The self-cultivation of the passer-by hero

"Have you ever thought about how you will spend your future?"

future? Let me think about that kind of ambiguous thing, I will probably eat in the shrine and wait to die for the rest of my life, and then become undead with those two guys after death to do odd jobs in the underworld.

"It's such a common idea."

Ordinary. Not good?

"It's not that it's bad, it's just that - you, have you never wanted to experience a more interesting life?"

A more interesting life?

"You don't need to be limited to Gensokyo, you don't need to be limited to Hakurei Shrine, you can try to go outside, like being an interesting guy, going to an interesting middle school, being an interesting student, etc?"

outside world? I seem to have heard that it is a place where humans make up the majority.

"It can be said that, playing the same role all the time should be boring to you, right? Ah, of course, I am not saying that the life of Hakurei Shrine is monotonous, but, he is him, you are you, Can you understand what I mean?"

he? I?

"I have endured the limitation of having to copy the same personality, but it would be too boring to copy life in the same way."

I don't understand but, if possible, I do want to try the kind of outside life you mentioned.

"Really? I treat this as your own idea, so there should be no problem, right?"

Um.

"Thank you, but as a result, your interpersonal relationship may need to be fine-tuned, but don't worry, I only modified the minor parts."

what does that mean?

"Have you heard of the Butterfly Effect? ​​It's very simple. In this story, you will no longer be a marginalized character. What I have arranged for you is the protagonist's script. Be surprised."

The protagonist.?

"Yes, you are going to be the protagonist of this story and save the world as a perfect hero. Wow, that sounds cool, doesn't it?"

hero? Can I do it?

"It can be done, of course it can be done, since I said you can be a hero, you must be able to do it, but, you know something like a perfect hero—"

"The so-called heroes will always leave behind legends. Only heroes who come to an end are perfect. I told you this through the mirror back then."

Standing in front of Wu Ye, the blond boy put his hands in his pockets, and said comfortably: "But, you probably don't remember, although the memories of the eliminated individuals will be synchronized, but the original 'Wu Ye' I’ve already forgotten too many things.”

It seemed a bit weird to talk to yourself in front of a soulless body, but the blond boy didn't care too much.

The battle situation was overwhelmingly favorable, the monster and the priestess had no choice but to open the hanging Luo Tianshu, and on the other hand, the priestess Jing of the real world almost suppressed them to fight.

Qishi couldn't count on it, and was restrained by Qingming.

Compared with other "copies", Qishi, as the main body, is actually weaker, because her clones were created on the background of the Great Onmyoji in the Heian Era, and their hard power is stronger than that of She was much taller.

After all, the real purpose of Qingming's creation was not to improve the structure of the world. As an "insurance mechanism" that has no effect, its strength is still guaranteed.

"Thank you for your hard work for a long time."

This was a carefully performed thank you. The blond boy put his hands on Wu Ye's shoulders, as if a layer of fragile gold foil had been added to Wu Ye's body. Golden light shone on Wu Ye's body, and then cracks appeared one after another. .

Like a fragile glass bottle, the spiderweb-like cracks were horrifyingly climbing on it, as if it would break in the next second.

"This is the end of the journey. Your story is now officially over."

In the young man's declaration, the golden light was mixed with a bit of strange dark green, like ink soaked in water, wrapping around Wu Ye like a cloud of smoke, turning into a chain of sin, trying to pull him into the twisted world. of abyss.

"Come, sleep."

As the order was issued, the hazy distortion showed its horrifying fangs at this moment, and the evil breath almost pulled the world into the abyss of nightmare in an instant.

Like a small boat in the storm, Wu Ye's body was sunk into it in a moment. Gold and dark green were mixed into the worst colors, playing with the ownerless body wantonly.

Just wait for that unusual starlight to rise quietly.

It is not Beichen that guides the direction, but is full of murderous and violent blood light. In just a stunned moment, the red meteor flies out of it, as simple as poking a hole in the paper. It penetrated the boy's body.

"Woo!"

With an unexpected cry of pain, the blond boy's body was dragged backwards by the huge force of the meteor, and fell directly into Danterian's arms in front of the door of the book.

"Hey, you" Danterian looked at the boy in her arms in surprise, speechless.

The sudden change caused the entire battlefield to become silent instantly. Not only Luo Tianshu's side was dumbfounded, but even Yakumo Purple's side didn't understand what happened.

"How is that possible? Are you injured?" Danterian was even more shocked after seeing the boy's injuries clearly.

In the presence, only she could truly understand what kind of existence a boy is based on this world. It has already surpassed the level that can be described in words, let alone a mere god who can sit on the sky.

"Heh, heh, is this a surprise?"

It seemed that even the tone of voice became less smooth, and the blond boy's breathing became short and difficult. Although the big hole in his abdomen strangely did not flow out blood, some black particles were oozing out like sand.

"Danterian, let me confirm. This should be a problem with your ability." The blond boy forced a smile and asked, but the serious eyes seemed that he had already understood the answer.

Although the distorted space has not disappeared, the golden color he admired has long been replaced by the blue flames and bloody starlight.

"Even after another ten thousand years, there will be no such error in my ability." Danterian replied flatly, staring at the distorted zone, she had already recovered from the initial panic.

"What about the possibility of some unexplained chance?"

"No."

".That means that I was undoubtedly 'hit' by his attack just now, right?"

"That's right."

Danterian's affirmative answer was like a flame, which completely wiped out the calmness and comfort on the golden boy's face, leaving only a malicious grin.

"Then you're sure, right? This guy is the 'second' one. It's really ridiculous that something like this would happen to something I created."

"Originally he was not 'created' by you. Think about it seriously, this 'Takeya' is just one of the individuals that was split out of the duplicates you created in parallel possibilities."

"Ah, I know." Luo Tianshu said coldly.

"Originally, Levinanta was a concept independent of world history. In that zone where even cause and effect can be completely distorted, identity, race, thought, language, all of them don't matter, what is needed is compatibility and an opportunity."

Looking at Wu Ye who seemed to be reborn in the greedy flames, Danterian let out a slight sigh:

"No matter what it was like before, the one now is undoubtedly the same as you, a descendant of Levinanta who awakened in this era."