Start drawing part 2 (5)

"Teacher Gu, you are a rare patient with hyperthymesia. Do you find it particularly easy to study?"

"Yes, yes, I'm so jealous."

Facing the students' ignorance, Gu Shu smiled and said, "If you are interested, you can learn about hyperthymesia. However, it is also a rare symptom, with only a few dozen cases in the world, so there is no need to be envious."

[Yes, I remember every gossip I heard when I passed by you. If I know something, I will say less. It is a good deed.]

Hyperamnesia is not always a good thing for people. The super memory may make it easy to memorize, but when doing the questions, it is easy to fall into another clear memory, causing confusion and distraction.

Even like playing a blue-ray holographic movie, it played the scenes of important people in his life dying over and over again. Even if he was reluctant.

No one would understand that kind of collapse.

He hasn't seen a psychiatrist in recent years, mainly because he doesn't have the money or time.

He plans to hand in his resignation today, and has two months left to complete the handover procedures and become a full-time writer.

The benefit of living in the spiritual world is a kind of certainty.

Real people are fickle and uncertain, and they don't have the ability to see through people's minds. Tired of socializing with so many people, they choose to return to their own comfortable nest.

【It's just pure rottenness. 】

He couldn't help laughing, and this laugh made him feel a lot more relieved.

"Dong Dong"

Inger jumped out of his memories, turned around and said, "Come in."

There was no expression on his face, he looked tired, as if he had no interest in anything.

"Second Young Master, the Ninth Prince sent a letter saying that he will come to visit you in a moment."

The ticks are the scales of this world time counter.

In this world, there are also 24 hours in a day, three hours make up one quarter, and there are a total of 8 quarters in a day.

Inger looked up at the mechanical clock on the wall. The scale of this mechanical clock was extremely complicated, and there were two small scales in the middle, but the style was very different and he liked it very much.

He asked the person to leave and drew a piece of paper. He then used a quill pen to write down his questions and guesses in Chinese.

〔world.

This world was born from comics

Or, someone draws the story of this world into comics and brings it to my original world.

In fact, it is: the author created it, or the goddess created it

Although both of them are ridiculous to an atheist like him, he has a soul, so nothing is impossible, so he can use his imagination.

Given that flowers can easily appear even with his eyes closed, he is more inclined to make a guess. This is obviously a comic.

But he does not deny the latter.

As a hardcore shonen manga, the early flowers are very much in line with the standards of shonen manga. This is also unusual.

The flowers and glittering decorations gradually disappeared in the middle and late stages.

[Who sent me here——Author Goddess]

[It may also be that the fans do not accept the ending of the first part of the original work...]

Inger resisted the urge to cross this line out.

He is also one of those fans.

[What does this being who sent me here want to do——Save the world, save the protagonist]

Considering that he tried secretly to call out the system window or task window several times like an idiot, and no strange system sounds appeared in his mind, it should be without coercion, and it would not force him to do tricky tasks.

He was very grateful for this.

[Goal: 1. Live longer. 2. Die with dignity.]

It's really not his fault.

The things he had experienced made him always think in a negative direction.

Especially in this tragic world ravaged by war. He knows that as a writer of little fame, he cannot shoulder the responsibility of saving the world or the protagonist.

In such a world, living to the end of one's life is a luxury that he dare not consider.

If he had no intersection with the protagonist, he would have run away without hesitation, but now under this force majeure situation, he can help the protagonist to the best of his ability, push the plot forward, and then quickly and carefully pack his luggage and run away.

[In short, you can't stay with the protagonist. ]

No matter how much he loved this comic, a dozen days ago, it was just a comic to him.

He is a person who can clearly distinguish between reality and fiction.

However, his experiences over the past ten days or so have completely shattered his original idea.

He is now Inger Nieka.

Even without this person's original memory, his existence and identity is just Inger.

[Inger Nyka also suffers from hyperamnesia]

In the real world where Gu Shu lives, medicine cannot explain hyperamnesia, so he is not sure whether hyperamnesia is necessarily related to the structure of the brain.

