[…Replacement?] The comic will was silent for a moment, and when he spoke again, his voice was a little scary: [What do you want to do?]
Cesar explained kindly: "The various materials and minerals in the comic world are obviously very different from reality."
"So if you want to make some high-specification weapons in reality, you need to carefully identify the materials that can be used."
Comic Will: [……]
Thinking that Xizel might have some inappropriate thoughts in his mind, it tried to adjust its tone and asked slowly: [Aren’t you afraid of being discovered by people in the real world? ]
Xizel blinked and smiled: [He is just a technological genius, what is there to be surprised about? What he can create is not all set by the "author"? ]
——What does it have to do with the character Cecil Crest in the comics?
Comic Will: [……]
César didn't waste any more time talking to Comic Will.
He recorded the data of several commonly used important materials, and also wrote down some additional machine structure diagrams, before calling out the comic's will again: [Can you feel the situation over there? ]
[Of course,] the comic will said cautiously, [but I won’t give you any extra help.]
The black-haired boy spread his hands: [I understand. It's okay, I'll just go back a few days later.]
Comic Will: [……]
Be considerate of others! It is really difficult to adjust the flow of time in two worlds!
It wanted to say "I can just pull you over there", but it backed off just before it could say it and shut up in disappointment.
...If after saying this, this psychopath Xizel doesn't follow the rules and does whatever he wants, then we're doomed.
The comic will was silently angry for a moment, but finally chose to compromise: [You have been put on the experimental table. They don't believe that you...are dead, and they think it is the effect of some kind of talent, so they are going to study it. ]
But obviously nothing could be found out. That body was not a person at all, it was just a shell.
Xizel: [I wasn’t dead in the first place.]
He smiled suddenly, and after saying this he stopped making funny faces and gradually restrained his expression.
His calm appearance without any emotion is his truest state.
The comic understood the hint and seized the opportunity to pull the black-haired boy into the comic world, as if afraid that if it was a step too late, he would regret it.
But fortunately, it didn't feel repulsed.
…
In the underground laboratory, several men in white clothes were discussing with frowns on their faces.
"Only energy fluctuations can be detected... but no injuries or bleeding..."
"No matter how we observe him, the result is that he is just sleeping... but he clearly has no heartbeat or breathing. Is he one of those talents that can allow for vague cognition?"
"Even if you can blur your senses, you can't fool the instrument. But the instrument shows clearly that he is dead. Do you know that?"
They didn't know how to describe their feelings.
Not to mention researching, they couldn't even take the boy's clothes off!
Is this reasonable? ?
"Is this a product of talent? Perhaps he has already run away."
"No, if it is a product of talent, the energy fluctuations can be analyzed. But now we only know that there are energy fluctuations in this body, but we can't analyze it."
Comic Will: [Haha, my power is much higher in quality than my innate power. If you guys figure it out, where will I put my face?]
Xizel, who just returned to the comic world: "..."
He thought about it and felt that the comic's will had suffered enough blows in reality, so he considerately did not stimulate it again, but sat up in front of everyone.
Such a sudden change frightened the experimenters who were originally concentrating on discussing and arguing. They quickly turned around and faced him vigilantly.
Even though he had been brought down for such a long time, his clothes and long hair were not the least bit messy. He sat leisurely on the bed covered with white sheets and asked in a friendly manner:
"Did you find anything?"
The black-haired boy's voice was inconsistent with his expression, calm and cold, neither hurried nor slow, as if he was not aware of his situation at all.
However, such a sound could give people enough illusion that one of the researchers almost blurted out: "No, we can't even take off your clothes."
Only after he finished speaking did he realize that the boy in front of him was not a voluntary partner, but a "victim" in the universal sense.
Hearing this, the black-haired boy smiled faintly: "It seems that I slept in time."
"You call this [sleeping]?" An older researcher stared at him with burning eyes. "Is this your ability? But this ability can't kill Mikan at all. You can kill him without any chance of fighting back."
"It seems you all know it." He raised his eyes calmly and looked at the researcher, and said nonchalantly: "However, your information is limited to this."
The researcher obviously misunderstood his words, and interpreted César's "You all know that I killed Mikan" as "You all know that my ability is to sleep." Although he felt it was very strange, he concluded that this was because César was hiding something:
"I guess your gift must have a time limit? Can you still use it now? No. Tell us the specific use of your ability. This is your last chance."
