Dragon Clan: Restart your life

"Mingjun, go back and rest, I will take care of the rest."

The man, who was getting taller and thicker, grinned. He held the shovel in his big jade-like hands and pried it into the ground. He could easily handle the workload that an ordinary person would need more than a dozen shovels by himself.

"Kenjiro's strength is getting stronger and stronger." Sakurai Akira enviously looked at the muscle lines on Kenjiro's arms that could not be covered by long sleeves.

Kenjiro Miyamoto put down the shovel, made a Popeye gesture, and said proudly: "This is the result of my long-term hard work!"

"Tch, big guy, so ugly." The passing Ryoma curled his lips and held the back of his head with his hands, passing by in boredom.

"Hey, isn't this the future Principal Ryoma?" Kenjiro Miyamoto said with a smile, "Are you skipping class again?"

Principal Ryoma sneered: "I am patrolling the future territory, what do you know?"

Kenjiro Miyamoto smiled with narrowed eyes and said nothing. He just looked at him so intriguingly that it made Principal Ryoma feel uncomfortable all over.

"Don't look at me like that, I always feel like you're scolding me secretly in your heart!" Ryoma said angrily.

Kenjiro Miyamoto shrugged, "Be confident, I like you when you are confident."

"Okay." Sakurai Akira interrupted the two of them with a smile, "Don't forget to attend the party tonight. The time is coming, we need to be ready."

Hearing this, the two of them suppressed the confusion between their brows and eyes, and the air was filled with a solemn atmosphere. They nodded slightly at the same time. Although they said nothing, their eyes as calm as water seemed to have finished speaking. everything.

Sakurai Akira held the shovel with both hands and looked at the corner of the sky above his head with some emotion, which had not changed much from before.

From the time they met the adults until now, the square sky above their heads is still the same as before, and many things seem to have remained the same. However, only they know that their fate has been reversed invisibly.

It was only half a year from the time they met the adults, but to them, it felt like several years or more than ten years.

Every night, they enter a strange space after falling asleep.

It was a lightless world, with no sunlight all year round. In the darkness, only the magnificent golden pupils lit up like burning lights, and there were whispers hidden deep in the darkness, like the whispers of evil spirits.

There are countless monsters hidden in the darkness. The monsters seem to be alive but not alive, and they seem to be dead but not dead. Most of them are made of bronze bones, and their ribs are interlocked with each other like chains.

The monster Sakurai Akira encountered for the first time had a ferocious red face, a slender and straight nose, and a golden light flowing in its pupils, just like the mythical Tengu.

Every time they encountered monsters, they would scream between joy and cry, and pounce on them with their bronze claws exposed.

The monsters certainly don't want to give them a loving hug, but want to tear them apart and drink fresh blood.

Later they found out that what was opened to them every night was the "Devil-Slaying Door".

That was the fate of the eight Sheqi families.

Behind the door is the world of "ghosts".

All out-of-control ghosts in history will be thrown into this world, unable to escape forever, and eventually degenerate into irrational monsters.

For the past six months, they have been fighting to the death with their former ghosts there every night to hone their martial arts skills.

"Mingjun...you seem to be in a bad situation recently. Are you feeling unwell?" Miyamoto Kenjiro suddenly asked.

Sakurai Akira was silent for a moment, then raised his head and smiled, "It's okay, I just had a strange dream and felt a little depressed."

"Dreaming?" Ryoma rolled his eyes and asked, "Do you still have time to dream at night?"

"It's a nap." Sakurai Akira said helplessly.

He had a very strange and long dream during his recent nap.

The most special thing about this dream is that it seems to be a series. He has been having the same dream for several days in a row, and the development of the story is still closely connected.

In the dream, he did not meet adults. After meeting with the prosecutor, he received a poisonous hope. In the end, he could not hold back the hand that reached out for hope, and went to self-destruction in the ultimate sublimation.

Poisonous hope ignited his blood and life. After losing his mind, he brutally defiled and killed the people he loved, and then fled all the way, killing many innocent people on the way...

In the dream, he was completely eroded by his bloodline and turned into the most fearful person he had ever been.

He has been thinking about this dream recently, and he always feels that this dream is too real, and it is so real that it scares him.

