Tokyo Trickster

The school bell rang in the deepening autumn atmosphere. The high school students who had finished their club activities walked together on the narrow path outside the campus. A dozen black power lines passed straight above their heads, like sewing threads passing through orange silk, cutting the smooth and light satin into thin pieces. This school is surrounded by high-rise buildings, which sometimes reminds people of the ancient well next to the vermilion torii in the shrine. Every inch of the stone brick is a dark color soaked in water, and there are mosses growing in countless fine cracks. Then the autumn sunset slowly fell with bright red leaves, falling on the quiet water.

Then the ripples disappeared, and Joker disappeared into an alley outside the school without attracting anyone's attention.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he heard the sound of chains stretching.

The chains hit the ground and were pulled up again, making a crisp sound. The sound became more and more frequent and more and more manic, as if countless giant pythons were rolling in pain on the ground, and they gathered together to form a deafening torrent.

Joker slowly opened his eyes.

The phone fell to the ground a little distance in front of him, and he had already opened the strange navigation APP software.

"Is Kamoshida's maze a place like this?" He looked at the boy who picked up the phone with a smile.

Amamiya Ren looked at this "self" who had changed into a suit and clown makeup with indifference, "So far, you have done very well. If it were me, I would definitely not be able to use the curse at the most appropriate time, or even fundamentally solve the problem of school violence."

The passionate 1v13 fight on the rooftop of the teaching building was too exaggerated for these high school students who considered themselves ordinary.

Amamiya Ren took advantage of Joker's ability to act and insight, and used him to help herself escape from the malice and pressure from the public.

The price was obvious. Amamiya Ren now felt as if every part of her body was pierced by a branding iron. It hurt so much that she even had difficulty breathing. The exhaustion surged up, and she just wanted to fall asleep. Many muscles were torn, and she didn't know how this madman could still happily prepare to explore Kamoshida's spiritual palace.

A blood-red pop-up window appeared on the brand new phone.

......

[Current navigation: Kamoshida's spiritual palace. ]

[Distance: (expired)]

[Please go to ****** (expired)]

......

Time goes back 24 hours.

Show all the colleges and universities. Atrium.

The boy in school uniform squatted in the corner and accepted the beating in a very embarrassed manner. He wondered if these people would not step on his glasses and break them. Then, his brain crashed and he was disconnected immediately.

Amamiya Ren, who was forcibly replaced by Joker, found herself in another dimension, instead of falling into a coma like she did in her childhood.

He seemed to see a dark sea.

There are no rushing waters or howling sea breezes.

In the silent realm, there is only the feeling of emptiness caused by my continuous falling.

Suddenly, a ray of light appeared in my sight.

It was a butterfly flapping its wings around him, and an ethereal voice sounded, "You are being drawn into the twisted abyss. The node that will completely overturn your life has arrived ahead of time. It may be a cage that locks your fate, or it may be an opportunity for you to grow... This is an extremely unfair game, and the fate of self-destruction has caught up with you. Your chances of winning are almost zero."

Inexplicably... Amamiya Ren was somewhat bewildered. What on earth was this, the abyss? Fate? Self-destruction?

The butterfly could obviously see what Amamiya Ren was thinking, and it floated around and gave an explanation.

"This world is affected by a special force that constantly amplifies people's desires and twists them into 'monsters' that are manipulated by their desires. There have been many terrible accidents in society, all of which were caused by normal people who suddenly became abnormal," Butterfly continued to add as if afraid that he would not understand, "and that is why you have fallen into this situation. The disasters you will face in the future are far more than these, and they will keep chasing you until you destroy yourself with your own hands..."

"But since you can hear my voice, there should still be a glimmer of possibility."

"The key to reversal lies in the disaster that changed your childhood life. What you think is the truth may not be what it actually is, and the reality portrayed by others is also not true. You must make the right judgment between the false and the true."

"Recall it quickly..."

"Joker..."

What a weird thing...After Amamiya Ren discovered the bizarre changes around her.

I sat in a Spanish palace-style banquet hall.

The silver-haired girl in a gorgeous dress bowed slightly towards him, as if she were really a princess of high status.

"Welcome to the Velvet Room, my trickster," her voice was so soft that it reminded people of falling cherry blossoms or feathers. "I am the tenant here, my name is Lavenda. My duty is to guide you to achieve rebirth and escape the fate of self-destruction. In return, you also need to fulfill your obligations as the owner of this room."

"I must have accidentally walked into the set of a superpowered person. It was full of fantasy elements from beginning to end," Amamiya Ren raised her bruised and swollen right hand, "Excuse me, is there any superpower that can help me heal my injury?"

