Supernatural powers are intellectual and handicapped, how do I survive

When he opened his eyes, what he saw was a pale ceiling.The smell of disinfectant in the air penetrated into the nasal cavity, and mixed with the faint scent of flowers coming from the half-closed window, formed a strange smell that made one feel dizzy.

The head hurts, and the function of the lungs seems to be affected. Every breath to maintain the function is short and rapid, and the feeling of oppression is lingering for a long time.Even the body is extremely heavy, as if every part that supports the body is dry and rusty, refusing to obey the instructions from the brain.

The teenager with the ventilator moved his fingers with difficulty, his purple eyes were full of confusion, and his blurred vision gradually became clear.

The last memory stays in the moment when the retina was plunged into pitch black under the high temperature, the firelight dyed the sky red, and the scorching fireball continued to expand, swallowing all the scenes in front of me.After that, this heat also approached him, like an overly enthusiastic death invitation, luring him to the hell called eternal sleep.

Besides, he vaguely remembered that his name was Fyodor.

The place where I am is a private hospital in Tokyo.

Not long after he woke up, the nurse who pushed the door in saw the scene inside, showing an overly surprised expression.His eyes widened uncontrollably, and even the clip of the writing tablet in his arms fell to the ground with a crisp "click".

After that, the doctor with a serious face checked his body comprehensively, and patiently asked many questions that he thought were extremely childish, and his attitude made Fyodor feel uncomfortable.The tone that seemed to be facing a three or four-year-old child did not treat him as a teenager at all.

At the same time, Fyodor also learned some information about himself.

He is an out-and-out Russian. Due to certain accidents, he has been in a coma in the hospital for many years. It may be more accurate to say that he is in a vegetative state.But these years, his relatives did not take him back to his home country, so he was kept in a coma in a hospital in Tokyo until he just woke up not long ago.

Fortunately, his body did not cause other symptoms except that his body was too weak compared to normal people.It only needs a long period of rehabilitation and recuperation. Although you can't do too much exercise in the future, you can still live a normal self-care life.

Until night fell, a gentle breeze blew in from the still half-opened windows, lifting a thin layer of light blue curtains.

The young man who propped up half of the hospital bed and sat leaning on the bed, looked at the scenery outside the house indifferently, and could not detect any emotion from his eyes.

something is not right...

He vaguely felt that he shouldn't be like this, not just identity, past, situation, memory, these things that make up a person.It was something more expansive than that, something that was difficult to describe in words, which made him feel a strong sense of disobedience.

There are problems like the world itself.

The boy's fingertips trembled slightly, and his too weak body made it difficult for him to even do simple actions like turning the pages of a book.The hair that was too long hung down on his shoulders, and with his subtle movements, the ends of the hair brushed across his cheeks, causing itching.

Even his hair was temporarily cut short by a nurse today.It is slightly longer than the average male, but it is better than the waist length before, and it will not affect his normal vision.

The specific details are not very clear, but based on the length of his hair alone, Fyodor is enough to judge the number of years in his so-called coma, which may be longer than expected.

The books on the lap, separated by a thin layer of blanket, are history books about this world.It seems that because he couldn't find the Russian version, the book he asked the nurse to bring was obviously aimed at children. The font was large enough, and there were pinyin beside it, for fear that he might not be able to understand it.

The pale-skinned boy went straight to the end, and the difference in nationality did not make language an obstacle for him.After roughly understanding the modern history of this world by the faint moonlight, Fyodor, who was about to fall asleep due to his exhaustion, frowned and let out a breath slowly.

My head still hurts.

It's like two memories are fighting each other, colliding.One is trying to tell him that there is no problem, this world is like this, and you will feel as if you have passed away because you have been in a coma for too long.

Another memory seems to be sealed in a cage, buried in a certain part deep in the mind, accusing the absurdity of all this.As if the whole world is false, his own memory has been tampered with, wake up from the dream quickly.

Fyodor tried to get more information, but this body was too cumbersome and could only be spent in the hospital in the short term.And because I've been in a coma for too long, I don't have any communication tools around me, and I can't even check the information with a simple mobile phone...

The young man's movements paused slightly, and he subconsciously wanted to raise his hand and bring his thumb to his mouth, as if biting his nails was his habitual action when he was thinking.

Why can mobile phones connect to the Internet?In memory, shouldn't it be a simple communication tool?My parents seem to have one each, and that kind of thing is very bulky, and the small games that come with it are not interesting.

