The story we started

This was Xu Guoliang's best attempt to describe this character in a nice way. Even so, this description also emptied the little ink he had left.

The real situation is this:

Zaimokuza Yoshiteru is a severe elderly patient with chuunibyou. One of his favorite things is to create a character for himself, so he often imagines himself as the reincarnation of Ashikaga Yoshiteru, the 13th shogun of the Muromachi shogunate. This is probably the worst time that Ashikaga Yoshiteru has been slandered. After all, he was the shogun, but in the end he was reincarnated as a fat otaku with chuunibyou. If he knew, he would probably learn from the group of monsters in a famous East Asian toilet, and keep roaring in the dreams of Reiwa cute boys every night, "You have to know your shame!"

His first appearance was so stunning that he was almost mistaken for an intruder by three people from the service department and dragged out by security.

Hikigaya Hachiman's best friend, the so-called meeting on the battlefield was just a physical education class, and they became friends who could trust each other's backs. The reason why they appreciate each other and are confidants is heartwarming - because everyone has formed a team, and only two people are left standing there. If they don't hug each other, they can only spend time with the wall, or learn from Jay Chou and have a hug dance party in front of everyone after 20 years.

The so-called supporting each other's backs was more in the physical sense. They hugged each other back to back and did stretching exercises. When it was Hikigaya Hachiman's turn, he almost got a stitch in the side due to the huge weight of Zaimokuza.

The literary accomplishment is indeed profound. After all, not everyone can be evaluated as having toilet paper given away for free when buying illustrations for the first time of writing. It is truly a talent that ordinary people cannot learn at all.

The only purpose of this character created by the old thief Watari is to advance the plot. He is labeled as a chuunibyou, a fat man, and a fat otaku. The only bright spot is that his character design is indeed partly based on Ashikaga Yoshiteru, and Hachiman Daibutsu is derived from his name.

But now the problem is very serious.

Because this fat guy who is good for nothing except his chuunibyou and advancing the plot was "chosen" by him to be the protagonist of this story, replacing the original protagonist of this story, Smiling Superman Godai Yusuke.

This was a complete accident. He never expected that this fat guy would suddenly appear from the blind spot of the light curtain and snatch away the leading role that he had originally reserved for the Great Teacher!

To make a more vivid analogy, Cheng Dieyi had already put on makeup on his face, put on clothes, put on a crown, and was pinching his fingers like an orchid. He was fully immersed in the role and was about to go on stage to perform as the real Yu Ji amid the praises of Master Yuan Si and show his unparalleled beauty, when a bandit suddenly appeared from nowhere, knocked him unconscious with not only one stick, but also stripped Cheng Dieyi of his costume and put it on, then turned around and said to the stunned Master Yuan Si with a smile while smoking a cigarette.

"Master, can you translate for me, what is the surprise?"

This is called a surprise! A surprise that is enough to send someone to the ICU with a myocardial infarction! Their mother surprise!

And thinking of the "story" concept he created, and the real monsters that Hikigaya Hachiman, who was supposed to replace Yusuke Godai, encountered in the original script, and then looking at the fat chuunibyou otaku on the screen who made Hikigaya Hachiman review his new "masterpiece" with a frown on his face, and finally feeling the power that had been completely drained from his body, Xu Guoliang's eyes were completely dead at this moment.

Han Fu once said, "I have General Pan Feng who can kill Hua Xiong", but has anyone ever heard Cao Cao say, "I have General Jiang Gan who can kill Lu Bu"?

When Zhuge Liang and Zhou Yu arrived, they could only cover their faces, unable to bear to look at the horrific scene.

If he wanted, he now had the authority to undo the result, but after that he would no longer have the power to create a new "story".

The recovery and strengthening of this ability must rely on the power of faith of other humans, and the power of faith must be obtained through the recognition of others for the story, and the recognition of others must be obtained through the power of faith to create a new story...

He was like the pink octopus head that had been hit by the Golden Experience Requiem, and could only wander endlessly in a strange cycle, never to be reborn.

“Huh, huh, ahh ...

