Re:Zero - Jobless Reincarnation: Succubus Sword God? I don't recognize it!

Chapter 492: Single occupant, the answer to killing the human god
As the sun sets, the shadow of Aishan in the east becomes deep and dark, with only a hazy outline remaining under the dark blue sky.

The sound of birds drifted in from afar, and thin layers of mist rose from the mountains, invading the figure standing alone at the door of the long-abandoned welfare home.

The rock in front of the welfare home is 1.5 meters wide and less than 1 meter high. It lies on the ground like an old dog that cannot open its eyes or move.

The five characters "Aishan Welfare Home" on it are so faint that they are almost invisible.

But Alan saw it very clearly.

Because this was where he had lived for twelve years. After junior high school, he lived in the school dormitory. He used the school subsidies and holidays to work as a cheap illegal worker in a restaurant or barbecue restaurant to make a living, and completely left this place.

Never went back
Logically, he should have found the current scene unfamiliar.

But for some reason, at just one glance, the memories of the Aisan Welfare Home were instantly recalled.

It was as if the person who thought he had never been here since he was twelve was not himself.

Alan squatted down slightly and touched the marks of the writing.

Then he suddenly raised his head and looked beside him.

In the west, the red glow burned the tributaries of the Xuanhe River that spread from afar, and the undulating fire on the river surface danced like water.

Beside me, there was ivy climbing on the completely peeling paint fence. It swayed in the evening breeze and clapped its hands, as if welcoming the arrival of an old acquaintance.

The fence extended to the edge of a river and broke off.

A tributary of the Xuan River made a circle in the front yard of the welfare home, then lazily was chased away by the fence at the other end and the railway tracks in the distance, gradually slipping away from sight.

Alan stared blankly at the northeast corner of the river beach behind the river.

That was his favorite place to stay during his childhood because he could see the sunset and the railroad tracks from there.

Today, the rocks where people once sat are overgrown with weeds.

The shock on Alan's face was hard to calm down.

How is this possible? How did you get back here?
I didn't succeed in entering a precognitive dream? Instead, I had a normal dream?
That's impossible. The magic circle had clearly been destroyed before I fell asleep, and the incarnation had already taken effect.

This is a prophetic dream.

How can a predictable dream lead to this past memory?

Suddenly, he looked up at the four-story building on the west side of the front yard.

My eyes were fixed on a window on the far left of the second floor.

The wall outside the window is already mottled, and the white paint on it has been eroded by rain. You can still see the green bricks and stones under the peeling wall paint.

The sunlight shines away, and because of the backlight, the scene inside the window cannot be seen clearly.

But Alan clearly felt that someone was standing at the window watching him.

Alan stared at the window.

That was the dormitory he used to live in with Ai Qiu and Ai Hao.

He looked for a long while, squinted his eyes, turned around and took a few steps towards the gate.

The iron door was locked with a chain as thick as two fingers, and the keyhole was rusty.

He grabbed hold of the gate and pulled hard.

Clang! The iron door made a wailing sound, but it did not fall down completely as Alan imagined. It just trembled a few times and then stood quietly in front of Alan again.

His pupils suddenly contracted and he looked down at his hands.

There is no fighting spirit, not a single bit of fighting spirit in the whole body.

This body still feels strong, but the surging fighting spirit in the body has disappeared.

There is no trace at all, as if it had never existed.

Alan looked at his palms in a daze, and actually felt that his previous experience of traveling through time was just a dream, and a fantasy that came from his momentary distraction when he returned to the door of the abandoned welfare home?

But the next moment, he woke up from this illusion.

The thick, yellow calluses on the fingertips give a real sense of presence.

He stood up, turned around, raised his hands to climb the fence, and with an easy leap, the two-meter-high fence was left behind him.

With a click, the body lands on the ground with legs slightly bent. The recoil force is evenly distributed from the feet to the core, protecting the knees to the greatest extent while maintaining stable support for the next step.

——It was still the basic skills of the Water God Style that he was familiar with.

Alan glanced at the second-floor window, the feeling of being watched still following him.

No, it wasn't just the window where he used to live that was casting gazes at him, but even several windows around were casting prying eyes at him.

The next moment, blessing came to my heart.

Even if he had lost his fighting spirit at the moment, the sharp reaction ability that he had developed through countless battles was still faithfully retained in his body.

He walked towards the dormitory building on the right, his pace becoming slower and slower and his steps becoming larger and larger.

When he got there, he kicked the door open with a bang.

The corridor was dim, and Alan glanced at the automatic sensor light above his head.

Only the base of the induction lamp is left, and the ceiling and wall paint have peeled off piece by piece, revealing a gray cement base.

He stepped into the corridor, passing by the yellow-painted wooden doors of the dormitories.

Hanging on the door are faded A4 papers with the names of former residents written in order.

The footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, reflecting the deserted environment to Alan's senses.

He didn't even look at the doors, but walked all the way to the end of the stairs and went upstairs. The old-fashioned zigzag staircase should have been covered with a layer of dust, but when he stepped on it, apart from feeling the oldness of the building itself, it was surprisingly clean.

Click, and Alan stood at the entrance to the second floor.

But he stopped.

The sensor light above my head came on.

It's actually powered on.

The second floor is still old and as strangely clean as the first floor.

But there is one striking difference.

Anger, a strong sense of anger hits me in the face.

The walls were freshly painted and looked extremely clean. The door handle of the public washroom opposite the stairs was brand new and slightly ajar.

The sound of dripping water seeped out from the crack in the door.

Alan paused, looked around, walked over, and reached out his hand.
Push open the door.

The scene inside came into view:
There is a row of wash basins on the right wall, with various colors, including eye-catching red, sky blue like water, and pure white.
There were half-dry towels next to the washbasin, except for one red basin where towels were thrown randomly in the basin, while the others were stacked in different ways and placed on the edge of the basin.

