Another string reel from Bandoli

"The next step is for the White Rook to move to E6"

Before disappearing, the mask's intelligence collector provided enhanced vision, allowing Xian Juangan to capture the unfinished chess game before it was blown up.

With its eyes closed, the fox seemed to be asleep and did not react or move at all.

"I'm trapped in a long general."

After people disappear, this world falls into silence, everything falls apart, covering a new scene map and changing the rules of the game.

It sighed.

"...I was once a demon king who saved humanity and destroyed the world."

A short, fully mechanized, female-like robot with tousled black hair reaching her waist and intricate patterns. Operating several floating cannons, she appeared out of thin air beside the fox.

"Then... who are you..."

In a world that is about to be reset, the fox, holding the final mystery, fell into a long sleep before the next revival.

The original Doctor Who style collects partners and looks for friendly servants to break through the game without using force

The protagonist, with Remo's style of thinking, turned it into a massacre line.

Oh, there were a few chapters that were originally 10,000 words, but I split them up, which resulted in more chapters.

Chapter 49 Chapter 49 My once ignorant dream

If I were to use a metaphor, Xianjuan Gan felt that the first half of his life was like a dull black-and-white portrait.

It was dull and colorless, and as bitter as dark chocolate without sugar.

For him, life's darkest moments are like pitch darkness, a glimmer of light. There's no longer anything to hold onto. The feeling of abandonment and fear, a feeling he no longer wants to experience, grips his mind.

My mind was still a little dazed, my vision was blurry, and with a little tinnitus, everything in front of me seemed so illusory.

Black, thick darkness engulfed him, making it difficult for him to even turn over.

He once longed for his mediocre peers who lived in normal families, had ordinary lives, and didn't have to worry as much as he did. But after seeing the light and witnessing the extraordinary, how could he return to the darkness and continue to be mediocre?

For Xianjuan Gan, the secret item was just his "one-man miracle." His peers would secretly write light novels, fantasizing before bed about possessing the power to subvert society and change the world. They'd dream about what they'd do with their immense powers—gods? demons? But he, in reality, lived out their fantasies of the supernatural.

Perhaps, without the memory fragments of his mentors, he would have entered a social welfare institution and perhaps been adopted, perhaps staying there until adulthood, living a life of going to school and working at home like every high school student, making small inventions like hair growth products, and improving his economic conditions.

He finished college at a prestigious overseas university with the help of a scholarship, found a job he didn't really want to do, chose a wife who might suit his aesthetic taste, spent his whole life paying off his student loans, and spent his ordinary life lying in a hospital bed as his students and grandchildren watched him go.

Whenever he enters a dream, he lives in this ordinariness.

It's like being there.

...I failed...I couldn't save everyone at once. I still have to think about what to do next time.

This time I failed miserably, and I actually lost myself in the middle of it. It's so embarrassing.

I felt a little dizzy and my limbs ached a bit, as if I had been exercising for a long time in one go.

Maybe it's because of tiredness, or maybe it's the side effect of disguise.

His first reaction was that the backup plan had failed and Plan H had become the default, and he had been caught by the government or some organization like a stag beetle in a net.

Now, when I open my eyes, I might see a dozen scientific researchers in white clothes preparing for photon skin rejuvenation, and a whole team of soldiers pointing guns at me, ready to execute me at any time.

D’s subsequent plans will be extremely troublesome to deal with, okay?

Worst case scenario, I might actually have to learn serpent language and tinker with props in a genre I hate. I absolutely hate serpent language.

…………

I must have been stuffed into the closet...

Resurrect from darkness.

Lying on the soft bed, the cat ears, which are delicate and sensitive but designed to be decorative, tremble gently.

Like a power button, the big round eyes with only the whites of the eyes have spirit, and the black pupils like black pearls are moving from bottom to top.

The moonlight shines gently from the skylight on the top floor, embellishing this space full of life.

It's just that the quilt is too thick...

Before entering the fashion store, Xianjuan Gan prepared a lot of contingency plans. He actually had the mentality that all the previous ones would fail.

But he never thought that Plan A would actually succeed.

Although Plan A failed in the initial stages, it actually succeeded in the end...

This bloated body, this round shape, and this sticky rice ball-like suction cup feel...

It was Halloween and he was instigated to create this illegal mimicry to scare them.

I originally thought he had deleted it, but it seems that the deep data is still retained in this broken table and was awakened with this random switch.

