After leaving the world of all NPCs

Tiangong City.

Located on the site of the former Tokyo, this city was rebuilt after the Great Kanto Air Disaster.

The slightly higher terrain around it is like the edge of a bowl, gently embracing the bustling central block.

There are tall buildings all around, the clean streets reflect the sunlight, and pedestrians are leisurely. There is no trace of the devastation that happened thirty years ago.

Ye Zuochen walked in with casual steps, followed by a girl with long dark red hair.

Kotori Itsuka changed into ordinary daily clothes. The simple T-shirt and short skirt made her look like a particularly cute girl next door, but the vigilance and coldness in her eyes that were inconsistent with her age were still obvious.

The petite figure walking beside Ye Zuochen formed a subtle contrast.

Ye Zuochen didn't seem to be in a hurry to fulfill his promise to "find his parents" and stopped outside the bright window of a comic book store.

"Go in and take a look first. There's a cartoonist I really want to see."

"Clam?"

Kotori Itsuka frowned as she watched him push the door open and could only follow him helplessly.

The store was filled with the smell of paper and ink.

Ye Zuochen had a clear goal as he moved between the dazzling bookshelves, his fingers lightly running across rows of book spines.

Kotori crossed her arms and watched coldly.

Finally, he pulled out a few colorful comic magazines and single volumes, then sat down at the small round table in the corner for guests to read, and motioned for Kotori to sit down as well.

"What are you doing now?" Itsuka Kotori didn't sit down immediately. "Looking through children's things in this time-wasting place?"

Ye Zuochen raised his head, looked at the girl's tense face and tightly pursed lips, and blinked.

"understood."

Immediately, he stood up and walked to the small shelf next to the cash register. He came back a moment later and placed something on the comic book in front of Qin Na.

It was a strawberry-flavored lollipop in a pink wrapper.

Itsuka Kotori looked at the childish candy, and the expression on her face instantly became even more speechless, "...Are you serious?"

These words were almost squeezed out from between teeth.

However, I don’t know if it was because the color of the candy was too pink, or the pure expression of “let’s give it a try” on Ye Zuochen’s face was too matter-of-fact.

After a moment, she angrily tore open the package and stuffed the candy into her mouth, with her cheeks bulging.

"Boring, really meaningless..."

Ye Zuochen didn't explain, he just picked up a comic book and started reading it.

With a piece of candy in her mouth, Gokawa Qinli glanced at the page in his hand boredly.

Colorful images, exaggerated expressions, fascinating storyboards...

Gradually, my attention was drawn over there.

Kotori Itsuka pretended not to care and picked up another book, then... she never put it down.

Time passes quietly with the rustling sound of turning pages.

The bright sunlight shines through the glass windows, casting long shadows on the table.

The soft background music in the coffee shop is almost imperceptible.

The two of them sat side by side, concentrating on the paper world in their hands. Only the occasional sound of slurping candy, or the moment when Kotori's mouth unconsciously raised slightly and then quickly dropped because of the plot, broke this strange tranquility.

Ye Zuochen gently closed the comic book in his hand, making a slight sound.

As if startled awake, Kotori abruptly pulled herself away from the story she was immersed in. With a hint of reluctance that she couldn't hide, she put the book down and quickly put on her signature cold expression, glancing at Ye Zuochen sideways: "Have you finally wasted enough time?"

Ye Zuochen didn't answer her question. Instead, he turned his head and smiled, "Is the comic interesting?"

Kotori was slightly startled, then looked away, pretending nothing had happened as she poked the candy ball in her mouth with the tip of her tongue and said vaguely, "Tsk, it's okay."

Ye Zuochen said something shocking: "The author of this book, like you, is an elf."

Qin Li's dark red pupils suddenly contracted.

The sound of traffic on the street outside the window seemed to become clearer at this moment.

After a few seconds, she slowly spoke: "So? What are you going to do next?"

Ye Zuochen uttered a word softly:

"Wait."

……

Most of the light is blocked by thick curtains, and there is only a high-powered fluorescent tube on the table, which carves out a work area among the piles of books and sundries.

This is the "nest" of Honjo Nia.

A luxurious apartment bedroom completely flooded with comics.

The bookshelves that occupied the walls were already overwhelmed, and countless comic books were like tenacious vines, spreading to the floor, bedside tables, and even occupying most of the sofa.

There was only a depression in the middle of the bed that was barely big enough for one person to curl up and lie down.

The surroundings of the depression were like carefully constructed fortifications, with cartoon bricks of different heights standing, laid out, and scattered, leaving only a winding gap leading to the pillow.

This scene does not look like a bedroom, but more like a giant coffin specially built for the soul of a book lover.

In the center of this kingdom ruled by paper, the only "front line" that was forcibly opened up was a huge workbench.

Dip pens, fountain pens, markers, piles of dot paper, mountains of eraser shavings... they occupy the desktop in a scattered manner, yet with a sense of order that belongs to the creator.

