Chapter 65

Clinic.

Although the plaque hanging on the door does prove that this is a place that can provide treatment, no patient has ever come here since the day the plaque was hung.

As a result, the owner's personal belongings gradually occupied this space, and the sound of keyboards gradually became the only noise here.

I was brutally beaten by my friends in the game, watching my base being occupied by the enemy's soldiers, red flames licking over the city walls, and two deep red failures appeared on the screen.

The game is over, and my friend has vented his anger, and it is obvious that there will be no next game.

She sent a message: [Isn’t it done yet? I’m almost buried by your work. ]

Shinichi Hinata saw through his friend's trick: "I didn't leave much work behind. It was you who was still obsessed with the little spider after you sneaked away, so you left a lot of work to be done."

This statement obviously did not satisfy his friend, and the Evil God continued to complain regardless.

[I don't care. We are both away from work. Why should I skip work while you are on a business trip?]

His fingers paused on the keyboard, and after thinking for a moment, Shinichi Hirin started typing again.

【This itself is our responsibility. 】

[Things are almost over, I will be back soon, please rest assured.]

After sending the last few words, Shinichi Hinata took off his headphones and turned off the screen.

I stood up and looked at the house where I had stayed for more than ten days. It was very different from the first day I came.

A good tenant will leave a clean house to the landlord even if he leaves.

He rolled up his sleeves, took the cleaning tools that came with the room, and cleaned the room slowly like an ordinary tenant.

Everything looks harmonious, if you ignore the dozen or so coffins placed in the corners and a blue light ball with a full sense of technology.

The system, which is now this blue ball of light, is trying hard to reduce its presence. Everything that has happened in the past few days has exceeded the settings of his system.

First, the host who was super responsible for the job he had found suddenly began to split his own consciousness one day, allowing the consciousness that became the city to become independent.

"Are you crazy? You are damaging your own soul." The system was shocked and immediately scanned the host's soul. You have to know how important the soul is. No matter how powerful a person with a damaged soul is, he cannot suppress his consciousness and perishes as his soul disperses.

But after the system scan, he was even more shocked. He originally thought that his host was going to become mentally retarded, but the scan results did not find anything abnormal.

In other words, there was nothing abnormal in the area it scanned, and the area it could not scan was too wide.

It's no big deal if a few cups of water are scooped away from the ocean.

The system thought of this sentence for a moment. Such a thing was not recorded in its system library at all. No, it had to contact the main system.

Who would have thought that at the beginning of this year, a hand reached into the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness and pulled out the system rooted in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"No, I will have to go find your main system sooner or later, but I can't let him come here before I stabilize this world."

Is there really a human being who can do such a thing? The system began to ponder how it had chosen its host, and it seemed that its memory of that day was a little fuzzy.

As the blue ball of light slowly moved inward, the last coffin next to it creaked and half of it was lifted up.

A platinum-colored tail curled up the ball of light.

All cats in the world love to play with balls, but Tokyo the Nekomata is definitely not one of them.

Compared to the Nekomata that Hinawa Shinichi possessed last time, Tokyo is now a few years older and looks like a young man in his twenties.

Compared to the previous Nekomata with a strong Shinichi Hirin style, the current Tokyo has a more elegant and melancholy temperament.

When Tokyo came over with the system, Hinata Shinichi had already finished cleaning. Looking at the garbage that had gathered into a not very large mass, the Nekomata touched the ground with its other tail, and a black shadow suddenly fluctuated and swallowed up the garbage.

"Already awake." Shinichi Hinawa stared at Nekomata who had become a young man. This was the city body he used for the first time since he came to this world, and it was also the last city protected by Kyoto.

There were many interactions between the two, but it was their first real conversation.

"Are they all gone?" The platinum-blond hair hung down, covering Tokyo's eyes, which looked a little lonely.

Hiruzen nodded, "Everyone has their own things to do. What you need to do is at the end."

Tokyo closed his lake-blue eyes and opened them again. He did not protest. He simply accepted the task given to him by other cities. "I understand."

"Then I'm going to do the last thing. You take care of the house."

The doctor's white coat was replaced by a complicated and luxurious long gown, and the most beautiful nobleman in Heian-kyō appeared again, but his beauty was of course inseparable from murderousness.

*

There are two forces in the world, good and evil. When God was born, he held the force of good to fight against the force of evil and protect all living beings.

The place originally shared by gods and living beings was called Takamagahara.

