In your eyes, what kind of person is the protagonist?

His abdomen was pierced by a blade. As an ordinary person, he died of excessive bleeding. His consciousness was already gone, but he heard such a problem at this moment.

Open your eyes, it’s not right, it’s not about opening your eyes, but about observing the surroundings.

After all, now he can't feel whether he exists or not, whether he has a physical body.

If there is no body, there will be no eyes. What reason can be described as "open" if there is no eyes?

Although it seems a bit stupid to be entangled in this, he did not think that this was an unnecessary move when observing him.

It seems that you can hear the sound of the wind, but the body does not feel the resistance generated by the wind at all. That kind of experience, all perceptions of letting go come from the mind.

I don’t know if you have heard of a question, that is, the ‘brain in the tank’.

That is to say, by taking out the head link and fixing the line, a "reality belonging to the brain" can be created.

For example, when you look at these words and breathe the air around you, it is composed of electronic signals, but you are a human brain filled with wires, living in the false created by information.

Therefore, Natsume is the same as that feeling. Everything about the Buddha is composed of the virtual brain, and he does not need to make any moves at all.

So, can you prove that you are not the 'brain in the tank'? The only way is probably to die, but unfortunately...

Even if it is death, electronic signals can be transmitted to you through illusion information. In this way, no one can prove that they are real.

Whether it is a star in this world or a famous novelist, the information you see may be an illusion that another person transmits to you through a computer.

Your actions are controlled, including the birth, old age, sickness and death you have experienced.

Faced with such hypothesis, humans can only feel panic and helpless, and no one can explain it clearly.

If that is the case, since you are yourself and since Natsume has the possibility of being created, that is, you should understand it this way.

In a strange state, Natsume forgets everything and responds to the question he just heard.

"The so-called protagonist is a genius who has excellent luck and popularity."

It's not a genius or a waste. It's a geek in between.

This is true for all the protagonists in the novels Natsume has read.

Whether it is the continent or the sky, the protagonist is not a genius, but a geek.

Of course, such an answer is completely meaningless. Natsume is still very clear about this because he already understood that he was dead.

The moment I realized this situation, everything suddenly changed. Natsume got his hands and feet, recovered his body, possessed his senses, and at the same time he could feel the pain of pinching his face.

Resurrected? I don't quite understand. Natsume chose to continue.

Because in front of him, a road appeared.

This is not an ordinary road, but a road built between countless tombstones.

A tombstone?

Like a child, Natsume looked at these things while walking forward.

To be honest, he has only seen human death, but has never seen human tombstones.

For to put it bluntly, tombstones are not things built for the dead, but things built for the living, just as hurting the living to protect the reputation of the dead and insulting the dead to comfort the living. Everything has two sides.

Walking forward, there seemed to be a little scent in the air that Natsume sucked in, which was a familiar smell.

Looking up, looking at the space where he had only his own, Natsume spoke.

"Come out. stupid."

"Isn't it rude to always call people like this?"

A tree appeared in the middle of the road in the cemetery.

Appearance? Natsume threw these two words away from his mind, which is to be appropriate to emerge.

Slowly, slowly, the girl with a contour appeared, and the bare branches were already sitting on it.

I am wearing a red dress for life, and the bright colors can drip blood when squeezed into the Buddha.

After work, the dress was decorated with skeleton patterns and lace flowers. When you opened your chest, you could see a necklace on your neck.

Sitting on a branch, holding hands gently pulling up a corner of the dress, tilting his head—

"This is dyed red with Mr. Natsume's blood. It's so comfortable to wear."

"Is that true? It turns out that blood can be used like this, but once it is soaked in water, it will become very disgusting. Besides, have you sprayed so much perfume specifically to cover up the smell of blood?"

That's the fragrance of others.

This statement was made, and looked at the tombstones around him.

"Thousands of people, maybe tens of thousands of people, these people are all the exes of Mr. Natsume."

"Don't say I'm like I'm already divorced."

"He or she died of failure after traveling to those worlds."

"Then I..."

Natsume stopped talking. Since he was not buried inside, does it mean he was not dead yet? But as an ordinary person, he should not be able to save him in that situation.

Excessive blood loss and damage to the organs at the same time, even the treatment methods in that world cannot be saved.

Even if you have magic, it is not something that can produce miracles.

Survival means survival, death is also death...

"Oh, oh, Mr. Natsume started to think randomly again. Didn't they say that before?"

“…………”

"He is Mr. Natsume's golden finger~ When Mr. Natsume, as the 'protagonist', is in danger, he will come out to help immediately, but this is only once, only once."

"The humanoid bug is really interesting."

"How can Teacher Natsume describe it? It's all about it..."

Jumped off the branches and rushed towards Natsume.

Staring at the Lie flying down from the air, Natsume subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but found that her body could not move.

Finally, the red sound came into view, and the girl's slender body pounced on Natsume, her lips and lips pressed tightly together.

The tongue knocked on his teeth, and the soft experience that was as soft as inclusive as everything made Natsume's eyes widen.

"Huhu, they are not humans, so they are immortal. Since Mr. Natsume has the ability to copy at this moment..."

"Does it mean..."

"You should copy someone else's immortality, and then become the 'demon king' - save and destroy the world, and break through the box at the same time, that is, Natsume, your own purpose."

The world collapsed and the space collapsed. Natsume remembered the words of the book in his mind.
Chapter completed!