A comic book, but a librarian

Uesugi Cheng didn't care about that. It didn't matter what Yoshihide was like, because he didn't refer to the original work for Yoshihide's image...

Blazing Sun and Dayforge cannot be combined, but Sunset Celia and Swan King can.

In the world of Noon, the two lovers had once combined in other guises and even switched genders. Then, in order to complete one of their plans, the Forge of Daylight personally split Jiaoyang to death in her forging field. Uesugi Sumiko had never met Yoshihide and Akutagawa Ryunosuke, and it was unknown what the author thought of the characters he created.

But he had seen the Daytime Forge, and what he was describing at the moment was that Ryoshu witnessed the death of his daughter, but that was not the case. The secret hidden in it would not be understood by anyone else in this world, so he could describe it here without restraint.

Then came the blazing flames, which illuminated Yoshihide, the servants and passers-by who were watching, and even the daimyo who had given the order. Passers-by were whispering, and the servants seemed unable to bear to watch. The daimyo looked at the burning carriage and at Yoshihide's daughter whose heart was burned by the flames inside it, without any sadness or joy, as if it had nothing to do with him.

If it were just that, Sugino Jiro would only praise Uesugi Sumiya's excellent painting skills. However, after describing this scene, he looked at the canvas in front of Uesugi Sumiya in confusion. There was obviously a lot of empty space on the entire canvas, and there was still a large blank space in the center of the picture, as if it was reserved for the burning carriage. He didn't understand why Uesugi Sumiya didn't draw Yoshihide's daughter when he had already drawn the flames.

But he couldn't make any sound, he just had to watch... Now, he just had to watch how the painting was created by Uesugi Cheng's hands.

"Hey, what on earth are you talking about..."

An hour after those phone calls were made, an old man with white hair walked into the studio. He looked very rude. Just when he was about to ask who was on the stage, he looked up and saw the painting. He opened his mouth wide, but couldn't utter the rest of the sentence. He just stared blankly at the painting and the boy who was painting.

"Almost there... Yes, that's it, that's right, kid!! This is how the painting should look!!"

Uesugi Cheng looked at the 'Ryoshu' that was formed by his inner obsession. He was evaluating every stroke of Uesugi Cheng's painting in the purest manner, sometimes laughing, sometimes crying. The reality and the scenes in the painting gradually began to blur. Uesugi Cheng found that he finally began to understand everything he could master about this skill, but it was at this time that he realized what it meant to learn without end.

[Sight and Perception Lv.9]: To mix the rarest colors, one must be inhumane and detached. (10 Dome 9 Winter)

"Yes, it is fear. They should be afraid."

Uesugi Sumiko cast [Memory: Fear] on the passers-by. The fear of fire and death on their faces became vivid, and he even thought he heard crying.

The application of colors shows fear, even though he did not let the people in the painting show any fearful expression from beginning to end.

"The human world has been painted... Now it should be hell."

Uesugi Sumiya just wanted to raise his hand, but found that his hand seemed to be shaking slightly. It was at this moment that he realized that five or six hours had passed, and the people below had been watching him paint for five or six hours. Uesugi Sumiya also found that many of the people who appeared in the studio were people he didn't recognize. Some of them looked to be in their thirties, but some seemed to be college students.

“We’re all here.”

His soul was almost completely exhausted. Uesugi Cheng should be so tired that he couldn't even lift his hands, but he found that he didn't feel that way at all. He could still paint. He had to paint. This painting had to be completed, no matter the cost.

So he picked up the paintbrush again, dipped it in paint again, and began to paint the most important scene of "Hell Transformation".

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"Isn't it over yet?"

Shocked, more and more people entered the studio. In addition to Sugino Jiro and the students he called over, there were also his 'old friends' and their students who were deceived by him. Almost everyone was repeating the first person's performance, confusion, shock, numbness, expectation and even fanaticism. They all couldn't wait to see the finished product, wanting to see what kind of work this amazing genius would draw in the end.

When they saw Uesugi Cheng put down his brush, they almost breathed a sigh of relief. It was finally over. The impact of the genius on them was finally over. The painting that was bound to go down in history was finally finished. The next step was...

