Ming Ke: Everyone at the same time thought I was a poor little thing

Rei Furuya rolled his eyes at Matsuda, but unfortunately this body was too small. He was so tired that he fell asleep while struggling to take out the black card he had prepared.

Part of the system's space transformed into a simple, cold room, and Jōgō Rei sat on the only chair with his legs folded.

He rested his elbows on the armrest, supported his forehead with one hand, and his eyebrows were slightly closed in fatigue.

After an intense emotional outburst, you always feel particularly tired.

In this quiet space, he rested for a while before suddenly asking, "Why did the world line suddenly correct?"

It’s not that the world line cannot be corrected, he had already predicted this situation.

It's just that the timing is wrong.

It was not revised on November 7, the day of Hagiwara's death, nor on the days that followed.

Instead, it was delayed until today, a nondescript day.

The system remained silent, as if it had no intelligence, and its presence was as weak as ever.

It has absolutely no effect at all.

Only the system mall has its merits.

Fūya Rei's heart moved, and a light flashed in his palm. The detective card that automatically detached from the system space suddenly appeared, turning into a ray of light and drilling into his brow.

After equipping the detective card, his mind raced, arranging and combining all the possibilities.

Was it the air? The weather? The region? Or was it a prior meeting with Akai Shuichi?

Is it his own style? His position in the organization that doesn't match the caricature? Or is it the influence of rumors?

Suddenly, the detective's eyes lit up and he got the answer.

——It’s the old man who has been fleeing in panic after being chased by governments of various countries in recent days!

The detective card was pulled out again, condensed into a card and fell into the hands of Rei Furuya.

He sat upright, his expression solemn, his eyes cold and fierce.

Even this level of temptation is not allowed?

The old crow must live to see the battle between the red and black sides?

Fūya Rei took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and suppressed the coldness and anger surging in his chest.

He plotted against the old crow to test the bottom line of the world line, but the world line counterattacked so fiercely that it wanted to kill Hagi directly!

He was almost laughing out of anger.

The world line is really good at holding hostages.

Do you really have to sacrifice your best friend for the boss of the organization?

Fūya Ling opened his eyes, and in the darkness beyond his sight, there seemed to be a thin figure stained with blood, stepping on lonely shadows, humming a monotonous and weird tune as he walked towards them through the smoke.

He is fierce, dangerous, mysterious and suspicious. He is also covered in scars and carries a heavy burden.

Beneath that sweet smile was the ember of faith burning away one's own sorrow and emptiness.

Half of his body sank into darkness. Everyone rushed towards the light, but he was the only one who stayed where he was, feeling lonely and sad, yet looking at the light tenderly and helplessly.

Behind his blood-stained figure were the ruins of the explosion and the abandoned rooftop.

He opened his arms, laughed loudly, turned around, turned his back on light and darkness, and walked towards a grand death with all his might.

That was 29-year-old Toru Amuro.

Instead of the bright, proud, high-spirited, and energetic 22-year-old who has everything.

Fūya Rei stretched out his hand and crossed it with Amuro Toru's blood-stained hand.

He missed.

Fūya Ling suddenly woke up. The system's dark space was still in front of him, and there was no illusion.

He stared down at his palm, a firm look between his brows.

Once he compromises with the world, this illusion becomes reality and becomes his predetermined future.

Fūya Rei covered his eyes to hide the surging emotions in them.

How lucky he was to have the opportunity to change his fate before anything happened, to have the opportunity to not lose his friends again, to greet them with a long time no see, to say goodbye to each other, to hug them, to see their smiling faces...

How lucky he is.

The corner of Jōgu Rei's mouth twitched, and his consciousness transformed into a cherry blossom that fell on his palm.

His words were filled with frightening paranoia and sincere wishes as he murmured, "A cherry blossom must have five petals to be complete."

He said: "I still really want to be with you forever."

Hagiwara, Matsuda, monitor, hiro...

[Ding, the host's clone is being genetically tested.]

Fūya Ling shuddered, all his melancholy vanishing. He asked warily, "What's going on?"

A huge light curtain suddenly appeared in the room. Matsuda Jinpei was grabbing Guangbao's hair and putting it into the evidence bag, intending to hand it over to the police who came to take over.

Rei Furuya: Screaming inside!

Matsuda, what are you doing, Matsuda!

Fūya Rei rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and vaguely realized that the scene before him was not a dream.

Furuya Rei: !!

Someone said nice things on the surface, saying he wanted to be a father, and took the child out shopping, but secretly he contacted the police to frantically test the child's genes. Ha!

Fūya Rei was so angry that he almost laughed.

He gritted his teeth. After not seeing him for over a month, the curly-haired bastard had become much more cautious.

And they even knew to report it to the police!

There are some ideas, but not many.

After a complex mix of emotions, Fūya Rei suddenly realized the key point and quickly shook the system.

"If they go for genetic testing, what results will they get?"

[Please rest assured, the test results are: the clone and you are blood relatives.]

Furuya Rei: !!

There's absolutely no way to feel at ease, okay?

Thinking about the scripts in some people's hands, his neck turned red with shame.

Fūya Ling thought coldly that if he could not completely eradicate the rumors, he would die with regret even if he died for his country.

But fortunately, he was the only one with the gene, so this abnormal thing was enough to prove his innocence—

[The system will randomly assign someone you have interacted with to become the other gene provider for your clone as a post-sale service.]

--white.

Random assignment?

Fūya Rei almost couldn't breathe, and he didn't care about shame at this moment. He was now sliding into the abyss uncontrollably.

He asked with a distorted expression: "Is it also possible that Gin and Akai Shuichi?"

[Yes, they are on a random list.]

Furuya Rei: !!

Fūya Rei was stunned, his face turned green, and he couldn't even keep his sitting position.

If the gene provider for the clone is Gin or Akai Shuichi...

When he thought of this possibility, Furuya Rei couldn't help but want to draw his gun.

Is your after-sales service this kind of scam?

"Give me a copy of the list."

With a swipe, a long list appeared on the light screen in front of him.

Fūya Rei ignored the names of his classmates with twitching eyelids and accidentally saw Karasuma Renya.

Jianggu Ling: "..."

His expression was so peaceful that he looked like he could be buried soon.

Thanks for the invitation, but I don’t want to be the fugitive young master of the organization.

"Is it possible to preserve only my genes?" Furuya Rei asked calmly.

[The sock puppet race is human. Parthenogenesis is indeed possible, but your world's technology has not yet reached this level and cannot meet your requirements. Please re-enter the command.]

Jianggu Ling: "..."

Your existence no longer falls within the scientific scope of our world, but now you are telling me about the limitations of the development of technology in our world?

"Can I modify my genetic permissions?"

[Can. ]