Another string reel from Bandoli

"Stop acting like a spoiled brat!"

"Stingy, stingy guy"

"You are such a person that only thinks about yourself!"

Xian Juangan pressed the zoom light hidden in the pocket of his white coat, aimed it at himself, and pulled the trigger. Enveloped in green light, his body shrank instantly and began to fall in mid-air.

As he was about to land, the startled Kasumi subconsciously squatted down to try to catch him, then leaned back, adjusted the light to zoom in, and aimed it at herself again.

Avoiding Kasumi's hand, he stepped aside, turned back to his normal size, and immediately began to retreat.

He skillfully stuffed the loose change into the counter at the door, ignoring the anxious background noise of the bakery's manager, Yamabuki Saya, behind him, and ran out of the bakery at full speed, disappearing into the crowd.

"I can't stand it. It's already so cold, and now something so depressing has happened..."

The sky was dark, and gloomy clouds spread like cotton wool, almost covering the entire Tokyo. The air was filled with a damp smell.

It's April, but the weather is unusually cold. I understand why, but now I can only say it's my own fault.

The adaptive temperature control function of the white coat has recently broken down and has not been repaired yet. The shivering Xian Juangan was so angry that he took out the key and opened the door.

Xianjuan Gan's home is a detached two-story building. It is a rather old small-to-medium-sized house with a private yard, typical of the 1960s.

According to a neighbor's reading board, the house was once inhabited by a brown-haired mother and daughter when the child was just in elementary school. The couple's already feuding relationship intensified after a mysterious incident involving stone in their minestrone soup nearby.

On a date that I can't remember, the residents moved out of the house.

The young Xian Juangan happened to pick the lock and move in.

He spent half a year hacking into the local area networks of several lottery centers, and after changing several of the "unchanging" second and third prize numbers into lottery numbers he bought with different fake identities, he bought the house he was used to living in.

The nameplate on the door is written in an old-fashioned font: "Ichinose," the surname of the previous owner.

Xianjuan Gan is a primitive man who doesn't know how to use online shopping software. Every time he thinks about "taking off this sign tomorrow", he always forgets about this thing that has no impact on his life next time.

And it might be more troublesome to change the house number to the surname Xianjuan.

There are many surnames in Japan, among which "Sato", "Suzuki", "Takahashi" and "Tanaka" have more than one million people with surnames.

However, there are some surnames in Japan that only have one surviving family, making their rarity astonishing. Genmaki is one of them, at least in this world.

The Xianjuan Group was a behemoth chaebol in this country, perhaps even the world. Whenever someone introduced themselves to someone else, teachers and students alike would preconceived notions of that family, but Xianjuan was not one of them.

His family is just another ordinary family with the same surname, ordinary deceased grandparents, ordinary deceased scumbag mother, and ordinary biological father who ran away from home and whose whereabouts are unknown.

When she was little, she liked this surname, Kasumi Genmaki, and said that she wanted to be called Kasumi Genmaki in the future. However, Genmaki thought her surname was silly. In class, her deskmate Lan once suggested that she change her surname to Mitake with her. How can one change a surname so arbitrarily? His scumbag mother gave him such a name, and even his surname could cause him some trouble, but it was the last trace left by his biological mother after all.

From the hacked police department data, the information of the previous residents, all the data and traceable intelligence that Xianjuan Gan could retrieve, it was found that his mother's family tree had miraculously no connection with the other Xianjuan family, and there was no possibility of even a collateral branch.

Although he was somewhat bothered by his grandparents' incomplete records of the first two months of his mother's pregnancy, and the fact that public security cameras couldn't capture the footage, he later investigated private surveillance footage and confirmed that it conflicted with the schedules of all the Xianjuan family members at the time, leaving them uninvolved. Even if it was an affair, it couldn't possibly have been linked to them. As for his missing biological father, Xianjuan Gan didn't even bother to investigate.

"What's the point of investigating a loser who abandoned his wife and children and was irresponsible after having fun?" This is what Xian Juangan still thinks after being locked in a cupboard by his mother when he was young.

