Chapter 106
"It's like a miracle."
【miracle】.
This sentence reached the mind of the comic will, and it gradually realized what was happening, and suddenly burst out with a scream: "What are you doing!!"
"No, you should ask what you did. Why did you do this? No, that's not right. How could you do this?"
It was obvious that after leaving the comic world - without such a special environment to rely on, it was impossible for the black-haired young man to use the abilities he acquired in the comic world!
But why… ?
Because the series of events that just happened were too difficult to understand, the comic will became incoherent.
Although there was clearly another existence in his mind that kept making harsh noises, the black-haired young man's expression and tone remained calm, as if nothing had changed.
He even had the presence of mind to calmly reply, "I understand. Congratulations to Dr. John for me."
The assistant was stunned for a moment: "W-won't you come and take a look?"
Cesar: “That’s not necessary.”
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
If the editor-in-charge had not left, he would have seen that the young man who had appeared gentle and friendly in front of him not long ago would have become extremely cold and indifferent when his facial expression was completely restrained.
That kind of coldness was not the general coldness that made one not want others to get close to him, but rather an extremely clear sense of distance. As soon as people saw the black-haired young man, they would feel that there was a huge gap between them and him. Naturally, they would feel that the black-haired young man exuded an oppressive chill, and thus they would not dare to get close to him at all.
The manga's voice couldn't help but weaken a little: "...You need to give me an explanation. I am your partner."
The dark-haired young man laughed, but there was no emotion in his voice. "But isn't all this caused by you?"
Comic Will: "......???"
Xizel smiled and calmly analyzed it: "It was you who signed the contract with me, wasn't it?"
"You chose to make me a popular character in the comic book world, boosting the popularity of the comics, and you offered to completely cure my illness as a reward."
The black-haired young man spoke at a leisurely pace and even poured himself a glass of water.
"Of course you knew that some of this power would inevitably transfer to me, driving the formation of my [setting] in the comic world, but you didn't expect that after the character [Christine] appeared—"
The comic's will felt its entire brain buzz as it murmured the second half of the story, "During that time, your background and identity were almost complete. The setting of the Son of God further fueled the comic's readers' fervent love, subconsciously guiding them in a different direction... So this part was concentrated on you, and the extra faith brought by readers from another world was ultimately brought back by you..."
If it was the black-haired young man at the beginning, even if he had so much faith power, he would be completely unable to use it.
But when a person's status - or ability - rises to a certain level, it becomes easy to do certain things.
César Crest is a character who is a true genius in any world. He is the agent in the comics and even an agent who has collected enough faith in the world. The protagonist of the comics even suspects that he wants to become a god when he does not know the truth.
The will of comics has completely become numb.
Does this count as inviting a wolf into the house?
You know, if this is really the case, according to the comparison between César Crest's ability and its own strength, it is absolutely impossible for it to bring the other party back to the comic world, and even whether it can go back is still a question.
Without the constraints and incentives of rewards, what does the life or death of the comic book world have to do with Cecil Crest?
Just when the comic will felt completely desperate, it saw the black-haired young man blink his eyes, and suddenly broke away from the extremely cold and indifferent state just now, which could even be said to be extremely villainous. As if it was hurt, it sighed:
"So that's how you really think of me."
Comic Will: "..."
The comic's will has been completely confused by César.
It couldn't tell the difference between truth and falsehood, but it knew that the assumption it had made was definitely the worst for it. So it could only speak cautiously, sobbing, "...So, were you teasing me again?"
"No." The black-haired young man smiled, his temperament pure and innocent. "Don't throw dirty water on me. I only told you the first half. Isn't the rest all your own imagination?"
The comic's will was choked.
It seems to be true...?
Just as it was beginning to doubt its life, it heard the black-haired young man continue, "But your imagination is somewhat correct when it comes to Christine. You've made great progress. Keep it up."
"...You really don't want to abandon me and dominate the real world?" The comic will hesitated, "Although the faith in the real world is not as pure as the faith in the comic world, and the power it brings is not as great, but..."
