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Rooftop.
The man in white robe let go of the boy and watched him fall.
Falling onto the dark red runway, it seemed as if falling into complete darkness.
But the falling boy looked up at him, his brows relaxed, with his usual calmness and gentleness.
Even if he was thrown from a tall building, even if he was hit by a car, even if he encountered death a thousand or ten thousand times... it still couldn't move him.
After all, who can impress him?
The white-robed man's fingers trembled slightly.
In his memory, he always stood there, in a place of incomparable safety, as if he had seen that person fall countless times before his eyes—he had fallen countless times before his eyes, his brows relaxed, his expression calm—
【It doesn't matter】
Always convey this message to everyone.
-2-
It’s okay to hurt me
It’s okay to abandon me
It doesn't matter if I'm killed.
...This guy, who has a calm temperament, but is as fragile as porcelain.
It seemed like anyone could break him.
And it seemed that no one could break him.
Who can destroy him?
Who can make him cry?
This... monster.
-3-
The man in white robes had wanted to see him for a long time.
He wanted to see him all the time.
Whether it was when he officially revived, or after meeting those guys, when he officially created the "Eternal Life Game" and the organization behind it...
【Eternal Life Society】.
[Life is above everything, the past builds the future], the purpose of the Eternal Life Society.
The man in white robes is one of the founders of the Society of Eternal Life.
During the time he stayed in the Eternal Life Society, slowly, as he devoured more and more undead souls, the past became clearer.
After all, without [memories], how can there be eternal life?
-4-
The man in white robe actually didn't care about the wishes of the other guys.
He didn't even care much about eternal life. After all, he thought, "eternal life" was just a slogan that could fool fools.
He helped others establish the Eternal Life Society... and did things for them... simply to... take advantage of the opportunity to devour more world energy...
See more clearly...the person in my memory.
When alive, when dead.
Even if the memory is incomplete, even if it still cannot be fully recovered, that person still occupies every moment of his recovered memory of his life.
The person who was closely related to him, depended on him, and had the same blood as him.
In memory, they are twins and each other's only one.
They are no different, not only are they each other's twins, but they are also each other's mirror images and reflections.
-5-
I will protect you
【Hold my hand tight】
[Together, we can definitely——]
...But now, he chose to betray.
Even without having to clarify his distant memories of his life, he knew it.
Because the man in white robe had come to see him many times before.
Long before he became known as "P."
In this person's so-called "life", and also in this person's "after death" when he has not yet lost his memory.
...But, every time, that person's attitude was very clear.
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"Where do I have a twin brother?"
The so-called "before death" that person gave him a polite yet confused smile: "Sir, you got the wrong person, right? Please let me pass, my girlfriend's espresso is almost melting, she's waiting for me."
The so-called "afterlife" didn't even bother to smile at him: "What brother? No need to build relationships, just make a deal. Are you sure you can get me into the system world? Memory...memory is not a problem, it doesn't matter how much is erased."
……traitor.
Even if the transaction has already been completed.
Even if the president had made a bet with this person.
Even though, according to the rules of the [Eternal Life Society], he should never attack his biggest partner and most critical ally...
The man in white robe looked coldly at the falling boy.
-7-
traitor.
Die a thousand times, ten thousand times.
Betrayed him, denied him, ignored his existence countless times... Obviously, clearly we were each other's reflection, leaning on each other...
"I'm sorry. I don't have a twin brother. You've got the wrong person."
…Mingmingly, in the fragmented memories that returned, along with your flashing figure, all that appeared were the words “brother”.
Mingming, past, present and future.
Obviously, I am the only one who looks at you.
Why do you always... always leave me behind... willingly pursue those... willingly pursue those who are outside of us, have nothing to do with us, and will never give you love and care -
In the dark night, the man in white robe watched the boy falling from the building.
Miss M jumped down from the No. 9 teaching building at a very fast speed, approached the boy, and was about to reach out to catch him.
That woman.
That...damn banshee.
The man in white robe couldn't help but grit his teeth.
She is so pitiful.
Damn it too.
-8-
"...Brother, you've really turned into a stupid dog."
Dogs are creatures that really do recognize their owners.
Its heart and eyes are filled with only its master. Every choice it makes is in line with the master's direction, chasing and following. While chasing, it holds its heart in its mouth, for fear that it will be abandoned by the master.