Lavenda was slightly startled, then gently held his hand, "I'm sorry, I can't share your pain for the time being. This is the Velvet Room, a place between "consciousness" and "matter". You come here only with consciousness, and your body is still walking in reality, so..." Abandoned

"Well, I'm just asking casually," Amamiya Lian quickly sorted out the current situation, "What do you want me to do?"

Lavenda handed him a delicious-looking ice cream. The pale white ice cream was topped with strawberry jam, giving off a refreshing sweetness. "The creator of the Velvet Room chose you. As the contractor of this room, you need to correct the distortions that affect the world."

"It sounds like Chaldea from FGO, correcting human principles... Could the guy who created this room be a concept like human restraint?"

Lavenda didn't say anything. She looked at Amamiya Ren and gave a gentle smile.

Oh no, now I am the Master of Chaldea.

......wife

Joker looked around and found himself in a narrow cell. The environment was surprisingly clean, the floor was shiny clean, and a pale face was reflected in it like a mirror. He smiled, and smiled happily. Outside the iron fence was an elegantly decorated Chinese-style attic, with screens and wooden tables, cloud carvings and incense, and a square sword hanging on the wall, adding a solemn atmosphere to the quiet and peaceful atmosphere.

The silver-haired girl in a red gown was lying on a purple-red wooden table, playing with a folding fan out of boredom. On the white silk fan, the words "unique in the world" were written in a vigorous style. Her soft silver hair was tied into cute little balls, and her pair of amber eyes that seemed to be gilded with gold stared at Amamiya Ren without blinking.

Suddenly, her cherry-colored lips opened and closed, and she asked the owner of this room, "Why did the Velvet Room become like this today?"

"Probably because I read a book called 'Five Thousand Years of Chinese History' and was quite emotional." Amamiya Ren turned off the phone and threw it back to Joker.

"You've been studying this for the whole day?" Joker looked at the phone thrown back in front of him. He was locked in shackles and unable to move.

But what can be inferred for sure is that this room is closely related to the software in this mobile phone, or more precisely, to the "Palace of the Soul" described therein.

Joker grinned, "The Velvet Room? That's a great bargaining chip. Want to make a deal with me?"

Amamiya Ren was wearing the autumn uniform of Shujin High School. He loosened his tie and said, "Unfortunately, I don't need any compromise from you."

As he spoke, he looked down at Joker, his dark grey eyes were like steel that had been heated by water, so cold that not a single trace of emotion could be seen.

And the actor with the weird makeup was still smiling, "It's really amazing, Lian."

"I am the owner of this place, and you are just an outsider." Amamiya Lian said, "Lavenda, let's go. According to our previous agreement, I will take you to the amusement park tomorrow."

"Thank you for visiting~" The delicate and pretty little girl smiled softly with her hands covering her mouth.

"You can't use this word like that," Amamiya Ren was afraid that she would say something vicious that would send her back to the Metropolitan Police Department, so she took the girl's hand and quickly left the Velvet Room.

In the rippling water, the two disappeared, leaving Joker alone in the empty cell, laughing wildly, and the entire space changed dramatically.

He threw off the chains, tore off the fence gate, and lay on the circus stage, panting with excitement and exhaustion...The stands were filled with puppets, who stared solemnly at the performance of "Amamiya Ren", silent and dead.

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The sneakers landed on the ground, and the incomparable feeling told him that this was reality. A cool evening breeze blew the corners of his clothes, blowing away all the pain.

Amamiya Lian squeezed Lavenda's hand and said, "Thank you."

He looked at the girl next to him and expressed his emotions sincerely.

Lavenda tilted her head obediently, "What's wrong?"

“I don’t know why the creator of the Velvet Room chose me,” he looked at the sky over Aoyama 1-chome which was gradually turning into night.

"It is undeniable that it was you and this room that gave me the opportunity to defeat that guy."

When Amamiya Ren thought of Joker being shackled and imprisoned in a cell with a completely different style of painting, her mood became quite happy.

Whether it's a maze or Kamoshida...I should be the one to decide the direction of my life.

Instead of being influenced by that madman and eventually becoming...

Amamiya Ren suddenly covered her forehead with her hands, as if a piece of her memory was missing.

What will I be? No, what do I want to be?

He was horrified to find that he could no longer remember his childhood ideals.

"You look terrible. Do you need to take a rest? Your health is very worrying."

"I really need to rest..." Amamiya Ren took a deep breath, and he chose to take a taxi home. The path after school was already very deserted, and the fire lights in the parking lot next to it flickered with a faint green light.

Tomorrow is the weekend, and he has a whole day of leisure time to replan his school life.