And the Internet, if I remember correctly, can only be connected to a computer. Even rich people will not buy such expensive things hastily. Why can mobile phones have the same function?

Rather, why did he have such a strange idea after being in a coma for a long time?

"Uh-"

The sharp stabbing pain coming from the depths of his brain made him groan. Fyodor suddenly covered his head, and the cold sweat unknowingly soaked his hospital gown.Under the gentle breeze of the night, the wetness sticks to the body.

This seemed to be some kind of warning not to let him continue thinking.

The voice-activated lights in the corridor light up with faint footsteps, and the sound of the cart wheels echoes in the straight corridor.The ward where Fyodor was in was a single room with its own bathroom. It was located at the end of the fifth floor of the inpatient department. There was a safe passage next to it. The public toilet was in the opposite direction, and few people passed by on weekdays.

It seemed that the rounds had just been completed. The two nurses who were not far from the juvenile ward saw the closed door at the end and couldn't help whispering.

"This child is so pitiful..."

The Russian boy who was lying back on the hospital bed tilted his head, as if he was a little surprised that his hearing was so good, and he could hear the two nurses talking softly from such a long distance.

One of the nurses seems to be an old employee of this hospital, and she knows some inside information very well. He was divorced a long time ago, and no one cares about him now."

explode?

Fyodor, who caught the key point, held his breath and tried his best to distinguish the words of the two people in the corridor.

If the reason for his coma was the explosion, it seemed to match up with the flame in his memory.

"Then how did he calculate his medical expenses for so many years? It is difficult for ordinary people to afford such a large single room for so many years in such a large hospital?" Another nurse seemed to be the first Hearing this kind of content once, the tone of voice was a little surprised, and even failed to lower his voice at first, but still remembered to lower his voice after another person reminded him.

"I just heard about this. The mother of the child named Fyodor was originally in business, and she was quite rich. The medical expenses for so many years were also paid there." The nurse said with a tone like It's pity, "But that's all. No one has ever visited him for so many years, so they each have a new life."

"So, even if he wakes up, no relatives will come?"

"The director has already tried to contact his parents, but both sides are evading, saying that he has a brand new family and child, and there is no way to take care of him. It seems that he intends to give enough living expenses and leave the child in Japan. Fend for itself."

"..."

The sound from the corridor became smaller and smaller, and was soon drowned out by the sound of the wheels of the cart, but the information they revealed was enough.

To put it simply, before I became an adult, I would receive a lot of living expenses from my original family every month.With the addition of compensation, after being discharged from the hospital, with this money, he can live a very comfortable life.As long as you don't spend money lavishly and without restraint, you don't have to worry about material issues at all.

Likewise, the money completely bought out his relationship with his parents.

His parents, who were unwilling to take him back to their home country for treatment during the coma, probably broke up their relationship a long time ago, and he has become a burden, so naturally he cannot get the love of either party.

More than ten years, which is much longer than he expected... I am afraid that he was only about four years old when he was seriously injured and unconscious.

He was indeed abandoned.

Fyodor felt as if he had been divided into two, his emotions were completely separated from his body, and he gave a completely different reaction to this dialogue.

He felt no grief, not even the sadness of a normal child when he learns he has been abandoned by his parents.It was as if his biological parents were just irrelevant strangers to him, and because they had nothing to do with each other, it didn't matter what, if they cared too much about him, he would feel annoyed.

They should not exist in your own life.

But his heart felt bursts of pain, and even his eye sockets were unknowingly wet, blurring his vision.Her throat was dry and hoarse, unable to make even the simplest sound, only a silent roar of extreme sadness.

It's really strange that the reason why the heart hurts when you are sad is usually because of the excitement of the sympathetic nerve caused by the emotion, which leads to arrhythmia, elevated blood pressure and other manifestations.His emotions were obviously not fluctuating, why did he have such a reaction?

It's this sense of discord again, this reaction is like the soul and the body are not compatible.Only this body truly felt all the grief, and dominated his consciousness, just watching from the audience.

[Have you heard, you are completely redundant, no matter where you are, you are causing trouble to others. 】

A strange voice appeared in Fyodor's mind, and the boy who was planning to solve his abnormal physical condition through sleep opened his eyes again.He slowly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, sat up with difficulty and looked around the empty ward.

There was no one else in the house except himself, and even the voice-activated incandescent lights in the hallway had long been extinguished, obviously no one was there.

