Supernatural powers are intellectual and handicapped, how do I survive

"Anyway, that's what's going on, how about it, can you understand?"

The young man in military uniform who claimed to be Pandora's Actor smiled, his iris-colored eyes that were supposed to be soft were half-closed, and there seemed to be a dark light of unknown meaning surging in the depths of his eyes.

The young man stretched out his hand, making a gesture to take away the empty plate on the dining table.However, at the moment when the fingertips touched the upper edge, the porcelain plate with only oil-absorbing paper and food residue inside disappeared in an instant.

Sigma, who didn't know what the opponent's ability was, only thought it was the effect of Pandora's Actor's ability, and didn't show too much surprise reaction.

"……Um."

He pondered for a long time, struggling to digest the excessive amount of information that he was forced to receive in his brain, and nodded slowly with a complex expression.

"Although it's still hard to accept, I just need to know a little bit..." The long white and lavender hair fell from the young man's shoulders. He took a deep breath, and his words revealed a sense of relief, "I'm not Alone."

It seems that as long as it is for this moment, it doesn't matter how much suffering I have suffered.

He may never have the same kind in this world, but it doesn't matter, as long as he has his family, he will never be displaced.

The blizzard outside the window became more and more violent. The howling wind rolled up the curtain of white snow and slammed the glass window, making the seemingly weak glass window make a "creak" sound.

The heavy snow flying all over the sky completely obscured the vision of the people inside the house. Looking around, the snow field at the end of the vision seemed to be swallowed by darkness, and no details could be seen clearly.

Sigma, who was attracted by the sudden change of weather outside the window, came back to his senses. He seemed ashamed of his distraction. He blushed and asked the two young people at the table hesitantly.

"Sigma, are you the ones who got my name?"

"No, it's you." The young man in military uniform shook his head, not intending to hide this information.

"To be precise, it's you in the future. We learned about this in advance through the 'book'." The black-robed youth who called himself Fyodor put down the black tea cup in his hand, stood up, and went to the low cabinet next to the fireplace. , rummaging through several heavy literature books placed here.

The books here are all works of great Russian writers.

He first skipped the "Crime and Punishment", and slowly touched another book with a binding that could be called a work of art with his fingertips covered in black gloves, and pulled it out from among the many books.

Fyodor's tone was as elegant as ever. After finding the target, he returned to his seat, placed the book in front of himself, and said casually: "But according to the only information available now, it is speculated that you are Tolstoy. of."

"Tolstoy..." Sigma chewed on this strange name with a blank expression, and combined with the amount of information he knew little, he came to a certain conclusion with difficulty.

"Am I Russian?"

Faced with a blank background, Sigma had speculated about where he used to live during the years of being captive.It's just that his hair color is too strange. Apart from playing in a band, he can't think of any other possibilities for this half-parted hair.

Do Russians have this weird half-parted hair?

The elegant black-robed youth did not express his opinion, and read a string of names in standard Russian, "The full name is Leo Nikolaevich Tolstoy."

In the end, he shook his head slightly and returned to the Japanese used by the three of them to talk, "It's just that this statement has not been confirmed, and even we can't be sure."

Sigma has an extremely strong desire to find out what her real name is.However, he, who should have never heard Russian, also understood what Fyodor said, just like when he was forced to be a slave.

Even though he has no memory of learning this language, even if he is suddenly asked to speak a language he has never heard before, he can't do it.

However, once you hear the example sentence, even if it's just too short a sentence.Then he can understand the meaning of this, and firmly hold the key to unlocking a language talent, and it won't take long for him to be able to fully communicate in this new language.

It is precisely because of this that the terrorists mistook me for not being able to understand their conversations, so I was able to escape from detention time and time again.

Fyodor handed the literature book in front of Sigma to Sigma, and asked an extremely important question calmly while the other party took the book.

"Is that ticket still there?"

"Huh?" Sigma's expression was blank for a moment, and his brain couldn't turn the corner for a while, so he could only make meaningless inquiries.

He woke up from the desert about two and a half years ago, and he doesn't remember anything, even his past life is blank.The only thing he has is a ticket in his hand.