From the endless blank space came the wild laughter of another honest man who was driven crazy by life. Xu Guoliang laughed so hard that tears flowed from his broken eyes.

"Ex! Since you're the first, I'll be the fifteenth!"

"I don't care. Let the world perish. At worst, we can just remake it!"

"Come on! Let this story have a grand opening!"

"weltounrider～kuuga (Welcome our hero! Kamen Rider～kuuga)!!!"

With tears streaming down his face, he raised his right hand with a desperate and broken smile and lightly snapped his fingers.

pop~

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Hikigaya Hachiman slumped exhaustedly on the service club's chair, lying on the table and not wanting to move at all.

He once believed that the articles written by Zaimokuza had reached the pinnacle of mental torture, and that those who could withstand that mental pollution and read them all were all true heroes, a feat comparable to being able to eat a whole plate of cookies made by Yuigahama without passing out.

But he was wrong.

It turns out that some people in this world are born with the talent to inflict pain on others. This is God's ruthless test on others.

Either you are creating pain, or you are on the way to creating pain, and there is no stopping.

Recalling the "masterpiece" that Zaimokuza had enthusiastically forced himself to review just now, he felt his mind fall into chaos, a strange buzzing sound appeared in his ears, strange hallucinations appeared in his vision, and he could hear some mysterious whispers in a trance, as if something beyond human imagination was leaning over and whispering the truth of the world in his ear.

"!?"

Suddenly coming back to his senses, he looked at the manuscript on the table with even more fear. He swallowed his saliva and calmly moved his chair away a few times, away from the thing that seemed to emit a dark aura in his eyes.

He turned his head to look at the other side of the table, where Yoshiteru Zaimokuza, who wrote this book of evil gods, was standing with one hand behind his back and the other on his chest, proudly introducing how he saw a yellow-haired man being chased and beaten up on the street by a man yesterday, and how he had spent a whole night thinking up a new masterpiece after a burst of inspiration.

The head of the service club, Yukinoshita Yukino, who was sitting in the chair in front of him, was opening the manuscript and looking at it in front of her eyes. Although the expression on her face was obscured by the paper, Hikigaya Hachiman noticed that Yukinoshita's delicate fingers holding the manuscript were trembling slightly. She unconsciously increased the strength of her fingers, and the manuscript made a slight "creaking" sound under her force.

He immediately looked at Yukinoshita Yukino, whose body seemed to tremble slightly, with eyes full of pity and sympathy. This girl was too serious. She believed in "no investigation, no right to speak" and probably wanted to read this "masterpiece" carefully before brewing her own evaluation. But how could she finish reading such an indescribable book without the tough nerves of an investigator? Even he, who had suffered from the test of loneliness, could only read about half of it, and then he couldn't stand it anymore. How dare the stubborn girl who had never experienced any test in her heart dream of surpassing him? This is improssible!

The weakest among the three, Yuigahama Yui, was knocked down in the very first chapter. She was lying on the table with a pile of manuscripts scattered under her upper body. The front armor on her chest, which was something Yukino Yukino could never dream of in her life, was crushed into a thrilling shape under the weight of her fallen upper body. It was pressed on the table like a swimming ring so that Yuigahama Yui could not feel the coldness of the table. Her right hand was straightened with her fingers stretched forward, pointing forward as if guiding the way ahead. The mobile phone on the table was playing a song "Flower of Hope".

Hikigaya Hachiman sadly turned his gaze away from his sacrificed comrades, and raised his head as if he didn't want the hot tears to flow out of his DHA-rich dead fish eyes. In fact, he was worried that if he didn't look away, his nose would bleed.

Snapped!

The pleasant sound of papers colliding was heard, and Yukinoshita Yukino took a deep breath, and her chest, which had no curves or ups and downs, seemed to swell up for a moment.

She suddenly opened her tightly closed eyes, trying hard to stop her long eyelashes from twitching, and stared at the fat, white-haired man in front of her, who was waiting for her comment with stars in his eyes. She formulated her own words, just like an executioner asking a knife maker to sharpen his blade before execution, so that the beheading would be faster and smoother and the deceased would not feel any pain.

