Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 201 Landing in Sakura
“Ding~”

A sound of a module being purchased and loaded.

Once again, data and information enter the brain.

However, this time the content is much less than before, so simple that it can be said that it is just a button added to the gray panel.

With the information in his brain, Lü Gu immediately understood how to use the new module.

Without hesitation, he pressed the button.

"Dang——!"

After a notification sound, Lü Gu saw a row of green text suddenly appear in the lower left corner of his vision.

"Player Lü Gu has joined the room."

The moment this message popped up, it completely stunned Lü Gu.

Before he could react, he saw a blur before his eyes, and a familiar figure instantly appeared in the previously empty space.

"Eh?!"

"Eh?!"

"I rely on!!"

"I rely on!!"

As soon as the figure appeared, Lü Gu felt that the scene in front of him suddenly became very strange, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

next moment.

Then I felt myself suddenly plummeting downwards, and I couldn't help but cry out in surprise.

Almost instinctively, I put on a bat template, and my falling body suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Once he recovered from the shock, he realized what the problem was.

Because the surrounding area was all clouds and sky, with no reference points, I didn't notice anything wrong at first.

But now that he had regained his balance, he took a closer look and quickly noticed something was wrong.

At this moment, in Lü Gu's field of vision, there was another "Lü Gu" with a surprised look in his eyes staring at him.

It's not another person.

Instead, at this moment, Lu Gu has two perspectives in his consciousness, and there is a version of himself in each perspective.

At first, this abrupt "split personality" perspective confused Lü Gu.

Trying to control his body's movements, he discovered that two bodies from different perspectives were moving simultaneously.

It's as awkward as a person using the same hand and foot.

Fortunately, Lü Gu's mental strength is now far beyond that of ordinary people.

After circling in mid-air a few times, it successfully adapted to this complex sensory experience that transcends the limits of the human brain.

In just a few minutes, you can make two bodies do different things from different perspectives and with different movements.

Once the awkwardness subsides, all that's left is the novelty.

Lu Gu first tried to have the two bodies use different module permissions from different perspectives.

I found it to be very smooth to operate, with no difference from when I was operating a single body.

Finally, he even tilted his body, raised his hand up and down, and slowly touched it with his index finger, mimicking the famous scene.

The feeling of touching oneself is quite novel, both familiar as if one's left hand were holding one's right hand, yet completely different and difficult to describe in words.

Filled with this novel experience, Lü and Gu experimented with various new modules in the air.

After fiddling around for more than half an hour, I finally started to get a little bored and remembered the important things I hadn't finished.

Standing in mid-air, I opened the gray panel in my consciousness again, but this time I tapped it six times.

"Player Lü Gu has joined the room."

"Player Lü Gu has joined the room."

"Player Lü Gu has joined the room."

"Player Lü Gu has joined the room."

"..."

In an instant, a small area in the lower left corner of the screen was flooded with notifications of newly joined players.

next moment.

Lu Gu then saw a sudden flash in the empty air in front of him, and six familiar figures appeared out of thin air.

The newcomers, having entered without any modules or modifications installed, plummeted rapidly towards the sea below.

However, this time, having already adapted to the "split personality" perspective, he showed no panic whatsoever.

With a thought, the module was brought up...

Then, the six figures that had just fallen slowly floated up again.

Including the first two, there were a total of eight Taoists who looked exactly alike, with white hair and youthful faces, and an air of otherworldly grace, floating in mid-air and surrounding each other.

Everyone was looking around, glancing in different directions, their actions varied wildly.

Since everyone except Lu Gu, who was the first to have equipment and enchantments, was in a blank state.

At this moment, they were all busy setting up modules, taking out weapons and equipment from time to time, and quickly enchanting and equipping them.

However, having gained previous experience, they were also extremely skilled at arming and strengthening themselves.

It didn't take long before the equipment was ready and the potion effects were tested.

The only one who didn't move much, just observing, was Lu Gu. His gaze swept over the faces that were exactly the same as his own, and they made eye contact and nodded to each other.

"Very good, very energetic!"

"Now, let's assign tasks..."

"First, go to that island nation below and take control of the overall situation."

“Keep one in the domestic world, keep one in the desert rubber tree ruins, and then set aside another to build ruins and distribute rare treasures in various places.”

"The bald eagles have been kept free-range for a long time, so one of them needs to go over there to avoid any problems."

"Then there's the ethereal dimension, which still needs some construction and modification. Although the floating islands, white clouds, and a bunch of winged animals are already quite surreal, it's still a bit lacking in paradise and needs some beautification..."

"...But since we've started, let's do it all at once. The End and Hell also need some modifications..."

