Chapter 100 Chapter 100 The Truth (I)
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Mo Shiyu seemed to be in the boundless ocean.
He heard a sound similar to that of waves brushing against his body, a conch shell whispering in his ear, and concentrated fluorescence spread out in front of him, like a galaxy made up of brilliant sand. The world took off its vast mask in front of him, fell in front of him, and poured down a sky full of stars.
"Time fish, time fish, time fish...!"
The childish chorus, with its ominous echo, penetrated into his brain like a physical object in an irrational way.
Mo Shiyu couldn't describe the feeling of his soul being touched. It was completely beyond human comprehension. He covered his ears and his fingers trembled uncontrollably.
This voice silently extinguished his vigilance, extending countless addictive illusory tentacles to entwine his soul, guiding it to undergo some kind of transformation.
"Defensive midfielder, defensive midfielder, defensive midfielder..."
He said with joy.
"Shiyuyao, grown up..."
The tattoo on the lower back was incredibly hot, growing from the size of a coin to an increasingly larger size. In a trance, I heard the cry of a baby.
Mo Shiyu felt that rationality was fading away and madness was taking over.
Fortunately, the mask on his head continued to generate purifying power, allowing him to maintain the last bit of clarity.
He instinctively arched his body to resist the pain, and a murmur escaped his throat, "...It hurts so much."
The childish voice stopped abruptly.
Silence returned to the surroundings, and Mo Shiyu's head, which was about to explode, finally got a breath. He tried his best to open his sweat-soaked eyelashes, and looked around tentatively with his sore eyes.
I can't see anything, no gorgeous Milky Way, no sky full of stars.
There is only endless darkness.
"I'm sorry..." The chorus of countless children rang out again, this time much softer and more cautious. "Yes, you will feel uncomfortable. I forgot. Don't be angry with me. I'm so happy..."
Mo Shiyu opened his mouth, "... "Shu", is that you?"
"It's me." The children's voices said softly in unison, "I will always be here with you."
"Forever..." Mo Shiyu was stunned for a moment.
He was not reassured by these partial words, but instead felt a sense of unease from the bottom of his heart.
Not long ago, Mo Shiyu was trapped in the ovary of a worm in the underground of Yokohama. At that time, he had a dream. In the dream, there was a "page of a book" that fell into the palm of his hand.
There is a similar sentence written on it, also left by the "book".
"I will always pray for your happiness."
He always speaks these soft and loving words, but the reality seems to be a completely different funny pantomime.
Mo Shiyu closed his eyes tightly, trying to calm down and looking into the darkness.
"Can you tell me the truth about everything?"
The book paused for a moment.
During the long silence, Mo Shiyu sensed the other party's attitude, and his eyes became increasingly gloomy.
He was unwilling to say.
Not letting him return to his original world, nor willing to tell him the truth.
This is the attitude of "books".
"I'll never understand, what use am I to you?" Mo Shiyu laughed mockingly. "Could it be that you kidnapped me from another world, tricked me into being a 'natural victim,' and then jokingly watched me struggle, so that I could save you from leaking a few drops of pus?"
"No, Shiyu. Believe me, I want you to be happy. I just want you to be happy..."
The child's voice repeated as if trapped in a nightmare.
Happiness, happiness again.
Mo Shiyu couldn't understand why the "book" believed that he would be happier after traveling to this world?
“Even if I don’t look at the old world, I don’t think I’ll be happier in the future.”
“The future has evolved into so many possibilities, but the world is still so bad, which means you haven’t succeeded in changing the status quo.”
Mo Shiyu's eyes turned cold. "My existence has no visible effect. Let me guess, is it because all my future selves are dead?"
This time, the darkness before my eyes shook violently.
"Shiyu, Shiyu, Shiyu Shiyu...!"
He screamed in agony, and each cry seemed to carry extremely heavy, twisted, and broken emotions.
My head hurt more and more, as if it was going to split open.
Mo Shiyu pressed his head hard, enduring the pain that almost tore his brain apart, and continued through gritted teeth, "In the future I spied, there were no vests around me. If I'm guessing correctly, this vest system is the first of its kind in this world."
"You keep adding weight, the bugs, the vests, all to protect me. There should only be one goal."
"That's what keeps me alive."
The darkness in front of his eyes wrinkled up like a crumpled tablecloth. The next second, a deformed eyeball grew out from the middle. The eyeball turned stiffly for a few times and finally stopped at the angle where it was looking at Mo Shiyu.
It blinked gently a few times, and a transparent liquid that looked like tears and pus oozed out, emitting a salty and bitter taste.
“…”
Mo Shiyu was stunned for a moment.
For a moment, a strange sense of familiarity and bitterness suddenly spread through his heart, as if a part of his subconscious was telling him not to continue.
"Are you sad?" Mo Shiyu looked at him. "If you think what I said is wrong, you can refute me."
The huge eyeball moved left and right.
"...I'm not sad, Tokiyu."
"You're right. I just made this new system. Shiyu likes it very much. I saw it and I'm so happy. So, Shiyu must survive. Only by surviving can there be hope."
The children's voices sounded like they were trying to hold back their tears, yet they also seemed to be promising, "This time, I will definitely protect the Hershey fish!"
…
Mo Shiyu seemed to see a child who overturned the chessboard again and again. In order to protect the key king chess piece, he persistently and continuously placed powerful knights around the king chess piece.
