Chapter 2 (Catching Bugs)
[Confirmed copy: Yokohama·Supernatural·Book]
【Time: ■■■■■■】
[Location & Camp: Yokohama, Port Mafia]
[Personal identity information confirmed: Gong Ye Mu]
[Preconditioning events "Death of the previous leader" and "Change of leader" have been triggered]
In the night of a bustling city, many forces and people with supernatural powers who possess powers beyond ordinary people are fighting openly and secretly for power.
At present, the power of the port mafia is still expanding, cleverly forming a check and balance with government agencies.
The underground prison cell, which had been silent for several years, welcomed a new guest.
…
As the electronic audio explained, a memory naturally emerged in Kono Seiryoshi's mind.
The game he was playing contained multiple copies with a high degree of freedom. Each copy was an independent life. There was no way to save the copy, so he could only play along a line.
Because it was the first copy he played, he directly used his original appearance and surname, and his first name was "Mu" which served as a serial number.
It's sad to say that his identity in this copy is an innocent loser.
At the beginning, you are in a slum somewhere in Yokohama. Not only do you have no food or shelter, you don't even have a penny on you. There is also a group of people around who are eyeing you and trying to rob you.
Seeing his health bar slowly but surely dropping, Kono Seiryoshi thought about it and decided to treat this as a post-apocalyptic survival game, farming while fighting wits and courage with NPCs. When he was finally about to survive, he met the former leader of the port mafia.
The leader, who was already quite old, suddenly became crazy when he saw him. He insisted that Gong Ye Shengliang's supernatural powers were absolutely impossible and insisted on taking him back to the Port Mafia.
Of course Gongye Shengliang disagreed. He had just found some fun in farming from the survival game and now just wanted to make a fortune with his own hands. That's why he didn't want to join the mafia who were obviously not good people.
Besides, he has been playing for so long and he doesn’t even know he has special abilities. This leader might be too old and his eyes are blurry!
So Gongye Shengliang rose up in resistance!
——And then the resistance failed.
There's no way. I didn't brush up my attributes at the beginning, and my military strength is too low.
He fought alone, using all his strength, and although he could not say that he had caused great damage to the Port Mafia, the damage he caused to them was not something that could be easily ignored. Who would have known that the previous leader was so desperate to capture him that he threw Kouno Seiryo into an underground prison at any cost.
Looking at the secret room that never sees the light of day, the iron chain that is thicker than his wrist, and the crazy face of the previous leader who keeps talking to himself, Kono Seiryoshi becomes furious and logs out of the game directly.
——If I can’t beat you, won’t I just run away? Next time I open a new account, I’ll kill you, old man!
As a result, before he could open a new account, he blinked and entered the game directly.
After getting used to the dark environment, Gongye Shengliang blinked and saw clearly the four iron chains on his wrists and ankles.
...Last time there were two of them. After not seeing them for a few years, the port mafia has treated him better.
The heavy weight made him very uncomfortable. Gongye Shengliang moved his numb legs, slowly moved to a corner of the confinement room, and leaned against the hard and cold wall.
Although it was only a few meters away, he was already slightly out of breath after completing this series of actions.
After several years of imprisonment, his already mediocre physical condition became even worse.
Kono Seiryoshi looked up, reflecting in melancholy on why an ordinary person like himself, who was powerless, had to suffer this.
...It turns out that it’s all the fault of the previous generation!
"System," he perked up and talked to the light ball in his heart, "You said that my consciousness entered and left, causing the world line to be destroyed... What exactly do you mean?"
The light ball answered responsibly: [According to the normal trajectory, because you have always refused to accept the orders of the previous leader, the port mafia has been keeping you here, and this has not changed even after the leader was replaced.]
[In the eighth year of confinement, the self-destruction program was activated, and the 'Kouno Mu' who remained in this copy used his special ability to achieve his own destruction. The energy fluctuations were too large, causing the world line to collapse.]
[It is now the third year of imprisonment. Your mission is to rationalize the ending of death, make the energy fluctuations as smooth as possible, and prevent the world line from collapsing.]
Seira Kono: "…………"
Seira Kono: "???"
"No, wait!" He hurriedly called out to the system, "How come I don't know... I really have supernatural powers?"
The light ball nodded: [The effect of the ability is related to the will and potential of the contractor. Please explore for more information.] It paused, and the electronic sound accelerated: […Someone is approaching here. I will leave first.]
He said this without giving anyone time to react and immediately disappeared, leaving Kono Seiryoshi and a handwritten instruction manual that he couldn't understand staring at each other in bewilderment.
Kono Seiji remembered what the system had just said, "Someone is approaching," so he could only temporarily suppress all his complicated emotions, quickly browsed through the instruction manual, and closed the interface before he heard a sound from the door.
“The result that has been decided cannot be changed, but the process can be changed”...
The death ending he created was inevitable, and what the system required him to do was to rationalize the entire process in order to ultimately achieve the goal of saving the world line.
In other words, it is to write a script with a dead ending.
When he thought of this, Gongye Shengliang, a professional clerical secretary, suddenly felt a fighting spirit - he was not good at fighting, but couldn't he write reports (cross out) and write scripts!
