Supernatural powers are intellectual and handicapped, how do I survive

Mikhail D.

Fyodor's administrator account [Penalty] is the name used externally, and it is also a role of the brain among the "Seven Betrayers" at the end of the war.Except for the high-level politicians who were personally kidnapped by him in various countries, few people know the specific information.

The appearance is the same as that of Fyodor as an adult, and he does not have the mimicry ability of Pandora's Actor, so he wears a simple pale mask all year round to cover up the recognizable face.

His whole body was covered by a gray-black robe that was too slim, and the ankle-length hem was uneven, as if he was imitating some kind of flying mammal.Even the waist-length hooded cloak, which is rarely separated from the body, is the same. Only when the supernatural power is displayed, it will turn into bats and fly away.

Much like the fantasy creatures known as vampires.

In fact, both Shuji Tsushima and Fyodor himself chose to be lazy when constructing gm accounts for each other.

For example, Pandora's Actor, in addition to the general functions of the administrator, is mainly in charge of the data storage of the server.

He can mobilize a certain period of historical data at any time to cover the current reality.But more often, Shuji Tsushima's ability is used as the last insurance of Wenye World. In case the current server goes wrong and crashes, he still has a complete archive to restore.

In essence, the combat power is not strong.

This power, converted into a manifestation similar to supernatural powers, is time manipulation, which was carried by Fyodor privately and set into Akami Homura's roulette mode.As for the appearance, I was lazy and chose a very dramatic character that mamo had dubbed, which is very compatible with Shuji Tsushima.

He really liked the image himself.

Another administrator [punishment], the power under his control is data extraction and deletion.

As far as he can see, as long as there is something in this world, there is no privacy that can be hidden from his eyes, and there is nothing that Delete cannot solve.

The cloak will turn into countless disembodied pitch-black bats, engulfed in the command called "elimination", and swarm out in a violent explosion that can burn everything.Where these supernatural bats reach is the center of the next wave of explosion that swallows everything, and after they are annihilated, only empty nothingness remains.

The ability to delete with one click is so lethal after being converted into an ability that Fyodor only has a chance to use one or two when patching in "Seven Betrayers".In recent years, in order to avoid being accidentally injured by dementia in the world, he had to overwrite the player account, and completely disappeared after the war.

Thanks to the fact that the existence of Mikhail D is too mysterious, Shuji Tsushima didn't bother to think about it carefully when setting up the costumes, and completely copied the Majin Halloween outfit in the Bungo Lost Dog mobile game.

Now the dark clothes are gone, and the mask is replaced with the same style as Su Qing Zhong Barnier, and even the mouth habit of using honorific names for everyone has been intentionally changed.Fyodor, who is obsessed with being a cafe owner, is on the first floor of the Yokohama Melles branch building and has no worries about losing his horse at all.

After all, he was too tightly wrapped back then, and even the other six betrayers hadn't been able to see the real appearance under the mask, let alone forces such as the Supernatural Secret Service Division who could only get second-hand information.

They are completely unaware that a transcendent who can destroy the entire country by himself is completely stationed in Yokohama, obsessed with opening a coffee shop and cannot extricate himself.

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The emerald green ivy was sucking onto the rather rough wall, completely submerging the first floor of the Melles branch building.The carefully trimmed leaves at the glass window absorb the sunlight all day long, grow vigorously, and spread to higher places.

The light in the store is dim, and the sporadic sunlight shines into the house through the gaps between the leaves, reflecting spots of light on the ground.Wall lamps with mild tones emit faint and soft light, driving away the darkness in the house.The slightly bitter fragrance of coffee is accompanied by the freshness and sweetness of the freshly baked pastries, and the two phases are intertwined, floating in this atmospheric space.

The Yokohama branch of Fyodor's Polo Café perfectly inherits the tradition of the main store located next door at the World Rice Flower Market.

No matter how big the store is, no matter how elegant and simple the decoration is, it is essentially a combination of a family restaurant and a coffee shop.

Mellors looked at the world as a leading large enterprise, backed by the European headquarters, and completely white power.Even in a place as chaotic as Yokohama, few people dare to attack it.The general manager of such a company's branch is particularly fond of the food in a coffee shop downstairs in the company, and there is no privacy inside.

The coffee shop owner, who is too young but wears a half-face mask all the year round, will take the takeaway box and take the special elevator to the general manager's office on the top floor every now and then, staying for a long time before leaving.Obviously they are people who have nothing to do with the company, and they can meet Yinkichi Kosuge far more times than any other staff, which makes people wonder if there is some kind of special relationship between the two.

Don't underestimate the gossip ability of social animals.

After all, just looking at half of the shop owner's face, combined with his thin figure and gentle and elegant temperament, it is enough to judge that he is a rare beauty.

At this moment, Mr. Fyodor, the owner of the beauty shop, did not want to speak.

The owner of the shop, who usually behaves elegantly and interprets the word gentle, is now shrouded in a layer of melancholy tulle, isolating everyone's concerns.The mask deliberately carved with smiling eyebrows and eyes is particularly obtrusive today, unable to conceal his depression and vague uneasiness.