Xian Juangan had an unhappy childhood. He never knew his father, and his mother, who was addicted to pachinko and had a good-looking face and a decent job, became pregnant one day, without knowing the father's identity, and lived off her parents.

After his grandparents passed away due to illness, he lived a lavish life relying on their savings, and he no longer looked down on the salary from a proper job and became addicted to gambling.

Gan was afraid of his mother, not only because of the obedience he suffered in his childhood, but also because she ignored him when she got angry and left him to starve and freeze in the cheap apartment where he was locked up.

She seemed to have some kind of obsession with herself, looking at herself as if she were a lamb to be slaughtered, like a gambler looking at the chips that could turn the tables in a pachinko parlor.

And as the scumbag mother finally lost the last bit of her borrowed money in a major reversal of life, the mother, as pale as paper as if she was going to be executed, took the young Xian Juan Gan out for a good meal for the first time, dressed up carefully, and took his hand to meet someone.

Just as Xianjuan Gan was eating noodles in a restaurant called Galaxy Ramen, his mother, who was scolded by the manager for smoking in the restaurant, was so upset that she encountered a dump truck outside.

Although it sounds cliché, after settling down his life, Xian Juan Gan hacked into the police station to investigate the driver who caused the accident. All the evidence he could find pointed to the fact that this was really just a dull drunken accident by a passenger bus driver of Fengchuan Land Co., Ltd., a subsidiary of Fengchuan Group, and not some supernatural murder, nor was it a murder by proxy or concealment of the truth.

In fact, according to the subsequent investigation of his mother's broken mobile phone, after Xian Juangan looked through at least twenty loan platforms and other contact numbers of a series of stereotypical bad people, he was at least 80% sure that it was his mother, a scumbag with no common sense, who wanted to dismantle his organs and sell them that day.

Gan, who thought that a grand mystery of his life was about to unfold, was deeply disappointed. It was impossible that his biological father, whose phone number he didn't even have, was a vigorous real estate tycoon or a blonde vampire who loved making eclairs. It was impossible, absolutely impossible.

The scumbag mother naturally did not buy any insurance for herself, and the debt she left behind was so high that even the compensation from the Fengchuan Group could not fill the hole. Naturally, the then young Xianjuan Gan could not inherit the debt, and the rental house was naturally taken away and could not be lived in.

The suspicious Xianjuan Gan was afraid of the legendary loan shark who collected debts, so he packed up his only belongings and wandered around for a year, finally taking refuge in the deserted old house in Ichinose.

In reality, he would have been caught and put into a special care facility a few weeks later because he had no guardian, if he had not gained those memories and knowledge.

Entering the entrance hall, on the left side of the corridor, in front of the first step of the stairs, I pushed open the double sliding doors and entered the living room, then fell forward and lay on the sofa.

"Ahh, how did she guess that I was going to give her some belated gift for guaranteed admission to higher education?"

He turned over and angrily threw away the test papers spread out on the coffee table, revealing the star graffiti underneath.

He once tried to use a physical mechanical fly, so that even if a normal person saw it, they would just swat it into the trash can and not touch it. But even so, the code was accidentally cracked by a naturally evil croquette devil.

After turning the dial a few times in the order of his birthday, the graffiti connected into a line, and the old TV that was locked with iron chains and sealed in front of his sight was stored in the wall, and a tunnel leading directly to the basement opened.

After curling up and walking in, you will arrive at a wonderful place.

The alloy steel plate walls with a sci-fi texture are the original color of steel and resemble natural circuit boards. It is a huge underground space completely shrouded in darkness and coldness. The horizontal vertical lights on the ceiling cast a few rays of light, which seems to add some color to the gray dotted grid floor with a slightly bright blue color.

The deck has stairs leading to the lower level and connected to several other walkways

As Xianjuan Gan pushed open the double blue doors of the basement and walked into the direct-shot lights, the circular lights surrounding the entire underground space flickered and lit up one by one.

