Tokyo Trickster

Am I really a "ruling god"? What do I rule over? Yaldabait fell into a long period of contemplation.

Meanwhile, the Velvet Room.

Amamiya Ren looked at the hole on the floor, turned silently, and looked at the two girls with dull expressions like dolls.

Igor's original words were: "Mr. Amemiya, it was indeed my fault for inviting you to the Velvet Room so late at night. As an apology... I will give you these two girls."

So it can be understood that now Amamiya Ren has regained the identity of the owner of the Velvet Room.

Don't ask why the owner of the room is Amamiya Ren instead of Igor. When Amamiya Ren signed the contract with Philemon, the title was "Master of the Velvet Room".

"Carolina." Amamiya Ren clapped her hands.

The girl with a fierce tone and an impatient personality approached silently, and then, under the guidance of Amamiya Ren, squatted in his arms and rested her smooth chin on his palm.

"So good," Amamiya Ren took off the hat of the prison guard's uniform and scratched the back of her head as if she was stroking a tamed vicious dog.

"Then next, regain consciousness," he ordered.

Carolina's hollow and dull eyes suddenly sparkled with brilliance. She bit Amamiya Ren's palm, but this was a first-generation vampire of the highest standard, and the bite she did her best didn't even leave a mark. "You are such an impolite person who offends women!"

"I'm your boss," Amamiya Ren snapped his fingers, and the contract between him and Philemon turned into a piece of paper and fell into Carolina's arms.

"You!" She opened her mouth, but could not utter any words of reproach.

Amamiya Lian stroked her head, feeling the softness and smoothness of her hair. "She's like a pet dog that has just been sent to its owner's home."

"......" Carolina gritted her teeth.

"Scream?"

"......Woof!" Carolina trembled all over. She didn't expect that she would obey such an order. This was definitely not because of Amamiya Ren's power as the master of the Velvet Room, but because her body, personality, and soul were subconsciously responding to his words and actions, and reflected a strong joy.

Amamiya Ren's expression was a little strange, "Do you know me?"

"No, I don't recognize it!" Carolina said word by word.

"Oh."

"who do you think You Are?"

"But I know you."

Carolina was trembling all over. She didn't know whether it was because of anger or... She didn't dare to admit that she would feel shy or have a heartbeat of love at first sight because of a man she met for the first time.

It was inexplicable. It was completely inexplicable. Carolina was very angry at her own disgraceful performance. She couldn't even scold him. Every thought of treating Amamiya Ren harshly was resisted by this body and even the depths of her soul.

"You rascal! Lecher!" She shouted with all her might, tears welling up in her eyes. Perhaps her psychological defenses finally broke down, and she even summoned her personality mask.

"Ristina," the Phantom Thief waved his hand calmly, "Hold her down."

The quiet girl pressed her sister's shoulders, not using much strength, but Carolina stopped and glared at Amamiya Ren with her tearful amber eyes.

"Give me a hug?" Amamiya Ren opened her arms.

The world-weary smile is like a big skirt, just like an umbrella and ride on it.

The girl who was still not released from control pushed her sister and fell into Amamiya Lian's arms, and Carolina was limp and let her do whatever she wanted. It was not until Amamiya Lian snapped her fingers that Christina woke up from her dream, trembling a few times as if frightened, and mist slowly filled her clear eyes.

Amamiya Ren looked at Chronos who was standing at the door of the Velvet Room, "You helped me fix their perception of this room."

[Chronos] Without any reply, K just pointed at Judas's broken arm in the corner of the room, and then pointed at Amamiya Ren.

"Cut it." Amamiya Ren affirmed.

So the old man swung the sickle and cut off Judas's broken arm. The pale mist lingered on the blade, but with a loud bang, it pierced towards Amamiya Ren's forehead.

Chronos disappeared.

Ren Amamiya held the two young assistants in her arms. The entire velvet room was losing its luxurious interior. Countless clocks of different sizes, curved or elongated, had their hands swinging at high speed. Carolina and Christina blushed as they watched the interactions between "Lavenda" and Ren Amamiya, and even some... fragrant dessert-making teachings.

"Oh...Oh!!!" Carolina's eyes widened and her breathing became rapid.

"Ah..." Christina looked at Lavenda's bold behavior and silently covered her eyes. She was very shy, but she continued to watch with her fingers leaving a gap.

Those scenes quickly sank into the depths of their personalities, piecing together a complete memory.

The emotions and love from the original body completely emerged at this moment.

"Do you still want to scold me?" Amamiya Ren poked Carolina's face.

Carolina said nothing, but hugged Amamiya Ren's neck, threw him to the ground, and bit his lips.

Christina's face was flushed and her eyes were hazy with drunkenness. She supported Amamiya Ren's chest with her small hands. She slowly leaned down with trembling hands, moved close to his profile, and stretched out her light pink tongue to gently lick the corner of his mouth.