Opening dual accounts does not affect the daily actions of either party. While Fyodor himself is closely monitoring the killer's every move, the administrator account is still busy sprinkling cheese on the pizza dough.

It had been three hours since Shuji Tsushima left, and the ticket back to Russia had been booked with a fake identity that was realistic enough to fool the authorities.Fyodor closed the computer, ignored a specially marked red dot, picked up his teacup and leaned silently in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the hustle and bustle of people coming and going on the street corner.

The crisp bell on the door frame rang, and the young man in a gray-black hoodie pushed open the door and looked around the store hesitantly, as if he was not familiar with the current environment.His eyebrows and eyes are too ordinary, and he wears simple but outdated clothes, which is a type that can't be found in the lost crowd.

The man chose a single seat at the bar to sit down, his eyes wandering back and forth on the menu.He raised his head and noticed the shopkeeper dressed in a bartender's uniform not far away, and asked, "I heard that the specialty here is the madeleine cake made by the boss himself. Is there time for this?"

A qualified killer needs to perfectly hide himself in the crowd, and it is a layman who reveals his killing intent at moments other than killing the mission target.

Fyodor looked at him indistinctly, his eyes slightly closed behind the mask.

Although the success rate is not as good as that of Oda Sakunosuke back then, the man in front of him is a rare expert in the assassin world, plus he has supernatural powers, no wonder he has the guts to accept the commission to assassinate Ginkichi Kosuge.

He shook the empty tray in his hand, perfectly playing the role of a conscientious shop owner, with a somewhat embarrassed tone, "I'm really sorry, the bakery of madeleines has just been sold out, and the new ones will have to wait for about half an hour."

"It's okay, I can wait." The man expressed his understanding with a good temper, and didn't mind the long wait. "Otherwise, it would be a waste of time to come all the way."

The young shopkeeper seemed relieved, and personally ground the coffee he ordered, "It's my honor to make customers like it."

The fine and tasteless powder is poured into the filter with hot water, mixed with the bitter coffee bean powder, and after dissolving, it is completely covered by the dark brown liquid without the slightest sweetness.

After receiving the cup of coffee handmade by the shop owner, the man used the dense fog to cover his eyes, and asked seemingly casually, "I didn't expect the boss to be so young and doesn't look like a Japanese. Where are you from?"

Several conditions must be met for his ability to activate, the more detailed the illusion, the more information it needs.When the task is completed, the blame will be completely pushed to the shopkeeper.

Fyodor replied briskly, "French, don't you think so?"

This is not a lie.

After all, in the real world, the nationalities of him and Xiuzhi have not changed since they were adopted, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are French.

"Why are you wearing a mask? Sorry, I'm really curious." The man continued to ask.

Fyodor raised an eyebrow thoughtfully.

Because he doesn't wear a mask, the Supernatural Secret Service will find that he looks exactly like the future wanted criminal.

"It's not impossible to say..." The young shopkeeper tapped his mask, as if he was completely lost in memory at that moment.His tone was forbearing and obscure, and his fingertips twirled back and forth on the pentagram on the cheek of the mask to conceal the undetectable trembling of his body.

"When Yokohama Saibo Street exploded, I was almost caught in it. I managed to save my life, but unfortunately I got a scar on my face."

Anyone who has lived in Yokohama for a long time knows what the explosion he was referring to in his words, and it is inevitable to feel pity for this young man.

The mobile phone placed aside suddenly rang, Fyodor stopped talking, smiled apologetically at the other party, then took the latest smartphone released by Melles, and clicked on the latest received email.

It was sent by the main body who was eating melons and watching operas on the top floor.

[It's the same today. ——Ginkichi Kosuge]

As if he didn't notice the hoodie customer's scrutiny, he picked up a pre-packed lunch box and pushed open the partition at the bar, "I'll leave first, the store is sorry for your inconvenience."

"Okay, manager." The clerk replied, his attention was quickly attracted by the lunch box.Recalling what was inside, he frowned slightly, and asked casually, "Is it Mr. Kosuge's order again? I can't see that such a character would like sweets."

Fyodor raised the corners of his mouth and raised a carefully calculated smile, "Mr. Kosuge is an old customer of ours. Although he is usually strict, he may be unexpectedly young in mental age."

"Only the store manager has seen him... such a powerful person, I have been working in Poirot for two years, but I haven't even met him once." The clerk shook his head and sighed.

"This is also impossible."

Ignoring the movement of the killer who pretended to be a customer to get information to get up, Fyodor suddenly turned around and looked at the two people who stayed in place through the mask. What.

"In that position, there are too many people keeping an eye on his life."

Kosuga Ginkichi is the perfect target, attracting a lot of firepower for Pandora's Actor, but also testing out many restless thorns in Yokohama.

Now is the time when there is a lack of experimental bodies with lv.4 supernatural abilities. No, someone will come to your door soon.