Then they were stunned. Uesugi Cheng picked up the paintbrush again. Uesugi Cheng, who was exhausted and had bloodshot eyes, picked up the paintbrush again. What else did he want to paint? Was he not satisfied? Wasn't such a painting enough to satisfy him?

Only Sugino Jiro saw it. Sugino Jiro, who witnessed Uesugi Sumiko's painting from the very beginning, saw that the crazy painter was merging into one with the boy in front of him.

"That's it, that's it!! How can this stop you? How can this stop an immortal? You are destined to be broken first and then recast. This is your fate! Let yourself burn."

Yoshihide... No, that was no longer Yoshihide. His figure was enveloped in flames and gradually became sacred. He silently watched the young man who was painting in front of him, then looked at the content of the painting, seemed to frown, but then shook his head in relief, threw a spark into Uesugi Sumika's spirit, and then disappeared.

207

Chapter 207 Re-drawing - "Hell Transformation" (Part 2)

Yotsuya Miko couldn't understand what she saw. She saw a beam of golden flame, which seemed to be about to burn everything to ashes and fall on Uesugi Sumiko's body. The bursting flames made her subconsciously close her eyes. When she came to her senses, she was already in tears. The young man on the stage was like a ball of twisted flame, burning himself wantonly.

"He has clearly finished painting that scene, but only half of the painting is left. What is he going to paint in the remaining half?"

Hikigaya Hachiman noticed the large blank areas on the drawing paper. Uesugi Sumiya would never arrange useless things. If he handled the picture in this way, it could only mean that in addition to the fire that caused Yoshihide to collapse, there were still things that had not been shown on the drawing paper. Compared to those painters who had been shocked to the point of losing the ability to think, Hikigaya Hachiman started to use his brain and began to think.

"Wait... why? Why is the drawing paper in front of Yoshihide... empty?"

Hikigaya Hachiman was stunned. In the original novel, Yoshihide watched his daughter being burned to death in the car, but he still calmly completed the screen painting called "Hell Transformation" and hanged himself the next day. But now, in Uesugi Sumiko's painting, the canvas in front of Yoshihide was empty. Why didn't he paint it...

Hikigaya Hachiman fell silent again. He finally realized why it was "Hell Transformation" and why Yoshihide's canvas was empty.

In a sea of ​​fire that looked like hell, Sugino Jiro looked at an old man who seemed older than him. He suddenly felt extremely strange that he had seen a non-existent person through a painting. He even asked himself questions.

"Have you ever seen... Hell? Can you draw it for me?"

The madman holding the paintbrush had tears of blood in his eyes, but his tone was extremely indifferent, as if he was interrogating Sugino Jiro himself.

"Can you draw... the hell in your mind?"

"Isn't hell already...on paper?"

In response to Yoshihide's question, Sugino Jiro just gave a wry smile. He raised his hand and pointed at Uesugi Sumiya's painting.

In the painting, the fire is so blazing that it is even brighter than the sun in the sky, making it hard for people to open their eyes. The people illuminated by the fire are no longer human beings, but hideous and terrifying evil spirits.

Servants, the Grand Duke, guards, even trees, flowers, birds, cats and dogs... All the people and objects in the picture were illuminated by the fire like devils from hell, staring at the flames and at Liangxiu who picked up the paintbrush, as if they wanted to skin the old, crazy but determined painter alive and eat him up. On the outskirts of the purgatory on earth, it was even more terrifying... The real hell, where countless devils and humans were staring at the center of the picture, at the burning carriage that had not yet been painted and the beautiful girl who was about to die in the flames.

Yotsuya Miko felt that the flag she was carrying seemed to be shaking. She came back to her senses from the horrible hell, only to find that the two 'soldiers' beside her were no longer under her control and command. They crawled out from the flag and walked forward firmly. Flames burned on their bodies. They opened their arms as if they wanted to embrace something, and then they turned into a charred skeleton in the flames, and then turned into ashes.

However, this was not what made Yotsuya Miko terrified. What terrified her was that the two dead ghosts actually appeared intact in the painting, becoming the two guards of the Grand Duke.