Originally, he was still wondering why Fyodor knew about this, but before he could utter the question, Sigma suddenly came to his senses.Only then did he realize that the other party was not an ordinary human being either. If it was a "book", it would not be surprising to know this.

But that ticket...

"It's lost." He replied dryly.

In the past two and a half years, I have never been able to escape from that desert. I can only wander between one criminal organization after another, and try to escape before they decide to deal with me.

This cycle goes on and on, and the only ticket has long since disappeared.

Pandora, who picked up a piece of dessert, held her chin, chewed the pastry without any etiquette, and muttered inarticulately, "It's no wonder, after all, it's been so long, it's difficult to even save your life in that environment, let alone Don't talk about these extraneous things."

As if the pastry was too dry, the choked curly-haired youth froze suddenly.He patted his chest hard, his face turned blue and purple, and he let out a moan that was too weird as if he was on the verge of death. He grabbed his lover's teacup and began to pour it into his mouth.

"According to the original direction, you will appear in front of the world in half a year." Reluctantly flushing the pastry choked in her throat, Pandora looked sluggish, her upper body flattened on the table, "From the memory From that moment on, exactly three years."

Fyodor raised his hand and patted his lover's head through the military cap as a gesture of reassurance.

"Tolstoy's world view has changed dramatically, and it took three years to complete "Confessions." The Russian youth with purple eyes said casually. He turned his head and looked at the "Confessions" he was holding. Sigma tapped the table with his fingertips.

"And at the end of his life, he died at a small station..."

The young man who was about to open the cover paused slightly, and there was an unbelievable light in the depths of his pale gray eyes.

Died at the station, and the ticket in his hand when he woke up, could this really be a coincidence?

"So the ticket in your hand is very interesting." Fyodor chuckled, "Does it look like a traveler who has completed his life's journey, so as to get a chance for a new life?"

The limitation of the "book" is already very clear. Anything written on it must have a complete cause and effect, otherwise it will never be realized.

Sigma cannot be created out of thin air. A young man with an adult body wakes up in the desert. The logic chain before that must be completed like writing a novel.

For example, [an old man who died at the station, because of a certain superhuman ability, regained his youthful appearance and was transferred to the middle of the desert.He lost all his memories, but also gained a new life because of it. 】

In this way, it is impossible for Majin to find out about Sigma's past.Because those who knew his face had already disappeared in the torrent of time, and the old man never left any image...

"Is Tolstoy a writer?" Not knowing what the other party was thinking, Sigma stared at the literature book for a long time, stroking the string of names in gold on the cover with his fingertips.

Could this person really be his past?

Pandora, who was choked once, didn't learn how to behave. He grabbed another piece of pastry, peeled off the outer paper cup holder, and answered Sigma's question vaguely.

"That's right, a critical realist writer, but also a political thinker and philosopher, in Russia in the mid-19th century."

"It's so long ago..." The young man seemed to be frightened by the time in the 19th century. He pursed his lips tightly to control his facial expression, and slowly opened the book that was bound like a work of art.

The old light yellow paper came into view, other than that, there was no trace on the pages.

Sigma blinked blankly, fearing that there might be something wrong with his eyes, he flipped back and forth many times before asking in confusion, "Blank?"

Why would you give him a blank book on purpose?

"Sure enough."

Fyodor was not surprised by this situation, "It's not the time yet, it's not the time you can watch these."

"What do you mean?" The young man slowly closed the book and asked his family in a weak tone.

I don't know if it's his illusion, but the content of this conversation is too subtle, it's almost like parents educating their son who secretly hides pornographic books.

"All the literature books on this low cabinet actually have text."

Pandora, who was eating a small cake, stretched out his free hand, pointed to the low cabinet next to the fireplace, and stuffed the rest of the cake into his mouth three or two times, explaining in a muffled voice, "But for people in this world , no one can see."

"It's a protection mechanism."

The young man wrapped in a slim black robe had an inexplicable smile on his lips, and said softly, "Sigma, do you believe in the existence of God?"

When asked about his belief suddenly, Sigma hesitated for a while.After a long silence, he replied in an uncertain tone: "I... probably believe it."