The medical development in the Luling world is even more backward, so it is even more impossible to know.

Although we have science, there are many things that cannot be explained by science and must be explained by theology.

After flipping through the entire "Complete Book of Spells", it was verified that his memory ability had not disappeared. Either this body itself had hyperamnesia, or it was the influence of his soul.

The former is difficult to explain why one's memory has disappeared, while the latter is difficult to accept rationally.

It only takes a moment for an atheist's faith to be shattered.

However, he is able to speak and write Chune language normally, proving that only narrative memories were removed from this body.

Then it is also possible that it is just my own memories that have entered this body.

[Is the original Inger dead or not?]

This is an unverifiable question, yet out of compulsion, he puts it on paper. The same goes for himself.

〔Gu Shu is dead or not〕

These questions can lead to more speculations.

For example, did the two exchange bodies and enter each other's bodies, or did Inger's soul dissipate and Gu Shu's body die. Or did Gu Shu not die but become a vegetable.

He is an orphan with no relatives, no wife or children. If he becomes a vegetable, it will be the same as being dead.

The only thing you need to worry about is your cat.

I hope some kindhearted person can take it away and send it to a pet rescue center, or let it become a carefree wild cat and live a better life instead of being beaten to death.

[If you want to survive, you need more information.]

When he finished writing, a small flame rose from his fingertips. He moved the paper over, letting the flames kiss the paper. Even the ashes were so light that they were blown away by the wind, leaving only a trace.

He read for a while, and three hours passed by like the wind.

There was a knock on the door.

"Second Young Master, the Ninth Prince is here."

Before anyone came in, the brilliant light came in first - the protagonist's halo.

Inger gave Alex a quick glance and turned to look out the window before he saw the flowers.

But he still saw various flowers blooming one after another through the polished glass windows. This time they bloomed particularly brightly, as if they were in a very good mood.

Inger pinched his brows, trying in vain to wipe away the flowers that were blooming again and again in his sight. "Didn't I say that you would come see me again after you catch the murderer?"

The maid retreated consciously.

"I caught you. Your brother is handling the follow-up."

Alex stood beside him.

Inger naturally took a few steps forward, walked to the soft chair inlaid with gold and red leather, and crossed his legs.

"What is the Ninth Prince doing?"

The modern Chinese translation is: If you have to fart, do it quickly; if not, leave the court.

Alex sat down in the chair across from him, leaned forward, and pushed back his slightly damp bangs. "You seem pretty sure we haven't found the culprit... or that you already know who it is, and that we can't find them right away."

【As expected of the protagonist. 】

Inger couldn't think of the right words to say, so he kept his mouth shut, adhering to the principle of saying less and making fewer mistakes.

Alex's eyes narrowed, "Silence is also an answer."

Inger sighed and was about to speak when Alex interrupted him:

"I came to you to ask, can I be your friend?"

"No." Inger's answer was swift, firm and unequivocal.

Alex was not surprised at all. He stroked his chin and smiled, "Because why - well, let me guess, because it's unsafe to get close to me or you'll die."

His eyes turned and his smile disappeared: "Why are you so sure?"

Inger looked at Alex with an expression and eyes that were familiar from the comics.

He used to think that this comic was too real, but now that it has become his reality, it feels a little unreal.

This comic, apart from the necessary background and environment introduction, rarely contains narration and character psychological description.

This also brings room for understanding and interpretation.

【How arrogant.】

In stark contrast to the negativity of the characters, Alex has the arrogance that is typical of a protagonist.

His arrogance was reflected in his firm belief that he would succeed and bring hope to mankind. He did not consider the consequences of failure and had no time to stop and feel sad.

He knew that clinging to the past was meaningless, and after falling, he chose to stand up again and look to the future.

This arrogance is reflected in any details of life, such as when he asked, "Can we be friends?"

This is not a request for advice, this is a notice that I want you to be my partner.

I've made up my mind. I'll do it.

The protagonist's thoughts are easy to guess.

Inger turned his head to the window again. The dark shadows cast by the forest allowed him to still see Alex's appearance through the glass.

This further strengthened his determination to escape.