At first, Lü Gu was giving instructions on the task, but it wouldn't be wrong to say that he was talking to himself or muttering to himself.

There were enough people immediately, and one was assigned to each node.

The remaining three all joined the construction team that modified the dimensional environment.

After assigning the tasks, Lü Gu didn't delay any longer. The eight people actually shared the same mindset, or rather, the same consciousness.

After finding their monologues somewhat boring, they all shut up and then used their teleportation privileges to disappear from their spots one after another.

Soon, only one figure remained in mid-air, standing in the sky.

The wind in the air made Lü Gu's wide, moon-white Taoist robe flutter loudly.

At this moment, although he was looking straight ahead, his pupils reflected a completely different scene.

Sometimes it's a foreign street filled with English signs, sometimes it's a desolate scene covered in yellow sand.

Suddenly, it transformed into a dreamlike celestial realm filled with a sea of ​​white clouds, echoing the oppressive, dark red landscape of hell.

The mysterious and desolate island of the end is bustling with activity, a lively little town teeming with people.

Finally, a wooden door with peeling paint stood out from the rest. Pushing it open with both hands, a simple and quiet worldview came into view.

Finally, the scene before my eyes faded away, and the long, narrow island nation beneath the sea of ​​clouds came into view.

"The Land of Cherry Blossoms... This humble Taoist has arrived!"

"Hahaha~"

Lu Gu swooped down.

The laughter, accompanied by the faint sound of whales, quickly faded into the distance.

……

Time passes.

As the sun and moon alternated, the sky gradually darkened.

now.

The streets of Tokyo are ablaze with neon lights at dusk.

Excited crowds sang loudly, while exhausted office workers squeezed onto the last bus.

Sato is one of them.

With a slightly receding hairline and a gray suit, he was covered in sweat on the crowded subway in the middle of summer.

people.

Men and women, young and old.

Everywhere I looked, there were people, densely packed together, one crowding after another.

Just like products in convenience stores that are sold by quantity, making full use of every inch of packaging space.

Cheap, just like myself, and many other commuters in this carriage.

Sato sometimes wonders if one day he, like his predecessors, will die under this train carriage in order to escape all of this.

But whenever he thought of his relatively virtuous wife and young daughter at home, he would be pulled back from dangerous thoughts. Once upon a time, fresh out of school, he also believed that hard work and time could bring about change.

But now that he's over thirty, he still hasn't seen a single bench for people to rest on in his life.

It's as if we'll keep walking like this until one day, when we take another step, we realize we're too old to walk anymore.

Or perhaps before that, they were fired one morning by a stingy company president, and then, like many unemployed middle-aged people in the newspapers…

This is a cooking process called life, which slowly scorches and cooks the ingredients without them even realizing it.

What's painful is that the half-baked Sato discovered this, but it was too late to change anything.

Gas bills, water and electricity bills, and the elderly at home—everything fills up that little margin for error.

Life seems to consist of nothing more than getting up, squeezing onto the subway, going to work, sitting until the moon rises, then dragging my accumulated ailments home on the subway to sleep, and then repeating the cycle again.

He is already very lucky.

He has a wife who isn't particularly beautiful but is kind and caring enough, and a lovely daughter. He also doesn't have those unreasonable elders, brothers, or friends.

He was lucky enough to have made it to his current age without any major incidents.

But he also saw people around him who, for various reasons, couldn't persevere and ended up in trees, under cars, or in lakes.

And just today, in the company's office building.

His workstation was near the window, which allowed him to see a senior colleague he had only met a few times before the colleague jumped off the rooftop.

The image of that figure falling from the window was still playing clearly in Sato's mind.

A fourth option has emerged.

"Creak...crack..."

As the tram swayed, the fleeting view showed an endless crowd of people with their necks drooping.

Sato couldn't help but recall a proverb circulating online from that ancient country next door.

"...To make an example of someone..."

Sato felt that this sentence described him perfectly, except that it was society, or rather, the country, that was taking action.

One by one, familiar or unfamiliar people around me demonstrated the consequences of making mistakes, yet fate alone did not strike me.

He could be described as lucky, but this luck felt like a cold rope, wrapping around him again and again, bringing suffocation and a chilling sense of oppression.

He had no idea whether he would be next, or whether he would become the chicken that alerted others.

After witnessing the choices made by more and more people, he became increasingly worried about this issue, and even suffered from insomnia.

But there was no time to see a doctor, so he could only rely on medication to get through it.

The pressure at work is increasing, and I feel my spirits are becoming more and more depressed. I feel that the day when I have to make a choice is getting closer and closer.

But everything must continue, and the cycle must repeat itself.

"Ding--!"

