This is not a perfect stage.

The lighting was different from what they had rehearsed, the accompaniment was rock music, and before going on stage, Munechika could only simply warm up his voice.

The outfit is the same as before, with some minor temporary changes.

This is a theater. There are no MV boards and no cameras to take care of. Instead, there are audiences in the audience, some near and some far away.

The movements need to be changed, the dance steps need to be changed, and the intensity of the performance needs to be changed.

Munechika stood in the center of the stage. He had considered a lot since he agreed to go on stage. Doing something seriously is never as easy as imagined.

Before the lights came on, before the prelude sounded, he breathed steadily, closed his eyes and went over all the things he should pay attention to, then froze them in his mind.

"despair."

“Tatta…”

The lights were turned on in sequence, and the originally noisy audience suddenly became quiet.

Since he did not inform others about the program changes, he would naturally be questioned.

Munechika knew this very well, but he accepted it anyway.

For him, as long as it's a stage, it can't be messed up.

Prelude, prelude, accompaniment.

The audience gradually became agitated.

"The lingering anxiety hidden in your heart—" After he opened his mouth, he could hear the voices of the audience.

"Hey, was he the day before yesterday?!"

"Really? Is that true?"

Some are looking forward to it, some are curious.

The discussion had no effect on Munechika. It was clearly a performance for the audience, but he had enough confidence to maintain himself and was not affected at all.

And the reason why he performed well was not just because of himself.

Munechika glanced at the audience below the stage, and when he saw the held-up fluorescent stick and the slightly illuminated person, the corners of his mouth curled up.

"What exactly is that feeling of incomprehensible disharmony—"

Singing and drumming echoed in the theater, the audience was aroused, and the atmosphere gradually became better.

The top beam of an indoor stage.

That figure was reflected in Gogol's eyes. One of his eyes was covered by a poker card. He was admiring the singing from above. The communicator at his ear was turned on, and the singing sound was transmitted to the other side of the communication line through the new number.

Not long after, a sound came from the earphones.

[What do you think?]

The person below was full of confidence and dazzling, attracting everyone's attention, but he was like a nightingale singing in a cage.

"So-so~"

No different from ordinary people.

"Atu, are you sure he is the same as us?"

But the shackles are not

The self-aware look made him uncomfortable.

The voice in the headset did not give a direct answer.

[He is confused and unsure of his own existence. All the characteristics of his appearance are illusions. He is like a blank sheet of paper that can be painted with any color.]

[Finally...his special ability is very useful.]

The electric current blurred the smile.

"Really? Since Atuo said so..." Gogol smiled faintly.

Atuo can't be wrong.

As the music below reached its climax, the figures on the stage began to appear and disappear, but the audience did not seem to notice anything unusual.

Munechika's pupils shrank and the singing stopped abruptly.

Foreseeing the crisis, he leaped back, and the surface of the ground in front of him suddenly disappeared.

The wooden floor surface from above fell from the white awning and broke in two when it hit the ground.

The crowd became agitated as they sensed the danger.

"Huh, you dodged? Sorry to interrupt your performance." The other party's tone was light and the apology seemed sincere, if he hadn't just activated his supernatural powers.

Munechika looked up and met those golden eyes, and a warning of danger came over him.

He knew this person.

In addition to the somewhat vague memory of comics, the memory of the formed world also contains some information about him.

Gogol, a Space-Type, can connect his cape to a location within a 30-meter range.

Can you beat him? I haven't tried.

The enemy was too powerful, so he rarely restricted the use of his supernatural powers. Of course, he did not activate the power of pollution. Gravity emerged from his body. At the moment of using his supernatural powers, Munechika felt as if he was hit on the head by something and felt a fierce rejection.

[…like]

[The world suddenly opened its eyes and looked here]

[He finally discovered the stowaway who broke the rules]

Kunikida Doppo stood up from his chair and was about to go to the front to provide support, but was stopped by Edogawa Ranpo.

The man who still looked like a teenager opened his eyes and showed a rare serious expression on his face: "It's okay, go evacuate the people."

The young man on the stage dodged once but not the second time. He barely opened one eye and consciously held the phone in his arms. When Gogol caught it and activated the transmission, he disappeared on the spot like an elusive mist phantom.

When the riots subsided, no one was injured or killed, only people who shouldn't have existed disappeared.

…

"goodbye."

I don't know who it was, but he whispered a goodbye so quietly that no one could hear it.

Gravity spreads around me, colors change all around me, and the world seems to be suspended in the air like a marble.

Munechika opened his eyes.

There was confusion in those silver eyes.