Since there are higher-level things in this world than people with supernatural powers, does that mean that there are really gods?

Just like his two family members... Can this non-human identity be called a "god"?

"Then the contents of these writings can only be seen by gods." The pale-skinned Russian young man said slowly in a familiar elegant tone resounding in this small wooden house.

Seemingly getting a satisfactory answer, Fyodor closed his eyes slightly, explaining with a smile between his brows and eyes, "If the lower-level human beings try to spy on them and use improper means to learn about these contents, they will go crazy. "

"..."

Sigma's expression turned unnatural, but after more than two years of captivity, his character has become too cautious.Even if he noticed something strange, he didn't dare to say it immediately.

Something is not quite right.

It seems that from the moment the word "God" was mentioned, Fyodor, who used to feel extremely cold, seemed to be a different person inside.

Perhaps this strangeness appeared earlier, from the moment he came to the wooden house, something was wrong.It's just that I didn't notice it for a while because my heart was too chaotic.

The blizzard outside the window was like the mournful cry of a lost traveler, constantly irritating his eardrums, and the fine sting like needles spread all over his back, and cold sweat slipped across Sigma's forehead unknowingly.

Once he calmed down, he realized that the sense of belonging that Fyodor brought to him had disappeared since he did not know when.

Pandora, who was devoting herself to gnawing on the pastry, didn't seem to notice the abnormality of her "son", and added while licking the residue on her fingers: "After all, this is related to the existence of the origin of the world. In order to prevent the secret from being leaked, we also That's the only way to do it."

After struggling to take a few deep breaths, Sigma finally calmed down his beating heart, bit his lips and struggled to make a sound.

"Can I ask a question?"

His pale gray eyes fixed on Pandora with a meaningless expression, and his fingertips inadvertently clenched the book that he couldn't read, and the front end even lost its color due to the long-term oppression.

Even in the face of his family who made him no longer alone, it was still too difficult for him to ask a certain question.

Pandora's Actor restrained her frivolous attitude slightly, put on the appearance of a good parent, and showed an extremely gentle smile.

"You can say whatever you want, and you don't have to be so reserved in front of us." He said gently in a serious and magnetic voice, but there seemed to be an unknown darkness hidden deep in those iris-colored eyes.

He had seen through Sigma's nervousness.

The young man with half-colored long hair once again showed his uneasiness, and even his voice trembled a little, "What the hell is this place? Where did Mr. Fyodor go?"

His overly chaotic mood was like the heavy snow outside the house, which made him, who could only escape from the bad weather through an old log cabin, feel more panic in his heart.

He should trust his "family", so why is there such fear?

The reason is probably very simple. The inexplicably friendly feeling about Fyodor disappeared completely at some point.It was as if all this was just a well-arranged trap, in the name of his family, to lure him into the cage voluntarily.

Calm down...he has to calm down...what the two said before is not false, and there is Pandora's Actor here.He was still the same as at the beginning, with a warm aura that made him want to cry...

"Fyodor?"

Pandora, with her usual complexion, tilted her head, looked at the young man in black robe sitting directly opposite her, raised her chin and said, "Isn't he right here?"

However, Fyodor's performance was much stiffer than before.

He didn't make any answer, but silently filled the black teacup in front of him, then stared at his own reflection in the teacup, thinking about something.

It's like a puppet controlled by people, when there is no designated line, it will not give unnecessary reactions.

"Mr. Fyodor seems to be different from the beginning..."

Sigma swallowed, barely suppressing the soreness coming from his chest, and boldly explained, "I don't have the strong sense of belonging at the beginning, even though I'm still drinking tea and chatting, I don't feel the same anymore. It's the same."

Obviously, at the beginning, because my mind was too confused, I was so shocked by the truth of the "book" that I couldn't think, and I didn't notice the strangeness at the first time.

The young man pursed his lips and whispered, "It's like the most ordinary stranger..."

Pandora, who had an inexplicably complicated expression, suddenly collapsed her shoulders as if she was discouraged, and curled her lips and said, "So you noticed it."

He waved his hand, and the big living people sitting on the other side of the table disappeared in an instant, just like he had handled those dinner plates before.It seems that only one thought of Pandora is needed, and everything in this wooden house can be manipulated by his thoughts.