The gray-haired girl was writing quickly at her desk.

Honjo Niya's height of 168cm is not noticeable because of his hunched body due to concentration.

He was wearing an ordinary shirt with a few ink stains on it and a pair of baggy jeans.

His neat short gray hair was a little messy, with a few strands sticking up unruly.

His light blue eyes, through his red square-framed glasses, stared intently at the path of the pen tip across the paper.

Her stomach growled at an inopportune moment, reminding her of the need to consume energy.

"Tsk..."

Erya made a dissatisfied clicking sound and rubbed his sore eyes, but had no intention of stopping writing.

Ding!

At this moment, the sharp ringing of the alarm clock suddenly tore through the creative atmosphere in the room.

Honjo Nia suddenly raised his head and immediately stretched out his left hand, not to grab the alarm clock, but with his palm facing up.

hum-

The air seemed to stagnate for a moment, and subtle fluctuations of spiritual energy spread out like ripples on water.

A book emitting a faint holy aura appeared out of thin air and landed steadily in his palm.

The cover of the book is inlaid with a huge cross, and the leather texture is thick and mysterious. This is her "angel" - "Ratziel".

Turn the pages of the book and stroke them across the top with your fingers as if you were typing on a keyboard.

This is her daily "check-in task" or "survival confirmation."

Search - Do you know the existence of "Honjo Niya=Elf"?

Search - Malicious/tracking plan targeting "Honjo Niya=Elf"?

To be honest, Erya was not so cautious at first.

As lazy as Honjo Niya is, he just wants to immerse himself in the beauty of the second dimension and escape all the troubles of reality.

Until that time when he had the urge to go to Britain to collect materials and met a blond magician, who used his ridiculously huge sword to split Erya and the hill where he was hiding in half.

Since then, this regular "security scan" has become an instinct ingrained in my bones.

However, this time, there's probably nothing unusual...

Just like hundreds and thousands of times in the past.

Suddenly, the blue-green pupils behind the red lenses suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip!

On the page of the book, a line of extremely clear handwriting burned Benjo Erya's pupils like a red-hot iron.

"Ye Zuochen publicly declared to the spirit Gokawa Kotori in a cafe in Tiangong City that Honjo Souji was a spirit!"

Cold sweat instantly broke out from the corner of his forehead.

"How could he be...exposed?! That Ye Zuochen?!" Honjo Niya snapped back to reality. "Tell me everything about that guy named Ye Zuochen. What is his purpose?"

but.

The omnipotent intelligence search page of "The Whispering Volume" contained information about Ye Zuochen, which was like a stone thrown into the deep sea. It only caused a faint ripple before sinking into complete darkness.

The information flow clearly shows the moment when he appeared on the streets of Tiangong City yesterday.

Push further forward and there is nothing.

It was as if this man had just been born yesterday.

"There's something that the Whispering Confessions can't find?!" Erya's voice rose in fear, cracking. "Could it be some kind of interference from a similar ability? No, that's not right. This isn't about the Whispering Confessions being affected, it's about it simply not existing..."

Just as Honjo Nia was trying to stay calm and analyze the situation.

Wow! Wow!

The pages of "The Whispering Volume" suddenly turned uncontrollably!

Brush, brush, brush——brush, brush——

The blank page that should have been waiting for Honjo Nia to write the future was now as if being manipulated by an invisible hand.

Ink appears out of thin air and is sketched quickly!

One, two, three... countless portraits of Ye Zuochen appeared one after another on the pages of the book!

The static portrait seemed to be given life and "moved" rapidly with the continuous turning of pages.

Wink, smile, raise an eyebrow...

It formed a silent but extremely clear "animation".

This scene beyond comprehension made Erya feel cold all over and his mind went blank.

Then, a male voice with a playful smile flowed out directly from the turning pages of the book, echoing in the room filled with comics.

"You're spying on me, right? Two-two?"

The heart really stopped!

The extreme fear made Erya instinctively mobilize all the spiritual power in his body.

Bang!

A glimmer of light passed by, and the casual shirt and jeans on his body were instantly replaced.

A layer of translucent nun's clothing that looked like flowing thick ink wrapped around her body.

The "Divine Power Spiritual Outfit - Second Part (Yod)" appears!

A veil lightly covered her gray hair, an exquisite cross hung on her chest, and her formal attire was straight and mysterious, forming an absurd contrast with her terrified expression at the moment.

"Who?! What do you want to do?!" Erya's hands tightly grasped the restless "Whispering Volume".

"Animation" on the page The curve of Ye Zuochen's mouth seemed to rise a little more.

"What do you want to do? It's nothing serious. Kotori and I will come visit you."

The frantic flipping of the book pages suddenly stopped and closed steadily.

The Whispering Confession returned to silence, falling heavily back into Honjo Niya's cold palm.

Dead silence.

Absolute silence enveloped the room, with only Erya's heavy breathing like a bellows being the only sound.

visit?!