"..." The boy rubbed his eyes, then patted his ears, "Are you hallucinating?"

He didn't feel nervous or scared at all, but the heart of this body was beating wildly, and his breathing became stuffy, obviously he was too frightened.

[People like you, why don't you die quickly? 】

The hollow sound sounded again, but this time it was accompanied by a change of scene.

The ward, which was originally illuminated by the cold moonlight, looked extremely empty, and the lines of the floor began to twist abruptly, gradually turning into a puddle of mud.In his blurred vision, the hospital bed he was on seemed to be swallowed by the ground, and the blank walls were filled with too sharp colors, constantly changing patterns, which made people feel stinging in the eyes.

Seeing that the quagmire was about to engulf his instep, Fyodor, who really felt the cold temperature, finally started to move, trying to avoid this abnormality.

This is probably his hallucination.

"If there is a mental illness, then it will be troublesome."

The pale-skinned young man muttered to himself, before he had time to pull out his slippers from the mud, he could only go to the door of the ward according to his memory of the original room layout, and wanted to leave here temporarily.

In the next second, the sense of weightlessness suddenly swept through his consciousness, Fyodor closed his eyes subconsciously, but unexpectedly fell into a warm embrace.

"Uh-"

The body that was forcibly caught still felt dull pain, and the huge impact almost made his bones fall apart.The boy in the hospital gown took short breaths, waiting for the pain to pass.

"Falling from such a high place is very painful, and it's better to be careful afterwards." The clear boy's voice sounded in his ears, and the man's tone was soothing, and he patted him on the back lightly.

The voice seemed a little familiar, but I couldn't figure out where I heard it before.

"..."

Fyodor slowly opened his eyes, and finally saw clearly the appearance of the boy who caught him.

It was a young man who seemed to be the same age as him, with fluffy dark brown curly hair and a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he would show such a gentle side to everyone.The only strange thing was that the boy was covered with bandages all over his body, even his right eye was covered by bandages.It looked like he was seriously injured, but he couldn't smell the slightest smell of blood at all.

There are a few pure white bats flying beside him. If you don't look carefully, you may think they are moths that like to pounce on the lights at night.Those bats seem to be under the control of the teenager, and they independently defend against the attacks that attack them in this weird space. Every time they block one, the bat will disappear.

Here again, this sense of disobedience.

Although he didn't know why, Fyodor always felt that his emotions were a little strange, as if seeing the curly-haired boy in front of him made him feel sick.

Obviously this is his savior.

"That kind of thing is called a nightmare. It is a kind of creature formed by the condensed negative emotions of human beings. It usually likes to hide in the enchantment, inducing people to have too negative thoughts, and thus brewing tragedies."

When the bats around him were finally exhausted, the boy put Fyodor in a hospital gown properly.Layers of bandages wrapped around his arm danced without wind, and the ends kept breaking off, and then turned into brand new bats.

That seemed to be his method of attack. "Nightmare will make a big mess if it appears in a place like a hospital. It's great to catch up this time." The curly-haired boy tilted his head, extended the bandage on the other hand infinitely, and wove a hammock , let the weak Fyodor sit on top.

"You are……"

"I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Dazai, Osamu Dazai. This time I went to Tokyo to travel with my father, and I usually live in Yokohama. I should be the same age as you, and I'm fifteen this year."

"Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah—"

Just after introducing himself, a sudden attack overturned Osamu Dazai, causing him to dangle in mid-air and let out a strange cry with unknown meaning.

Fortunately, the group of pure white bats helped him stabilize his figure, and he quickly resolved the disaster. The sudden two gunshots also helped him.A red-haired man who appeared to be about 20 years old appeared, wearing a sand-colored coat, holding two guns, and his expression seemed calm.

The curly-haired boy who received the support stopped being distracted and became serious again, using a bandage that seemed to be infinitely extendable to give support to another person.

Not long after, intense flames lit up in front of the boy, and the sound of the explosion almost pierced his eardrum.This too weird space gradually became distorted, and with the sound of crying, laughing and relief, it collapsed in an instant.

Fyodor, who originally wanted to see more clearly, couldn't control his body, so he could only curl up into a ball following his instinctive reaction.After all the turmoil subsided, the cool night wind swept in, and he realized that he had appeared downstairs in the inpatient department at some point, surrounded by some specially planted vegetation.

The feeling of weightlessness just now was really because he fell from the building in hallucination.