He obviously wanted to completely forget this damn dream, but he couldn't help but recall every detail in the dream.

"A nightmare?" Kenjiro Miyamoto held the shovel again, "Well, it's just a dream, don't worry about it, cheer up quickly, you are our temporary captain."

Just as Sakurai Akira was about to say something, the principal not far away suddenly shouted to him: "Sakurai Akira, someone is looking for you."

"Sorry, I'm leaving first." Akira Sakurai put down the shovel, waved his hand, and walked quickly towards the old principal.

"Why is the principal looking for him?" Ryoma asked suspiciously.

"...It seems it's almost time." Miyamoto Kenjiro murmured, seeming to remember something.

"What's the time?" Ryoma looked back at him.

"His birthday." Miyamoto Kenjiro said calmly, his eyes falling on the man who was gradually moving away.

For ordinary people, every birthday is a day worth celebrating. You came to earth on this day and started your life. How can you not celebrate such an important day?

Life requires a sense of ritual, and the word "birthday" itself has a full sense of ritual.

But for the students detained in this caring school, their "birthday" often means the visit of law enforcement officers.

The law enforcers wore elegant black suits with gorgeous and ferocious pictures of ghosts and gods drawn on the linings of the suits.

They may be careless, or they may be so majestic that you dare not look directly at them, but to students it is actually no different. Whether they are kind law enforcers or majestic law enforcers, they will ruthlessly execute dangerous targets like them.

Because they are ghosts.

It is a wrong existence that is not allowed, and you are born with sin.

Ryoma was silent for a long time, and then said in a faint tone: "What questions did the law enforcer you saw last time ask you?"

"It's the same as before. Is it difficult to control myself? Is there a girl I like? Is there anyone I hate so much that I want to kill him... Oh, he also asked me if I know how to masturbate." Miyamoto Kenjiro shrugged.

Ryoma frowned and said, "I can understand the above, but what is masturbation?"

Miyamoto Kenjiro raised his eyebrows slowly.

This caring college is very small, and the students there are destined not to have access to the increasingly developed Internet age. What they can access is what they are allowed to access.

So action movies and photos of beautiful women don’t exist.

When they are hired as school guards, some obscure law enforcers will bring some special gifts to celebrate them and celebrate that they have entered a new stage of life.

Miyamoto Kenjiro stared at the boy in front of him and said meaningfully: "A simple repetitive mechanical movement in pursuit of self-satisfaction."

Ryoma's eyes were full of confusion.

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Sakurai Akira returned to the dormitory tiredly.

He did not turn on the lights because the sudden heavy rain tonight caused problems with the circuits of this old campus that was in disrepair.

He and several other school workers tried to save him for a long time, but still failed.

It is worth mentioning that the law enforcer who came to see him this year also joined their emergency repair team, but unfortunately it failed. The law enforcer sighed regretfully and turned around to leave.

This year's routine inspection was no different from previous years. Every question asked by Mr. Law Enforcer was like a sharp scalpel, cutting him into thin slices and carefully observing them with a microscope.

At the end of the inspection, Mr. Law Enforcer smiled and told him that his condition was very stable. As long as he continued to maintain it, he would be able to go out when he was forty years old. No one would ask him through the tempered glass anymore and would only visit him once a year. Family, by the way, I would like to send you my condolences.

Forty years old...?

It's so far away.

Who else would want to start a family with him at the age of forty?

In the original destiny trajectory, the forty-year-old Akira Sakurai had no talent, never left the school in the mountains, was an old man who aged before he had time to grow up, and a widow with no relatives.

Akira Sakurai seriously fantasized about what she would look like now when she was forty years old.

The novel should have been written in at least a dozen volumes by then, right?

I just don’t know if any readers will read it...

Well, I think there are at least a few people in the world who would be willing to read the novels he wrote, such as Kenjiro and the others, the editor Mr. Sawa, and... the "girls" that adults call the same as them.

"Are you going to end up like this for the rest of your life?"

In the darkness, Sakurai Akira, who had just returned to the dormitory, heard a man's voice as if coming from a very far distance.

His voice seemed so gentle and lazy, even a little feminine, but his majesty was even greater than that of a law enforcer.

He was simply sitting there in the darkness, but he seemed to be sitting on a throne!

Akira Sakurai lit the candle silently.

