[Comprehensive] The god judge voluntarily was hidden by the gods

Recently, Daigo Kyoya has experienced the most frequent intermittent amnesia in history.This kind of operation caused him a lot of trouble, but it did not exceed his processing ability.

In the labyrinth-like reality, he gradually found the rules and boundaries.

Exports are at your fingertips.

The answer seemed to be coming out, but my chest felt melancholy, almost suffocating.

The illusion of self righteousness.

Meaningless self-awareness.

His existence itself is the word trouble.

"Wow!" Hotaru saw Daigo Kyoya, trotted forward, happily, "Kyoya, you came to see me!"

Hotaru is the preparatory priest of the shrine. He always claims that he is one of the gods enshrined, and he is also the popular king of the shrine.

But when did this shrine... start and become so popular?

"Yes, yes," Daigo Kyoya touched Hotaru's head with one hand, and raised the handbag with the other, "I brought your favorite wagashi."

"Firefly, if you eat too many snacks, you won't be able to eat the main meal." Akashi Kokukyo unceremoniously extended his arms, bypassing Hotaru and took the handbag, "Temporarily confiscated."

"National Bank!" Hotaru's small face puffed up, "I'm not such an unrestrained idiot!"

Daigo Kyoya only raised the corners of his mouth slightly, watching the two brothers fight absent-mindedly.

Kokomaru put down the broom, put the wisteria garland on his arm and put it on Daigo Kyoya's head.

Daigo Kyoya patted his head: "Thank you."

"What happened?" Xiaohumaru helped him tidy up his sideburns, "You don't seem to be in a good mood."

"No, nothing happened," Daigo Kyoya lowered his eyes, "it's just that... I discovered something that I hadn't discovered before."

"Is it bothering you?"

"Do not."

Daigo Kyoya closed her eyes.

"Just a little... scared."

Xiaohuwan tilted his head.

"It must be fine." He nodded Daigo Kyoya's forehead, "The only one who can control fate is you."

In the main hall, priests in green hunting clothes lit incense sticks.

"Kyomi?" Ishikirimaru turned around, "Aren't you going to class today?"

"Skipped class."

"..."

"..."

"Come to worship at such a time," Ishikirimaru tapped his palm with the imperial coin, "What do you want to pray for?"

Daigo Kyoya just shook his head.

"No matter what you pray for," he murmured, "it won't solve this situation."

In the courtyard, there was a sound of frightened deer, and birds flew.

"I understand." Ishikimaru smiled and put down the coin.He walked up to Daigo Kyoya, took his hand, and pressed it to his forehead. "So……"

"I wish you a prosperous martial arts."

When Daigo Kyoya left the shrine, it was already dark.The stone steps spread down from the shrine on the top of the mountain, extending an amazing length.

In the cold night, the moon was covered by clouds and mist, and hundreds of billions of stars twinkled in the sky.

"Have you been here?" Daigo Kyoya suddenly said, "I know, you have been watching me silently in the dark."

After a long time, when he was trembling slightly due to the mountain wind, a layer of white cloth covered his head.

"Yes," Kunihiro Yamabashi with blue eyes and blond hair stood behind him, "I've been here all the time."

"You've been helping me for a long time, long before anyone else," Daigo Kyoya didn't look back, "but I don't even know your name."

He took a deep breath: "Why?"

"...Because," Kunihiro Yamababa said with a hint of chagrin in his voice, "you look...happy."

In this world, Daigo Kyoya has a new family and a new life.Not only that, but in his seemingly ordinary daily life, supernatural elements such as vampires have also been added, which will not make people feel bored at all.

He felt that his presence in front of Daigo Kyoya was a complete hindrance.

"This world," Daigo Kyoya grabbed the white cloth on his body, "is it a game?"

"...What if, this is really a game?"

"..."

"..."

"What?" Daigo Kyoya held his forehead and curled up, "Is everything... all false?"

How could such a dramatic thing happen?

"My family, friends, past... are they all made up?"

If it is a game, it must be the legendary holographic game.

"You, you, are in it again..."

Before Daigo Kyoya could finish speaking, Yamabasaki Kunihiro hugged him from behind.

"You are the one who has long been invincible," his voice was calm and sincere, "You control our destiny."

Daigo Kyoya opened his eyes wide.

"I assure you, my whole life," he paused, "I have lost to you."

After the words fell, Kunihiro Yamabuki let go of his hand.

Daigo Kyoya turned her head abruptly, and there was an empty space behind her.

Looking from this angle, above the torii, the cold moon hangs high.

The clouds and mist have dispersed, and the stars have disappeared.