But an ordinary puppy following an ordinary human leads an ordinary and simple life...
But he chose to follow that woman? That unbearable monster?
Are you planning to fall into the deepest dark quagmire?
Moreover, that woman would never put a collar on you, and would never turn around to hold your leash——
You, a stupid dog who recognized its master, have long been a stray dog.
Whether in life or after death.
The heart that you always hold in your mouth and offer unconditionally has been broken countless times by that woman.
-9-
You're just a stray dog.
-10-
I have seen you fall again and again, and I have seen you abandoned again and again.
…But now, it rushed back into the quagmire, wagging its tail wildly.
Is it the nature of a dog?
The man in white robe wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter anything.
He pitied him, hated him, loathed him, and missed him.
he……
-11-
"I love you, brother."
The man in white robe put on his hood, and his mirror-like face disappeared in the night breeze on the rooftop.
-12-
One day...you'll recognize me.
I... am your... only one.
See you in the next world.
-13-
Mr. P watched silently as the man in white robe disappeared.
...In fact, he could no longer see anything from his falling perspective, but he had always been very sensitive to the data changes in world travel, so he sensed at the first moment that someone had opened the shuttle channel and completely left this world.
"Brother"?
No.
He knew very well that he did not have a twin brother.
Some things are still clear even after their memories are erased. For example, Mr. P clearly understands that he "absolutely doesn't want to fall in love again, and it's likely that he was tragically abandoned by someone." He is also very clear that "I definitely don't have any younger brothers, and I have never been called 'brother'" -
Even if he had relatives during his lifetime, he would not engage in twin orthopedics.
It makes me sick just thinking about it, ugh.
-14-
Mr. P discovered some time ago that he hated the twin setting, especially the twin sister.
He must resist the orthopedic sister complex from the bottom of his heart.
Things that have died of old age should just stay in the grave. Why are you jumping out and calling me "sister" all the time?
-15-
So, where did that guy come from?
According to the data collected when the network was set up before, that guy has a close connection with the female ghost and the Eternal Life Game... Is he a member of the organization behind the Eternal Life Game?
Hmm.
I have already detained the female ghost. I will be able to find out the truth by interrogating her.
And, it looks like this guy won't give up pestering me.
As long as you check the bugs and continue to do maintenance tasks, you will run into him again sooner or later.
...The important thing is, where did he get these false memories from? What kind of memory would make him cling to someone like me, calling me "brother" over and over again?
And that face looks really disturbing...My boss has always been very picky about taste. If a similar substitute for the type he likes appears, he won't like it.
After all, my boss pursues "uniqueness" very much. She is a girl who has a unique way of adding toppings when ordering milk tea.
He didn't want his plans to be disrupted by a fake that suddenly appeared.
-16-
I felt pity for my boss, but I also looked down on me as a "stupid dog" and a "stupid dog"...
Mr. P protected the screaming little boss boy tightly, and caught a glimpse of Miss M approaching from the corner of his eye.
……ah.
The bangs were blown up by the wind, revealing the forehead, looking silly.
-17-
Why do you feel sorry for me?
Such a lovely boss will always come to save me first no matter how many trash she thinks she has to kill.
Arms, toes, cheeks, throat.
Hitting, kicking, with the tip of the knife against my face, she concentrated on picking out the most matching petals and singing a song just for me.
Carefully designed, every little surprise is full of heart.
——What is it about such an intimate and interesting death that makes you feel pity for me?
-18-
Every time, every day.
My lovely boss will try his best to think of various ways to touch me more intimately and interestingly.
Every day, every time, is like opening a candy bar with different flavors and tasting completely different tastes.
-19-
Even if you go to a convenience store to buy assorted candies, you still have to spend time selecting → purchasing → paying → packing, etc.
He even had to comfort Miss X, who was frustrated and confused about her job prospects.
But facing the boss...
He just needs to wait where he is.
Wait for her to appear beside you in a flash, and wait for her to create all kinds of unique little surprises.
Ah, the only thing you need to pay attention to is that after getting a surprise, you can't show an expression that is too happy or too surprised.
To express "trouble", show a distressed expression, and say something ambiguous like "It really hurts, please don't be like this".
In this way, the boss will be happy to create the next cute little surprise.