He stared at the boy and said, "You don't want to know what will happen to you if you don't seize this opportunity."
The older researcher thought that the young boy in front of him would be afraid - even if he was only a little afraid, it was still fear that could be used and guided.
But when he carefully observed the other person's expression, he found that the black-haired boy just narrowed his eyes. Not only was there not the slightest fear in his eyes, he was even - still smiling.
He smiled easily, but the researcher felt something strange and a chill ran down his spine like a maggot.
...The feeling given by this Xizel before and after waking up is completely different.
"You haven't seen the video I sent to Administrator No. 2." The black-haired boy smiled and said, "So, I decided to forgive you."
“…”
The older researcher tightened his grip on the scalpel.
...The weird feeling intensified.
But on second thought, the walls of this laboratory are made of one of the strongest metals in the world. If one does not awaken a high-level talent with strong attack power, it will be almost impossible to escape from the inside.
Moreover, weapons are installed in the laboratory with the purpose of killing uncontrolled experimental subjects on the spot.
The strength of that kind of weapon is such that most A-level talent holders cannot withstand it.
Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he saw the black-haired boy slowly and methodically remove the handcuffs and leg irons that bound him to his sickbed, as if he were taking off a toy.
The carefully designed device was like a piece of scrap metal in his hands.
"This is……"
Several researchers watched in disbelief as the handcuffs and leg irons were transformed, cut, and separated according to the black-haired boy's wishes. In just a moment, they turned into blades that could take lives.
“Still Life Manipulation…!”
The black-haired boy who was playing with the blade in his hand heard this, his misty blue irises moved towards him, and he smiled softly:
"Congratulations, the answer is correct."
——Things follow the mind.
At the moment when the blades were suddenly stretched and rushed over, the researcher with the fastest reaction activated the emergency weapons in the laboratory.
“Shua——”
Blood splattered on the snow-white wall.
…
A cold, white, slender hand slowly grasped the end of the thin sheet and took out the blade that was originally left for playing with and was now nailed to the wall.
——When being aimed at by those weapons, he even had the mood to throw away the remaining blades in his hand.
The black-haired boy straightened up.
From beginning to end, he was unscathed.
"Kleist's Fairy Godmother (full version)"
Duration: 15 minutes
"——When the power takes effect, you will become a god who does not bleed."
The black-haired boy tilted his head slightly and heard the other people in the underground laboratory rushing to this room after noticing the unusual movement.
His originally misty blue eyes were now devoid of any emotion, the mist was almost invisible, as dead silent as the blue glaciers under the polar moon. However, there was always a faint smile with a perfect arc on his lips.
An extremely obvious sense of separation spread throughout his body.
"Absolute Sanity State - Triggered"
*
Area A Office.
Administrator No. 1 Gary rubbed his brows - ever since César was given to those people, the feeling of uneasiness in his heart has never gone away.
“Knock knock.”
There was a sudden knock on the door, and Gary was startled. He felt that the knock sounded restrained.
He was startled at first, and then he reflected on whether he had become too sensitive.
This is a central level prison, and with those people coming, who could commit a crime here?
He calmed his voice and said, "Come in."
But the moment the door opened——
He only felt a flash before his eyes, and then a hand tightly grasped his neck. He lowered his head, and all he could see were the brown-haired boy's unusually cold, beast-like golden eyes.
"Where is Cesar?"
The strength of the hand on my neck was gradually increasing.
A huge sense of panic rose from the bottom of his heart. Gary didn't understand why Xia Zuo suddenly exploded. He was fine at the beginning, as if he didn't care about the supervision at all.
However, time did not allow him to think too much. The desire to survive overwhelmed everything. He said in a hoarse voice: "Underground! In, underground, cough cough... Enter from the basement of area A3-6..."
After getting the exact location, he was thrown out with a "bang" almost instantly and hit heavily next to the cabinet. The brown-haired boy didn't even give him a look. He opened the window without saying a word and jumped straight down.
No one saw the monster girl floating beside him, her eyes having turned completely red.
"Xize has used that ability... This is a signal... He is in danger... I have to save him... I can't save him... The order is effective... Xia Zuo...?"
The brown-haired boy did not stop moving.
His voice, which he tried to calm down, reached Ursula's ears.
"He'll be fine."
Xia Zuo clenched his fists, his golden eyes were like burning flames.
"Please believe him..."
"Trust me too."
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Begin, Ursula: Believe in Him
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