Life in Tokyo in another world transformed into Herrscher of the Sky

She had never wanted power so much.

Not only the desperate situation at this moment, but also the sense of powerlessness accumulated in my heart all the time, being with Qilin, but not being able to participate in her plan...

"In the first stage, superpowers have just been born. At this time, just a little water has been absorbed, and a self-barrier will be urgently formed in the hollow."

break the shell...

"This barrier is not only a wall that prevents the further advancement of superpowers, but also an eggshell that protects the self that has not been fully conceived."

Push your limits!

"If others forcibly break it, the self that has not been successfully conceived will completely dissolve into the ocean current that contains everything and become a vegetable."

name……

"Only by breaking from the inside out can a soul that is tough enough absorb strength in the ocean currents and maintain itself while swimming."

"name is……"

"Revelation!"

A mysterious and strange syllable came out of her mouth, and it was strange that she could understand the meaning of that word.

The wretched underworld man froze in place, holding the baseball bat high in his hand, but his muscles locked all his actions.

"clang."

The bat fell to the floor, and he stood there like a sinner listening to a revelation.

"Look, that's it!" The expression on the writer's face was as if he had just witnessed a chick hatching.

Hitomi Ando looked straight into the eyes of the yakuza man.

"You are guilty."

"Yes……"

A trace of madness peeled off his face, replaced by a sadness mingled with fear and despair.

"I'm guilty!!"

He burst into tears, and suddenly charged towards the cliff.

He is going to kill himself!

"Death does not atone for sin!"

Hitoko Ando's words made him stop.

"Death is just your personal escape, and the sins of the past will not be diminished."

He trembled, and slowly fell to his knees.

OTZ

To be honest, looking at his appearance, Qi Lin always felt that the words "Coach, I want to play basketball" would suddenly come out of that man's mouth.

"To do good, to atone, till the end of your days."

"Thank you for your teaching..."

"Made by a saint, her ability is named like this in the future." The writer said.

"It's a terrible ability to target sins and judge desires, and directly turn people into saint dolls who have no desires or desires. From now on, this man will be considered useless."

About the author: "However, I would like to say that this ability is really useful to deal with villains in batches. The transformation can be completed in an instant to allow them to return to society, and it will not hurt the individual's thinking ability. After being transformed, they will be very 'kind' and very obedient. ', allowing them to become cheap labor willingly."

"Like a neutered kitten or puppy~"

Qi Lin: "..."

This is indeed a very convenient ability.

Thinking about it carefully, this kind of spiritual castration is really a more terrifying punishment than the death penalty.

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Chapter 50 My imaginary number space is quite large

"Have you ever played a card-drawing game?" the writer asked.

Qilin nodded.

"Aren't human beings to us the same as the characters in those card-drawing games?" The writer is earnest and kind, without unreasonable kindness, and her actions must have her own purpose.

"We can make someone suddenly become extremely powerful and live forever, and we can also make those who think they are noble fall to the clouds in an instant."

"Heh." Qi Lin is not a fool, so naturally she won't believe all the writer's nonsense.

"Human society is our game, and it is a game that can be designed and modified at will. And those ordinary people are just NPCs that exist to amuse us." The writer said, this is also her truest view.

"But one day you will get tired of playing the game, and then you will find that we are always the only ones standing at the highest point in the world looking down on everything."

"What do you want to say?"

"You care too much about human beings, it's not right." The writer shook his head.

"Just like fish swimming in water and birds flying in the sky, everything has its own place. You are too close to human beings, which is not good for them, even if you have some kind of good intentions that you think."

"It's like the sun, too close to humans, it will only burn them to death."

"I'll see with my own eyes," Qilin replied, "to see the consequences of what I've done."

"You have to do everything to know right or wrong. Instead of watching you there like a senior, spouting nonsense with an inexplicable sense of superiority!"

"Calm down! Calm down." The writer pushed his hands.

"I'm not denying your hobbies, I also like to observe human beings."

"Standing on a high place, looking down at all beings, it's like watching a few nests of ants fighting. Occasionally reward some bread and sugar cubes, and pour a pot of boiling water down when you're in a bad mood."

"Looking down at their struggles. Although most of them are as meaningless as dying bugs twisting their bodies."