Looking back, he could not find the world that had just excluded him, and naturally, he could not find the world where his "home" was.

It was so quiet that one might have lost their hearing.

Munechika stood there expressionless for a while before moving. He took out the protected cell phone from his arms and gently tightened his fingers as if he was holding the most precious treasure.

He does not belong to any world, but he has a home that he recognizes from the bottom of his heart.

He closed his eyes, his ochre hair gradually faded to silver, draped unevenly around his body, reaching his back.

The reason for being forced to leave one's own world is being influenced by people's wishes.

With a certain degree of wish power, he obtained the supernatural powers of Chuuya Nakahara, and was believed by people with authority in this world, that is, people favored by the world, and the supernatural powers he obtained also changed accordingly.

Because of his own uniqueness, Munechika will not be excluded when he lands alone in a world. He does not belong to any world, but he can also belong to any world, so he will not be driven away when he first arrives.

The way to leave the world is to use all your abilities to let the world know that there is a bug in the system.

A person cannot see another self.

Naturally, there cannot be isotopes in the same world.

Munechika held the cell phone in both hands with a calm expression. He lowered his head slightly and rested his forehead on his hands, his silver hair falling as he moved.

This is a prayer-like action.

He couldn't find the way home for the time being, but he knew he couldn't stop.

If he really stayed where he was, he would never be able to return home.

Only by looking forward, only by moving forward regardless of anything, maybe one day.

…

Every step is a world.

In other words, every time he arrives in a new world, he needs people's recognition. He needs to disguise himself... he needs to cosplay as a native person in this world and create a difference before he can leave.

Only by leaving can he move forward again.

This may be... a very long journey.

Munechika was dressed entirely in white, including his eyebrows, long eyelashes, and skin. He reflected the light shining on him, blending in strangely with the environment, which was changing colors all the time.

He stood up straight. In fact, there was no difference between up and down, left and right here. The gravity on his body came entirely from Nakahara Chuuya's special ability.

He took a step forward.

Brother Senku, Bai Ye’s father…please don’t forget me.

If you forget...

Only half of the unfinished thought appeared, and the rest was consciously buried by Zongqin.

Just as sudden as the disappearance just now

Woo, Zongqin fell into a new world.

The forest is vast and fresh. Although it is quiet all around, there is the sound of wind rustling through the leaves and insects flapping their wings. The low decibel sound is particularly pleasing to the ear after the silence just now.

Here is...

"What is that?"

"Human?"

"He's not a human. He appeared out of nowhere."

"But he has no magical powers at all."

A faint voice reached his ears, but before Munechika moved, the voices spoke again.

"You see, he didn't notice us. He is a human."

Munechika looked over, but the little monsters, who were no longer paying attention to him, didn't notice his movements and began to squat outside the bushes, talking among themselves.

"Compared to this, it seems that there are big stars filming nearby recently... filming something, it looks like it's very lively, do you want to go over and have some fun?"

“Yeah!”

"Wait, isn't there a rumor that there is a demon exorcist there?"

"Really?"

"Is he the demon exorcist we know?"

"It seems like, Natori...Natori Junichi?"

“No.”

“No.”

It must be Natori Monday.

Munechika leaned against the tree and heard this, complaining helplessly in his heart, these little monsters are really too careless.

Big Star and Natori Monday? Although I don’t know the exact time now, there is one option that won’t go wrong.

Munechika's height shrank to 167cm, his long hair became short, brown hair and brown eyes. He raised his hand to block the sunlight from the gaps between the leaves.

His eyes were still a bit lighter in color, but he couldn't help it.

Natsume Takashi is the character who has appeared as a cosplayer the most times in the work "Book of Friends". Munechika himself has a good affinity with this character, so he naturally prefers to play a character he is familiar with.

He can change into any form. Since this is not his own world and there are no key people here, he does not need to follow the original rules.

As for those little monsters.

After chatting for a while, we seemed to have talked too much and separated. During this time, I didn't even look at him.

As a human being, Munechika was completely ignored.

Munechika is very sensitive to sight and can tell whether he is being seen or not.

If it was in the city, he might still be troubled and have trouble distinguishing, but in a sparsely populated forest like this, he could even distinguish the sight lines of monsters and animals clearly.

A fat white bird landed on the tree. Its beady brown eyes reflected the brown-haired boy under the tree. The boy raised his head and happened to see

When you see it, smile and wave to it.

Fat chirping bird: (*/ω＼*) chirp~

Just as Munechika was about to leave, he noticed that the little bird was approaching him without any fear of people.

"What's wrong?"

Zongqin stretched out his hand, and Feichu rubbed his fingertips intimately.