In the past, in the Velvet Room, late at night, when Ren Amamiya was doing exercises in her exercise book, Lavenda always liked to make two cream puffs and brew a cup of hot coffee and bring it to the table.

The puffs were given to Ren Amamiya and Lavenda one each.

There was no Lavenda in the Velvet Room now, and the two cream puffs were his alone.

Unwrap the soft and sweet cream dough, and the pure white cream will overflow.

They rush into the diner's mouth, stimulating his taste buds, awakening his desire for delicious food, alleviating hunger and making up for the shame of restraining biological instincts.

Unlike in the past, the trickster used to always feel a little tired because the cream cake was so filling and delicious.

The Trickster now possesses the teeth and digestive power of a vampire, and can easily handle two thick cream puffs at the same time.

He quickly ate up the two puffs whose wrappers had never been opened.

Leaving the kitchen in a mess.

What a greedy chef. Ristina held Amamiya Ren's head, letting him rest on her smooth and delicately curved belly, and gently stroked his cheek.

Carolina leaned in Amemiya Ren's arms, holding Christina's other hand, humming as she savored the joy of cooking desserts.

The chef likes the puffs to have a sweet and sour taste, so he adds pink strawberry jam to them.

Maybe because they squeezed too much, it mixed with the cream and spilled on the ground, which was a soul-stirring temptation.

17-year-old Ace: 192. I quit reading OO comics (two in one)

192. That day, I quit reading OO comics

In Naoetsu's memory space, Araragi Koyomi is in a life-and-death crisis.

He looked at the terrifying-looking hound lying in front of the ruins, feeling extremely complicated.

I've had enough. He thought, first he was inexplicably taken to the "school", saw his classmates being chased by monsters, and just a few minutes after he walked out of the classroom, the teaching building collapsed.

Then he was involved in a series of superpower battles that could only appear in comics or movies.

Meeting his best friend from junior high school again, he is no longer suffering from Chuunibyou. All the puberty fantasies of being a "Phantom Thief" or "Stand-in" that he had boasted about during his adolescence have become reality. Amamiya Ren even beats up the man suspected of being the mastermind in various ways.

Araragi Koyomi's emotions went up and down, and finally settled into a state of relief. Great, it's Amamiya Ren, we are saved.

This fiery emotion continued until a Tindalos hound stood in front of him, and then it suddenly dropped to freezing point.

He felt a little numb all over.

He shuddered at the instinctive panic that came from facing a predator.

Hanekawa-san and Senjougahara-san... should have been rescued by Amemiya's friends.

Araragi Koyomi's breathing became more and more rapid. He stared at the monster that kept changing its shape. His heartbeat was so fast that it was about to jump out of his chest. There were noises in front of his eyes. His body temperature and the power of movement were being drained away from his body. It was really strange. This should be the "Hound of Tindalos" described in "Cthulhu Mythos". He did not feel indescribable horror, but just a kind of physical and psychological fear. He was not afraid of the monster itself, but his own impending death or eternal sleep.

There was no way to escape. He was buried by the ruins of the teaching building, and happened to survive in a solid and safe space, but it was also destined that he would not be able to push those heavy concrete slabs to escape.

The hounds were getting closer.

What a ridiculous fate. Araragi Koyomi leaned his head against the tiled wall behind him. The cold touch spread along the back of his neck and made his breathing stagnate slightly.

It is really hard to accept this high school student who is about to transfer to a school in Tokyo. He has given up a lot of things, studied hard for several years, and even the number of times he cares about his sister has obviously decreased... This year, he has taught himself the courses of the same grade in Tokyo high schools, and has also negotiated with his parents about renting a house, but now all of it is going to go down the drain.

I haven't said goodbye to my parents and sisters yet. Araragi Koyomi thought that if Tsukihi and Karen knew the news, they would surely cry until they were speechless.

I'm an incompetent brother...

If only I could survive.

Reality is such a cruel concept. Tragedies often happen in unpredictable accidents.

It's time to accept my fate. Araragi Koyomi watched as the hounds tore through the rubble with ease, approaching step by step.

After all, I am just an ordinary high school student. I have held on until now without crying. Even if I am in hell, I will be praised by the ghosts. "What does death feel like..." He did not feel the hound's breath, nor did he feel the drooling or claws and teeth that he imagined. Perhaps it was because the hound was not a real dog.

If it could take a few more bites of my corpse, maybe it could buy some time for the survivors outside... Araragi Koyomi closed his eyes and trembled as he waved his fist forward.

Araragi Koyomi, overwhelmed by fear and unwillingness, thought he was probably dead. His body was tense, his muscles were tense, his knuckles were clenched and white, and his eyeballs were swollen and bloodshot.

A few more seconds passed.

Am I still alive? He opened his eyes and saw the ruins of the school building. Hell did not exist.

Perhaps, the world is hell.

Crunch, crunch, the creepy sound of chewing bones and flesh.

Araragi Koyomi looked silently at the scene happening on the playground through the hole torn open by the hound in front of him.