Unreasonable words, strange obsessions, and hidden madness.
Strangely, Mo Shiyu didn't feel scared.
It seemed as if he had heard a similar sound long ago.
...survive.
Mo Shiyu's vision was blurry. He blinked, as if remembering something, but couldn't find it. He asked in a daze, "Have I seen you before?"
The book seemed stunned for a moment and didn't say anything.
Mo Shiyu raised his eyes, the terrifying eyeball reflected in his smoky gray pupils. He murmured, "Not recently, but a long time ago, in... the original world."
"...Shiyu, that's enough." "Shu" interrupted him.
"You will definitely regret it. Knowing the truth will make you even more miserable."
Mo Shiyu suddenly felt a little scared.
His pupils kept trembling, and eventually his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Why is the book so obsessed with him? What makes him so special?
Outside the room...the objects and people in his memory appeared in that yellow space in unreasonable proportions.
Why do these things exist in this world?
Things that shouldn't be there, things related to him.
Something related to him?
Mo Shiyu seemed to understand something in an instant. The blood color on his face suddenly faded. He looked at the eyeball as if he was looking at a ghost, "...I have been thinking, Dazai, Bailan, Tsunayoshi-kun, and Karasuma Renya are all back, so is it impossible for my future self to come back?"
The trembling eyeballs stopped abruptly as if they were stuck.
"In the future, I was given a contaminated ring by Karasuma Renya. Why did he do that? What did I look like before I died?"
The more Mo Shiyu spoke, the colder he felt all over.
"You just said that you would always be here with me." His face was pale, and he looked straight into those eyes. "Are you accompanying the present me, or the future me?"
"Is that space outside me?" For a moment, he showed an unbearable and fragile expression in the darkness, but in the next second he raised his hands to cover his face and rubbed it away.
"The space outside is the polluted me?"
The bloodshot eyeballs turned wildly for dozens of times at Mo Shiyu's words, and suddenly stopped moving.
He lowered his eyes, and they became lost and lifeless.
"...Yes, Tokoyami."
"..." Mo Shiyu took a step back and slowly slid down to sit against the wall.
Is this hell?
He thought to himself.
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Monotonous wallpaper, endless corridors, countless rooms, carefully placed but gradually distorted memories, and regularly intermittent terrifying noises that sound like crying and roaring.
A door that can only be opened by a Vongola Ring.
This is because his future self died wearing a contaminated ring.
The space outside is terribly unstable, like a hatching nest. If left unchecked, it will one day erode the real world.
Without the ring, this is a dead end with no escape, and many people will die.
"What... is that..." Mo Shiyu murmured.
He originally thought that his awareness was firm enough.
He was not born a strong warrior. He was afraid of pain and death, and there were many times when he wanted to escape reality. But no matter how much blood and tears he shed, he still came to this day.
Even though he knew the future was full of blood and darkness, he still wanted to muster up the courage to move on.
Mo Shiyu murmured softly, "It's not... turning into a monster like that..."
Not even a human, not even a living thing...
"No, Shiyu!" The child's voice interrupted him. "That future is wrong. This direction of alienation is wrong! Your form should be beautiful, not like that... sickly appearance."
"I understand." The child's voice suddenly became quiet. "I'll tell you the truth."
Mo Shiyu stared blankly at the darkness before him as it slowly twisted, "..."
"Don't blame me..." He repeated this, filled with strange emotions.
The next second, a sudden sharp pain seized all of Mo Shiyu's senses.
Mo Shiyu fell to the ground, holding his head which was covered in cold sweat and burning hot with his hands, with his head hung down, unable to utter a word.
It felt as if a blunt knife was stirring inside his body, cutting him from the inside out, and he was being pulled down, falling continuously.
Suddenly, a child's shadow ran past him, bringing with it a gust of wind.
Mo Shiyu was stunned and wanted to look back, but found that he suddenly could not control his body.
The next second, the pain faded away, and his vision and hearing gradually returned. Mo Shiyu was stunned, and his ears caught the noisy sounds of life, the sound of plastic bags rubbing against each other, and the sounds of conversations and chatting.
"Jianglin Community is coming soon. Next stop is Century Avenue..."
It's the sound of the bus arriving.
Before Mo Shiyu could react, his body staggered suddenly due to inertia and he almost fell. Fortunately, he held the handrail with one hand and managed to stabilize his body.
The wheels rolled over the gravel road.
Where is this place? It feels so familiar...
The old trees tangled by the roadside, the slightly worn-down bus, the not-so-wide avenue...
The whispers around him were all in Northeastern dialect with an accent. It had been a long time since Mo Shiyu heard so many familiar languages mixed together.
He subconsciously wanted to turn his head and look around, but strangely, his body did not obey him at all. He seemed to have become a ghost trapped in his body.
There was a layer of glass in front of him. He held the railing with one hand and pulled a suitcase with the other.
Because he couldn't move, his vision was limited to what he could see. Mo Shiyu looked at what was in front of him and suddenly stopped.
He looked at the figure in the glass.
This shadow was so familiar that for more than 20 years, he could see it every day when he looked in the mirror. Even if it was blurry, he would never make a mistake.
It's him.
But……
The figure in the glass has black hair.
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Is this...memory?
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