"It was so that you were relieved and careful about me, and even came to cooperate with me on his own initiative." Tokisaki Kurosan frowned. She was a little irritated and disgusted. Her past was announced with high sound. Who would be happy: "But you are too innocent. I have never been the object of convincing me so easily. Even if you know everything about me, it will be of no help to the current environment... This world is not my world."

"So you, like me, want to go back immediately." Mikoto Misaka asked, "Isn't that right?"

"I will naturally explore the method. This is a safe exile place, and it is filled with a lot of time. I am different from you. I am not in a hurry. When I collect enough time, Su Zhi will naturally finish the filming." Toshizaki Kurosan said, letting go of his fingers, and his dangerous spirit hid on the other side.

"This is also the reason why I came to you. Even if I don't know your past, I will return. It's just a matter of time." Mikoto's vision of the mean: "You should find an abnormality... This world is normal, but we are different. The abnormality is us."

"Isn't this self-evident?" Tokizaki Kurosan disagreed.

"You don't have a clear idea. Assuming that this world is really the world of the creators, our experiences are not in the book. When we come to this world, we have become a reality from fake characters. At the same time, these creators have lost their interference in our thinking and actions, and they are just ordinary people."

"In other words, have you developed pity for people in this world and even began to question the need for self-existence?" Tokizaki Kurosan tilted his head: "This is really..."

"No, I'm not talking about this. For humans in this world, we are just characters in the screen and books. No matter what, we can't find it. In this world, we have come here... and preserve our original memory and ability. So... there is a natural bridge, a channel that connects the world in the book and the world outside the book, and this channel is Altaire."

Mikoto Misaka said one by one: "She said that as long as she swings the existence of the world, she can save our world and summarize all experiences into nothing. I used to trust this, because there is nothing else to do... But the current reality is that the Creator is no longer the Creator. He has lost control of His Majesty's character. It is better to say it is..."

"Author." Toshizaki Kurosan thought: "What you are questioning now is the reality in Altaire's discourse. Because this world is too ordinary and too realistic, but that's all. When the character reaches reality from the book, the agreed norms between the two sides are broken, and from the creator and the creator to an equal relationship. One party cannot dominate the fate of the other party. It is no longer a vassal relationship, but individual and individual, and both sides can even establish dialogue."

"Yes, if you use this as a reason for the inference, there are two types of prestige now. The first is that we creators who were summoned by Altayr already possessed their own thinking and will, but the world in the book is still the world in the book, connecting the original expression and the original script." Mikoto Misaka inferred: "If it is this kind of environment, it will not be possible to change the established past except for allowing the creator to adapt the script."

"The second type is that the world in the book is no longer an easy world. It has evolved into a complete world." Tokizaki Kurosan raised his lips: "It's very funny. If it is the second type, even if the creator adapts the script, it will have no purpose. He has lost his ability to interfere with another world. This is a merit and a matter of deception."

Fortunately, the author has no right to interfere with the operation of the world, the plot will change at the same time; the bad thing is that everything that has been established in the past cannot be changed.

"So, what does this have to do with me?" Tokisaki Kurosan said without hesitation: "My purpose is just to collect time. How the world changes, it is true and false, and I don't pay attention to it."

"I know you'll say that." Mikoto Misaka sighed relieved: "This confirms that you are very careful about your hope."

“What is the purpose?”

"You are very proud and can return your world without relying on Altaire's strength. It is because you, as an elf, have a deep understanding of space and time, and don't have to interfere with this false battle. Just investigate in secret and make a fortune. You have missed a little..." Mikoto stretched her voice with great enthusiasm, and at this time she was a little dark-bellied.

"What's wrong?"

"Did you forget that you were summoned? All of us are called to exist with Altay. If she disappears, what state she will fall into? Can you look forward to it? A little luck is repatriation, and a little fate is almost destruction of existence." Sister Pao said: "No matter what the world in the book is, we still exist as an abnormality. This shows that the 'channel' exists, and this channel is Altay himself."

"…ah…” Tokizaki Kurosan sighed: “I would have missed such an easy problem.”

The summoned person exists with the convener and the summoning array, which is knowledge.

"So, do you want me to enter your camp?" Tokisaki Kurosan held his cheeks and said, "It's a bit difficult. I won't be a subordinate for others."

"I'm clear, so I don't want you to enter the Altaire side." Misaka Mikoto clasped her five fingers: "She is not trustworthy...it's been covering something continuously. I searched for her material on the web page, but gained nothing. She seemed to be completely non-ordinary, without a creator, and without a point of view. Everything is unknown in action and behavioral principles. I must leave one hand to prepare for future troubles."