It was at this moment that the painting finally showed its fangs, as if the already mad Uesugi Sumiya still had no intention of stopping painting. One evil ghost after another was born from his hands. Hundreds of ghosts were burned by the fierce flames of hell, howling in pain, and looking at the human in the center of the picture with resentful eyes.

She turned around and saw that many wandering spirits had actually walked through the wall. As if they were lured and summoned, they approached the painting that was being completed like moths to a flame, and burned themselves to become part of the painting.

“…Is this what they call a painting that you have to complete even at the cost of your soul?”

Baoyue Yexiao rarely showed such a helpless expression. She hugged the doll in her hand tightly. She could even feel that the evil spirit she brought seemed to want to become a part of the painting, under Uesugi Cheng's brush that had already confused fiction and reality.

Next to her, Huandeng He Ying Duolang was trembling. He couldn't understand why someone would describe hell so... vividly, as if it really existed.

"Hidaro, we have to stop people from approaching that painting, otherwise their fate will probably be no better than those spirits."

Bao Yue Ye Xiao looked around and found that there was almost no one who could remain rational. Even she could feel the temperature of her body rising as if a fire might appear at any time. The mere existence of that painting and its mere appearance in the eyes of those with spiritual power would cause the burning of spiritual power.

“What, what, what…what should we do? Can we really stop this? It looks like something bad is about to be born from that painting!”

Baoyue Yexiao was stunned for a moment. Even she didn't notice the changes in the painting, but Ying Duolang actually felt that the painting was gestating something.

They were unable to stop Uesugi Sumiko who was immersed in his own world. He had completely lost his mind. As long as Baoyue Yexiao got close to his body, flames would begin to ignite. If it got closer, it was not impossible for it to burn directly.

"No, we won't do anything... Brother Uesugi is probably already prepared, otherwise he wouldn't let this happen. If we rush over rashly, something worse might happen."

Baoyue Yexiao finally chose to believe Uesugi Cheng. She had already felt that a "graduate" or even something more powerful might be born in that painting.

Then she saw a soft pink light shining up and wrapping up the painting. It was hard for her to tell whether it was protection or a seal, but in short, the pigment used by Uesugi Cheng in the painting seemed to have some special ability, preventing it from being stained with human blood as soon as it was born.

"Ahem...it's not over yet."

For some reason, Uesugi Cheng's figure looks like a hunchbacked old man, as if his soul is really poured into this painting.

Everyone held their breath at this moment. Finally, only the last blank space was left in the painting in front of Uesugi Cheng. The source of all the fire was the carriage that was set on fire by the Grand Duke and Yoshihide's daughter sitting in it.

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Chapter 208 Re-drawing - "Hell Transformation" (End)

Baoyue Yexiao felt that he should call the hospital for an ambulance at this moment. Uesugi Cheng, who was standing on the stage, looked as if he was rapidly aging. His body and soul were rapidly weakening, and soon he looked as if he was about to die.

As more and more spirits were ignited and became part of the painting, the beings in the painting became more and more lifelike, as if they would walk out of the canvas in the next second. However, this was no longer the focus of everyone present. Unknowingly, the chairs below were almost full. Some visitors even stood against the wall, not daring to take their eyes off the painting for fear of missing any details.

Uesugi Cheng sighed. He also felt like he was about to run out of energy. When was the last time he felt like this?

He looked at the almost finished painting in front of him, and felt a sense of satisfaction. But the next moment, he began to worry again. The painting had come to the last step, which was to add the face of the heroine, the girl who was burned to death...

But at this point, he didn't know how to describe this beautiful girl. His original idea was to paint Himegami Sakura's face, which would be enough to let the viewers understand why the big guild wanted to occupy this girl. But then he thought, painting a doll buried in a fire might be a curse for her, so he gave up this idea.

As he was thinking, the last stroke was applied to the girl's face. It was a cluster of fire, just the right cluster of fire to cover the girl's face. People would never know how amazing the appearance of Liangxiu's daughter was. Everything was buried in the orange flame.

"Well...everyone, this is the end. Thank you very much for coming here to watch an underage student complete the things in his brain..."

Uesugi Cheng turned around and bowed deeply to the audience, but before he could finish his words, he felt everything in his sight began to spin. He then realized that his body seemed to have reached its limit, or it was a miracle that his soul and body could hold out until now under such intensity.