Alan looked to his left.

The long washbasin was covered with new tiles, there were obvious water stains on the sink, and one of the faucets was not tightened and was dripping.

He glanced at the brand new water pipe next to him and reached out to turn on the faucet.

He turned around and walked out, quickly walking towards the end of the corridor. As he got closer to the dormitory where he, Ai Qiu, and Ai Hao lived, he clearly felt a sense of being spied on through the cracks in the doors on both sides.

Allen frowned and ignored it, quickly walking to the end of the corridor and standing in front of the familiar yellow painted door.

He reached out his hand to the doorknob to open it, but his hand froze on the doorknob.

Alan stared at the A4 paper on the door, motionless.

The paper has yellowed and the edges are curled.

But the faded words on it were still clearly reflected on the surface of Alan's stunned pupils.
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Single Observation Dormitory

Name: Alan

Dissociative personality disorder patients

Dosing schedule (sertraline hydrochloride):

Time: August 2011, 8: √.
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Alan remembered.

It's not that he hasn't returned to the orphanage since he was twelve years old.

He comes back once a year to sit on the river bank and watch the sunset.

But Ai Qiu and Ai Hao never existed from the beginning to the end.

He was the only one living in the welfare home dormitory from beginning to end.

The fact that he was watching the sunset alone on the riverbank was not because he was not physically disabled and was behaving well.

Instead, he was isolated alone.

There was no mature psychiatrist in the Aisan Welfare Home, and the experience of being abandoned twice made his emotions unstable in his childhood.

The result is that they are given the drugs roughly and treated carefully and differently.

This actually made the condition worse.

No.

This did not make the condition worse.

Alan just realized that he couldn't continue like this, and he needed to stand up and protect himself.

The lone wolf, the extreme achievement character has existed from the beginning to the end. My previous self was even worse, a thousand times worse.

However, since the day I "graduated" from the Aisan Welfare Home, that more extreme personality has been switched out by my current self.

No, exactly.

He took the initiative to switch himself out.

The memory of the consciousness of Laplace, which was split in the Battle God Armor, helping him to repel him in the Abyss of the Sea reappeared in his mind.

At this moment, Alan's mind was particularly clear.

Past memories were connected into a complete line, without any trace of being modified by my subconscious mind.

He looked at the words on the door panel, turned his head and looked to his side.

At some point, a little boy with black hair and a flat head, who was only as tall as his waist, was standing next to him.

He still held the book "24 Billy" with his hands behind his back, his eyebrows raised, and his dark pupils stared at the door in front of him with a hint of mockery.

"Interesting, really interesting. Apparently, the incarnation state produced by the Four Emperors-level healing magic circle is beyond the visual range you wanted to see? You wanted to see the scene with Aisha, but you saw the more distant 'future' instead."

Alan looked down at 'Little Alan'.

"Can you see what I went through out there? Memories aren't supposed to be shared."

Little Alan smiled brightly and poked his head with his finger. "Didn't you just share this with me? I am your antisocial personality and you are my social emotional personality. You want to solve the problem, and this dilemma naturally appeared in my mind when I fell asleep."

Then, before Alan could say anything, he laughed with obvious excitement on his face.

"Have you noticed? The pattern of your predictive dreams?"

Alan was silent for a moment, then responded.

“It is strongly related to the dilemma that I urgently need to solve. When I use precognitive dreams, the dream will give priority to giving me the effective information that I have ignored about the dilemma I am facing.

When we were at the archipelago, Climb and Lev mentioned in their conversation that they had gathered adventurers to go out to sea. My subconscious sensed some information, but my brain ignored it.

Then, it reminded me of Roxy's information, and later it was confirmed that Roxy was taken on board by Clem and Lev and encountered a shipwreck.

Before entering the deep sea, I was so caught up in the joy of reuniting with Roxy that I neglected the sea creatures hiding under the water behind me when I landed. I also neglected the fact that the Secret Sword of the Dead Ghost had sunk into the deep sea in the original book, and the only person who could resurrect him was Laplace.

So it reminded me that I would meet Laplace in the abyss.

Rather than saying it is a precognitive dream, it is the incarnation of the human god Allen, who has the ability to perceive information from the water god flow at a higher dimension of life, combined with the art of prophecy. "

After a brief pause, Alan continued.

"No, that's not prophecy."

He turned to look at little Alan.

"That is the super-sensory divine child ability of the human god Allen. It comes from the holy sword and from the transfer of the divine child ability of Senis."

Little Alan looked at the title page of the book behind him with his index finger.

"So what is the dilemma you are facing now? How do you survive from Orsted, or..."

Alan lowered his eyes, his eyes dim.

“I want to kill the Human God once and for all. I’m not going to seal Him, I’m going to kill Him completely.

But I can't even control Orsted at the moment, let alone find a way to kill him once and for all.

Judging from the mechanism of the occurrence of precognitive dreams, this method has already appeared around me, but I just ignored it."

They both looked towards the door in front of them at the same time.

Little Alan squinted at him and said, "The answer is inside. Try opening the door?"

Allen nodded.

He reached out and turned the door handle, and it clicked.

The door was opened.

But the next moment, before Alan could push the door open, the entire dream turned into dust in the smile of little Alan.

call.
Alan opened his eyes in bed.

The wooden texture of the hotel ceiling flickered in the dawning sky.

Outside the window, the night rain had stopped long ago.

I felt the burning warmth of your body in my embrace.

Alan lowered his eyes, and without knowing when, Isa Luti crawled into his arms.

Already woke up.

She rested her face in the crook of Alan's neck and smiled sweetly at him.

"Morning, senior brother."

(End of this chapter)