But later, the power of the gods was stolen, and they could no longer protect too many lives. So a group of gods combined with the land, absorbed the faith of the place, complemented themselves, and protected the lives there.

Places protected by gods gradually gather living beings and are called cities. The gods who protect these places are also called land gods or even the city itself.

But the reason for the theft of divine power has not been found yet, and the divine power is still lost. Gradually, the first city cannot withstand the loss of divine power and the erosion of evil power and dies.

Fortunately, human faith will turn into a force for good. As long as the city remains, a new urban consciousness will be born.

"But is the newly born city still the one we know?"

"Without power, any powerful cursed spirit in the newly-born city can kill it."

"As long as we can't find the cause of the loss of divine power, one day, the balance between the good and evil forces created by faith will be broken, and the city will no longer have consciousness."

Then one city stood up and said, "Since the newly born city has lost its memory and power, we, the elders, will teach it to grow. The memory must be passed on, so there needs to be a city that always remembers to find the reason for the loss of divine power."

The city with the largest population and the strongest faith at that time was given this important task.

"And I will do my best to accompany you, dedicating every part of myself to you when you need me." The city that made the promise later changed its identity several times and even became the new center of the country, but it never forgot the promise.

When Kyoto dries up, use Tokyo's divine power to restore it.

After thousands of years and several changes in the appearance of the people around him, Kyoto finally found the "murderer" who stole the city's power.

Taskers and systems arrive frequently, the invisible hand interferes too heavily with this world, and Kyoto no longer has the power to save itself and other cities.

The gods of this world are too weak. If there are other gods in other worlds, can they...save us...

Ego told Him, “It’s impossible.” Experience told Him, “It’s risky.” Cleansing told Him, “It’s pointless.” But the inner voice whispered, “Give it a try.”

Bet your life on the gamble and fight for a glimmer of hope for your "family".

Fortunately, on the last day of his existence as Kyoto, he received a response.

Waiting for the arrival of the higher god who will save the gods.

*

It was as if he was in the deepest part of hell. The black sky was endless and red water was rising from the bottom, slowly covering his body and pouring into the boy's throat, ear canal and nasal cavity.

Before he could feel more painful suffocation, Xia Youjie was pulled out of the bottom of the lake by a white hand. The air began to flow again and he smelled the fragrance of paulownia flowers.

His vision finally became clear again. Amid the red and black sky, Xia Yujie saw a vibrant tung tree and a young man standing under the tree.

He was as handsome as he was that day. Even though his eyes were closed, the smile on his face remained the same. However, Geto Suguru didn't dare to respond to his smile with his old attitude.

"Lord Kyoto, I'm really surprised to see you here." Climbing up from the red lake, Kagome Geto's clothes and hair were dripping with water, and he looked quite disheveled.

"I don't want to see you here either, but everything Mihua sees will become a possibility in the future."

"Mika's eyes, hey, hey, that's impossible." Thinking of the socially anxious boy he had seen before, Xia Youjie had a bad guess, "That must be your companion."

As expected, the handsome young man opened his eyes, his pupils were filled with an indelible dark color, as if he could see through the future.

Xia Yujie had seen such eyes not long ago, in a socially anxious urban-conscious person. Although he was an urban-conscious person, he loved human books, especially detective novels. The novels that Xia Yujie was asked to buy may not be read now.

There are too many thoughts in his mind, but the one that is least real is reality.

"Yes, he is my companion, so He gave me His eyes. To you, he may be an accomplice now."

Xiayou Jie calmed down and said, "I thought we got along well and could be friends."

"We can still be friends in the future, after we resolve this matter."

"Friends will not sink friends to the bottom of the lake." At the bottom of the red lake, in addition to Geto Suguru who has already come up, there are too many people sleeping there.

He has to rescue them, even though the enemy is powerful and city-aware.

The little trick used by the curse spirit was discovered before it could succeed, and the vines that spread down from the paulownia tree tied the man up tightly.

"Don't try. Mihua doesn't see the possibility of your success."

As if sighing, he tapped Xia Youjie's forehead with his folding fan, like an elder scolding an ignorant child: "It's impossible for me to take care of you obediently, so why don't you listen to my story?"

“Before that, can you think about what is the definition of a story?”

In some worlds, the earliest stories of mankind are myths, which describe the great deeds of gods and gain the admiration and worship of mankind.

After a certain period of time, humans will realize the clumsiness of myths, but even if they realize that the stories themselves are false, it will not change humans' pursuit of them.

