Chapter 9
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 ominous sounds.
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 why the authorities are not afraid of Xizel and Xia Zuo leaving through this road - firstly, they think they don't know about 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 casually.
elder:"……"
However, I felt inexplicably cold.
Why does the other party seem to be much more skilled than people like them...?
He squinted his eyes and looked at the guests who came in.
The guest was a young man, whose face could not be seen clearly, but his movements were casual and leisurely, as if he could adapt to any situation and remain calm, exuding a noble air.
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 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 casually played with the apple, the conspicuous red color contrasting sharply with the dark color of his body. His cold white and slender fingers rested on it, but one could not sense the slightest weakness. "Boss, name a price."
Just this one sentence.
The boss felt a sudden chill on his back. An indescribable sense of crisis reached his brain through the intuition accumulated between life and death, making his movements uncontrollably stiff.
The boss tentatively cast his gaze beneath the young man's hood, then walked around the apple. Without mentioning the price, he slowly said, "Since you're traveling, you'll naturally need to prepare a few more pieces of identification..."
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 his own talent?
He was not in a hurry at all, and slowly reached out to take the two cards.
But the moment his hand touched the card, the boss suddenly retracted his hand as if frightened, his expression extremely stiff, and said with a wry smile, "It's just two pieces of ID. What's the price? Please leave."
The young man smiled instead. He placed his fingertips on the card and said, as if amused, "You're so anxious to get rid of me. Am I scary?"
He was in no hurry to leave, so the boss became anxious.
But after all, he was so old and had been here for so many years, so he still had 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. I just don't want to delay what you need 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 before the terrifying gaze moved away. 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 come out. After his good friend left the small house, he jumped and landed in front of Xizel, whispering: "Are you hurt? Do you need me to treat you?"
Xizel pulled his head away expressionlessly: "...I'm just going to get a certificate, not to fight."
The character he portrayed doesn't seem to be the aggressive type, right? Why do people always think he'll get hurt in a fight?
It's definitely not his problem, so it must be Xia Zuo's problem.
Moreover, if something did happen to him, he would not be injured, but die in there.
He was ready to reload the game to gain information advantage - although the illusion 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 where the wordless book was 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 imperceptibly.
Then, he narrowed his beautiful misty blue eyes slightly, a smile on his lips, tilted his head and whispered, "Again?"
Xia Zuo was stunned for a moment, then repeated himself: "Again?"
He scratched his head, confused: "Oh, right, 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 some sense of what happened before the file was loaded", and took out an ID and handed it to Xia Zuo.
The brown-haired boy patted his shoulder happily: "Cesare, you are amazing!"
The powerful Xizel smiled: "Use the treatment on me, thank you."
Xia Zuo obediently used the treatment on him, blinking in confusion: "You haven't been hurt... 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 hover capsule 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 looked similar to a train, except that it was suspended in the air, and it didn't seem to be magnetically levitation. Its power source was unknown, and it looked a bit worn. However, like the citizenship certificate, it successfully piqued César's interest in the technology of the comic book world.
Was it built free of charge by the federal government...?
It sounds like this regime is quite rich, but the experience in the third-level prison in Baixiang District perfectly shattered this illusion.
Xizel looked out the window, his eyes just staying on a family of three not far away. The continuous reloads had caused his sanity to drop, which made him see some very strange things, such as -
In the hallucination, the father of the family of three had a slime on his head and his mouth was grinning from side to side, the mother had more than ten eyes on her face, and the little daughter they were holding 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 the Gray Moon District has unique creatures called Gray Moon Foxes. Ordinary people can't enter the Gray Moon Fox farm... The city's facilities are also very complete, with many public schools and orphanages..."
The boy's voice suddenly dropped, 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 a small amount, but it is definitely there."
"...Ah?" Xia Zuo was interrupted in his limited emo and was stunned for a moment before 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. 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 demeanor and said slowly: "Not even a dog would believe what the federal government says."
Xia Zuo: "..."
The new definition is bland and gentle.
"By the way, I'm out of apples. Please give me another one some other day."
Xizel was calm and confident.
"Ah? Oh." Xia Zuo nodded obediently and quickly regained his cheerfulness: "Hahaha, I saw you didn't eat it, and I thought you didn't like it. Turns out you ate it secretly behind my back!"
Xizel: "..."
He smiled slightly and said, "No, I just gave it to the boss who did the certificate."
The black-haired boy lowered his eyes, and the "Red Apple of Crest" that had been shining 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 around in his hands 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 to reactivate it?
Or, after killing a C-level talent holder, will you gain other abilities similar to "Crest's xxx"?
……etc.
For 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 shared life and death with him: "Cesare, are you cold?"
If he was cold, wouldn't Xizel's physique be even worse? Otherwise, after arriving in 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 that subtle feeling before loading the save. We can already use SL, so why is there such an unfun setting?
As expected... I still can’t do it.
The author has something to say:
César: I can't do it (regret.jpg)
Comic Will: ...
On the various interpretations of the inability to take action
My conscience is hurting and I can't do it (x)
Setting the problem is difficult to start (√)
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