The layout is very simple. The corner of the entrance is made up of a small mountain of miniature scrapped home appliances. The shelves on the left wall are filled with all kinds of finished and unfinished props. The right wall is decorated with various strange instruments and equipment to assist in the manufacture of inventions. In the middle stands a huge terminal device that looks like a cylindrical mushroom and is directly connected to the ceiling.

Next to the terminal is a cyber research table with a wasteland style, which is made of dismantled discarded household appliances. The table is covered with star stickers, and a large number of cables and data cables are plugged into the delicate and small beige propeller on the table.

The anti-gravity biological stance function alone was not difficult for Xianjuan Gan, and similar technology was applied to the entire house and basement.

But like the bamboo dragonfly in the animation, which had no safeguards, after Xianjuan Gan collected nearly a hundred kinds of heavy-tasting CG endings that users encountered within a week through terminal simulation, his point card guaranteed gift for the back-to-school period was delayed from the project decided two days before April 8th to April 15th, a week after the start of the school season.

I casually tossed out a few discarded large household appliances (miniature versions) I had picked up on my way home after school today from my white coat pocket and threw them onto the "garbage mountain" in the corner. Then I sat in front of the screen and continued to adjust the final finishing steps.

Close-range passersby with cognitive impairments can use radio waves to prevent embarrassment, invisible stances to prevent exposure, emergency barrier measures to prevent the main body from falling off, bubble barriers to prevent falls after a battery is depleted, AI-powered protection against users attempting to chase a passenger plane and causing a mid-air disintegration, and anti-inertia presets for full-force collisions with the ground...

He had already filled all the loopholes that users could use to commit suicide, leaving only nine of them. These nine were things that normal people would never do, such as trying to use the bamboo dragonfly's heartbeat to accelerate the dokiki to fly out of the atmosphere at full speed to see the stars and die from lack of oxygen, forgetting to take off the bamboo dragonfly during flight, singing "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" without looking at the road and choking to death by hitting a bird, and trying to use the bamboo dragonfly's propeller to stir coffee...

If we can complete these nine preset defects tonight and change them into nine defects that will only cause us to fall head over heels, we will be done.

I tapped furiously on the keyboard below the terminal screen, the cable hissing as data was exchanged.

A complex maze-like pattern flashed across the screen. This was the code used by Xian Juangan, which only he knew how to decipher. It was like an alien language and was difficult to interpret.

In fact, he said that he knew how to crack it, but that was all he did. He only used the extra knowledge in his head to his advantage.

Even he felt very confused. This code seemed like something indescribable, but he subconsciously knew that it was a mixture of more than ten alien civilizations and more than thirty types of human technological civilization on Earth, kneaded by a unique super madman, and it was broken into a paste and forced into his brain.

Xianjuan Gan is not a genius, at least compared to the genius scientists he has seen in the animation. At most, he is one of the funny trio like Musashi and Kojiro in Pokémon.

Since he was born, all kinds of obscure knowledge have been pouring out of his empty brain like a spring. As he grew older, the spring turned into a flood, and the intricate knowledge piled up into a towering library overgrown with weeds and no one to manage. He can search through the books and read the fragments of memory, but he cannot find the knowledge he wants as accurately as a search engine.

Except for one situation, when he sincerely wants to help someone and wants to do something for others, his brain will subconsciously retrieve relevant information from the library in his mind, and his hands will begin to twist and knock left and right unconsciously like muscle reactions, tightening a screw there, pouring a little oil here, and dropping a spoonful of appropriate amount of dark matter concentrate extracted from the leftover food in the cafeteria during lunch break.

Then, just like magic, from a pile of junk parts, a secret prop that was completely inconsistent with common sense of physical logic was created by his hands.

This shortcoming also means that if his enthusiasm fades and his motivation is exhausted, he will no longer be able to make drastic improvements to the secret props he wants to make for someone. More than 80% of the unfinished props on the display wall are half-finished products that he made on a whim but lost interest after being ruined by someone.

