The friend that the male protagonist of the comic was worried about was actually very calm at this time.

He even saved the game within a few seconds of entering the door.

"Are there guests?"

As the door creaked shut by César, an old man slowly walked out from the darkness of the house.

He looked old, but there was a gleam of light in his cloudy eyes. He ran the shop here alone, and it was very quiet around the shop, without any bad sounds being heard.

The fact that he could sell identity documents here - at the border of an officially controlled area - only proved that he had enough confidence.

This is probably the reason why the authorities are not afraid of Xizel and Xia Zuo leaving through this road - firstly, they think they don't know the existence of this place, and secondly, they think they will not survive to get their identity documents from here.

Xizel guessed that the people here either had a talent level of C or above, or their talents were special enough.

The old man walked slowly to the front of the stage, and at first glance he saw the hooded young man closing the door.

elder:"……"

However, I felt an inexplicable chill on my body.

Why does the other party feel so much more skilled than people like them... ?

He squinted his eyes and looked at the guest who came in.

The guest was a young man, whose face could not be seen clearly, but his series of movements were casual and leisurely, as if he could adapt to any situation and remain calm, with an air of nobility.

His heart sank slightly, and he took a closer look at the other person's clothes.

——He had never seen the pattern and material of the young man's clothes before, but they were definitely not cheap. On the contrary, the price of this thing was likely to be higher than he expected.

And...an apple suddenly appeared in the young man's hand.

A beautiful red apple that was not there when I entered the door.

"Two brand new citizenship certificates." The young man's voice seemed to carry a barely perceptible smile, making him appear kind and gentle.

He was playing with the apple casually. The bright red color contrasted sharply with the dark color of his body. His cold white and slender fingers rested on it, but it did not make people feel weak at all. "Boss, name a price."

Just this one sentence.

The boss felt a sudden chill on his back. An unspeakable sense of crisis reached his brain through the intuition accumulated between life and death, causing his movements to become uncontrollably stiff.

The boss tentatively cast his eyes under the young man's hood, then walked around the apple and said slowly without mentioning the price: "Since you are traveling, you will naturally need to prepare a few more identification documents..."

He took out two metal cards that had been prepared as spares from the machine under the counter and placed them on the table between the two of them, but his hand did not leave.

Xizel raised his eyebrows slightly.

Test him?

Is the other party using your talent?

He was not in a hurry at all and slowly reached out to take the two cards.

But when his hand touched the card, the boss suddenly retracted his hand as if frightened, his expression was extremely stiff, and he smiled awkwardly: "It's just two IDs, what's the price? Please leave."

The young man smiled instead. He put his fingertips on the card and said as if he found it funny: "You are in such a hurry to get me out. Am I terrible?"

He was in no hurry to leave, so his boss became anxious.

But after all, he is so old and has been here for so many years, so he still has the ability to control his emotions. Hearing this, he forced a smile and said, "Of course not, you can stay as long as you want, but I don't want to delay what you want to do."

He faced that half-smiling gaze, his scalp tingling, cold sweat soaking his back, and the hand that had touched the card earlier was trembling slightly.

It was unknown how long it took for the terrifying gaze to move away, and when he finally raised his head again, the person was gone.

…

"How is it?" The brown-haired boy who had been waiting outside obediently, his eyes lit up when he saw someone coming out. After his good friend was away from the small house, he jumped in front of Xizel and whispered, "Are you injured? Do you need me to treat you?"

Xizel pulled his head away expressionlessly: "...I just went to get a certificate, not to fight."

The character he portrayed doesn't seem to be the aggressive type, right? Why do the other party always think that he will get hurt in a fight?

It's definitely not his problem, so it must be Xia Zuo's problem.

And if anything did happen to him, it wouldn't be injury, but death in there.

He was ready to reload the save file to gain information advantage - although the hallucination had not disappeared, he felt that his current sanity value could still withstand it. He had just entered the house seeking death, but in the end he did not die.

Xizel pressed the spot of the wordless book on his earlobe with some regret.

Xia Zuo, who was standing by, was very aware of something and blurted out for some reason: "Wait, you don't want to die again, do you, Xizel?"

The black-haired boy paused slightly.

Then, he narrowed his beautiful misty blue eyes slightly, smiled, tilted his head and whispered, "Again?"

Xia Zuo was stunned for a moment, and repeated himself: "Again?"

He scratched his head, confused: "Oh, yeah, why did I say 'again'?"

Xizel: “…”

He decided not to bother with the underdeveloped teenager, and wrote down the information that "the main characters in the comic world may have a certain sense of what happened before the file was loaded", then took out an identity certificate and handed it to Xia Zuo.

