Odd Containment Specialist.

Chapter 1087 The Guest at An Gang's House (4K)

East Japan, Kamioka River region, Aomori Prefecture.

The residence of the An Gang family, a family with a history spanning thousands of years, is located here.

Aomori Prefecture is one of the extraordinary regions of the Japanese islands. Like Vogt and Eba City, which later became an extraordinary city, it experienced some major upheaval in the past, which led to the spiritual awakening of the local residents, making them special mortals who could witness the extraordinary.

As a result, Aomori Prefecture became the base for many legitimate supernatural organizations, and many supernatural families later purchased real estate there and moved their family members there.

"You're superhumans, aren't you?" The young driver, Atsuta Kawai, looked through the rearview mirror at the masked man and the man and woman in the back seat and asked with a smile.

"You could only say they were unlucky souls caught in the crossfire," the masked man replied calmly.

Atsuta Kawai smiled slightly and said, "I'm a superhuman too! I awakened my superpower two months ago and have already started practicing. I plan to apply for the Custom Hero program later, and maybe I can become a Custom Hero!"

"Oh, congratulations then," Xia Shou said perfunctorily, already knowing the young driver's background.

Such an easy way to describe oneself to strangers, and to ask any strangely dressed person if they are a superhuman, reveals a strong desire to encounter the supernatural. This is not something an ordinary person who has never witnessed an extraordinary disaster would have, yet yearns for supernatural power.

It's clear this guy is optimistic, but he probably doesn't have any real skills, otherwise he wouldn't be saying he's practicing superpowers.

If someone like that had even a little bit of extraordinary ability, it would be impossible for him to work as a taxi driver on the street. Clearly, his special ability is not enough for him to get rid of his identity as a driver.

"Are you planning to visit An Gang's family?"

"Visiting An Gang's house?" Su Yue pushed up her flat-rimmed glasses, which made her look less attractive, and looked puzzled. "What do you mean by wanting to visit?"

Normally, guests are invited by the host to "visit," but this driver said he "wanted to visit," as if... visiting Angang's home was like applying for a job interview.

"Not here as guests? Are you invited guests?!" Kawai Atsuta looked shocked. He kept glancing at Natsumori and the others through the rearview mirror, his face full of excitement, like a fan seeing his idol.

"So you really are superhumans. You must be very strong, otherwise why would the Angang family have invited you?" Kawai Atsuta said excitedly.

"Oh, I understand now." Su Weiyu suddenly realized, "The 'guest' he was talking about must be a thug, just like how powerful families in the Warring States period of ancient China would have many retainers."

An Gang's family would invite powerful superhumans to reside in the family. Then, some superhumans who considered themselves to be quite capable and wanted to gain benefits from An Gang's family would also take the initiative to come and demonstrate their strength.

I guessed that was it.

Xia Shou nodded in agreement and said to Su Weiyu, "In other words... An Gang's family probably has a lot of thugs now. If we take a hard line, we will most likely be attacked."

"Then I'll go in and clear the area first," Su Weiyu shrugged indifferently.

She reasoned that even if such extraordinary families needed to employ assassins, they wouldn't choose madmen, but rather extraordinary individuals with stable strength.

At most, it's estimated that the abnormal level is just a bit high, but LV4 is the highest it can go.

After all, only the Bureau of Control can take care of a level 5 with a sound mind.

"Xiao Gao, you haven't said much the whole way," Xia Shou said, looking at Jiang Wengao beside him.

Jiang Wengao frowned and said, "I'm thinking about it."

During his flight, Jiang Wengao took a nap. Before he fell asleep, he issued a new order to Su Yue.

He lied and said that the situation would be at its best if Sister Su didn't participate in this operation.

His purpose in lying was simply to see what would happen if the Holy Maiden of the Millennium Theater in the future refused to participate in this mission.

But this attempt still turned out badly. If Su Yue didn't go, she would jump directly into the timeline where no one else went.

That worldline was undoubtedly a hundred or a thousand times worse than the previous ten-thousand-year calendar and the birth of the Millennium Theater. No... it should even be said that he could not see that it was a future world.

The story, told primarily from the player's perspective, was very chaotic. He felt that the plot was both interspersed with flashbacks and flashforwards, filled with an absurd magical realism.

All of humanity has acquired a similar ability: to achieve some kind of supernatural influence by writing information on paper and then reading that information.