After three hours of crackling, the simulation on the terminal computer emitted a dull tremor and a "ding" sound. The last red warning turned yellow, and the work was finished.

He unplugged the cable that was still leaking electricity with his bare hands, opened the half-person-high modified "microwave oven" on the right shelf, took out the boiling hot espresso mixed black coffee copied from Zeyu Coffee Shop, stirred it a few times, put the bamboo helicopter into the "microwave oven", pressed the save information, and set the heating timer for 10 minutes.

This is a mass-energy conversion machine that can store and scan simple props. It was inspired by the food replicator in Star Trek. As long as the prop information is stored, the same prop can be quantum printed in the future, without having to rub it by hand. It is a secret prop created by Kasumi Toyama who didn't want to copy her summer homework by hand.

He had used a convenient thing called a copy mirror, but unfortunately it broke down several years ago because it copied something it shouldn't have copied, and he hasn't been able to make it since then.

He stretched his waist, propped himself up and took a sip of the espresso black coffee that smelled of motor oil to relieve his drowsiness.

Tsk, it's been too hard to adjust multiple items at the same time for three months, and compress my sleep time to only three hours and forty-five minutes a day. Next, I'll reward myself by changing it to four hours.

He hadn't expected that replicating a bamboo dragonfly, so simple in the animation, would be so difficult in reality. Next, after recording and resolving the issue in the sky, he would pack up the replica—

He was a little impatient and scratched his black-dyed blond hair.

The thought of this made Xianjuan unhappy, his eyebrows knitted tightly together. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He could give it to her as a belated birthday present, but if Kasumi asked for it, the situation would be different. He couldn't just give it to her because she asked for it. Wouldn't that make him seem too easygoing? What if she pushed him too hard and pushed him too hard?

Up to this point, he had only given Toyama Kasumi some fashionable little rubbish that even he could make, and had never given her a true secret prop. How could he just give away the bamboo dragonfly for nothing?

Gan glanced at the props on the wall shelves. On the shelves were props such as clockwork typhoons, flying toilet paper, and human kites, which were easy to make but also more unsafe.

The thought of the user being Kasumi, the one who had used these gadgets before and would have killed herself if he hadn't been there to hold her back, made him shudder. He'd just spent a week rushing to create a magically modified version of the bamboo dragonfly. But the thought of Kasumi finally getting the gadgets she'd wanted made his face fall.

Really... She used to be so scared of even getting on a mini plane and would just fly around with her eyes closed, but now she's broken three of them in a row. She talks about wanting to fly all day, but when she really wants to go up to the sky, she can't even open her eyes.

Otherwise, I can adjust the gourmet soup spoon so that all food tastes like natto... No, no

He had already tricked Mocha by giving her a gourmet spoon that he could exchange for a points card that could earn him another 600g spoonful from any illustration, but there was a 1.3% chance that the food would turn into turkey-flavored spicy bread. How could he use the same idea again? Wouldn't it make him seem like he was at the end of his rope and had no life left?

With his head in a state of confusion, Xian Juangan gave the command to Dependent No. 16 on the terminal to monitor the entire network. He simply left the basement and went to the bathroom to wash his face and refresh himself. Then, he staggered up the stairs to the second floor, where the sliding door to the living room opened.

This used to be the room of the previous resident's child. It was empty, with a desk by the window, a tatami floor, and a quilt taken out of the closet, making it a Japanese-style bed. On the wall were still the awards or graffiti of the previous owner's child from kindergarten, which he still hasn't torn off. After all, such a bare and boring room has some traces of life left by the previous owner.

I walked to the window and leaned against it, looking at the street at dusk. As dusk approached, the aroma of curry and hamburger meat wafted from every house.

Opening the window, Xianjuan Gan planned to test the newly improved invention.

We have to deal with that thing in the sky first.

Chapter 2 Chapter 2 Xian Juangan is an ordinary high school student

Pick up the shoulder bag prepared in advance.