"Don't be distracted during the battle, it will be very dangerous." The red-haired man retracted his two guns into the holsters under his coat, successfully covering his weapons.He walked forward slowly, with a serious tone, admonishing the young man with a nonchalant expression.

Osamu Dazai stuck out his tongue. The bandages on his body now looked like ordinary attire. Perhaps in the eyes of uninformed people, he looked like a teenager with a second-year-old middle school illness. He folded his hands together and apologized: "I'm sorry."

"A person with supernatural abilities..." Fyodor, who had witnessed everything in front of him, murmured.

For some reason, this strange word first came to his mind.

He could clearly feel a strong sense of disobedience, but he couldn't find out what was wrong at all, and he could only aggravate his inner doubts.Fyodor narrowed his purple eyes slightly, staring silently at the two in front of him.

He could clearly feel his disgust towards the so-called "supernatural powers", but he couldn't find the reason for his feelings.

In this way, perhaps only by deepening contact with this kind of person can one understand some things that have been haunting his mind since he woke up.

"Well, it sounds like something like an urban legend, but after all, your identity must be kept secret from ordinary people, and you can't use up your abilities at will, otherwise you will be easily involved."

Osamu Dazai was standing on the spot with his hips on his hips, his expression seemed to be very tangled, as if he was thinking about how to word to speak clearly.

"To be honest, there are actually quite a few people with supernatural powers. There are two or three people in an ordinary city, but they are still very rare compared to ordinary people. And usually, people with supernatural abilities will not tell ordinary people about their identities. Yes, the things involved in this are more complicated, and I won't be able to explain it clearly for a while. In short, if you cause trouble, you may be forced into the hospital as a mental patient."

The boy smiled and rewrapped the loose bandage on his arm, "It's not like this kind of thing hasn't happened before."

No, people with supernatural powers shouldn't be like this.

An emotion called absurdity swept through Fyodor's heart.

It is obvious that the existence of people with supernatural powers is not a secret to the high-level people, and even people with a little social status can barely touch the domain of these people.Powerful people with supernatural powers will also be thrown into war, or used as a country's military reserve, and even the government cannot do without such people...

Then why judging from the information given by this young man named Osamu Dazai, people with supernatural powers seem to be in a class of their own, and even the authorities are completely unaware of the existence of such people?

And the nightmare mentioned before always feels like something fabricated out of thin air, and it shouldn't be related to the so-called supernatural powers.

The incarnation of human negative emotions, it may be understood that as long as the existence called nightmare can be eliminated regularly, the sins in this world can be reduced.

According to the inducing sound I heard before, this kind of existence seems to be able to lure someone to commit suicide. Is there a more powerful nightmare that can manipulate humans to commit crimes?

With a splitting headache, Fyodor took a deep breath, forced to hold back the nauseating dizziness, his expression was very cold, and he asked in a trembling voice: "Is it something people with supernatural powers must do to fight against nightmares?" ?”

What surprised him the most was the strange existence of nightmares.

As if it should not exist in the world at all.

"Not necessarily, but all the supernatural power users I know do this. It's like the blue bar in the game. If you want to use the supernatural power, you will consume this part of the energy. If the blue bar is empty, you will not be able to fight. The only The only recovery method is the crystal dropped after defeating the nightmare."

Osamu Dazai pondered for a while, then bent down to pick up a palm-sized red spar from the ground, "It's this kind of thing."

As if realizing that it was too late, the boy took out his phone to check the time, and reminded him, "Is there any problem with Odasaku? You are the teacher who came out to lead the team from the club, is it okay if you leave for too long?" ?”

"It's okay, it's late now, and the students are already asleep." The red-haired man shook his head, "It's you, Dazai. If you don't go back, Dr. Mori will be worried."

"It's okay, I'm not a kid, and I never asked him for a room. And now, Mr. Fyodor is obviously more important."

Osamu Dazai turned around, and with a smile on his face, he looked at the bewildered Russian boy.

Fyodor's breathing paused slightly, and his words were dry, "Why do you know my name?"

"I will talk about this kind of thing later, and I will tell you. In short, this is not the point at all."

The curly-haired boy waved his hand, and threw the slightly dull red spar to the man.Afterwards, he stepped closer to Fyodor and asked in a tone that could not tolerate any doubts: "Now, can I call you Fedya?"

Fyodor, whose conversation rhythm was completely controlled by the other party: "..."

If you can, don't really want to.