The simplest example in the game is that if someone is extremely sad, they can write "You are happy" on a piece of paper, read what they wrote, and become happy again.

Of course, the actual effect isn't that miraculous; it depends on individual talent, as well as rhetoric and writing style.

However, everyone has this ability to some extent, the only difference is the degree of strength.

Therefore, that fifty-year future is undoubtedly a future where everyone is extraordinary, with each person possessing at least the superpower of writing. In addition, those with talent will have a second superpower.

If you tell this future to others, some people might think it's not bad. Although society may be chaotic, at least it's full of variables, which will make it interesting in some ways.

But in fact, this is just the lightest, most insignificant flaw fifty years from now... no, it could even be called a strength.

Because fifty years later, some unusual phenomena began to occur frequently.

How frequent is it? So frequent that it's ubiquitous in daily life.

This includes, but is not limited to: temporarily losing the desire to strive for progress and enjoy life, becoming apathetic and without any desires;

After a few days of normal use, a pair of sharp scissors suddenly can't cut anything, not even a thin piece of paper.

The minor details that a normal person would normally forget suddenly become unforgettable, leading to hyperthymesia, a condition in which memories cannot be controlled and past memories resurface at any time.
Birth defects in babies; humans give birth to arthropod-like infants.
The secret in my heart was not told to anyone, but inexplicably everyone in the whole community knew about it in an instant. Or the news that had already been broadcast suddenly could not be broadcast, so that the viewers could not talk to each other.

Human and animal cells cannot divide;

The couple inexplicably stuck together like twins while holding hands...

How frequently do these anomalies occur?

It happens so frequently it's unimaginable, just like eating, drinking, and relieving oneself every day.

Fifty years later, everyone becomes accustomed to these phenomena and, upon encountering them, immediately uses their "writing" ability to modify reality and restore it.

If you are not good enough at writing, then consult a doctor who is better at writing.

In the future, doctors will no longer prescribe medicine, as medicines will have no shelf life, and treatment will rely entirely on writing.

What shocked Jiang Wengao was that everyone had become accustomed to such a painful, abnormal, and absurd life!
Before the baby is born, the mother reads a note saying, "Your child will be able to read and write from birth." Then, after the baby is born, he/she is forced to read various "descriptive vaccines"!
The same applies to governments. People with strong narrative influence become civil servants. They enact laws, modify societal perceptions, and also modify their own perceptions, suppressing pain and making people feel normal happiness.

Thus, everyone can find joy even in hardship, as if their own life is a story that can be imagined and written on paper!
This is the future that Jiang Wengao sees, and he will never hear of the existence of gods again. No one knows the names of thirsty teeth, blood god, or crescent moon. Instead, they hear all sorts of nonsensical literary myths and gods that they have never heard of before.

Of course, those gods do not exist in the game at all; they are real, fictional gods created by people, purely religious gods, not real gods like the Thirsty Teeth.

God... is gone; only the extraordinary remain.

The powers of the gods have all lost their order and are constantly and intermittently failing, like blood constantly flowing from the wounds of a seriously injured person.

Without the splitting shears, everything involving the concept of splitting could go wrong, from large things like scissors to small things like cell division and nuclear reactions.

Without the Blood God, the changes, evolution, and all other aspects of life are no longer normal, and living people often become lifeless.

Everything is terrible!

There is only one... there is only one supreme order!
Narrative! Narrative is everything! Narrative is the only true god!

However, Jiang Wengao was also unable to find the name of the Demon Poem in the game.

That kind of future, where suffering is pleasure, is far more terrifying and terrible than the future of the Millennium Theater, so after playing for a few hours, he didn't hesitate to set off here with Xia Shou.

When faced with two evils, he had to choose the lesser one. What could he possibly do?

If they don't come, forget about whether Su Yuehei will turn evil or not; everyone will have no news of them at all fifty years later, and the names of all the extraordinary organizations will seem to have been erased.

As for the future... at least it's still relatively normal. The worst-case scenario is that the Bureau of Control collapses, but for all of humanity... having a clever dictator isn't necessarily a bad thing.

Jiang Wengao sighed. Although he felt pessimistic and negative, he still did not give up hope.

Although he still hasn't found a way to prevent it from happening.

But he felt that if he came with everyone, there would still be a chance for things to turn around.

Because Xia Shou is not in the game, and neither is he; they are two predictive variables in "Kyoto Sinks".

and so……

"Sigh, let's just take it one step at a time," Jiang Wengao murmured.

