[To Dehisa: I lost a lot during the entrance exam, so I need to work to earn money.

Can I play with you after the results come out?]

[To Dehisa: This is the first time I'm playing with friends like this. Should we agree on a place to meet up, or should I go find you?

After all, we're going to be classmates in the future. It's better to get familiar with each other earlier.]

[to?

Muramura:!!!!!]

It seemed like this was Dehisa's first time as well.

?

Kōichi Murakami continued to type on the screen. [To Dehisa: Actually, I don't want to go out to play on my day off. I just want to play with you (*). So can I go to your house?]

Midaya Dehisa's brain stopped working. Even when he was very young and had a good relationship with Xiao Sheng, he was only invited out to play. This was the first time someone took the initiative to come to his house. He was super nervous.

He picked up his phone in a panic and rushed to Midaya Primer — his mother. He stuttered, "Mom, I have a friend coming over in a few days. Can I invite him to our house?"

Midaya Primer was a little surprised, but then she smiled happily. "Of course you can invite a friend who has been away for a long time.

Is it a boy or a girl? Is there anything you like to eat? "That's great.

Midaya Dehisa quickly sent a message to ask. "It's a boy. He said he doesn't have any particular dietary restrictions.

Ah, mom, remember to wake me up early tomorrow. I need to tidy up the house in advance. "

Midaya Primer was half relieved and half happy. "Let me know when you agree on the time. I also need to prepare in advance."

Midaya Dehisa nodded excitedly and turned to go back to his room. After reading the message several times, his eyes locked onto the word 'classmate' at the end. His originally excited mood suddenly disappeared. He was silent for a while before he weakly replied.

[to?

Muramura: Of course, I've already told mom. Can the specific time be next Sunday?

But before?

Muramura, you said that we'll be classmates in the future. It's probably impossible …]

[To Dehisa: What happened?]

After a long time, Midaya Dehisa's message came.

[to?

Tsutomu: Well … some things happened. After thinking about it, although I'm not happy about it, I don't regret it. We'll talk about it when we meet.

In short?

You seem to be very confident. I'm a little curious about your personality.]

[To Dehisa: My personality isn't suited for combat at all. It's considered a support personality.

He was able to pass the exam because Teacher Mike had said that there was no restriction on weapons. He had also contacted the school in advance to ask.

Then, I'll bring over all the surveillance drones that can be used. After detecting the target, we'll attack if we can. If we can't, we'll let the surveillance drones self-destruct.

In the end, they all exploded, so the losses were huge. _ (: з 」 ∠) _]

There was no reply for a long time.

On the other side, Midaya Dehisa's entire body was drained of color. His posture resembled that of a famous painting as he screamed in his heart.

Coming back to his senses, Midaya Dehisa covered his mouth and muttered, "No, in the end, it's a matter of intelligence."

Present Mike had also mentioned that there was no restriction on weapons when he was explaining, but at that time, I was so focused on the upcoming exam that I didn't notice. No, at that time, I thought that only people with special personalities could use weapons. In other words, to further confirm? "

Tsutomu had also contacted the school to ask and specially brought over support items that could be used to investigate and injure the enemy.

How amazing. He had done his best to improve his shortcomings within the rules.

Midaya Dehisa picked up his phone and lay on his back on the bed, staring at the screen in a daze.

He clenched his teeth and held back his tears. Even if I can't pass the Heroica exam, even if I enter the general exam, I will become a hero.

The emotional teenager fell asleep as he thought about it.

Did something happen on Dehisa's side? He hasn't replied for a long time.

He threw his phone aside and arranged the things he brought back.

Kōichi Murakami fiddled with the collected worker bee corpses on the table. Why did I think that they could explode at that time?

What happened when I wasn't sure? How did I get these things? I remember that I only set them to self-destruct. Why did they explode?

Fortunately, he recovered the wreckage. What excuse could he use to fool them later?

He poked at the parts with the screwdriver in his hand. There weren't many places that could be used, so he simply destroyed them all and collected new materials to make them again.

He rummaged through the specially opened materials room.

Kōichi Murakami found yellow solid objects under the experiment table that were sealed by black opaque glue.

He silently took all the brick-like things here to the experiment table. There were a total of six pieces.

He looked for the most recent purchase list. It was after Ormet came to Japan. After browsing through it, he tore it to pieces.

He busily adjusted the disintegrating agent and destroyed the pile of bricks. After confirming that there was nothing left.

Kōichi Murakami broke one of his ulna bones.

After fixing the broken ulna, he walked out of the materials room and went to his room.

The only light in the room was the computer. He leaned close to the screen and looked at the family photo on it.

"Dad, mom, I'm sorry. I used that knowledge again.