Every stroke of this painting was drawn with the power of his soul. The painting covers an entire wall. Uesugi Cheng originally thought that it would take him several days to complete the work, but now he has finished it in one go. However, his health does not seem to be that good.

Before he completely fainted, he heard the audience finally getting noisy, as if someone was calling for an ambulance, and someone else was chattering about something. He had no time to pay attention to them. Uesugi Cheng now just felt satisfied. Those inspirations and the desire to create calmed down along with his fatigue. He had completely mastered all the knowledge of [Scenery and Perception] left by his predecessors. Every step forward from now on would depend on him.

"Go call a doctor!!!"

Someone shouted, and a group of people hurriedly supported Uesugi Cheng who was about to fall. Facing this true genius, everyone had only one thought: he could not make any mistakes.

"Really... I have to admire you. It's more than just admiration. You are someone I can only look up to. If I could paint just one picture like that, I would be willing to die right here."

Hikigaya Hachiman turned around at this time and found that there were more than a dozen old men behind him. Each of them seemed to have a profound background. The younger ones seemed to be college students from famous universities, and there were even many famous artists. However, at this moment, they only had admiration in their eyes for the painting drawn by Uesugi Sumika, and even a fanatical feeling like worship.

"Wait, Sugino, you old bastard... isn't he planning to choose you as his mentor?"

One of the art professors suddenly reacted and started cursing. It turned out that the old man didn't ask them to come here to appreciate the painting at all. He obviously came here to show off what kind of treasure he had picked up. Soon the group of people began to argue. Although it sounded intense, Hikigaya Hachiman knew that they just wanted to get rid of the influence of the painting as quickly as possible.

After all...Hikigaya Hachiman wiped his sleeves, he felt a burning pain on his skin and he suspected that his body had already shown a partial burn reaction, without any contact with open flames or high temperatures. Yotsuya Miko next to him closed her eyes, but the two tear marks at the corners of her eyes showed that she definitely watched it carefully, but they really had no chance to intervene.

After a long time, Yotsuya Miko reluctantly opened her eyes. She looked at the completed painting. Something had already been born in the painting. Although because of the pink pigment used by Uesugi Sumiko in the painting, the other party did not seem to have any intention of leaving the painting, but Yotsuya Miko knew that if someone wanted to touch or move the painting casually, they would probably suffer a lot.

Turning on their phones, they found that it was already past midnight. Fatigue and hunger filled the hearts of everyone present. As the talented painter was taken to the hospital by ambulance, the rest of the people slowly left. Many of them had dropped their work and rushed over after receiving the news, but no one complained. At most, they just wanted to know the name of the talented young man on the stage, where he was studying now, and whether he was interested in working with them.

[《Hell Transformation》]: Perhaps the secret history has already been integrated into it, perhaps hell has already been displayed here, and the obsession is fulfilled here. (5 blades 5 castings)

Baoyue Yexiao had a bitter face. The evil spirit in the doll she brought could not escape the clutches of the painting. It was lured by Uesugi Cheng when he was painting animals and became a part of the painting. She could only marvel at Uesugi Cheng's horror, and then she became more determined to take Uesugi Cheng as a bodyguard for her next action.

"Come to think of it, if I were a writer I would be extremely jealous."

Sugino Jiro suddenly spoke, and everyone was stunned. If he said that he was jealous, they would understand, but why would a writer be jealous?

"Ha, isn't it? You are so jealous of Akutagawa Ryunosuke. Why can you have such a great person to draw for your work? No matter which writer it is, if they see that this painting was drawn for that novel, they will be jealous to death."

Jiro Sugino walked to the table where the paints were placed and carefully picked up the old copy of "Hell Transformation". A group of people suddenly laughed in relief. Yes, they no longer had the energy to feel jealous.

——On the morning of the third day after the end——

"Ah, another sunny morning."

Uesugi Cheng opened his eyes and woke up from his dream.

209

Chapter 209 is about the fact that I included my immediate boss in my work.

It was a beautiful morning, but not so beautiful for Uesugi Cheng. He felt as if his whole body had been thrown into a washing machine and washed for three days. He couldn't even lift his fingers, as if he was about to fall apart.

