Zongman: Please stop destroying the worldview!

Zongman: Please stop destroying the worldview!

Author: The Night Watchman Passing By

Book introduction: The band plot that occupies most of the daily life: [Lonely Rock] [mygo] [gbc]

Contains short side stories from other anime, and a small number of Magic: The Gathering settings have been highly modified, so you can watch it without worry if you don't understand

(A protagonist with invincible combat power but a strange mindset) (A lot of band joyful daily life, a little fantasy battle)

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Mission Book: The next world you will travel through is the world of band girls, accompanied by music and friendship.

A story filled with the ups and downs of youth, and the emotional entanglements of love and hate. Planeswalkers, please be prepared!

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Chen Mo: I understand. I'm ready to cast spells to summon monsters, resurrect the dead, burn enemies, and drain the earth's veins.

Then maximize your physical strength and combat skills, and prepare a few reliable guns brought from the war world.

As for musical instruments, just practice slowly when you get to that world!

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Task Book: Remind users that these preparations are not consistent with the current worldview, please take them seriously

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Chen Mo: I’m serious. Are you sure that this girl band’s worldview won’t include things like gods, multiple personalities, overly-intense women, yanderes, car accidents, melodramatic plots, chaebol wars, time travel, and soul swaps?

It's not like a dragon suddenly appears in this world, the city is full of evil spirits, and people with super powers are running around the streets, right?

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Hey, why aren't you talking?! Answer me! This world isn't that chaotic, is it?! Speak up!

Chapter 1 The Guitarist Dies

"Can you bring the dead back to life?"

On the street illuminated by the blood-red sunset, a girl with short blue hair and a cold face, carrying a musical instrument on her back, asked this taboo question to a young man full of mystery. The whole world seemed to become a little colder.

The young man, sitting at a plain booth, smiled faintly and replied calmly, "Yes, I charge 15,000 yen per day for resurrection, or one magical item. There's no corpse, so there's an additional charge."

"It's too expensive. I only need to be resurrected for an hour. Can I get a discount?"

"No! How can you bargain for a wish like yours to resurrect the dead?"

"Can I use my bass guitar as payment? I think it's pretty magical."

"If it's not this bass, then where did it come from? What's wrong with you?

Isn't it generally the case that people are willing to sacrifice everything, even their souls, for the sake of their loved ones or close friends, to bring them back from the dead?

The girl shrugged. "Because I don't have money to eat... and I won't sell my soul, absolutely not."

The young man covered his face and replied helplessly: "Okay, okay, even if you give me the bass, at least this is my first income since I came to this world.

Tell me, your name, and the name of the person you want to resurrect?"

"My name is Yamada Ryo, and I want to resurrect our band's guitarist, Ikuyo Kita, and have her finish tomorrow's performance before she dies."

"The guitarist's dead, then disband it, asshole!"

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After some meaningless bargaining, the young man determined that the girl before him had a rather unusual mindset and that she had nothing but Beth. He sighed and said, "Alright, lead the way. Let me see what's going on with you guys."

The young man's name was Chen Mo, and he was a planeswalker. Yes, it was the setting in the card game Magic: The Gathering. He had never imagined that as a non-experienced player, he would actually have the opportunity to travel back in time and become a planeswalker with his collection. What a shame! If he had known earlier, he would have bought more powerful cards to add to his collection.

As the lucky few in the multiverse, planeswalkers, after awakening their powers, can travel between various worlds and recreate the things they have encountered through spells—some powerful planeswalkers can even create a world by hand. But this had nothing to do with Chen Mo. He was worried about his meal money tonight.

This world is really incompatible with me. Chen Mo was complaining in his heart as he moved forward with Liang.

The first step for a planeswalker to cast a spell is to communicate with the earth veins, obtain mana of various colors and attributes, and then modulate the mana to form a spell to rewrite reality - but he got stuck at the first step.