010.Everyone wants to be Kamoshida

(Revised version after force majeure)

Today is Sunday.

I wish Senior Miyata, who was poisoned by gas, good health and happiness to his family.

Xiujin High School is holding an intramural volleyball competition. I am a member of the volleyball club, and I give every contestant equal absolute spiritual support and encouragement.

I will always remember Mr. Kamoshida's teachings...

I will repay you with a spring of hatred - I really want to use a spring of hatred on you right now, chop you and all your lackeys into pieces, turn them into 300G money bags and use them to bury your whole family... Sorry, it's a bit aggressive. This is the irritable statement made by a netizen nicknamed "【】" on Line after learning about the relevant inside story.

Ren Amamiya squatted on the toilet and sorted out the philosophical meaning of life.

All habitual things weave around us a spider's web that becomes stronger and stronger, and we soon find that the spider's threads have become ropes. - Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche

This rope is powerful enough to bind everyone who falls into it. Predators approach quietly, making them realize their mistakes before death and then struggle continuously, eventually becoming food for the stronger weaver.

Arthropods do not bite or hunt out of malice, but because they want to stay alive. The same is true of critics. They want our blood, not our pain.

Taku Kamoshida, this retired athlete controlled by desire, what is he taking as he lies above the entire school?

Reputation? Wealth? After pondering for a while, Amamiya Ren finally got the answer when the water came to light with a splash.

So that’s it, it’s lust.

His body and mind suddenly felt refreshed, and the new trickster stood up, ready to enjoy the warmth of the bathtub.

.......

The shrill whistle echoed in the stadium.

The mixed men's and women's teams finished their tactical discussion and came to their respective positions, waiting solemnly.

The volleyball club is the ace club of Xiujin College. It is far from being filled with laughter and a positive and high-spirited atmosphere of struggle as outsiders imagine.

Mr. Kamoshida, the club advisor, sat on a plastic stool, propping his chin with his hand and looking coldly at the students running around and sweating. The school gate was half-closed to facilitate the students' club activities, and the bleak autumn wind took the opportunity to blow in and make people feel cold.

Fifteen minutes later, another short series of whistles blew, and the entire club fell into silence.

Snap, snap, snap, snap... This is the sound of the volleyball falling to the ground and bouncing back up again and again.

The students of the volleyball club lined up quickly, quietly waiting for Kamoshida's next instruction. One of them was a little slow to react, causing a bit of disharmony in the team. Others secretly cast sympathetic glances at him, knowing that this guy was going to be punished.

"Mishima," As expected, the physical education teacher who was sitting on the plastic stool stood up and walked over without any smile or anger on his face.

It was a calm, condescending disdain.

Kamoshida Taku squeezed his shoulder and said, "I'm very disappointed in you."

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry."

"No need to apologize, Mishima," Kamoshida said, half-smiled, "Let's draw lots. This is a training program to help you grow."

"Yes..." Mishima Yuki lowered his head.

Kamoshida clapped his hands, "Suzui-san?"

"I'm here!" A cute girl with a nice body walked out of the queue. The enthusiasm and positivity that she inadvertently revealed from her nature cooled down the moment she touched Kamo Shida. Suzui Shiho was afraid of the other party's eyes that seemed to want to strip her naked and eat her up.

The other party said disapprovingly, "Help me get the lottery box."

So Suzui Shiho quickly handed a wooden box to Kamo Shida. The closer he got, the more he could feel the other person's gaze, which was so hot that he wanted to escape immediately.

The hands, broad and thick, were hot and had calluses from long-term exercise. They belonged to Kamoshida.

While handing over the items, Kamoshida unscrupulously grabbed Suzui Shiho's small hand and rubbed it carefully. The other party quickly lowered his head, as if shy... Suzui was just hiding the disgust and anger on his face.

She didn't dare to resist and could only let the other party touch her enough before letting her go.

The students from the volleyball club who were lined up a little further away pretended not to see anything. They all kept their heads down and said nothing.

Kamo Shida then chuckled, rummaged in the wooden box, and soon took out a card.

"Oh, Mishima!" His voice suddenly became louder and he looked very happy. "Congratulations!"

Kamoshida smiled brightly, "The exercise plan you drew this time is--"

He drew out the last word, "Human pile!"

"In volleyball games, being hit by a volleyball with strong kinetic energy is the norm. Athletes cannot give up the fight for victory just because of a little pain!"

"So, Mishima, just stand over there. I and everyone in the club will help you improve together."

Mishima shuddered, his hands clenched and unclenched suddenly, "Yes, Kamoshida-sensei."