A slightly jarring ringtone signaled the arrival of the subway.

It also awakened Sato, who was in a daze in the enclosed space.

He began to blindly follow the crowd, going through the same familiar routine.

The gleaming floor reflects the platform lights.

The sound of shoes hitting the floor was monotonous and noisy all the way.

"Pfft—~"

As the automatic doors opened, a cool night breeze rushed in, instantly invigorating Sato, who had been groggily walking out of the station.

Hearing footsteps behind him, he quickly stepped aside to make way for the door.

Holding his briefcase, he stared blankly up at the two towering buildings and the pale, round moon.

"Is it...already almost the moon viewing season? I think it's only June..."

"...Never mind...maybe I've just been too tired lately and forgot..."

Although he was somewhat surprised, his tired and listless state of mind made him stop paying attention to the matter.

Instead, he turned and walked towards a dimly lit street, muttering to himself.

"...Moon Viewing... Madoka's favorite holiday...maybe I could take on that outsourcing job and buy some gifts or something..."

The sound of talking to oneself drifted and dissipated in the dimly lit streets.

Sato continued walking forward along the straight street, the closest road to his house.

Just walk straight, then take some side roads, and you'll get home the fastest.

Just like every day before.

But today, things seem a little different.

Normally, there wouldn't be many people on this street at this time.

As an illustrator for the company, he often worked overtime until late at night and never met any fellow artists.

But now, stepping out of the stuffy, oxygen-deprived subway car, the night breeze helped clear his mind, which had been foggy from a busy day.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps reached my ears from behind.

He didn't pay much attention at first, assuming it was just someone he happened to be walking with at night.

However, ten minutes passed.

Five intersections have already passed, but the footsteps behind me are still following closely, and perhaps it's just my imagination, but the sound seems to be getting closer.

This is rather unusual.

At this moment, Sato, feeling a vague unease, turned his head slightly and looked to one side.

There was a grove of trees, silhouetted against the night sky, and he knew it was the outskirts of a park. Beyond that, there was a large bridge.

Due to budget constraints, Sato initially purchased a cheap property in a remote suburban location.

There were no other residential areas nearby besides the building where I lived.

However, due to soaring prices and economic downturn, that residential area, which did not have any geographical advantages, was not easy to sell.

From what he knows, after living there for so many years, only some elderly people live there.

Normally at this time, they wouldn't walk this far home.

Once I understood all this, the footsteps behind me became even more suspicious.

Sato even felt that the palms of his hands, which were holding the briefcase, were soaked with nervous sweat.

Some news reports and casual conversations with colleagues about heinous incidents involuntarily surfaced in my mind.

A stalker, a midnight serial killer...

In this high-pressure society, these stimulating and impactful topics have an unusually strong market.

Sato, who has a little free time, is very interested in these kinds of stories and news...

But now, he so desperately wishes he had never known.

My heart was pounding with tension and fear, and my breathing became rapid. My pace gradually quickened, eventually turning into a jog.

But the footsteps that had been trailing behind him quickened their pace, and even drew closer as he ran frantically.

However, this didn't last long.

Having not exercised or run for a long time, and having sat at his workstation for many years, his body had aged considerably and he suffered from various occupational pains.

Soon, the nerves in my legs began to send warning signals that the condition was about to deteriorate.

After running for only a few minutes, Sato felt a burning sensation in his lungs, and his legs were trembling slightly, unable to exert any strength.

He couldn't help but let out a bitter smile.

"Huff...I...huff...cough cough!"

Sato staggered forward two more steps, then completely gave way, clutching his chest and coughing violently.

He imagined his wife and daughters, who were probably still at the dinner table, waiting for him to come home, which wasn't far away.

His eyes, which were covered with thick bruises, suddenly flashed with a fierce look.

Suddenly, he burst out with strength, grabbed the telephone pole beside him, turned around, and held the heavy briefcase in his right hand in front of him.

He then tried his best to suppress his voice and let out a menacing growl.

"Get lost!! I'm not someone to be messed with!!"

"Believe it or not!...I'll...hit you..."

Summoning his courage, he roared and howled in the direction from which the footsteps came, threatening them in an attempt to scare them away.

But when his eyes focused, he saw clearly the figure that had been following him.

"Boom--!"

With a crisp sound, the heavy briefcase slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

The old locks snapped open, and all sorts of colorful drawings scattered out, carried away by the wind.

As Sato turned around, his expression gradually froze, and finally, even his threatening voice grew dry.

He raised his head higher and higher, his face visibly turning pale, his lips trembling, until he finally met the gaze of the person who had been following him all this way.

"..."

"Aa ...

(End of this chapter)