World did not understand the change in her guardian's mood. She was still enthusiastically trying to help her guardian surpass Ormet and become the number one hero.
AFO patted her head affectionately (not affectionately) while the little girl was chattering.
"I'm sorry, World." His voice was mellow with alcohol, but the truth behind his slightly depressed tone was a happy smile, "Ormet doesn't seem to like me very much. He's always on guard against me."
Ryota Amemiya had already grasped World's rigid requirement to read emotions. She must see his face. She had successfully deceived him countless times before, so this time, she had absolute confidence in her plan.
"It's as if," she pretended to be pitiful, "I'm a bad person."
"I'm really sorry for not being able to get an autograph for World." Her apology was full of sincerity and dejection.
World, who had wanted an autograph for several years, was shocked when she heard this reason for the first time.
It was always a short "no" and never a reason. So this was the reason!
Even though the villain had returned to the light, the light was still on guard against him …
That's too bad, Ryota.
World, who had once again imagined the plot of a hundred thousand words, instantly teared up and was filled with guilt. She swore that she would never mention Ormet's autograph and girlfriend in front of Ryota again.
AFO: You're so gullible.
After staying at home for two or three days, Ryota Amemiya went back to work, satisfied.
World also went back to class during spring break.
But the day before she went back to class, she was a little worried when she officially announced in Ormet's support group that she had lost her source of information as the number one hero.
[Leader · Thanks to Ormet's World]: I'm sorry, everyone. Ormet's source of information was completely cut off two days ago …
Amidst the cries and howls, World also expressed in her heart that her family was more important than her idol.
Even though Ormet was not an ordinary idol …
But Ryota was also a silly papa who was working hard to raise a child!
She even sacrificed a lot for the child she adopted. She wanted to break free from the darkness and become a hero (just World's imagination)!
So inspirational and gentle papa!
After living for a few years, the little girl who had gradually integrated into this world was very clear about her own changes.
She would always subconsciously think about the things that happened in her previous life and immediately force herself to divert her attention. Slowly, she became relieved. She trained her personality every day and chatted with her friends. Gradually, the tasks that she had to complete became things that she took the initiative to do because she was happy.
He wasn't forcing himself to act happy, but he was really doing it because he was happy. It was great to have something like this to do.
The little child sat in the little "forest" created by his own personality and smiled gently.
The memories of his past life, which he had always tried his best to avoid, surfaced a little today.
The past life of the world was not a beautiful story.
They were born ordinary, looked ordinary, and lived ordinary. Only when they died would they be cursed.
Ah, don't think about it anymore.
Anyway, he didn't regret it, and he couldn't change it.
World Channel bounced back home. Saiki's house next door was not back yet. The little girl who had no one to play with and didn't really want to play with her phone or computer, rubbed against her big plush toy and fell asleep early.
Then, he had a nightmare.
She dreamt that her extremely ugly ID photo was being shared by the entire internet …
"Give me a new one!!!"
The girl who was playing with her phone crazily attracted the attention of her friends.
"Lily, what's wrong?"
World Channel didn't care who this person was and pulled him to point at the very clear photo on the smartphone. "Although I'm a little happy that no one is cursing me, what the hell is this ID photo? Can't a beautiful girl in her prime take a gentle and beautiful selfie? Can't she? My selfie looks a thousand times better than this even without using the beauty filter! "
"Ah …" The boy touched World Channel's head calmly. "Then can you give me a nice selfie?"
"Wait, I'll send the backup now!"
After a series of operations, she found a few normal photos of herself and habitually deleted all the passwords and browsing traces. Then, she handed the phone to the boy.
Then, she woke up.
World Channel swore that she heard the boy muttering, "Too cute, lying down."
No, not cute at all. Call me handsome.
Before she could say this sentence, she woke up.
During lunch break, Kazuo Saiki finally couldn't help but poke his little friend who was in a complicated mood. [What's wrong?]
World Channel sighed with a milk straw in her mouth. "Kazuo knows that I remember my previous life, right?"
The pink-haired boy nodded.
"I was killed in my previous life." World Channel calmly said something very frightening. "It was a terrorist attack."
Kazuo Saiki was a little dazed. An eight-year-old child already knew what death was. This was the first time he saw a side of his good friend that he didn't want to show to him. He didn't have a good solution for these things in his mind.
"Left shoulder, calf, thigh. The fatal wound was in the abdomen. She lost too much blood and died in time."
World Channel looked at the dazed child and took the initiative to comfort him. "It's all in the past. It's not a big deal. It's just that I dreamt of the sequel today and was praised, so I wanted to tell Kazuo."
Hearing the voice of his good friend [Please listen to me quietly], Kazuo Saiki exerted strength in his arms and completely wrapped the little girl in his arms, trying to give her some courage in this way.
"It was a terrorist attack by a stupid force in a place with a lot of people. I was about to go home at the time."
World Channel suddenly laughed. "I was playing with my phone and telling my friends that I had arrived at the station. I heard the wind behind me and leaned forward to avoid the first attack."
"In that case, I'm actually not bad at combat. I'm definitely not as weak as my friends always say."
"Because I dodged the first attack, the people on the other side went to kill other idiots. They probably thought that I wasn't easy to deal with, but if I wanted to escape from my position at the time, I would definitely run into four or five terrorists, so I thought about it and prepared to fight back."
"I don't know where the confidence came from."
Kazuo Saiki, however, heard the girl's real thoughts.
If I didn't stand up, more people would've died before the police came. ]
Therefore, the girl, who was also deeply afraid, faced the enemy under the drive of the laughable naivety of a hero.
Her backpack and suitcase became her weapons.
"I don't believe in the law that even enemies should be punished by the law and not by individuals. The police in our country have the option to kill in an emergency."
"The backpack was very heavy. I carried several books and directly hit a person's face. I took the opportunity to throw the suitcase out and get a knife."
The fragile but strong girl, wearing a cool and beautiful dress, directly cut the enemy's legs with the blade.
"But I was too weak. The knife stabbed into the heart couldn't be pulled out, so I cut off the hands and legs."
"Then I told everyone …"
The delicate girl stood in the chaotic crowd, her soft voice was incomparably powerful. "Don't be afraid. Call the police and run to the exit."
A few people were encouraged by the girl's actions and stood up together.
But in the face of dozens of armed terrorists, the few of them were still too weak.
In the end, the weak girl took out a pen from her pocket and opened it. She used the tip of the pen to stab the neck of the enemy who stabbed the knife into her body.
The two people's blood dyed the white tiles red.
"Actually, I'm still a little unwilling. I saw the police and was only a dozen steps away, but they didn't come to me. ]
The young girl slept forever in a pool of blood.
Did she regret it?
She didn't regret it.
If she ran away, she would be trapped in the pain of self-blame for the rest of her life and would be unable to free herself. She was such a person.
But she was still a little worried, worried about her parents, family, and friends.
"Fortunately, the public didn't have any opinions about me killing people. The government also comforted my parents, and my little brother is here. Moreover, my little brother is better than me. My parents will be better. "
The god hugged his world and spoke gently and softly.
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