The little claws grabbed his fingers like touching porcelain. Zong Jin's hand sank and he made a gesture to withdraw his hand. The little fat bird spread its wings and flew to the top of his head, then sat down comfortably.

Munechika, who had a white chirp on his head:...

This little thing looks small but is actually quite heavy.

"Want to follow me? But I'm going to a crowded place. If you're scared, stay away from me." Munechika smiled helplessly.

The little bird didn't know whether it understood or not, so it bent down and chirped at him.

Munechika's ability to see monsters is his own ability. Although he can see them, he does not have as strong demonic power as Natsume Takashi.

In other words, it is currently not possible to find monsters or humans who know Natsume Takashi.

Exorcists and monsters can distinguish humans by their breath, but ordinary human friends need a time difference. If Natsume Takashi is already in Yahara, the probability of being recognized is too high.

This is different from the last time when he was already recognized as Nakahara Chuuya by the people in his own world.

He needs to make people recognize that he is Natsume Takashi without meeting him in person.

Apart from key figures, ordinary people can also gain many abilities by knowing him.

For example, if ordinary people think he is an exorcist.

Or maybe some monsters think he is a monster.

Both of them can gain magical power from them.

Without having to think for long, Munechika knew what he should do.

Avoid the crew in the forest, go to a nearby city, stay away from Yahara for a while, and then...

The dark monster pressed heavily on the middle-aged man, whose expression was heavy and who exuded a desolate aura. From the watch on his wrist to the price of his leather shoes, he could tell that he was once a successful person.

Teru Nakamura is a businessman.

It can be said that he was once a very successful businessman, and everyone around him thought he was a winner in life. When he was young, he married a beautiful wife and gave birth to two lovely daughters.

My wife is beautiful and virtuous, and is a full-time housewife.

My retired parents are taken care of at home by my wife.

Nakamura Teru supported the family by himself and had enough savings to buy a villa.

Most Japanese men have the same responsibilities as him, but few can achieve this.

It is estimated that it is difficult to make a living, let alone buy a house.

But when the family happily moved into the villa, bad luck and accidents came together.

His parents became irritable.

They used to get along very well with their wives, but now they start to quarrel with them, sometimes so violently that they even beat and scold them.

The two daughters, who were still in junior high school, became timid and sensitive because of this. They were originally outgoing, cheerful and popular in school, but they were unexpectedly bullied in school.

Nakamura Teru's business also plummeted.

His company's products were found to have problems during quality inspection.

It was obvious that he had never cut corners on production materials and his employees had always been of good character, but the products he produced still failed quality inspection.

Workers also encountered problems one after another, such as falling ill, retiring, breaching contracts, or changing jobs. Soon, only a few people were left working for him.

Just now, he came out of the police station.

He received the bad news that almost crushed him.

His eldest daughter, Mina, committed suicide by jumping off a building in the morning because she could not stand the bullying at school.

But last night, Mina ran up to him and hugged him, comforting him with her sweet voice: "It's okay, Dad, everything will be fine."

Nakamura Teru was walking on the road in a daze. This place was quite close to the villa area and there were not many pedestrians and cars around. He walked towards the corner.

He heard a series of urgent car horns and the sound of tires braking, but he lowered his head as if he didn't hear them.

“Chuck!!”

The shrill cries of birds pierced through everything and reached his ears.

A furry touch hit his face, and Teru Nakamura was so scared that he quickly took two steps back, trying to see what it was, and the next second a car almost passed him by.

"Drive carefully!!" The other driver also complained that he did not slow down when turning, so he just shouted angrily and drove away in the truck.

It was only then that Nakamura Teru realized what had happened and broke out in a cold sweat.

"Xiaochu, don't run around."

The sound of voices and trotting footsteps coming from the side made Nakamura Teru turn his head.

The fat white bird that had just bumped into him spread its wings and flew crookedly over the head of the breathless brown-haired boy. When its clear brown eyes met his, Nakamura Hiru felt that the heaviness that was suffocating him seemed to be much lighter.

"you……"

Munechika looked at the abnormally rampant monster with fangs bared and claws laughing behind the middle-aged man.

"Excuse me, do you need any help?"

Nakamura Teru's reaction was a little slow, and he looked a little confused.

The clean and peaceful young man in front of him stretched out his hand to him. The wind seemed to be particularly fond of him, blowing through the hem of his clothes and the strands of hair on his forehead, leaving his gentle smile unobstructed.

"I'm sorry if I'm so abrupt. Let me introduce myself. My name is Takashi Natsume, and I'm a demon exorcist."