Ah, the luckiest thing for me besides meeting mom and dad was that the first world I learned when I was born was a world of ordinary people. It allowed me to have normal three views and behavior.

I know dad likes good children the most. "

There were currently a total of thirty-seven worlds that had been unlocked and recorded.

Only thirteen of them could be used normally. The remaining twenty-four were full of indescribable and indescribable strangeness. Intuition told him that he would be dragged into the abyss if he tried to understand them.

Among the thirteen worlds that could be used, only three were peaceful. One was normal, which he learned when he was born, one was a world of future technology, and one was a world that could not be defined. The remaining ten were existences that had collapsed. Only a large number of blueprints and formulas were left, and the meaning of them was to create death.

Thinking of the destroyed products, his mood instantly fell. "That shaping candy, it was my fault that I made it. What if it was leaked!

I want to be a hero like you. I want to feel your life. I don't want to disappoint you.

But why can't I control myself? Why did you leave me? "

Tears fell from his face, and he sobbed. "What should I do, mom?

I'm so scared. "I'm scared of shaming you and being reviled by the world.

My mom and dad are the heroes of this world. I can't be an enemy that destroys the world. He hugged himself and curled up in front of the computer. He cried softly as he opened the precious folder, which stored all the images of his parents that he had recorded with the camera.

"Murakami, this snake may be lazy and fat, but it actually has paralyzing venom. However, it has a gentle temperament. As long as you don't provoke it, you can touch it however you want."

Sea Muramori smiled and stroked the snake in front of the camera. It had a camera?

Ayako Mura's voice came from above the camera. "There are many of these snakes in the mountains. I'll bring you here to play during the holidays …" He smiled through his tears and interacted with his parents on the screen, recalling bits and pieces of their time together.

After a long time, he wiped away his tears and calmed down. He comforted himself. "It's okay, it's okay. I'll solve it before it really happens."

"Dad, mom, I've passed the Xiong Ying Exam. I'll be a hero soon.

The three years of middle school passed by very uneventfully. Speaking of which, I don't even remember the names of my classmates.

Most of Heroica's students will become heroes in the future. I have to establish a good relationship with them in advance. "

"Mom, according to what you said, I've made a friend. His name is Midaya Dehisa."

The teenager opened the information he had obtained from the investigation. "Let me see. He actually has no personality. According to the situation of this society, how did he come up with the idea of becoming a hero?

No one supports him and is willing to believe that he will become a hero.

Dad, I'm not saying that people with no personality can't become heroes. Doesn't this society think that people with no personality can't become heroes? "

"He's been bullied by his classmates until now. He's the laughingstock of the class.

No one has ever helped him, so why is he willing to come and comfort me when I'm a stranger? "

"He's met an enemy before?

The one who was held hostage was Young Nairan, who looked down on him the most. Then why is he willing to rush forward when all the other professional heroes are standing still? "

The teenager repeatedly watched the video of the silt incident from beginning to end. He found a photo of Midaya Dehisa's face in a smoky shot. "He's clearly about to cry.

But … he gives me the same feeling as Dad. "

"Mom, is this the inspiration you're giving me?

To be able to become friends with this kind of existence, maybe I can learn something from him … "

"Dad, Ormet is here. Why aren't you guys going home yet …"

The teenager waited for the bones to heal before removing the bandage.

He imported the video and audio of the exam into the computer.

He quickly played the video recorded by the worker bees, and edited the clips of the students who were obviously qualified to be admitted into the school.

He hid his weakness and focused on the analysis.

It was the first time he had seen so many different personalities. It should be called strange or a mess. Most people relied purely on their personalities to fight. It could only be said that they were trained.

This personality wasn't bad, but it was a pity that the owner was too eager for quick success. The man in the video melted the asphalt ground under the imaginary enemy to restrict its movements. While luring it to attack other targets, he pretended to attack the imaginary enemy to deliberately soften the asphalt under its feet.

It was really stupid to think that it wasn't intentional damage because it was difficult to control the ability.

By the time he finished watching a small portion of the video, it was already two o 'clock in the morning. He packaged the videos of the students who violated the rules and sent them to the Xiong Ying School's special email address.

Kōichi Murakami's face glowed with the computer screen's blue light. He frowned in thought.

The school's imaginary enemy was probably created for this exam.

It couldn't be said to be crude. It had all the functions it should have, but it was subtly off the mark.

The school's defense system with this kind of thing had probably been broken through dozens of times.

The weaknesses and strengths were equally striking. Even the weakness of the imaginary enemy with 0 points was very obvious.

Most importantly, there was a magnified image of a huge robot wreckage on the computer screen. The second-generation Imaginary Enemy of the Empire was written with the production number X000YZE2018.

What kind of surprise easter egg was this?