That was the blond boy, who was being besieged and bitten by three hounds. A raging fire was burning on the ground. Whenever the flaming chain turned the hounds into ashes, they would immediately appear beside Sakamoto Ryuji and attack again in their full strength.

You can hear Ryuji Sakamoto roaring in anger and pain. It doesn't sound like it's because of physical pain, but rather some kind of sorrow that comes from the heart.

The Hound of Tindalos did not choose to let Araragi Koyomi go, but because a more "tempting" prey appeared than him.

He was lucky enough to survive again, temporarily, in a miserable and sad state.

There were five hounds in total, but where were the others? Araragi Koyomi staggered out of the hole and stood on the track in the playground.

Two hounds with compound eyes blooming all over their bodies were gnawing on the bodies of the boy and the girl.

Hanekawa-san, Senjougahara-san, and this boy whose name is unknown for now.

Araragi Koyomi's knees felt weak and he almost collapsed to the ground. The courage he had finally mustered seemed to be completely gone.

The hound just glanced at him and stopped paying attention. There was a sound of blood splattering, and Araragi Koyomi's ankle disappeared, leaving behind a bite-like fracture. This was a mark to prevent the food from escaping.

The air he breathed into his lungs seemed to freeze, and then a shrill scream echoed in the empty playground.

Feeling helpless all the time almost drove Araragi Koyomi crazy.

Her consciousness became blurred due to the massive blood loss, but Hanekawa Tsubasa seemed to still be breathing. She whimpered faintly, and a strong smell of blood was carried in the cold wind.

The winter in Naoetsu is really cold.

A little further away at the school gate, a fierce battle seemed to still be breaking out, and the sound of collapsing buildings could be heard everywhere.

What a shitty fate.

Araragi Koyomi felt as if he was being pinned down by a huge rock. He had lost control of his body and was about to be crushed to pieces, rolling down the hill, falling off a cliff, and falling into a bottomless hell.

He hated the mastermind who destroyed this life, hated those hounds, and hated himself for being weak and incompetent.

His life was like climbing a mountain, always lingering at the foot of the mountain, getting used to the dimness where the sun could not reach, and being numb to the sarcasm of explorers, because this was also a kind of freedom and unrestrained ease. Finally one day, a breathless boy stepped into the shade of the trees carefully selected by Araragi Koyomi at dawn, lay on the soft green grass, and handed him a kiwi with some morning dew on it, "Would you like to try it?"

In reality, Amamiya Ren did say so, and then placed a very luxurious lunch box in front of him. That was the first time Araragi Koyomi and Amamiya Ren met, on the stairs of the corridor at noon, dimly lit by the lights.

Araragi Koyomi always eats his lunch box alone in a deserted corner. He is like a stone that can be seen everywhere on the roadside in Naoetsu Private High School.

One day, his sisters were busy and his parents were not at home, so he was hungry and opened his empty wallet. He regretted buying too many game cartridges. He sighed and took out his mobile phone to look for spiritual food on those commercial websites where he had registered for annual membership fees.

The neatly dressed boy with a bright smile on his face looked very modern and was not from the same world as Araragi Koyomi. But he did carry his lunch box, walked up the stairs step by step, and shared his lunch with Araragi Koyomi.

If Araragi Koyomi at that time was compared to a "stone that can be found everywhere on the roadside", then Amamiya Ren was a "sparkling gem that fell on the muddy ground". The gem shared its brilliance with a mediocre stone.

Araragi Koyomi had a very clear understanding of his past self, which he wrote clearly in his diary: I was an ordinary middle school student who was a little smart, but preferred erotic comics to studying, had a pretentious "righteousness" and a "hypocrisy" that sometimes even made me feel disgusted, and was actually full of selfishness.

I didn't expect that even someone as mediocre as me could be understood by others.

Amamiya Ren truly understood the "freedom" of his choice and did not try to persuade him, but instead showed an eager attitude to try.

Araragi Koji had never encountered such a person in his previous life, and he might never meet such a person in his future life.

He was probably grateful to Amamiya Ren, a peer who looked very stylish and made him understand for the first time what it felt like to have a close friend who could immediately see through his true thoughts and give him practical and appropriate feedback even if he pretended to be a social scum and spoke nonsense.

This is not a "soulmate", but an experience that is close to "redemption".

Wandering in the shade of the trees at the foot of the mountain, Araragi Koyomi began to yearn for the view at the top of the mountain.

It wasn't that he had the will to make progress. He just wanted to personally experience the position that Amamiya Ren had once stood in.

After several years of hard work, Araragi Koyomi finally reached the halfway point of the mountain. Just as he was about to move higher, a huge rock fell from the sky and hit him. He was sweating profusely and exhausted.

It was like fate was mocking his efforts.

Araragi Koyomi, who is about to be hit by a huge rock and fall off a cliff, looks back at the sweat he has shed while climbing mountains in the past few years, the hardships and struggles along the way, and recalls his original intention.