Chapter 43
[…Replacement?] The comic's will was silent for a moment, and when it spoke again, its voice was a little scary: [What do you want to do?]
Cesar explained kindly, "The various materials and minerals in the comic book world are obviously very different from reality."
"So if you want to make some high-specification weapons in reality, you need to carefully select 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 faintly: [He's just a technological genius, what's so surprising about that? What he can create is all determined by the "author" isn't it?]
——What does it have to do with the comic character Cézaire Crest?
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 memorized some structural diagrams of the machines before calling upon the comic's will once again: "Can you sense what's going on 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 be back a few days later."
Comic Will: [……]
Please be considerate of others! Trying to adjust the flow of time in two worlds is really difficult!
It wanted to say, "I can just pull you over there," but before it could say it, it backed off and shut up in disappointment.
...If after these words are spoken, this psychopath Xizel doesn't follow the rules and does whatever he wants, then we're doomed.
The comic's will sulked silently for a moment, then finally compromised: "You've already been put on the experimental table. They don't believe you're dead... They believe it's the result of some kind of talent, and they're planning to study it."
But obviously nothing could be found out. That body was not a person at all, it was just a shell.
Cesar: [I wasn't dead in the first place.]
He smiled suddenly, and after saying this he stopped teasing her, and gradually restrained his expression.
His calm appearance without any emotion is his truest state.
The comic understood the intention 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 did not 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 I observe him, the conclusion is just that he's asleep... but he clearly has no heartbeat or breathing. Is he one of those talents that allows 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 and cold, you know that?"
They didn't know how to describe their feelings.
Forget about researching, they couldn't even take the boy's clothes off!
Is this reasonable?
"Is this a product of talent? Perhaps he has already escaped."
"No, if it's 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 could analyze it, where would I put my face?]
Xizel, who had just returned to the comic world: "..."
He thought about it and felt that the comic will had suffered enough blows in reality, so he considerately did not provoke 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 slightest bit disheveled. 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. It was calm and cold, neither hurried nor slow, as if he was not aware of his situation at all.
However, such a sound was enough to give people an illusion, causing one of the researchers to almost blurt 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 intently. "Is this your ability? But this ability can't kill Mikan—you'll let him be slaughtered without any chance of resistance."
"It seems you all know." He raised his gaze calmly and met the researcher's gaze, then said casually, "However, this is the extent of your information."
The researcher had clearly misunderstood his statement, interpreting César's "You all know I killed Mikan" as "You all know my ability is sleeping." Although he found it strange, he concluded that this was because César was hiding something:
"I assume your gift has a time limit? Can you still use it now? Probably not. Tell us how to use 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 had thought that the young boy in front of him would be afraid - even if it was just a little fear, 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 a trace of fear, he was even - smiling.
He smiled easily, but the researcher felt something strange and a chill crawling down his spine like a leech.
...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 said with a smile, "So, I've decided to forgive you."
“…”
The older researcher tightened his grip on the scalpel.
...That weird feeling intensified.
But on second thought, the walls of this laboratory are made of one of the strongest metals in the world. If the awakened talent is not a high-level one with strong attack power, it will be almost impossible to escape from the inside.
Moreover, weapons were installed in the laboratory with the purpose of killing uncontrolled experimental subjects on the spot.
The strength of that kind of weapon is so great 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 cuffs that bound him to the hospital bed, 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 deformed, 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 laughed 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 opened the emergency weapons in the laboratory.
“Swish——”
Blood splattered on the snow-white wall.
…
A cold, white, slender hand slowly grasped the end of the thin slice and took out the blade that was originally left for toy around with and was now nailed to the wall.
——When being targeted 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 unharmed.
"Crest's Fairy Godmother (Full Version)"
Duration: 15 minutes
"—When the power takes effect, you will become a god without bloodshed."
The black-haired boy tilted his head slightly and heard the sounds of other people in the underground laboratory rushing to this room after noticing the unusual movement.
His normally misty blue eyes were now devoid of any emotion, a faint mist, as dead and silent as the blue glaciers beneath the polar moon. Yet, a faint, perfectly curved smile permeated his lips.
An extremely obvious sense of separation spread throughout him.
Absolute Sanity State Triggered
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Area A Office.
Administrator No. 1 Gary rubbed his brows - ever since César was given to those people, the feeling of unease in his heart has never subsided.
“Knock knock.”
There was a sudden knock on the door, and Gary was startled. He felt that the knock was a sound of hard restraint.
He was startled at first, and then he reflected on whether he had become a little too sensitive.
This is a central-level prison, and with those people here, who could commit a crime here?
He calmed his voice and said, "Come in."
However, 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 Caesar?"
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 the cabinet hard. 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 completely turned 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 didn't 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 like burning flames.
"Please believe him..."
"Trust me too."
The author has something to say:
Begin, Ursula: Believe in Him
Finally, Ursula: (San value clearing)
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