She gently opened her rosy cherry lips and uttered the first word, her words were clear and her tone was frosty.

"you--"

Jingle bell bell—

Four simultaneous cell phone rings interrupted the heartbreaking words she was about to say. Everyone was stunned. Even the unconscious Yuigahama Yui reached out her hand to grab the phone, but she was unsure. In the end, the kind-hearted Hikigaya Hachiman handed the phone to her open palm, like handing a straw to a drowning person.

"Who is it? At this time."

Zaimokuza took out his cell phone from the inner pocket of his windbreaker with a depressed look on his face. This call came at a really bad time, interrupting the comment that the beautiful girl minister in front of him was about to make on his work.

"Story? What is this? Is there a number like this?"

Zaimokuza was somewhat surprised to see the name written where an unknown number should have been.

As for why he was so sure that this was an unknown number, the reason was simple. There were only three people whose names were marked in his mobile phone address book, namely his parents and his close friend Hikigaya Hachiman, and no one else.

A true hero only needs a father, a mother, and a close friend!

"the same as you?"

A cold voice made him look forward, and he saw Yukinoshita Yukino also frowned and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

She turned the screen of her mobile phone, and Zaimokuza saw that her incoming call notification also displayed the name of this "story".

"Not only you, but me too."

Hikigaya Hachiman also raised his eyebrows in surprise and showed them the name of the incoming call on his mobile phone screen.

"Ah, ah, ah ~ Are you the same as me who stays at home? I am the same too!"

Yuigahama cried out in surprise, holding up her phone with both hands and showing the three people her screen, which also had the name "Story" written on it.

"I'm not called Dunjia! You bastard!"

"I'm not a bitch! You're going too far, you penguin!"

"You're even worse! It's fine if you're just squatting and calling me a penguin! How dare you call me a dead penguin!?"

Ignoring the love-hate relationship between the two happy enemies over there, Yukinoshita Yukino's eyelashes were almost wrinkled. It was no coincidence that four people in a row received calls about this "story".

What she thought was correct, because at this moment, it was not only the four of them who received the call. Everyone with a mobile phone in the world received the call from this number at the same time. The name "Story" was converted into different languages ​​​​according to the different countries of each mobile phone owner, and the TV and computer screens on the street switched to a white background with the name "Story" in bold at the same time.

Until the first person called the number out of curiosity, all the computer and TV screens, and even the screens of everyone's mobile phones turned white at the same time. No matter how others pressed the buttons, there was no response. Some people even took out the batteries of their mobile phones and unplugged the power cords, but it was of no use. The appliances that had lost their power source still displayed the white background.

"What's going on? What the hell is this?"

“#￥@! My resources and my links! Damn it!”

"Telecommunications fraud? When did those scammers become so powerful?"

……

When everyone was greeting the person called "Story" with confusion, uneasiness, vigilance or anger, a mosaic flashed on the white background, and then a line of black font slowly became clear from blurry.

[This is a fate that was already determined in the distant past, and it is also a story that will begin in the present and the future. 】

[In the darkness of the ancient times, the terrifying evil is about to awaken, and boundless darkness is about to cover everything. ]

【The story will have a grand opening. 】

【New heroes will also write epic stories. 】

3.Who are you?

"What what!? What is this!? Is this a supernatural event!?"

Zaimokuza, who was a severe case of Chuunibyou, was immediately touched by these words, and his eyes sparkled as he looked at the contents displayed on the screen in his hand. w61p.com

His imagination, as a middle school patient and a failed writer, immediately began to run wild on the grassland in his mind like a thousand-mile horse that had eaten good grass. Countless fantastic ideas and brain holes of varying depths gradually emerged under the trampling of the horse's hooves.

"We all received this mysterious phone call, and we all saw this incredible imagination. Could it be that - we were all chosen by some mysterious existence!? Are we going to become the protagonists of some adventure story!? That would be too cool~!!!"

"… You know it's impossible, you chuunibyou."

Hikigaya Hachiman couldn't help but look away when he said this, modestly hiding the fact that his brain waves had been synchronized with Zaimokuza's for a moment just now.