【Run. I want to run far.】

"Intuition. I've died once, so I have the right to speak."

Alex was silent for a moment. He clenched his hands, looked at him intently and said, "I owe you my life."

He didn't say anything else.

Inger turned around. Without the flowers blooming everywhere, the place felt much fresher. He said without hesitation, "If you meet my three conditions and do not violate humane principles, I will repay your life."

Alex raised his hand to his heart and said with a smile: "No matter what, as long as it is not against humanity. I, Alex Chune, swear in the name of the goddess of time to meet Inger's three conditions..."

This is the oath gesture he uses most often. The Goddess of Time is the only god on the continent, and the oath uttered by someone with magical powers is binding.

Inger was stunned for a moment, and before he finished speaking the punishment conditions, he quickly stopped him: "Stop! No price is required! You can't die!"

"..." Alex looked at him, his smile deepened, and he asked: "Why?"

This straightforward and undisguised curiosity is also one of the protagonist's shortcomings.

Inger sighed and said, "I can talk about the three conditions later."

Alex slowly put down his hands and muttered to himself as if deliberately for the people around him to hear, "Why can't I die? Why do you think that I can achieve the three conditions after that?"

Inger took a deep breath, stood up, and refused to answer.

Alex followed up: "What can you see...what do you know?"

Inger answered him expressionlessly: "I said I am God, do you believe me?"

Alex: “I believe it.”

[This kid has some water in his brain. ]

Inger sneered, "No, don't think too much. We can't be companions. I just don't want to die, so I won't be by your side. I also want to stay away from people and things that put me in danger."

Alex was still smiling, with his fingers crossed and resting under his chin: "You said it as if you knew in advance that staying with me would be dangerous..."

Inger's eyes narrowed.

What do you mean, in advance?

This time he finally looked straight into Alex's eyes, and he only saw bitterness and sadness in those deep eyes.

【Why?】

A sudden electric current ran through Inger's spine, and he suddenly had an ominous premonition.

He couldn't grasp the source of this ominous premonition. Alex stood up and put one hand hard on Inger's shoulder.

Inger froze, but didn't try to dodge.

Alex whispered in his ear, "You know what? You should at least pretend to be confused at this time."

Subconscious reactions cannot be false.

Inger pinched his brows.

This protagonist...is somewhat different from what he saw.

"Well, let me guess, the Son of God is still the prophet."

[It is difficult to explain a person who should have died except by a miracle. ]

This is true for both Alex and Inger.

Inger opened his mouth and sighed: "...Even if I say no, the prince has already recognized me as the one. Whatever you think...I don't care..."

Alex's lips curled up into a perfect arc: "Inger, do you still remember how you called me when you saw me that day?"

Inger narrowed his eyes and said in a bad tone: "That was the first time we met that day. Can you say you are familiar with me? Maybe I called you Alex that day, but today I will call you the Ninth Prince. I am such a casual person."

“…”

Alex was silent for a moment and released his hand from his shoulder.

Inger pinched his shoulder, and his heart suddenly started beating.

【Why don't you speak again】

"You survived. It was the goddess who kept you alive. You are the prophet chosen by the goddess."

Inger rested one hand on the back of the seat, pressing his aching temple: "Maybe."

The protagonist seems to firmly believe that the goddess sent him to save the world.

Of course he had such doubts.

But he didn't intend to accept such an arrangement. He just wanted to live longer, that's all.

Inger tried to speak in a tone that would convince him, and then he said, "I plan to live on as Inger Nyka now. I don't plan to hurt you. If you wish, when you ascend the throne, I will go far away and will not seek any fame or fortune. My family will not stay with you either."

Alex: "The throne... you can really see the death of your... family members"

Inger looked at him quietly, pondering the strangeness of this conversation.

They both stopped talking at the same time.

After a moment, Inger said: "...You are really Alex Chune"

Alex frowned. "Of course I am."

Inger paused again, and the difficult foundation squeezed out a sound: "... Then you...are Alex in how many years?"

Alex's breath hitched.

Inger staggered.

【I actually guessed it right. 】