The candlelight illuminated the dark room and illuminated the face of the man sitting on the seat.

A face that can confuse all living beings, more bright and graceful than any other woman.

The man pushed a dozen potions in front of Sakurai Akira. The potions gradually transitioned from bright red to dull purple, just like the colors of a rainbow cocktail.

Kazama Liuli said softly: "Someone asked me to give these things to you. If you don't want to end your life so hastily, then accept it and try to make your blood boil."

He was entrusted by a woman to give this potion to her brother, allowing this poor man who had been imprisoned all his life to make his own choice.

He felt a little bored.

Because he didn't think there would be a second ending to this trip.

A moth who has been trapped in darkness for his whole life finally has a chance to touch the light. How could he give up?

If the moth in the darkness finally experiences a little bit of light, it will definitely set the whole world on fire at all costs, just to keep itself warm.

Because he never had anything.

What does the world have to do with him?

Kazama Liuli suddenly became alert.

He suddenly discovered that there were seven heartbeats in this small room!

Sakurai Akira, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, slowly raised his head, his golden eyes sparkling with tiny pieces of light.

Behind him, there were five people standing or sitting, and this small room was filled with people at some point.

Among the five people, there were men and women. Some of them were smiling, some were looking at him warily, some were smiling but not smiling, and some were indifferent to his appearance.

The candles lit in the room swayed, outlining the shadows of six people.

They exist behind Akira Sakurai, as if they are exaggerating and foretelling new passion and legend.

Sakurai Akira, who was at the front, stood up and picked up the glass tube on the table. The light of the candle refracted on the wall of the tube in a colorful way. It was as magnificent as a world they had never seen before, a gem overseas guarded by a group of snakes.

Looking at the "poisonous hope" in his dream, he felt cold both physically and mentally.

It turns out this is fate...

The trajectory of fate comes as always.

That was not a dream. In another trajectory of fate, he injected colorful potions into his body one after another, allowing the potions to awaken his bloodline. In the end, he was completely swallowed up by the boundless black desire and turned into a depraved person. Evil spirits in hell.

At that moment, he thought that he had entered a new world, jumped to a new level, and then deprived countless innocent people of their lives in order to witness the light that he never had.

Really...

How ugly!

"Click."

He expressionlessly crushed the glass tube, and the colorful cocktail liquid flowed in his palm, and finally dripped to the ground.

"Yuanjun, if hope is poisonous from the beginning, then everything this hope brings should be completely eliminated!"

He slowly turned back, his voice was hoarse and low, like a horn that had been decayed for thousands of years, and his burning golden eyes were like the light longed for by moths, enough to illuminate the dark nest.

From the moment he expressed his attitude, even the most casual woman in the white dress among the five people raised her head, her golden eyes were cold and cold.

Such a clear-cut statement of position.

Kazama Ruri stared at Akira Sakurai in front of her, feeling shocked.

He was not afraid of these six people. Even if he tried in this small room, he would have the confidence to escape unscathed. What shocked him was the consciousness in the eyes of these six people.

What kind of awareness is that? There is no fear in the eyes, and some are just indifferent to life and death. It seems to say that I have finally figured it out after thinking about it for so many years. I am ready. If necessary, I can always do it for someone. , or something to die for.

What he was really shocked and couldn't understand was how could such six people be born in this prison? !

They should be like moths living in the darkness, yearning for the dangerous and deadly but dazzling little light outside the prison. For this light, they are even willing to ignite their remaining lives and die in the embers of fireworks.

A moth that has never seen light in its life will of course pounce on fire. It doesn't matter if it burns others, it doesn't matter if it burns itself. It doesn't matter even if it burns the whole world. This is the fate of moths.

But now, they don't care about life and death, just like the wanderers who were loyal and brave in ancient times. The wanderers carried knives and wandered around the world. Under the seemingly careless and romantic appearance, they were willing to die.

They can die at any time without any thought, without scruple, without hesitation.

All it takes is a request from the person who changed their life.

Who turned their lives around? !

"Nice to meet you, Yuan-kun, we have been waiting for you for a long time."

In the darkness, the man who had rebelled against his fate stretched out his hand, and his bright golden eyes were like a beacon in the dark night, illuminating the way home and the way forward.