the same time, he compared the way cursed objects had been handled over the past 200 years, as well as the talismans used by sorcerers. He even asked Night Moth to take a look at the dungeon of the academy.
The sorcerer's use of talismans has a special feature:
If you don't need it, don't use it at all. If you need it, it will be everywhere, as if it were free.
It is very easy to distinguish the talismans left by the Onmyoji and those left by the sorcerer. The Onmyoji only needs to wrap it back and forth with one or two pieces of paper, while the sorcerer would like to wrap the things with yellow paper.
Ultimately, it was because the sorcerer's spells were too weak, and he could only win by quantity.
Talismans and barriers are the two most obvious anomalies in terms of ability that cannot be integrated into the sorcerer's system. In fact, there are also anomalies in spells and curse spirits.
In spells, such as necromancy.
The art of summoning spirits is actually a kind of technique for communicating the energy of heaven and earth. It was originally a form of witchcraft, and it is not entirely a Yin-Yang technique. But the contradiction is, in this world where no other supernatural forces survive except spells, how can you sorcerers cast spirits? What kind of spirit are you summoning?
A cursed spirit?
There are also incantations, which are actually communications with spirits. They were originally witchcraft, but later evolved into a type of Shintoism in Japan. A great Onmyoji who is proficient in the nature of the world can kill enemies with words. A name is the shortest spell. An Onmyoji can even use a name to give birth to an individual.
On the sorcerer's side, after it was transformed into a spell, although the lower limit of learning became blood inheritance, the upper limit was also greatly lowered. The side effects are extremely serious. In nine out of ten cases, the person will become mute after reaching adulthood. His only use is to attack, and he really uses spells as close combat.
In addition to the problem of the technique, there is also the problem of the curse.
The cursed spirit itself is a real individual that is born from the dissipation of human negative emotions (curse power) and condensation of similar and identical categories, and is ultimately based on the most fearful "imagination" among the instincts of the human masses.
Qian Jianmu doesn't think that the consciousness of the cursed spirits is really completely independent. Their negative thoughts actually come from humans themselves. In a sense, people can even find the darkest shadow of humanity in the cursed spirits.
In fact, this is very contradictory. Curse spirits are not all bad, but it is absolutely unacceptable for humans to be non-bad. After all, curse spirits are born from human negative emotions.
Some cursed spirits, if you insist on calling them cursed spirits, they are indeed cursed spirits, but in fact these cursed spirits are more like some kind of elves.
This feeling is very vague. Most of the cursed spirits that the sorcerer needs to remove are those that do evil, but in fact there are also those cursed spirits that are not purely for killing, but are actually born from nature. There is something subtly wrong with the temperament of these cursed spirits.
Finally, after investigating day and night, Qian Jianmu roughly divided spells and cursed spirits into two categories:
Spells:
Incantations, shikigami, necromancy, etc. - Onmyoji/witchcraft techniques.
Ten kinds of shadow magic, no lower limit, blood manipulation, etc. - pure incantation magic.
Curse Spirit:
Born from human negative emotions or imagination, such as the slit-mouthed woman and the running woman - pure cursed spirits.
The birth of nature (verb and noun) catalyzed by humans, such as tree-shaped cursed spirits, object cursed spirits - partial elves/monsters.
The reason for this chaotic evolution is actually very similar to that of Geto Suguru.
Originally, his body was very inclusive, and his chosen profession was spiritual power. However, due to the sluggish market, he had to use cursed power as his main energy source. After his form was changed by cursed power, he joined the sorcerer system.
This kind of existence that has been changed by acquired factors is generally polarized, either extremely weak (unable to use their original talents) or extremely strong (stimulated by cursed power and rebounding from the bottom).
This discovery was a good one for Qian Jianmu, as it meant that the root of positive and negative (flesh or nature) still existed, and it was only the lack of spiritual power that caused this situation.
He spent nearly ten days digging and trying to find the method and path to learn Yin and Yang or witchcraft from the sorcerer's books.
Consulting the library of the technical college was a huge project, with tens of thousands of books, and the books were arranged in a rather chaotic manner. Qian Jianmu had to classify the books first, and then read them page by page.
The only advantage is that there are almost no books on modern science here, which reduces a lot of distractions.
He reads very fast, but turning the pages takes time. Zero cannot read paper books, so he has to think about the classification bit by bit. For ten whole days, he slept in the library and only finished less than a thousand books.
He was human, but he preferred this kind of work to fighting gorillas.
Buried in a pile of books, Chigenmaku was studying hard today. He vaguely heard some noises, but thought it was other sorcerers who came to the high school. He didn't think much about it, but suddenly he was pulled up and occupied an altitude of two and a half meters in the posture of a lion king. He looked at the three girls in the distance with a confused look on his face.
"Look! Here is a student named Chikan who is studying very hard!"
“…”
He didn't hit Gojo Satoru because he was magnanimous, not because he couldn't beat him.
Absolutely not!
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