"It's almost there." Daigo Kyoya looked directly at the moon, feeling a sharp pain in his eye sockets, as if burned by the soft moonlight, "Information collection... ends here."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga rubbed his eyes.

Just now……

"The moon," he murmured, "was shaken?!"

The next moment, the whole world was shaken.

Large swaths of the dream collapsed, fragments of the past, future, and present were intertwined, and the edges continued to disintegrate like dominoes.

Everyone stood there, looking in a certain direction at the same time—the direction of Daigo Kyoya.

"Is it already the limit?" Tsurumaru Kuninaga scratched his head, "The dream has reset again..."

As if fading, Tsurumaru Kuninaga's figure became indistinct.

Not only that, but his silver hair and white clothes seemed to be covered with a layer of gray, making it extremely dull; there were traces of red mist in the pupils, which seemed a little hideous.

This is the appearance of contamination.

"Oops," he sighed as he saw the scenery behind his palm through his palm, "If I do it again, I may not be able to hold on."

This is caused by a lack of spiritual power.

In fact, all Touken Fusangshen are faced with such troubles—the contract with the master is severed, they lack enough strength to support their bodies, and sooner or later they will turn back into priceless iron blocks.

It's just that Tsurumaru Kuninaga has reached the point of exhaustion while others are still able to do a job with ease.

"If you don't have the help of the master to filter it, and then absorb this," Tsurumaru Kuninaga looked at the tyrannical pure energy around him, and the expression on his face suddenly collapsed, "I will become ugly?"

Pure energy is the most primitive force, and its composition is complex and uneven.If it is not coordinated by Daigo Kyoya, the god judge, Token Fusangshin will face great risks.

risk of falling.

"The filthy black crane," Tsurumaru Kuninaga sighed again, and said to himself, "will he be hated by the master?"

Having said that, it is worse than being hated by the master, but not being able to keep up with him anymore.

He promised to witness the end of Daigo Kyoya.

But in this way, maybe he will take a step first...

"Candekiri," Kunihiro Yamababa appeared in front of Candekiri Mitsutada, grabbing him by the front, "Where's Tsurumaru?!"

"Hey? Are you looking for Mr. Tsuru?" Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada didn't know, so, "Sorry, I don't know."

"hateful!"

Kunihiro Yamababa couldn't help punching the wall, turned around and wanted to leave.

"Ah—wait, Yamabukiri, do you know what's going on?" Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada held him back, "What happened here?"

"The world has reset."

"Reset?"

"This isn't Master's first dream," Yamabuchi Kunihiro also calmed down, not in a hurry to find someone, "it won't be the last either."

"Hey? Why?"

"Even if the master has amnesia, he is not mentally retarded. As time goes by, he will always find something is wrong." Yamabuki Kunihiro said with a gloomy face: "So, every time he reaches the limit, he will reset the dream and replace the last All traces of the dream are cleared."

Only by doing so, can Daigo Kyoya's thirst for knowledge be satisfied at the right time, ensuring that he will never remember things.

Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro and Tsurumaru Kuninaga have experienced this reset many times.

The reason why they refused to appear in front of Daigo Kyoya...

It is because he is already quite weak and cannot maintain the normal color matching for a long time, so it is easy for Daigo Kyoya to see the problem.

"Tsurumaru can't hold on anymore, we have to find him..." At this point, Yamabuki Kunihiro blinked suspiciously, "This time...isn't it a reset?"

The wind was blowing from all directions, and Daigo Kyoya stood there, motionless.

Where does he belong?

Where did I go astray?

If so, there is nothing here.

Why did he stay here?

--no.

This is another world, another time.

It was obviously a brand new day, but compared with yesterday, it seemed to be the same.

Take him as the center and never change.

— can't remember.

It seems that there is a bell ringing in the distance, and it seems to happen right next to the ear.

The whole world shook accordingly.

Circle after circle of ripples rippled on the water mirror, and the ripples rippled, setting off huge waves.

"...Wow," Tsurumaru Kuninaga rubbed his eyes again, "Master?!"

Suddenly, Daigo Kyoya appeared in front of him, which startled him a lot.

"This really scared me," Tsurumaru Kuninaga took a step back subconsciously, "I was going to scare you... Oh, don't look at me!"

"I'm not handsome at all now." He frantically tried to cover his unrestored head and face, "Turn your head away!"

But Daigo Kyoya took a step forward and reached out to hold his cheek.

"why."

"what?"

"Why?" Daigo Kyoya leaned very close, almost touching his face, even breathing intertwined, "Do you have thorns in your eyes?"