Unreal stories cannot gather faith, but real stories can. So when another world realizes this, using stories from another world to gain faith becomes a manipulable divine power acquisition device.

The protagonist of the story cannot be a powerful god, because the gods themselves will absorb faith, which is beyond their control, so the protagonist of the story should preferably be a human who is unaware of faith.

There will be taskers who control the "plot" and let the "protagonist" experience these turbulent and exciting stories.

This is the story of the first stage. A world will often become devastated if it does not experience a few "protagonists".

Therefore, the second stage of arrangement is needed. The tragic world will welcome new gods, and the controlled world and the controlled gods will become new power supply stations.

The creation of new gods is naturally best accomplished by the local indigenous people, so under the impetus of the invisible hand, the local black forces conducted research on deification.

The experiment of connecting the carrier to the land was successful, but the experiment of getting the carrier to gain faith failed. So new taskers and systems intervened and a new round of "correction" began.

"The hand in the dark is hiding in another world. If there is anything in this world that is most closely connected to that world, besides the tasker and the system, it is probably the protagonist."

“Whether a story is good or bad, it always has to end, and the end of the story is the best time for them to draw strength.”

"I made thousands of endings, hoping that story fans from another world would like them."

The roots of the Paulownia tree are connected to the brains of the "protagonists" and will slowly penetrate into another world.

Then, everything returned to peace.

*

One month later.

"It's incredible. All the cursed spirits in the world disappeared in an instant." The white-haired sorcerer slumped in the recliner, enjoying the peaceful years.

Ieiri Naoko, who did not become more relaxed and was still working hard to get into the Tokyo University School of Medicine, corrected her companion's unrealistic ideas: "Kyoto said that cursed spirits come from the evil thoughts of humans. They just emptied them once, and they will always regenerate later."

Gojo Satoru stood up and said, "Whatever, we have nothing to do now, let's go on vacation. There are still many city consciousnesses to be seen."

"One day sooner or later you will be beaten by the city consciousness. The people in Yokohama made a fuss and Hachishaku-sama was really angry that time. And the miko-san from Hirumi has already pinned down that Vongola and beat her several times. If Tokyo wasn't for her good temper, you, Gojo-senpai, would have been beaten too." The new junior, Nanami Kento, had already lost his respect for his predecessors in the torture.

Gojo Satoru didn't care: "Tokyo and I can share sweets. We are very good friends! Don't you think so, Jie?"

Xia Youjie was still a little dazed: "...It is indeed like this."

After returning that day, he was the only one who remembered everything he had experienced with the city consciousness.

Sometimes he thought it was a dream, or he was still in the illusion created by Kyoto.

Is the game between urban consciousness and another world real?

After returning, Mr. Yega praised him for his mission in Mihua. He had no memory of what happened, but it existed in everyone's mind.

At first, Geto Suguru wanted to find a sense of city to confirm it, but he couldn't find any sense of city, let alone Kyoto.

But suddenly one day, the silent city consciousness no longer concealed its identity. Hachisha-sama shot down a beluga whale in the sky of Yokohama with one blow, and the other city consciousnesses did not want to be outdone and showed their existence.

In this country, where there is a saying that three gods stand on a grain of rice, there is an almost fanatical belief in the existence of an urban consciousness that loves the city itself.

Just like Kyoto said to him: "A new god will come to save mankind."

Between a god who sincerely wants to save the world and a god who is controlled by another world, the former seems to be much better.

So Geto Suguru also accepted this.

The god who incarnates the land will surely protect the land itself.

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①If you saw this in a comment section, but couldn’t find the source,

It's finished. Because I was too busy studying for my master's degree and didn't have much energy to write, this story is not perfect. Please forgive me.

Make up a small theater:

The urban consciousness of Namise is the noble and holy shrine maiden, who is not only loved by the citizens of Namise, but also attracts a bunch of crazy fans.

Namimori (outside): God will protect everyone!

Bingsheng (privately): The scum who sneaked into Bingsheng and disturbed the peace here, go to hell!

The tenth generation who saw the real Namimori one day: Will such a city consciousness really protect the people of Namimori? (Fearful, helpless and uneasy...)

Reborn: (Drinking tea with the Miko) My fool Tsuna is very uneasy because I witnessed your private life.

Namimori: Do you need me to stay away from him? (I like herbivores and watch them every day.)

Reborn: Not really. Please get closer. How can you become the tenth generation if you can't even accept the urban consciousness of your hometown!

(End of this chapter)