-20-
After all, Mr. P never lies.
Moreover, he knew that saying "please don't" to his boss was equivalent to "please", and she would definitely skip over "please don't" with great pleasure, ignore the "don't", and directly start the prohibited content after "don't".
For example, "Please don't bother me," "Please don't steal my drink," and "Please don't come into my bedroom and jump on the bed and roll around."
Having said that, the boss will definitely do so.
It has the same effect as telling a cat "Please don't push the cup."
-twenty one-
So it was natural for Mr. P to be bothered by his boss, drink from the same drink with his boss, and have his boss suddenly jump on him in bed while he was sleeping and roll around in a cute manner.
These are just little work tips for subordinates.
Um.
-twenty two-
Every day, every time, Mr. P happily uses his little work skills like this.
Every day, every time, when he opened his eyes again, he saw his boss squatting beside him with his knees hugged and scattering flower petals with a look of "I win again" on his face.
Pink flowers, a boss with bangs, even the blood that he hated the most, dripping from her cheeks or fingertips seemed no different from sweet cherry wine.
"I have carefully prepared a death for you, do you like it?" - She exuded an aura of pride and joy all over her body.
So, in order not to suppress the upward curve of his mouth, he had to smile directly at her.
"Please don't do this."
[Making money again]
-twenty three-
My boss who takes the initiative to create fun for me is so well-behaved and cute.
Every day, every time, he is very happy.
Love? Neither he nor she needs it.
He just needed her carefully orchestrated death.
Instead of pursuing something as far-fetched as "love" that she currently has no interest in, the "murderous intent" that she is immersed in day and night is what she most needs him to seduce and master.
However, this is just his judgment based on the "present".
The process of laying the network requires a gradual and orderly process.
If I can fully grasp her "murderous intent"... then I can go deeper...
Of course, sometimes it is necessary...
-twenty four-
Hide the things I carefully designed.
And I can’t let my boss find out.
Hide anything that might dampen her interest.
Never let your boss find out.
Mr. P lowered his head, and a crimson data light flickered at his fingertips.
——He bit into the source boss's neck, and his fingertips carrying the data directly inserted into the heart of this powerful evil spirit.
-25-
Energy... he needed energy.
Only in this way can I cover up these disgusting and dirty eyes again.
-26-
The boss at the source of this small world immediately screamed. Even though Mr. P had no intention of harming it, the awakened evil spirit still felt very uncomfortable as its energy was being drained. Strength, memories, and resentment from past lives all flowed out at once, as if being sucked away by a needle forcefully piercing its soul.
That's what evil spirits are like.
Not to mention the feeling of being torn apart by employees who are not evil spirits.
The feeling of being plundered. Being punctured. The feeling of being completely shattered on a soul-level, unable to hold it together.
From the very beginning, after being abducted by that female ghost and torn apart at the source, this feeling has followed me like a shadow.
——Mr. P didn't care at all.
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【It doesn't matter】
【It doesn’t matter】
I have to stop my boss, appease my boss, get back to my boss, and turn myself back into the good-looking me with blue eyes as soon as possible.
——It doesn’t matter how much broken glass your paws get stuck in as you run towards your master.
…Well, but, of course.
-28-
Only a fool would choose to hide the pain he felt when running towards her.
Miss M's outstretched hand froze.
The moment she quickly reached out to rescue her subordinate in the night wind, she seemed to catch a glimpse of scarlet - but the next moment, the subordinate raised his head again to her, his eyes as bright as the shallow sea.
as always.
——It was even stretched and transformed directly. The moment she reached out to touch him and he raised his head, the vague silhouette of the little boy in the dark night turned into a reliable subordinate again.
Mr. P's thoughts and deliberations seemed to take a long time, but in reality, she didn't even notice for a second as Miss M leaned in and extended her hand.
That scarlet color.
That weak and powerless boy.
...all disappeared.
Miss M directly held the warm hand of an adult human being. She didn't know how many times she had held it.
Mr. P reached down and grabbed the boss boy, who had passed out again due to the forced extraction he had just done.
Miss M showed a puzzled expression.
"I just saw..."
-29-
"In a desperate situation, I had no choice but to draw some energy from the source boss of this world."
The subordinate's tone remained calm, but upon closer inspection, it seemed to tremble slightly: "I've only just recovered a little..."