"So did you come to me?" Kuang San looked slightly sarcastic: "You said it right. She is indeed not trustworthy. If you can, I don't want to confront her head. She forbids all summoned people, even the ability of time is no exception."

"I don't need you to confront her head, but as a chess, I believe you have your own judgment and be able to make the best choice in the right opportunity."

Mikoto Misaka said, but noticed the smile-smile look of Tokizaki Kurosan: "What's wrong?"

"You said so much, but I haven't heard a proper reply yet." Tokisaki Kurosan asked: "What do you want to do now - to protect this world? Reversal of your own destiny? Or is it to find out the origin of all these changes?"

"... Can I not say it?" Mikoto Misaka moved her gaze away.

"Then I won't agree to you." Tokisaki Kurosan smiled narrowly.

Mikoto's cheeks flushed and she rubbed her hair into... After reading it, she felt relieved."

"You can actually keep watching." Tokisaki Kurosan opened his eyes wide.

"I just can't stand it now... My mother who can handle everything for me is not here. Even if she prays to gods and Buddhas, there will be no miracles. Will heroes come when crying and begging for help? The world is not so gentle, so I can only change myself. I am not a doll on the transport belt. Once I know how to make progress, I will fall into a cliff. Of course, I can change my faith and ideas simply."

She lay on the table, enduring the humiliation and said, "Even if the story changes, the world restarts, and the darkness disappears, only the beautiful and full world is in front of me, can I still laugh without knowing it? You can't do it... The imprint left by the memories of the past has made me realize my current self. I'm so excited to reverse the sad reality, but I don't want to burn this exciting experience... Don't you think so? Toshizaki Kurosan."

Tokisaki Kurosan just said "um" softly, no one could be clearer than her. Once she chose this route, she would never be able to turn back.

At this moment, she suddenly admired Misaka Mikoto and admired her integrity under her innocence.

"I will help you, but don't have too high expectations. The promise of a murderer is just a joke."

"That's enough." Misaka Mikoto breathed a sigh of relief: "Then I'll go back first... so as not to get tired and tedious when I go back."

"I'll remind you before leaving." Tokisaki Kurosan watched her go away: "The final battle is coming."

Mikoto nodded gently: "I remember."

The petite back sank into the crowd, but the seemingly ordinary city is about to become a chaotic battlefield.

A golden light flashed in Tokisaki Kurosan's left pupil: "Kuangqi, let's fan the fire for the upcoming celebration, it seems to be a good pastime."

When Mikoto Misaka and Kurosaki Tokisaki were having a conversation, Gintoki Sakata was not idle either.

He took the hippo out, walked to the highway, and waved his hand: "You can go quickly, call the police and go to exile and let you go. It's better not to be caught again, otherwise no one will be able to save you."

"Why?" The hippo opened his mouth: "I'm leaving, won't you be vented?"

"I can bear the liver fire of a junior high school girl." The silver-haired curl leaned against the carving railing: "She should also be clear. Even if she finds her own creator, she cannot change anything... The story you created is so 'fun' is complete, but for us it is a vivid experience. This contradiction cannot be handled. But, if the creator had not been able to write our story carefully, the creators would not be so fleshy. From this point of view, the creators are no different from their parents to the creators..."

As he said that, Gintoki Sakata laughed at himself: "This is just a paper talk. Since you are not my creator, I can talk to you calmly... If it weren't for you now, but Mr. Kotoshima was in front of me, I could not guarantee that I could still express so modernly, 'You are my father, so I forgive you'... So while I can still understand right and wrong, you leave, I don't want the little girl to make the same mistake as I used to."

Hippo didn't know what to say: "You are indeed a gentle person."

"It's just the life experience of a useless uncle and a few complaints." He waved his hand and turned around to say goodbye: "By the way, I'll remind you that in the future, this city will become a battlefield, and you'll have to escape a little further."

"I want to see..." Hippo gritted his teeth: "This kind of story is rare to see once in a lifetime, and I am her creator, and I have the responsibility to accompany her until the end."

"Then find a better tourist platform and be careful not to bite off your tongue." Sakata Gintoki walked in the dark and murmured: "Uncle, how old is I, I am, and I am still imitating the young people to be handsome."

...

At the burning factory, Ken Kaneki breathed a sigh of relief, and a faint smell of blood was scattered in the air. He glanced at the injuries on his body, and had completely recovered and had no physical reserves. He laughed at himself. As long as there was food, no matter how severe the injuries were, they could recover quickly.

