Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Looking at the master and servant with innocent faces, Tony cursed in his heart.

Even the IRS is not as bad as them.

"JARVIS, pull up the recent in and out records and indoor surveillance of Stark Manor." Tony gritted his teeth, picked up a fork and stabbed a piece of bacon into his mouth: "Let me see where our 'well-behaved' Miss Forest 'threw' my reactor."

Jarvis ignored him for a long time.

"Jarvis?"

"are u there?"

"I'm here sir. The search has been completed and your box reactor was not found. Oh, good morning, Ms. Hera, you are still beautiful and elegant today."

Stark: ...

If you are kidnapped, just make a sound.

"Thank you. Um... I must explain that my Asha really lost Mr. Stark's reactor. Jarvis, eh... do you believe me?"

"Of course, AI won't lie, especially you - your sincerity is as beautiful as your appearance, which needs no decoration."

He must have been kidnapped.

It wasn't the first time anyway, Tony sighed and put down his fork. The metal bar made a dinging sound when it hit the plate. He looked at Mori Tsukisa who was giggling and then suddenly pretended to be serious when she noticed his gaze.

"You can't take my reactor." Dry and unthreatening words.

"But it's lost..."

Tony considered the chances of not dying if he smashed the bread in this crazy girl's face.

never mind…

"I--"

Hera: "Asha, you have a call." Returning to dealing with Mori Yuesha's affairs, the royal sister put away her usual gentleness and returned to a neat and clean voice: "The encryption level of the other party was detected and you have contacted several times before. Do you want to connect?"

encryption…

"Ah! It's Mr. Prince! Connect it!"

The phone was placed on the table and no one picked it up. L's lazy voice was broadcast through the receiver to several people in the restaurant.

"Moshimoshi, Mr. Prince?"

"your Highness."

"Aha, what's the matter?"

There was a lot of noise from the other side, with lots of kids yelling and banging. It seemed to be in some park.

"We agreed last time, you said, 'Please call me if you come across anything interesting,' right?"

"Yeah, yeah, that's right. Anything fun?"

The voice in the public broadcast was steady and indifferent: "It's not particularly interesting. I wonder if Her Royal Highness the Princess would be interested."

——The most difficult case recently, it took only one week from "Do you want to ask L for help" to "Anyone who can solve it can solve this case". The spread speed is very fast, and the impact is extremely bad.

"This story starts half a month ago..."

Chapter 85 The God of the Future

'I didn't do anything and he started shouting...'

"How terrible..."

The girls' small talk and the sound of the wind blowing the curtains.

"Yagami-san, what's wrong with you?"

"No, nothing..."

"Then, please translate this passage." The teacher held up the textbook and looked at the boy by the window with a smile. Then, the correct translation was read out word by word by the top student.

"You must obey the words of God."

'In this way, the ocean resources will become abundant and there will be no more storms.'

…………

……

This world is boring.

Every day, repeating the same thing. Monotony and boredom rolled over the nails, leaving a rut of flesh and blood.

Light Yagami held his chin and looked out the window. The teacher's voice was as unpleasant as chalk rubbing against a blackboard. Apart from the afternoon sun, everything around him seemed particularly disgusting.

The morning news showed the appearance of a murderer who killed his wife for a ridiculous reason; an incompetent official blamed his even more incompetent subordinates; a child who failed an exam committed suicide by jumping off a building; an old man was hit by a ladder and no one claimed it, but after investigation it was discovered that he had fallen down by himself; men hurt women, women hurt men; adults hurt children, children hurt adults; those in high status hurt those in low status, and those in low status insult those in high status.

Every day, every day.

It goes on and on, never absent.

This world is rotten.

Yagami Light blocked out the whispers of the students in the class. In the blink of an eye, he seemed to see a black object falling from the sky...

Is that... a notebook?

The notebook was all black and thin, and the words on the cover could not be clearly seen, but the words strangely appeared in his mind.

White, thin font like human bones.

Death…

note?

what?

He didn't want to pay attention to it, but after class, he somehow walked to the lawn behind the teaching building.

The black notebook lay quietly there.

"Which student's textbook is this?" Light Yagami bent down to pick it up and opened the first page.

「How to use」

"Anyone whose name is written in this notebook will die."

"Heh... Another boring prank."