His plan A was just to get an ordinary cat and pretend it was a contract pet like those in the Magical Girl of Light movies that girls in the world like to watch...

Is it true that a girl would be caught in a dressing room by a life-size childcare robot that looks like something out of a cartoon from the last century, and would be taken all the way back to her home without a word?

Well... now that I think about it, contracted magical pets weren't that reliable during the Reiwa era...

There was a floral scent in the room, and the quilt and pillow had the unique scent of a young girl. The aroma of body lotion lingering in the quilt had faded.

Xian Juan Gan actually hadn't slept properly in many years. He often stayed up late at home and would take a short nap on the desk in front of his research bench before continuing to work, or it was common for him to close his eyes and it would be time for school.

That's why the traces of the previous owners are so well preserved in his house. The main reason is that he rarely slept in the living room.

The automatic cleaning project he renovated the house seemed to have assumed that all the awards were part of the room.

In the living room, I just pulled a quilt from the closet and fell asleep.

Only occasionally would he sleep on Toyama Kasumi's bed at Toyama's house, or in Aoba Moka's room, while they played with their secret tools, he would lie down for a while and take a nap.

Her two hands gently pinched the cat ears that were his ornaments. The lack of muscle substance made her feel regretful and a little dejected.

But he quickly cheered up.

"Great! He's awake! Or rather, he's activated!" His voice, as sweet as candied fruit, and his tone of voice that makes others' hearts flutter, made him feel like a pink-haired puppy.

She has a sunny expression like a loving smile.

The face he had used for two weeks, facing each other, staring at each other with big eyes.

He stared at him with an indescribable look, his grey eyes flickered several times in an instant, and the emotions contained in them changed several times.

"Arnold, are you a childcare robot sent by my great-granddaughter or great-grandson?"

It seemed like a confirmation, but also like a farewell.

Chihaya Aine was afraid of any other answer.

Ah… this misunderstanding is going in the right direction… Oyama Enyo’s voice or Mizuta Wasabi’s, which one is more in line with expectations? … Forget it, let’s go with Mizuta. Although I feel sorry for the late Oyama teacher, it would be uncomfortable if I imitated her voice and it affected other characters.

Xianjuan Gan thought so in his heart, but he still unconsciously used his clear voice that mixed the two voices.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" He pretended to be panicked and climbed out of bed, bowing and apologizing repeatedly.

"I accidentally ran to the wrong place! It has nothing to do with that kid!"

Xianjuan Gan was so shameless as to make up a story that he was responsible for something, implying that a non-existent child was instructing him to take the blame.

"Is that so..." Although Chihaya Aine had prepared herself mentally, she still felt a little empty and lost. But she didn't show it.

That would embarrass it, too.

"That child is a bit withdrawn, but he's not a bad kid! He's just a little bit bad at expressing himself! That's why he doesn't want to show up because he's not confident..."

Xianjuangan continued to gesture with his suction cup hands, using his clumsy round body to make up lies and create a non-existent child character label.

In Chihaya Aine's mind, the image of a lonely child who doesn't know how to dress up, doesn't like socializing, has cognitive problems, has no recognized friends, lacks empathy, and cannot understand other people's non-verbal social signals comes to mind.

"I see... Because I don't want to make friends, but I also want to change my image, so I want to refer to the style of girls of the same age in this era for that child..."

Chihaya Aine had seen this symptom on social media before; it was a child with Asperger's syndrome. No wonder some of their descendants would send a childcare robot back in time. This child's future...

"In any case, sir, please don't make a big deal out of this. I don't have permission from the Time Administration, and if it gets exposed. Wadashiva..." His big eyes were filled with tears, and Xianjuan Gan, who was acting like a drama queen, knelt down and grabbed his sleeves.

Ahahaha, if it weren't for the soul data blocking these screwdrivers in my hand, they would be useless if they were jammed...

Xian Juangan had somewhat underestimated the amount of soul storage, and he didn't dare leave the storage guide in that watch. He didn't know where the body was yet, and he would use the cloning pod to transfer these people there and revive them later.

As for the old body, he could leave it to the dolls. He had no interest in retrieving all the bodies. Who knew how many fragments would be left.

"In short, this child doesn't even want to make friends. He was once criticized by his friends' parents for making mistakes in making friends, and he has been alone since childhood and has no offspring. As for Dora-chan, no one asked for help. I met her in this era because of a malfunction in my time machine."

After a conversation, Chihaya Aine listened to a series of fabricated background stories.