"Zamokuza-san, what Bipenguin-san said is right. Your fantasies might not even appear in fairy tales. And we are probably not the only ones who received this strange phone call."

Ignoring the deathly stare of "Hey, hey, hey" from Hikigaya Hachiman behind her, Yukinoshita Yukino walked to the window with her now unusable cell phone and opened it. Looking at the students in the atrium below who were also gathered together with their cell phones discussing this mysterious phenomenon, she slightly wrinkled her beautiful eyelashes and closed the window again.

"I personally prefer the idea that this was some kind of large-scale public crime, which is the most logical explanation in reality."

"Ah... But Xiaoxue, are criminals nowadays capable of doing even this kind of thing?"

Yuigahama Yui pointed to the phone whose battery had been removed but was still able to display the picture and asked curiously.

"Yuigahama-san, don't call me Koyuki... But you're right, this is indeed very strange, so I dare not make any conclusions about it."

Yukinoshita Yukino also removed the battery from the back of her phone, but when she turned it over, she found that the phone was still displaying the same picture, which she couldn't help feeling a little unbelievable.

Her cell phone is not the type with a built-in battery, nor does it have a power storage function. It stands to reason that after the battery is removed, the cell phone should not be able to turn on without power supply, but why is it still able to display the picture?

"!"

At this moment, the picture displayed on the mobile phone also changed. She immediately watched it attentively, trying to see if she could find any clues from the picture.

……

Chiba Prefectural Chiba Benben High School, second year, class three.

"Ah~ I don't know what's going on, but not having to go to class is a good thing."

Looking at the TV in the classroom that couldn't be turned off even after unplugging the power cord, Kousaka Kyosuke yawned deeply with dark circles under his eyes. After playing a (muted) game with his sister for the whole night last night, which would definitely get him killed if his parents found out, he now felt deeply tired. He couldn't hear what the teacher was saying in class at all and just wanted to find a place to take a nap.

"My save file!"

Looking at the six computer screens in front of him that were completely covered with white images, Katsuragi Keima, who had spent a whole day playing games and had no time to record the save data, covered his heart with his hands and felt dizzy.

……

Ishigami Yu, who was sitting in another room far away and looking at a white screen in front of him, felt a lot in common with this. He almost vomited blood when he saw the undead he controlled turned into this picture when he was about to get the first kill on Mr. Yan after dying more than a dozen times.

……

Koukouyusei High School, student dormitory.

This is definitely not something that can be achieved with current technology.

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka, who had torn his mobile phone into pieces as soon as the abnormal phenomenon occurred, looked at the picture that could still be displayed after only a thin screen of the mobile phone was left in his hand, and his usually calm state of mind showed a rare ripple.

Many guesses emerged in his mind, and were overturned one by one. He felt that the worldview he had built over the past decade began to shake.

"interesting……"

For the first time, he, who was indifferent to everything, had an idea similar to "curiosity" about a phenomenon.

……

Snapped!

The door of the service club was quickly opened, and Shizuka Hiratsuka walked in with a cell phone in her hand, looking at the four people in the room who were also watching movies on their cell phones.

"Hey! Did you guys also see this strange picture on your cell phones?"

"Mr. Hiratsuka, I've told you many times to knock before entering. Could it be that after all these years you haven't learned even the most basic etiquette?"

Looking at the screen on the phone, Yukinoshita Yukino said calmly without turning her head, but one could clearly hear the dissatisfaction in her voice.

"Special cases deserve special treatment. I'll definitely give it to you next time! Yukinoshita."

Shizuka Hiratsuka nonchalantly took a chair and sat down with her legs crossed. Her posture was more manly than that of a man. Hikigaya Hachiman, who was standing next to her, saw his eyes twitch slightly. He wanted to complain but was afraid of the man's heavy iron fist that was so powerful that it could split mountains and crack the earth, so he dared not open his mouth.

Obviously, she is a rare beauty if you only look at her appearance, but her actions do not show any ladylike temperament. She gives people the feeling that she is more like a greasy uncle who would sit by the fireplace and pick the soles of his feet, then eat oranges without washing his hands, and then lie down and watch TV after eating.