I Have Too Many Wings

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I saw him also approaching the window and said to Chelsea:

"As you can see, I am a god."

"..."

Chelsea rubbed her eyes... Where do you look like a god?

No matter how you look at it, they are ordinary people, right?

Rorschach saw her thoughts, smiled and said:

"The power of the gods does not conflict with the identity of ordinary people. By the way, can you take us to the Anning Road?"

Chelsea shook her head: "My assassination mission this time is over, I have to return to the Revolutionary Army and wait for the next mission... By the way!"

Seemingly remembering what was mentioned in the group announcement, Chelsea suddenly asked Rorschach with a look of anticipation:

"Group master, you know the future destiny of this world, right?"

"Just call me Rorschach. You want to ask if the revolutionary army finally won?"

"That's right. Has the empire... been overthrown?"

"It was overthrown, and the revolutionary army took over." Rorschach nodded, "but unfortunately, you didn't see the end."

"Huh?" Chelsea wondered, "Why?"

"Because your head was cut off and stuck on a wooden pole."

Rorschach sighed slightly:

"You're a miserable death!"

Chelsea: "???"

097 The keyboard powerhouse is so terrifying

Rorschach did not tell Chelsea the story of the beheading.

Because he felt troublesome, he took out his Apple phone directly, opened the comics he had downloaded, and then handed the phone to Chelsea.

"Everything you want to know is here."

Chelsea took the phone, and when she saw the cute picture, she obviously couldn't understand the situation.

"What... what?" she asked.

Rorschach explained: "Didn't it say in the group announcement that in the real world where I live, you are equivalent to the characters of the work. This is the work in which you appeared as a character."

"Uh... Then am I the protagonist?"

"Do you think the protagonist will have his head cut off and put on a wooden pole to kill chickens and monkeys?"

"..."

Chelsea has always felt a sense of urgency.

Your own future...is it really so miserable?

"Am I really...a character?"

No matter how she thought about it, Chelsea felt unacceptable.

"You don't need to worry too much about this question. I asked the system before. Your world is real, and each of you is real, not a marionette, so don't worry too much about it."

Rorschach soothed Chelsea's emotions.

Chelsea looked at the cartoon on her phone with a complicated mood.

However, after all, she had been an assassin for several years, and she quickly calmed down and read the content of the comics.

On the side, Kurumi approached curiously and watched it together with her. Because it was the original comic, Kurumi acted as a translator the whole time.

Time passed so slowly, and soon came night.

When the iPhone shows that the battery is too low.

Chelsea and Kurumi finally stopped reading the manga and rubbed their dry eyes.

Kurumi looked at Chelsea's head, as if comparing something.

This look made Chelsea feel extremely depressed.

The image of her own head being cut off and inserted on a wooden pole always lingered in her mind.

Her death... is too tragic, isn't it?

Hmm... it doesn't seem to be the worst.

At least she still had a head, and Hill in the night attack was directly swallowed by the dog, and he died without a whole body.

Just when Chelsea showed a complicated expression.

Rorschach came over and brought them two cups of steaming black tea, as well as a few plates of delicate pastries.

"Let's eat something," he said.