Chapter 187
"No, if it's really my enemy, then it's impossible to only come in six." Hamasaki Shunsuke denied the possibility, but more to reassure people, "It's probably a skirmisher who accidentally chose at the same time as us. Task."
"According to the original plan, without him, as long as the progress is normal, there will be no problem."
The woman said coldly: "I hope everything goes as smoothly as you said."
The call ends here.
Hamasaki Shunsuke's eyes narrowed.
"I don't know which idiot it was, I disrupted my plan halfway through."
"In the copy, I will make you look good!"
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When Chu Feng entered the pending interface of the dungeon, an information panel popped up in front of him——
Copy: Cthulhu World
Background: Snow Country, the seventh middle school in Chiba Town, there are seven strange stories. In this school, there are seven children with strong spirituality who can master the power of guardian spirits.
Mission: The super pupil will then be chosen as the guardian spirit of one of the children to help them live until the day they leave school.
Risk factor: very high
(Note: Due to the special nature of this mission, it does not trigger any effects of the auras of the heavens.)
(Note 2: In this dungeon, there is no faction division for super pupils. Killing the opponent will not receive evolution point rewards and there will be no punishment.)
(Note 3: If the child you guard dies, it will be judged as a copy failure.)
"You have been randomly assigned to a guardian object."
"Guardian: Yuta Izumiya!"
Chapter 129 Izumi Yuta's Dream
Snow Country, Chiba Town.
The flying snowflakes swept the earth, and this country with no population, as well as the town with a sparser population, looked even more desolate and cool.
And in such a place, at the corner of the mountain road, a school was even established.
Seventh Middle School, a certain boys' dormitory.
"Eat Lao Tzu's punch!"
boom!
The fist hit the wall, making a dull sound.
Izumi Yuta bounced off the bed, watching his fist hit the wall beside the bed, and suddenly felt a burst of pain.
"Hi... it was a dream... ah, it hurts!"
Fortunately, this thirteen-year-old boy, with a thin body and slender arms, has no strength in itself, and this punch against the wall is also soft, otherwise it will be enough to hurt for a week!
Xiao Zhengtai held his fist, tears welling up in pain, but the corner of his mouth couldn't help showing a smile.
It's not his special hobby.
Izumiya Yuta had a sweet dream.
As soon as he woke up, he suddenly mastered a powerful force, able to instantly kill those gangsters who bullied female classmates in the class at a glance.
After enduring them for so long, it's not too cool to be able to let out this breath!
The Seventh Middle School is a specially created school for the adoption of problem children or orphans.
To say that it is to imprison problem teenagers, it is better to say that these teenagers are isolated from normal children and placed in another place to fend for themselves.
Yuta Izumiya wasn't sent here because of anything he did. He was an orphan because he was not adopted since he was a child. When he reached a certain age, he was sent to this school.
He was a vulnerable group in a school where troubled children ganged up and made trouble.
After arriving at this school, he was often bullied by others.
Lifting off the thin quilt on her body, Yuta Izumiya still had several band-aids attached to her fleshless calf. Some scars could not even stick to a single sticker, and some scars had not healed and were exposed.
There were obvious bruises on his knees.
For a teenager who is accustomed to being injured, it is worthwhile to have a dream of powerful strength and satisfy the longing fantasies in his heart, even if he has a headache for a month.
"Oh, if only I could have dreamed that dream a little longer!"
Izumiya Yuta was stunned when he was too angry, and was suddenly startled.
Ding dong!
For a while, the school bell sounded like an alarm bell in his ear, and the little boy jumped up and hurried out.
"Damn, I'm late for class!!!"
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"Izuku-san, isn't it?"
The dean sat on the desk, and the fat all over his body shook.
He took off his golden-rimmed eyes, grabbed a glass of water from the table, took a sip, and then stared at Yuta Izumiya with a fierce look, making the young man's heart go crazy.
"No... I'm sorry, I slept too hard today."
Done!
Izumiya Yuta feels that blood mold is really poured out today!
When I woke up in the morning, I was late for two classes and was caught by the most vicious dean.
This consequence... tsk tsk, I'm afraid that the skin will fall off!
"You should know the punishment for breaking the school rules, right? Well... I happened to see the school gate this morning, and a branch and leaf fell off. This guy can't use it to punish you!"
The dean of teaching leaned over, tapped under the table, and suddenly pulled out a cane with thorns on it.