When she walked out of the room, Altaire was right in front of her. She was sitting on the leather sofa and wondering what she was thinking.

"Can you enjoy the night snack? Lord Jinmu." Junji asked in a deferred speech.

"The taste is the best, so good that it's hard to swallow." Kaneki murmured: "If it's Miss Lishi's binge eating disorder, I'm sure I'll be crazily..."

"Then you should recuperate well. The day of the death war is close to you and our precious combat power." Altaire was not disgusted with cannibalism, and Kaneki just used the corpse. In the relatively dangerous mountainous areas, she could pick it up after walking a few laps. She didn't care and let Kaneki go for food by herself.

"I have recovered. I will defeat them next time I will defeat them, but one-on-two, I don't have much control." Ken Kaneki said: "And the samurai has let the creator go. If he chooses to call the police, it will increase unnecessary trouble... So this kind of innocent hypocrite is not suitable as an alliance. If necessary, it is still time for me to pursue it now."

"Not hindrance, if he was smart, he wouldn't let the police die... Moreover, the stage has been set up 70%. When understanding the sunset, the grand stage play is about to open. There is no need to spend time for flying insects who are confused about the charm." Jun Ji raised a proud arc on the corner of her lips: "We have explored the strength of the world before. If we are too preached, we will be excluded. It's better to enjoy the last gap time for entertainment."

"And...the number of people that can be increased has the last two places."

Kaneki Silence: "You don't believe in samurai and superpowers."

"It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not, even if they choose to face me with swords, so what? It's just to make this opera more enthusiastic." Altaire smiled with disdain: "It was the first person at the beginning, come out, don't worry, the people here are not your enemies."

Under the dim moonlight, a figure showed that he was standing there, out of place with the moonlight, like a dark sun, excluding the moonlight, burning quietly, wearing the clothes of the students after the innovation, his body was even, not particularly healthy or slim, and his finger gloves were engraved with a golden sun emblem, and there was the same sun flame wheel behind him, with a strong face but not aging.

"You are not my enemies, but you are not my comrades." The young man said, touching the back of his head with some irritation: "Although I heard about the detailed environment, I really can't figure it out."

Ken Kaneki instinctively felt a strong danger from the young man's body. Although he looked no different from an ordinary human, his blood was filled with the energy of fire as hot as magma... very similar to the monster controlling purple flames.

"No, I don't ask you to fight side by side with us." Jun Ji changed his seat: "Just just help to control someone, he looks like your acquaintance."

"……who?"

"Yathina."

These three words fell into my ears. A red flame suddenly lit in the young man's suspicious eyes. His five fingers clenched, and his right fist made a real red flame ignited. The red flame burned the air and distorted the light: "Eighth God is also... I don't have fun inquire about this complicated environment. It seems much easier at the moment. This is just a battle situation. He and I must decide a top and bottom. There is no need to be a Kof competition, and there will be no obstacles from others. It's best."

"I have a very arbitrary reply, I'm very freehand. Summoning you is the right choice. Then I will install a space for you two to fight alone. Please be sure to have fun. If so, please be careful not to die." Jun Ji was having fun.

"I will definitely win and end everything." The young man said that he cut his axe and cut his strength. After saying that, he turned around and left, waved his hand: "I will return before dusk. Before that, I will go out and take a walk. It's precious to come to another world. It's so regretful not to go and see it."

Ken Kaneki whispered: "He is stubborn and deserves to be a person in the same world."

"But this also confirms that he will not lie. The first place has been confirmed, and the next person..." Altaire closed his eyes and said, "The attitude is very mysterious."

“How mysterious is it?”

"It's so mysterious that I can't say it all in one word, as if a bomb might not be possible... I hope it won't explode in my palm." Jun Ji said slowly: "That's all for now, Lord Jinmu, I'm going to concentrate on the stage."

"I will guarantee the safety around me." Ken Kaneki nodded.

"It's been a struggle."

Before Kaneki was about to leave, Junji suddenly asked: "Grandma Kitanki, what is your hope?"

"After now, do you need to ask again?"

"Because your unexpectedly uprightness is hidden in your heart, but there is excessive fragility. My hope is just a pursuit of shattering, but... if you can, you can only have weak approximation, and I will fulfill your hope." Altaire closed his eyes: "What you desire is not the end of the world, but hope, a beautiful world that is no longer filled with hopelessness."
Chapter completed!