The brown-haired boy patted his shoulder happily: "Cesare, you are awesome!"

The powerful Xizel smiled: "Use the treatment on me, thank you."

Xia Zuo obediently used the treatment on him, blinking his eyes in confusion: "You haven't been hurt... Hey, wait for me!"

The two identity documents were processed successfully. At least the data entry machine did not notice anything wrong, and the two people were released smoothly.

"This is the hovercraft built free of charge by the Federation. I've never sat in it before!" Xia Zuo excitedly found a seat by the window, while Xizel withdrew his gaze.

The pod actually looks similar to a train, except that the bottom is suspended in the air, and it doesn't seem to be magnetically levitated. The power source is unknown, and it looks a bit shabby. However, this thing, like the citizenship certificate, has successfully aroused Xizel's interest in the technology of the comic world.

Was it built free of charge by the federal government?

It sounds like this regime is quite rich, but the experience in the Baixiang District Level 3 Prison perfectly shattered this illusion.

Xizel looked out the window, his eyes just staying on a family of three not far away. The continuous reload of the previous files brought his sanity value down, which made him see some very strange things, such as -

In the hallucination, the family of three, the father had a slime on his head and his mouth was grinning from head to temple, the mother had more than ten eyes on her face, and the little daughter they were holding together had countless tentacles covered with slime.

Xizel: “…”

What a handsome family.

He calmly turned his eyes away and pulled his hood down calmly, no longer looking at any other wonderful people who were harming his eyes.

"I heard that there are unique creatures called Gray Moon Foxes in the Gray Moon District. Ordinary people cannot enter the Gray Moon Fox breeding farm... The facilities in the city are also very complete, and there are many public schools and orphanages..."

The boy's voice suddenly became quieter, and he said softly: "Here, there should be fewer cases of taking orphans away to raise Gu for experiments."

“…”

Xizel opened his eyes, and the somewhat dejected look of the boy opposite him was reflected in his misty blue pupils. He patted his head and said lightly: "It may not be less, but it must be there."

"...Ah?" Xia Zuo was interrupted from his limited emo. He was stunned for a moment, and then he realized what his friend was saying.

The black-haired boy's voice was calm, as rational and convincing as usual: "The White Elephant District is connected to two places. It is either the Delusion District which is closer to the Eastwood Lunatic Prison, or the Gray Moon District which is closer to the core of the Federation."

Xia Zuo pursed his lips: "...But the closer we are to the core, shouldn't this happen less often?"

"Who told you that?" Cesar seemed to show a sarcastic smile, but soon returned to his calm and gentle appearance, and said slowly: "Not even dogs believe what the federal government says."

Xia Zuo: “…”

The new definition is bland and mild.

"By the way, I'm out of apples. Give me another one some other day."

Xizel was calm and confident.

"Ah? Oh." Xia Zuo nodded obediently and quickly became cheerful again: "Hahaha, I saw you didn't eat it, and I thought you didn't like it. It turns out you ate it secretly behind my back!"

Xizel: “…”

He smiled slightly: "No, I just gave it to the boss who issued the certificate."

The black-haired boy lowered his eyes. The "Red Apple of Crest" that was originally lit up in his mind had turned gray. Perhaps this was the reason why he did not die in that house.

The apple naturally disappeared, and he could no longer toss it in his hand as he pleased.

So, what exactly is the purpose of this ability?

Can the "Apple Given by Xia Zuo" activate the ability, or does it require killing another C-level talent holder before it can be reactivated?

Or, after killing a C-level talent holder, will you gain other abilities similar to "Crest's xxx"?

……etc.

If you are a C-level talent holder...

The black-haired boy's originally downcast eyes slowly moved to Xia Zuo, who was looking at the scenery along the way with curiosity.

Xia Zuo suddenly felt a chill: "......?"

He asked doubtfully to his only friend who had lived and died with him: "Cesare, are you cold?"

If he was cold, wouldn't Xizel's physique be even worse? Otherwise, after arriving at the Gray Moon District, he would try to knit a sweater for his good friend?

The brown-haired boy began to worry.

“It’s not cold.”

Xizel slowly withdrew his gaze and regretfully gave up the brilliant idea of ​​killing the male protagonist again.

It would be nice if the main characters didn't have the subtle feeling before loading the save. How can there be such an unfun setting when you can already use the SL method?

As expected... I still can’t do it.

The author has something to say:

Cesar: I can’t do it (regret.jpg)

Comic Will: ...

On the various interpretations of the inability to take action

I can't do it because of my guilty conscience (x)

Setting the problem is difficult to solve (√)