"But human beings are not bugs after all. There will always be something beyond the theoretical possibility. Unimaginable power bursts out from the human heart, dragging the stump to climb up again."

"At this time, we can choose to give them a hand, or step on these people a few more times."

"It's funny, isn't it?"

"We are different." Qilin shook her head.

"So I've come to talk to you, as you love to say - talking is more important than fighting, and the vast majority of disputes in the world are due to lack of talking."

"So you're here?" Qilin asked back.

"Yes, if you can mature as soon as possible, some of our future disputes can be completely avoided."

"Did you do it?"

"What did you say?" the writer asked knowingly. It may also be that he has done too many bad things and couldn't remember which one for a while.

"Greece, the thing about the Alliance of Gods." Qilin reminded her.

"Ah, yes." The writer nodded, "I arranged a ceremony to make a piece of material, and then the ceremony got out of control. Speaking of it, I have to thank you for helping me solve this matter. It was a great help."

"you……"

Qilin frowned: "Don't you feel guilty?"

"Are you guilty of killing invisible germs when you wash your hands with sanitizer?" the writer wonders.

"Sure enough, we are different."

Qilin looked around.

This place is in Tokyo. Although she doesn't like the style of this country very much, she can't make a move here at will. The aftermath of the fight between the two of them can easily destroy a city.

We have to find an opportunity to pull this person into the imaginary space.

"The world you once lived in must be very happy and beautiful." The writer asked.

"Why do you say that?" Qi Lin secretly retracted the space between herself and the writer.

"You are too idealistic, but the world is not black and white. Not everyone can accept your point of view, just like not all plants can withstand the scorching sun."

"Don't think too highly of humans."

"There will always be those who can adapt." Qilin raised her eyes, "then they will form a new civilization."

"Tougher, more beautiful, and more vigorous." She imitated the author's tone just now, and said in reverse, "Don't underestimate human beings."

"And what about the villains?"

"Cut it off, of course!"

"Everyone will want to do evil sometimes, right?" The writer tilted his head.

"Hehe, the idea that human nature is inherently evil is completely brainwashed by capitalism. I believe that with the help of systems, laws, and education, zero crime rates can be achieved."

"Even if there is no country in this world that can do it? Even if there is no civilization in the universe that can do it?"

"They can't do it doesn't mean I can't do it." Qi Lin was very confident.

"I really don't know where your confidence comes from..." The writer shook his head, "Forget it, to put it another way, you should like novels, animations and other literary works, right?"

"Yes." Qi Lin cursed in her heart, this bitch really understands herself.

"It is even possible to have all villains in a work, but there must be no villains, because if everyone is kind...there will be no disputes, and no stories will happen."

"I don't want to see such a scene, and I believe you are too."

"Don't you want to be the savior of the wicked too?" Qilin stared wide-eyed.

"Why, I just think it's more interesting this way."

Got it, this guy is just a simple fun guy.

"The world is so big, if a place is full of good people and there is no so-called story, then we can find a new planet, a new civilization, and a new world."

Qilin felt that she was a writer, but completely different.

Her expectation is that in a rich and beautiful utopian world, people with ideals will create stories based on self-fulfilling ideas like 'I want to write interesting stories'.

The good life comes first, and the story is just an accessory.

Writers are the exact opposite.

She is eager to use reality as a stage to perform all kinds of joys and sorrows. She is still the extreme group among the fun people.

It's parallel lines.

"You have always been like this, paranoid and arrogant." The writer shook his head, and it seemed that he finally gave up on this persuasion.

"It's better than a fun guy like you!"

Qi Lin, who had been prepared for a long time, suddenly became violent and appeared beside the writer.

"Among all the things you said, I think the most correct thing is that there will be disputes between us in the future!"

The purple gate of the imaginary number space seems to open a huge mouth!

The huge Honkai can flow to reality with the Herrscher core as the road, and the copied core is overloaded. In an instant, cracks even appeared due to the overclocking drive.

But never mind.

The surroundings have transformed into a purple space.

"My imaginary number space is quite large, welcome, you are its first guest!"

Qilin showed a hearty smile, and she was better at using physical reasoning for reasoning!

Anyway, let's talk about it first!

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Chapter 51 Hiss~It's Scary

"I knew it would be like this..."

In the imaginary number space, the writer raised his forehead helplessly.