As if he could no longer hold it back, he turned his head and coughed, his cheeks as white as paper in the night wind.
Ms. M: “…”
Miss M immediately exerted her strength to pull her weak subordinate up, pulled her into the classroom, and then closed the doors and windows.
"You really are weak and useless, Little P."
"Haha... Of course... Ahem..."
-30-
Mr. P coughed lightly and gestured for her to look at the boss he had brought up with him. "Next, wake this client up. I'll, ahem, adjust the data flow and erase the students' memories. Ahem, send them off and we'll be done..."
Miss M was a little annoyed: "Stop coughing all the time, it's so noisy."
The coughing sound was immediately suppressed, and the subordinate leaned against the broken classroom wall, covering his mouth and nose, and shaking his shoulders from time to time.
He was still protecting the evil spirit that looked like a little boy, his fingers gripping its shoulders, keeping the force very light, but his knuckles turned white.
Ms. M: “…”
Tsk.
Miss M pulled the boss out of her subordinate's arms and tossed it aside like trash: "Why are you still protecting it? A demon that can fall unconscious after jumping off a building is rubbish. Let it complain. If it does, I'll chop it off."
"Hmm... cough cough..."
So annoying.
-31-
Miss M couldn't help but scratch her hair.
Out of extreme irritability, she scratched her hair roughly, and her bangs, which were already messed up by the night wind, became even more messy and stuck up everywhere.
"After this mission, I'll grant you two days of paid leave. Come back to work after you've recovered."
Mr. P shook his head and said weakly but firmly, "No need. Anyway, even if it's paid leave, I still have to take care of your three meals a day. It's better not to let you go... ahem..."
Miss M's long, black hair has been grabbed by herself and is in a state of chaos.
Unable to bear the brunt of her frustration, she simply bared her teeth at her subordinates with her aggressive hairstyle, "Forget it! Then you don't have to take responsibility! I'll cook for the next two days!"
Mr. P: “…”
Mr. P coughed up a mouthful of blood instantly.
Ms. M: “…”
-32-
For the first time in my life.
Miss M was not excited at all when she saw her subordinate coughing up blood. Instead, she stood there in a daze and took two steps back.
“…Ah, sorry.”
Surprisingly, she was scared.
Looking up at his boss who was frozen in a ferocious state, Mr. P raised his head and wiped the corner of his mouth calmly.
"When I heard you say you wanted to cook, I got excited and used too much force."
-33-
"...Little P, you want to die, don't you?! Are you playing tricks on your boss?! Don't you know that your miserable and weak appearance is just a little bit away from being completely devoured - one more fall and you'll be turned into pieces and fed to the evil spirits - you really want to die, don't you?! If you want to die, come to me - instead of coughing to death, it's better for me to draw my sword -"
"Calm down. Calm down. I'm fine."
"Ah, you can still laugh. Laugh at me. As expected, you want to die. You want to die, right? Do you want your boss to satisfy you? If you want to die, your boss has a direct coupon here."
"Haha... no need... I'm fine... give me a hug?"
"Hold your head. Are you the Holy Father? You're so weak and still want to comfort others? And do you think your boss needs a weakling like you to comfort him? Hmm? As expected, you want your boss's death coupon..."
-34-
Mr. P stretched out his blood-free hand and smoothed down Miss M's fringe.
"Then please hug me."
He arched his eyebrows in a somewhat helpless manner, still maintaining a calm expression that said, "It's okay," but he frankly said, "It really hurt. I almost died."
“…”
Miss M's expression didn't waver in the slightest.
At that moment, she was very, very cold.
"Little P is so weak. Damn weak. If you keep being weak, the boss will just trample you to death."
-35-
The next moment, Mr. P, whose boss held his head and rubbed his neck, said: "Yes, yes."
She's acting like a spoiled brat.
…She always uses such a terrifying aura and expression, and it’s obvious that she’s just acting like a spoiled child.
And, step on me to death?
Isn’t this behavior essentially just acting like a spoiled child?
-36-
really.
Those who would do something useless like "hiding their pain"...
Mr. P turned his head to avoid his boss touching the dirty side of his face stained with blood when he bent down to hug and rub him.
Just stupid dogs.
-37-
In the depths of the beautiful and harmless light blue, scarlet flashed for a moment and then returned to silence.
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