It's decided that it's you, the first person to enter this prison room!
Let’s start the fight!!!
After the heavy metal door slowly opened, Nakahara Chuuya was faced with a pair of eyes that sparkled in the darkness.
Nakahara Chuuya: “…”
Is this man still mentally normal after being locked up underground for so many years?
When the leader Mori Ogai assigned him the task, he did not reveal too much, only vaguely mentioning that this person was "a hidden danger left by the previous leader."
When he asked if this person was an enemy, Mori Ogai was stunned for a few seconds, then smiled and replied, "I hope not."
...They are neither enemies nor allies. So I can just treat them normally, right?
Nakahara Chuuya pondered in his heart, narrowed his eyes slightly, and pressed the light switch of the prison room.
The light instantly illuminated everywhere, and the young mafia member finally saw the target's face clearly.
There weren't many colors on that person, he was wearing the simplest white shirt and black pants. The only strong color was the pair of eyes that flashed by just now, which were like the dark gold of amber, with a unique kind of coldness.
Perhaps because she had not seen the sun for a long time, her skin was white and almost transparent, her figure was slender, and her appearance was too delicate and beautiful, giving her a sense of disconnection from reality.
Simply put, he doesn't look like a living person.
Nakahara Chuuya only turned on an ordinary light, but he forgot that this was no less than a strong light punishment for people who had lived in the dark underground for many years.
The environment was suddenly bright, and the hostage huddled in the corner was caught off guard. He was a beat late in reacting before closing his eyes. His fragile tear glands were stimulated, and a few drops of physiological tears were about to fall and hang on his eyelashes.
...Aren't there supposed to be extremely vicious prisoners in the basement prison? This one looks too fragile!
Nakahara Chuuya paused, a hint of confusion and helplessness flashed across his eyes, and he turned his head away uncomfortably, not looking at that direction, and turned the light to the lowest level.
After about a minute of silence, he frowned and said, "Hey, are you okay?"
Kono Seiryoshi lowered his head and blinked, slowly going through the light adaptation period, and found sadly that his health was decreasing again.
Hearing someone calling him, Gongye Shengliang looked over.
A young man with ochre hair and blue eyes stood in front of the secret passage leading to the exit, staring down at him. A translucent panel that only he could see automatically appeared beside him.
[Direct subordinate of the Port Mafia cadre - Nakahara Chuuya (special ability user)]
...Zhongyuan Zhongye?
Do you remember this name, Seiji Kono? Chuuya Nakahara has joined the Port Mafia?
When he was struggling to make a living in the slums and going through his rookie period, Kono Seiryoshi once met members of the underage self-defense organization "Sheep" in Leibo Street, and he had also heard of the leader "Sheep King" supported by the children, but Nakahara Chuuya probably didn't know him.
By the way, he was still a minor at that time, and wanted to try to join the sheep, but was intercepted by the previous leader.
"The leader wants to see you. I'll take you there." Nakahara Chuuya looked at Kono Seiryoshi, who looked confused. He was silent for a few seconds, but still threatened him responsibly, "Don't even think about running away."
Kouno Seiryoshi was distracted: "... Leader?"
His impression of the leader of the port mafia was still the old face of the previous generation who deserved a beating. Just now, when he heard the system's electronic voice mention the "death of the previous leader" and "change of leader", he couldn't remember who the new leader was.
Zhongyuan Zhongye also thought of this. After a brief thought, he felt that this information should be disclosed sooner or later, so he explained: "The current boss of the port mafia is Mori Ogai, Mr. Mori."
"Mori Ogai..." Gongye Shengliang repeated in a low voice, observing that the auburn-haired boy did not show any impatience, and then asked, "Mr. Mori, what do you want to talk to me about?"
Zhongyuan Zhongye did not answer directly, but raised his hand to lower the brim of his hat: "The leader has his own arrangements."
Well, Gongye Shengliang thought silently, it seems that before starting the war, he has to meet the new leader first.
Kono Seira raised his wrist, and the heavy clanging sound of the iron chain echoed in the empty confinement room. He tried to look at Nakahara Chuuya with the most sincere eyes, indicating to him that he could not move now.
"Don't move, I'll open it."
As soon as he finished speaking, the ochre-haired boy walked to the transparent wall made of special materials and entered his fingerprints and a string of keys.
The handcuffs fell off and the iron door slowly opened to the sides.
Nakahara Chuuya stood outside the door without moving. Seeing that the people inside were obedient and didn't even blink, his tone softened a little: "You can come out now."
Having lost the physical restraints, Kono Seiryoshi was not happy at all. He frowned slightly and spoke hesitantly: "Well, you..."
The ochre-haired young man's eyebrows jumped, and he said his name: "Zhongyuan Zhongye."
"Okay, Chuuya." Kouno Seira nodded skillfully, not noticing that the other person's face turned slightly red as if he had been choked after he called out his name, and asked with a little expectation: "Chuuya, can you come over here for a moment?"
I am so ashamed that I put the script writing aside and was chained in an awkward position for so long...
His legs are numb.
The author has something to say:
So the use of force is really useless, Shengliang
Hey, thank you all for coming yesterday! I thought I was the only one there (wiping tears)