Times have changed, but the methods of pranks are still old-fashioned... Even so, he still put the notebook in the side pocket of his schoolbag. Until he got home, entered the room, and opened the notebook.

"I'm crazy to believe in this kind of stuff."

Light Yagami brushed away the strands of hair that were blocking his eyes and silently read the rules that were written by someone unknown.

It looks like…

"When writing, you must remember the appearance of the person being written, otherwise it will be invalid. Therefore, other people with the same name and surname will not die because of this."

Is it rigorous?

"After writing the name, if you write the cause of death within 40 seconds of human time, the person will die - if you don't write it, the cause of death will be heart failure."

Hmm... this one is fun just to think about.

Yagami Light pinched the spine of the book and shook it, flipping through it randomly. It was clean inside, without any traces of writing or torn pages. Was he the first person to be pranked?

The boy lowered his eyes and continued reading silently under the desk lamp.

"After writing the cause of death, there are still 6 minutes and 44 seconds to record the death process in more detail."

Yagami Light chuckled. What he meant was that he could decide whether to die easily or painfully. The prank was designed so carefully, it was possible.

Write a name and that person will die...

Holding the pen, the tip of the pen suddenly stopped when it was about to touch the paper.

——Wait a minute. If the other person really dies, wouldn’t I be a murderer?

——No, that's impossible.

At this moment, the live broadcast on the computer screen suddenly jumped. Yagami Light turned his head and saw an important news in the window on the lower right corner.

'Yesterday, the criminal who injured 6 innocent passers-by in the downtown area of ​​Shinjuku took 8 hostages, including young children and babysitters. He is currently hiding in this nursery. The Metropolitan Police Department confirmed that the criminal is a 42-year-old unemployed middle-aged man named Otoharada Jiulang.'

After shooting from the helicopter's perspective, the scene jumped to the ground. The reporter held the microphone and reported quickly, and the special police could be seen flashing behind him.

Then, the prisoner's photo was put on the screen.

'Police will begin negotiations.'

Light Yagami propped up his face, turning the plastic pen tube back and forth between his two fingers. After the news broadcast was over and the screen was cut, he boredly opened the first page of the notebook and wrote down the name he had just memorized on the first line.

"Otoharada Kuro"

Then he looked at the clock.

——40 seconds, die of heart attack?

"The actual situation is still unclear, and the most worrying thing is the safety of the hostages."

'Yes, criminals are really cruel.'

'This is the latest report from the scene.'

"Thank you for the report, Mr. Hashimoto, what do you think..."

'I hope this incident can end soon.'

——As expected, nothing happened.

Light Yagami crossed his arms, watched the clock tick by quietly, then closed his notebook with a bored look on his face and stood up to turn off the lights.

——I am very naive to believe in such things...

"Please wait! There seems to be some movement!" The screen suddenly cuts back to the scene.

'The hostages are out! Everyone seems to be safe! Thank God!'

The reporter stuck close to the crowd and looked inside, waving at the camera behind him: "The mobile troops have also rushed in! Are they going to arrest the criminals? ! "

Light Yagami watched him hold down the headset and listen attentively for a few words.

'Hey! The latest news is coming in - everyone! The prisoner died in the nursery! I repeat, the prisoner is dead!'

——Dead?!

Light Yagami's pupils constricted, he hastily pushed away the swivel chair and lifted up the black notebook on the table.

The words "Otoharada Kuro" that he had just written were silently printed on the first line of his notebook. In his ears, the reporter's voice seemed to be shouting something from a very far place, and waves of continuous echoes appeared in Light Yagami's mind.

'The mobile force stressed that they did not shoot the prisoners.'

'So, he was driven to desperation and committed suicide?'

"According to the hostage's testimony, the prisoner fell down suddenly—"

Heart palsy...

Coincidence?

Light Yagami stood quietly in front of the desk and looked at the notebook. If, if all this...

We have to find a criminal to try again. A big shot can't do that, because even if he dies, the news might be blocked for a while. I need to know the result immediately.

Then...

What about the three scumbags in the class who often blackmail classmates? No, it's best to stay away from people around them... No, in fact, there is no need to worry about this. No one would care if one or two of those guys died. What's more, using a notebook to kill people is a method like this.

Will anyone believe it?

Light Yagami stood by the window and looked at the lights in the night. A flame as real as substance ignited in his cold, dark pupils.

A mortal man is overlooking his future kingdom of God.