He struggled to open his eyes and thought about what he had done. He did not feel the satisfaction of completing a great work, nor the lingering joy after venting his inspiration and desires. Instead, he only felt fear.

What remained in his mind was, 'I actually revealed all the little things about my immediate boss and her old lover in the painting?'

Of course, the people in this world would not understand the history of the two most powerful Si Chen in Mansu implied in his painting "Hell Transformation". However, if it were placed in the world of Noon, he might be sent to the forging ground in two days to personally taste the hammer of the forge.

Although the two Si Chen did not go out of their way to hide the matter of Sunset Celia and the Swan King, but considering the ending where Jiaoyang was split apart and died by the Hundred Days Furnace and the secret that no one knew except the parties involved, he felt that he was just forced by the Furnace to finish the painting in one go as a prank and ended up half-dead, which was already a mercy from the old lady.

"Finally you woke up. I thought you were going to continue sleeping, but you really made a scene this time."

Someone pushed open the door, and Uesugi Cheng barely moved his neck. The strength in his body and soul had been almost drained by the painting, and it would probably take some time to recover, so now even the most ordinary movements required him to put in a lot of effort.

The person who walked in was his eldest brother. Judging from the dark circles around his eyes, his eldest brother probably didn't get a good night's sleep in the past few days. Of course, it is also possible that he has never had a good night's sleep. However, all this has nothing to do with Uesugi Cheng. Now, after completing the painting, he has fallen into a feeling of emptiness and just wants to have a good rest and not care about anything else.

"If you didn't know, you might have thought you hadn't eaten for more than ten days, and that you were a survivor rescued from a disaster area. When the doctor saw your physical condition, he didn't know what to say... Fortunately, you are still alive, otherwise, maybe there would be another genius painter in history books with only one painting passed down to the world."

Uesugi Nobuyuki seemed to be saying these words half-jokingly. Although Uesugi Cheng was at the center of the storm sweeping the art world these days, he was sleeping very soundly.

On the contrary, he, as the elder brother, was almost too tired to speak. There were simply too many people present at the time, and most of them were not simple characters. It would be much more difficult to handle this matter than in the past.

"It's okay... I'm not dead."

Uesugi Cheng just uttered this sentence in the end: the almost completely exhausted soul still needs time to repair, and the body also needs enough time to heal.

"Yeah, at least I'm not dead..."

Uesugi Nobuyuki was silent for a while, looking at his brother lying on the bed, looking like he was about to fall asleep again in the next second.

"By the way, you have to deal with your painting yourself. No one can get close to it... You should understand what I mean. That painting doesn't allow anyone to get close to it. I guess only you can clean it up."

Uesugi Nobuyuki had a headache when talking about this. If it weren't for the help provided by the Metropolitan Police Department's department called the Police History Compilation Office, at least the horrific scene of the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons would have been avoided. He would probably have to consider how to compensate all the people near the studio.

"I see……"

Uesugi Cheng's first reaction was to burn it. He didn't think it would be a good thing for him to keep such an arrangement of his immediate boss's work. Moreover, his immediate boss had already given him a small warning that it was time to stop, otherwise it might really be sent to the foundry for recast next time.

But on second thought, Uesugi Cheng suddenly felt that he had already been punished, so why not keep the painting? Both the materials and the painting itself were his hard work, and he was very reluctant to burn them. If he ended up with nothing left, it would be a waste of his trip to the hospital.

"Oh, by the way, I have one more thing to congratulate you on. Most of the people who come to see your paintings are well-known figures in the art world. Their only comment on you right now is when will you officially debut? They can't wait to see the genius shine on the stage. There will be a lot of people coming to visit you in the future, so be prepared."

After saying this, Uesugi Shin turned around and left without paying any attention to Uesugi Sumiya's puzzled expression. He wished he could lie on the bed and have a good sleep right now. His brother's future path did not require him to interfere, so his exchanges with those people in the art world these days were only superficial.

Uesugi Cheng looked at the glucose hanging beside his bed, and finally managed to prop up his body, picked up the cup of water on the bedside, and drank a sip of water to heal his almost cracked throat.