The real Fyodor never appeared in this house.

"If you calm down, it's actually easy to tell." The alarm was completely lifted, and the sense of crisis oppressing Sigma disappeared.He breathed a sigh of relief, explaining the reason why he would find out with a rather complicated expression.

The blizzard outside the window finally showed signs of slowing down.

The young man in uniform clapped his hands in admiration, "Well...Leaving aside this issue, what do you think about the environment?"

Even though he had left so many holes in the scene early on, Pandora's Actor wanted to hear Sigma's own answer.

"I'm not very clear. I originally guessed that this place should be Russia... The scenery outside the house and the various furnishings in the room told me so." Sigma replied, still revealing a bit of tension in his words.

He scratched his chin uncomfortably, subconsciously avoided the other party's gaze, and got the voice of the young man who jokingly called himself his mother, beckoning him to continue.

"uh-huh."

Sigma pursed her lips, turned her head cautiously, stared at the snowy scene outside the window, and continued to explain: "But the clock by the fireplace hasn't been moved for so long, and the wind and snow outside are so heavy, but I always feel that there is something in the blizzard. Something is peeping in here, and it's making me very anxious."

At first, the sense of stability of finding his family subsided, followed by uncontrollable panic, and the blizzard outside made it even more difficult for him to let go of his mind.

There is always the illusion of falling into a sweet trap.

The mournful howling brought by the hurricane disappeared, and the darkened sky outside the window also faintly showed signs of sunlight penetrating through.

It seems that the weather here seems to change with his mood.

"The place you first came to is indeed Siberia in reality." The young man in military uniform who didn't intend to continue dressing up stood up, walked slowly to the window frame, and stared at the endless white scene outside the window.

"Just for a moment."

In other words, where they are now is not somewhere in Siberia.

Realizing this, Sigma followed Pandora's back and asked softly, "Then where is this place?"

He didn't think there was any problem with the connection of scenes around him.If the place where they first arrived was really Siberia in reality, then how did they make themselves come to the place where they are now without noticing?

Even the initial teleportation and the scene switching in front of me felt unnatural for a moment...

Is it a supernatural ability that can trap people in dreams, or some other power that I don't know?

"To put it simply, it's in the 'book'." Pandora's Actor, who didn't intend to continue to play tricks, replied.

"The moment you arrived in Siberia, I, who held you, instantly opened up this space that was built in advance."

"The houses here are imitated, the environment is also imitated, even the climate."

As if he felt that he hadn't explained the point, the young man in the dark yellow military uniform turned around and used the simplest ability as an example: "It's like a space system ability that makes you disappear from this world out of thin air. No Master's invitation, no one is allowed to step in."

"But isn't Mr. Fyodor also a 'book'? Why didn't he come in?" Sigma's expression was occupied by confusion, and he couldn't quite understand the current situation.

Since this is the inside of the "book", why didn't Fyodor, who is also a "book", fail to come here?

The moment he heard this question, the smile on the face of the curly-haired youth disappeared.

The face carefully carved by God is expressionless, like a sculpture standing in the house.Almost perfect, but without any emotion that any creature should have.

Even Sigma, who had complete trust in the young man who was his family, was frightened by their reaction and froze slightly.

After a long while, Pandora's Actor finally recovered from that penetrating state, slowly lowered the brim of his hat, and said hoarsely, "Because that's not him."

The young man suddenly talked about a seemingly irrelevant topic, with bitterness in his tone overflowing.

"Gods cannot commit suicide. When they get this power, they will also bear the shackles called eternity. Not to mention, this power represents the origin of the world. If we die hastily, the world will follow suit." perish."

"But in fact, the only person who came to see you from the beginning was me, Fyodor, who was traveling with me. It was just an illusion constructed by my memory..."

Because that Fyodor was constructed by himself, that is, the "book", Sigma also felt close to him.

"Could it be that Mr. Fyodor is no longer here?" Sigma's expression turned pale in an instant, having never expected this kind of truth.

If this is the case, then what kind of mood did Pandora's Actor have to finish this one-man show in front of him?