"It really is... exactly like in the anime, even though the two kids are completely opposite types... Dora-chan, it must be very hard on you."

Gently holding her cheeks with her hands, she leaned against the half-open window frame, letting the breeze blow her. The pink-haired girl was worried about this childcare robot that did not have a formal license like the ones in the comics.

"Of course! And even though they seem to be of different types, they actually have a lot in common!" Xianjuan Gan seemed to be angry.

"Clumsy, hates studying, cowardly, lazy, okay physical fitness, not good at sports at all, careless, irresponsible, troublemaker..., spineless..., bad memory..., easily deceived..., gets carried away by success..., spoiled child..." Completely forgetting what he had muttered before, Xian Juangan twisted the smooth white ball as if counting on his fingers and began to count out the familiar character descriptions.

"You're clearly afraid of heights, using a bamboo 0 paint (eight) four instrument hissing (five/) dragonfly, and you can't even open your eyes, yet you insist on practicing every day! You should also be considerate of me! If someone really finds out, it will increase my workload!"

Chihaya Aine was a little dazed. The figure who was now complaining incessantly began to overlap with the dream she had once imagined.

——This child is loved. Chihaya Aine's heart was a little complicated, strange emotions were growing in her heart, and she was a little jealous. Obviously, this is the worst and lowest emotion.

She smiled happily. "That's great."

That smile was pure and warm, as sweet as honey and radiant as sunshine. Even though there was jealousy, Chihaya Aine was happy for her happiness. Being able to pray for the happiness of others and grieve for their misfortunes is something that is essential for human beings.

"What's good about it? What should I do if she leaves me? How will I live in the future..." Xian Juangan's words stopped abruptly. He accidentally went too far in his character setting.

"...That Dora-chan" Chihaya Aine was a little worried. She had read another patrol manga with the same world view and knew the setting.

"This child is not as special as the protagonists in those two comics..." Her eyelashes trembled slightly, reflecting a small amount of indoor light.

In the comics, the child who is envied by the whole world is not ordinary. His every move is the correct future of history.

And only these singularities are truly special.

"She is not..." Xianjuan Gan felt guilty and was thinking about how to explain it.

"...So I will always go back, maybe tomorrow, maybe in a month, I will always leave, and the memory of that child and my encounter will be erased."

"Though I'm sorry, Ms. Chihaya, I can't introduce her to you. That would draw your attention to the Time Patrol as well."

"And in history, she will meet you one day in the future. I can't change this course of history." Xian Juangan improvised a lie. After all, everyone will meet one or two people with similar descriptions in their life. If they don't, that's even better.

"That child, she will change, even if I am gone. She may get lost, and the result may still be imperfect and not go as she wished."

"Our time together was definitely not in vain. At least...she's doing her homework on her own now."

There was a sour feeling in her nose, and Chihaya Aine felt a little bitter in her heart.

"...You will keep moving forward even if you get lost... Hey, Dora-chan." She took a deep breath and tried to smile as usual.

"If Dora-chan is really gone one day, maybe one day, if I meet her, I will definitely recognize her at first sight." She seemed to be making a promise.

"Really?... Chihaya-san, I don't have anything to give you. If you can really help that child... this..."

Xianjuan Gan stroked the "fourth-dimensional pocket." Of course, it wasn't the real thing. It was just a fake space. It felt like a hand couldn't reach its head, a sense of dislocation in time and space. Inside was only the size of his own backpack, and that backpack's props were placed.

He checked the storage space of the sonic screwdrivers he carried to see if any of the memory-erasing programs were still usable.

While I was making up a lie, I was also calculating the storage space of the sonic screwdrivers. I figured out that the capacity of one of them could still be used for a memory wipe.

"I don't want anything," Chihaya Aine said firmly

Xian Juangan's hand holding the sonic screwdriver froze.

"Because, the existence of Dora-chan has already fulfilled my biggest childhood wish."

The moonlight fell behind Chihaya Aine, forming an indelible light gray shadow.

Chihaya Aine watched and said slowly

"Dora-chan's existence is telling me that our future will definitely be happy, right?" She showed her fangs.

Shamelessly, she pressed her face against the round body. The mimic body restored the softness she had imagined, and it was so warm.

“Our future world is so dazzling”

"Dora, the one who brings dreams, is the dream that we children longed for when we were young."

"Thank you for proving to me before I grew up that our dreams exist in this world. Everything will turn out well."

"A little bit of the unbelievable, a story that happens every day."