"What's my last name?"
The black-haired young man said nonchalantly.
"C-Crest."
A clear and dazzling smile bloomed on the face of the black-haired young man.
He tilted his head slightly, but his tone was extremely calm: "Doesn't this surname already explain everything?"
The black-haired young man tapped his fingertips on the table, as if thinking of something, and said, "As for the editor's strange reaction when he saw me, it was just because I used some tricks to distinguish me from the comic character."
"Aren't these your demands?"
The comic will be speechless.
The black-haired young man seemed to sigh slightly again.
"What you need to do now is to maintain your sanity and the world, and not let your heart flutter over such a small matter. Otherwise, we can terminate the contract right now, and save me the trouble."
This was said very rudely, and the calm and unmoved tone made it even more irritating. However, this time, the comic book will keenly grasped the black-haired young man's subtext -
"Are you willing to continue following me back and help me pull the world back?!"
Hearing the sudden surprise-filled voice, the black-haired young man's brows seemed to have a subtle smile: "If you still have doubts, you might want to think again about what I said before."
Comic Will quickly and obediently began brainstorming.
This time the search for memory did not take it too long.
It quickly "saw" what the black-haired young man had said.
He said that he would rather exist as a human being than a god who had lost all emotions and desires.
…
…
The comic will successfully brought César back to the comic world.
The moment it returned to the comic book world, it began to complain: "I was wondering why my power became so weak the moment I went there. I even had to sleep for hours to recover. It turns out that you absorbed all the faith power over there."
As it spoke, it began to covet Xia Zuo's faith again: "As the [Savior] I chose during my prime, the power of his faith must be even greater... What a pity, I can't obtain it and use it."
Otherwise, the pressure on it would definitely be much less now.
The black-haired young man nodded, smiled in support of the comic's will, then turned around and went about his own business.
The trip to the real world wasn't really a vacation, but rather a trip to rescue people—and to complete the extra missions that arose due to the failure of the comic's will.
But similarly, he didn't spend much time in reality, so naturally, not much time passed in the comic world either.
Not to mention that before he left, he specifically notified Ben and several other staff members, so during the time he was in the real world, no one came to disturb him, and they didn't realize that the warden was not in the area he mentioned.
"Since you mentioned Xia Zuo just now, I guess you're thinking about him." The black-haired warden blinked and said with a smile, "Let's go and see how he's doing."
Unlike Xia Zuo, he doesn't have to worry about Ursula's situation now. According to his estimation, under the absolute suppression in the library, the other party cannot freely extend her tentacles in the library.
So, it is not an easy task for a little girl who looks about seven or eight years old to clean the first floor of the library by herself.
At least for her now, she definitely cannot complete it in a short period of time.
But Xia Zuo's life, living with the prisoners, was much more colorful.
Because he was assigned to the side of Aaron and the bird breeder as soon as he arrived, and directly came to the "top" and most dangerous area of the prison, the brown-haired boy has been talked about a lot.
After all, because this area is generally recognized as a place where people die easily, only prisoners with comparable strength will be assigned there. While they endure the danger, they will also receive relatively better treatment, configuration and respect from other prisoners.
For example, the small cell starting with D where Aaron was imprisoned before, prisoners of his level usually have no chance to experience it.
As for being put together because they could get along well, like Vila Junca and Tong En, that was even more impossible. Putting aside the question of whether those two prisoners could actually get along well with others, the brown-haired boy's personality was clearly incompatible with theirs.
"I heard that Aaron almost attacked that guy yesterday?" In between working in exchange for food and a chance to survive, a prisoner whispered to the person next to him.
"Um."
The person next to him suddenly became extremely serious at work and did not answer him.
The sound came from behind.
The prisoner, who had a sudden inspiration, turned around fearfully, and then discovered in despair that the young warden, who was much taller than him, had been standing behind him without any emotion since some time ago.
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