"Huh?" Xia Shou turned his head and asked.

"Ah, no, it's nothing, I'm just a little tired." Jiang Wengao forced a smile and joked in a lighthearted manner, "Brother Shou, I'm not used to your voice at all right now. When can you switch back to your original body?"

"That depends on how well we do this time."

The taxi slowly slowed down, and the white walls outside the window swept by. Through the gray tiles above the white walls, one could see the tall ornamental trees inside the mansion.

The very long wall indicates that this classically styled mansion occupies a large area.

Finally, the car stopped in front of a very impressive copper-clad gate.

Xia Shou got out of the car, glanced at the gate, and noticed very carefully the reliefs on the two bronze door knockers.

This type of copper ring also exists in China, and it is usually depicted as a lion holding a ring. However, the one in An Gang's house is a very ugly Rakshasa and Yaksha. It is unclear whether this is due to family tradition or feng shui.

Xia Shou took out his wallet from his pocket to pay the driver.

The moment he pulled out the banknotes, the surrounding scene suddenly changed!

Sitting in the driver's seat, Atsuta Kawai stared wide-eyed at the suddenly changing scenery in front of the windshield, speechless with astonishment.

Atsuta Kawai discovered that his taxi had suddenly arrived inside the mansion from outside the gate!
His face showed an expression of extreme excitement, wondering if this was the ceremony that An Gang's family used to welcome guests.

"Hey dog!"

I, the driver, actually got in too! That's awesome!

Kawai Atsuta stared intently at the garden arrangement inside the house until Natsumori handed over the money.

Then he heard the masked guest let out a sigh that sounded somewhat helpless.

"So eager?" Xia Shou muttered to himself in Chinese.

Xia Shou raised his head and looked ahead along the bluestone pavement beneath his feet.

The straight bluestone path splits into a cross ahead, leading to two different groups of houses on the left and right.

Through the sparse, verdant bamboo grove along the roadside, one could see a group of people emerging one after another from the houses.

The crowd included men and women, dressed in various styles, with differences in skin color and appearance, as if they came from all over the world.

Xia Shou blinked, thinking that, unsurprisingly, these people were probably guests of An Gang's family.

At the same time, Su Weiyu, Su Yue, and Jiang Wengao also got out of the car one after another and stood on either side of Xia Shou.

Su Yue and Jiang Wengao exchanged subtle glances, keeping a watchful eye on the guests while also observing Xia Shou's movements.

Although the atmosphere was already tense, they would only make a move if Xia Shou made a move.

In this situation, it's best to trust the judgment of experienced players.

"There are quite a lot of people." Su Weiyu's hand naturally rested on the hilt of the Ghost Eye Goose Feather sword.

Xia Shou pulled the knife halfway through, then raised his hand, pressed the hilt, and pushed it back.

"What?" Su Weiyu glanced at him sideways, looking at him in surprise.

"Let's see what's going on first," Xia Shou replied.

"Why not just kill them directly?" Su Weiyu tilted her head in confusion.

“It would be more convenient to just kill him directly, but let’s chat a little longer if we can. Some meaningless information may not be useful to us, but it might give Xiao Gao some inspiration.” Xia Shou turned around and glanced at Su Weiyu.

Through the mask that showed both laughter and tears, Su Weiyu suddenly realized that Xia Shou had closed one of his eyes.

Divine power shines forth!

Are you ready?

"Then... I'll stand a little to the side?"

"Okay." Xia Shou nodded and patted the roof of the car. "Driver, you can get out too."

When Atsuta Kawai got out of the car, the excitement he had shown earlier was gone, because he felt that this scene... didn't look like a welcoming ceremony at all.

Or perhaps... Angang's welcoming ceremony for guests is rather unconventional and frightening?

Kawai Atsuta nervously sized up the group of people walking quickly towards him, his mind completely blank.

With Ding Ying as his goal, he had completely lost his usual confidence and optimism. Just seeing these truly extraordinary individuals made him realize the inherent difference between himself and them.

Cold-blooded? ...Killing intent?
Atsuta Kawai didn't know how to describe that cold and calm gaze.

He became afraid.

“Sir, could you… could you tell them that I’m just a driver?” Atsuta Kawai asked cautiously.

"I will tell them, but I'm afraid they won't care about you."

After hearing the name of the mask, Kawai Atsuta let out a laugh that was hard to decipher.

(End of this chapter)