After donning the bamboo helicopter, adjusting the propellers and pressing lightly, the small dragonfly unleashed an astonishing burst of power, a tornado covering its entire body like optical camouflage, and slowly ascending with the user.

As the ground beneath his feet receded further and further away, Yao looked at the scenery below, and a sense of freedom arose spontaneously.

At dusk, office workers of all kinds returned home one after another. The middle-aged working women with big bellies and the female interns with dull eyes were like zombies trying to support their families in the hard work. But before entering the house, they all forced themselves to look energetic, to show that they were doing well when seeing their families, and forced themselves to smile to greet their daughters and wives.

In the library of memories, Gan had read about many families and life situations, some of which looked like human beings, and some looked like they were not human. Some were very beautiful, while others were so ugly and twisted. But at least in this reality that he was exposed to, in this street where he was, the families that he could look down on with his alienated vision were all harmonious and happy, so... happy.

I didn't feel any resistance. I could control the direction freely by leaning my body.

Unlike stickers that fly by themselves, this design uses the same principles as a clockwork typhoon. The surrounding wind pressure isolates any perceived resistance threats that are detrimental to humans.

It's really amazing. The bamboo dragonfly is obviously the most representative flying prop in the comics, but it was almost the last one I invented.

Maybe it's because deep down in my heart... I always want this prop to be different.

In the distance, the Tokyo Skytree has lit up.

We rested for a while on the "Crown Top". On the iron frame of Tokyo Tower, we could still vaguely see the bullet holes left by the last time we played mini fighter plane shooting with them.

The young man with dyed hair, shaking his legs and wearing a white coat that fluttered in the wind at the top of the tower, jumped.

Feeling the weightlessness and the powerlessness of falling.

Imagine being able to freely shuttle between all things, and with a leap, you can soar across the sky in an instant, breaking through the beauty of this moment.

The tornado wrapped around his body again and plunged into a whole new world.

There is always something that makes people feel free from the constraints.

But the children's test is over, and the next step is the adults' test.

“It’s time to clean up this mess.”

"Command code z137! Overclocking performance!" The propeller's blue light then turned red, and with it came an even faster speed, soaring into the sky with a steam trail.

The bamboo dragonfly's performance was brought to its limit, and it rushed straight into the high-altitude clouds like lightning, producing several sonic booms in succession.

Five hundred meters, one thousand meters, four thousand meters, ten thousand meters are almost here...

It’s really cold, much colder than the previous few days.

The air around Xian Juangan became thicker and thicker, and his control over the bamboo dragonfly became stronger and stronger. He left the diving state and began to look for his target.

As if sensing the attacker, the sky began to darken, and a strange wind and dust began to obscure vision. They were clearly at high altitude.

The beautiful clouds suddenly turned dark and thunderstorms appeared to a degree that defied modern science.

“It” sensed a threat.

A violent bolt of lightning struck straight towards Xian Juangan, but was shattered by the invisible air barrier around him the moment it touched him.

A fierce storm rushed towards Xianjuan, trying to blow away the invasion.

Xian Juangan, who was experiencing strong winds, found that his visibility was getting lower and lower, and the propulsion speed of the bamboo dragonfly was slowed down.

"Are you still so irritable towards your own creator?" Xian Juangan's face was not very good. The low-intelligence AI with self-awakening consciousness has entered its rebellious period.

He was answered by more direct thunderstorms.

The linear, uninspired attack rhythm was easily dodged. The bamboo dragonfly's four-flag, two-flag, eight-division tornado was like a sharp knife cutting through the dark clouds.

He fiddled with it for a while and took out a small pure silver metal stick about the size of a pen from the pocket of his white coat. He pointed it at the clouds, and the tip emitted a blue light. He scanned the clouds and looked at the test data.

The charged particles in the cloud were chaotically distributed, but this time they were consciously controlled to form a complex information interference network, and even special synthetic particles were scattered. It was obviously a low-intelligence AI, but it was actually good at this aspect. We had to get closer.