What's going on in this world's Japan? Are they discharging too much nuclear wastewater? The ley lines are like a super-stingy miser, unwilling to release even a single drop of mana no matter how hard I try to communicate. If I hadn't remembered to bring an arcane mark before coming here, which would provide a basic supply of mana, I'd be a Muggle now!

As long as he had enough mana, he could easily summon a large amount of treasure. Chen Mo had experienced many dangerous worlds before and had never lacked money. However, he arrived in this world penniless and had to start working from scratch. Working was impossible. After all, he was a serious planeswalker, and if he wanted to be a boss, he had to be the boss!

In Japan, where the household registration system is incredibly relaxed, Chen Mo quickly registered a "Chen Mo Magical Handyman Shop", set up a stall, and put up a sign saying, "Services include exorcism, breaking spells, curses, exorcism, dealing with uncontrolled super powers, dream interpretation, divination, and spiritualism..." He wrote down all the spells he knew and then borrowed computers from internet cafes to advertise everywhere.

The effect was very good. After a week, the first person to visit his shop was Liang, who had a strange way of thinking. He wanted to resurrect the dead and didn't even pay.

This is really too much, Chen Mo thought. It is not difficult to resurrect the dead, but how can I sell the bass to pay off the debt?

"Ah, Ryo, where have you been?! What are we going to do about rehearsal tomorrow?"

A clear voice called out to Chen Mo, bringing him back to reality. They had already reached the entrance of a live house called "Fanxing" in Shimokitazawa. The one calling out to Liang was a girl with blonde hair, red eyes, and a head of absurdly adobo hair, like a Cheetos horn.

Liang pointed at Chen Mo and said, "Hongxia, I found a helper. It cost a lot of money."

"Help?" Hong Xia was stunned for a moment, looking at the young man in front of her: "You, are you here to play guitar?"

Chen Mo: "No, I'm here to revive your guitarist."

Hongxia was visibly frozen, the hair on her head stiffening. Meanwhile, Liang also covered his face with his hands and pretended to cry, "Poor Kita. He died before the band's first live, without even saying goodbye to us..."

Hong Xia finally reacted, pinched Liang's mouth and shouted, "What are you talking about! Don't kill people without permission!"

Today's bands are really scary. High school students playing in bands have started killing people. But relatively speaking, it must be easier for the murderer to resurrect the dead.

Chen Mo looked at Liang and nodded. "If you killed him yourself, it would be much easier to resurrect him. Where is the body hidden?"

Hong Xia was getting more and more upset. How could Liang be so embarrassed and exposed to the public? And he even dragged in a handsome guy he didn't know to join in the fun! She was really worried about the band's affairs!

"Kita ran away, not dead! Sir, please stop fooling around with Ryo!"

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A moment later, three people sat together at the small table in the starry sky.

Hong Xia brought Chen Mo a drink and apologized, "I'm sorry, sir. Liang keeps talking nonsense like that. I'm sorry to bother you."

Liang covered his face: "Hong Xia is too much"

Chen Mo didn't care at all: "Don't call me sir, just call me Chen Mo. So you don't want to resurrect the guitarist."

Hong Xia sat down with a gloomy face, and the chocolate horns on her head drooped. "Ryo, Kita, and I formed a band, and everything was going well. We were going to perform on stage tomorrow. But Kita suddenly ran away, and we can't find her anywhere. It's confirmed that tomorrow's performance cannot be canceled. If we can't find a replacement guitarist, things will be troublesome."

Chen Mo held the teacup, thought for a moment, and said, "Then let's switch business. I'll use divination to help you find a replacement guitarist."

Hong Xia: "Huh? Divination? Does it really work?"

A small trinket appeared in Chen Mo's hand, sparkling with a blue light. He smiled and replied, "Of course it works. Although this Liang likes to talk nonsense, I am the real deal."

【Choice】

Costs 1 blue mana

Type Instant Spell

Unknown source

Divination once, choose or reject the future you see

In the game, this card merely checked the top of the deck and added a card, but the actual effect of the spell was a true prediction of future possibilities. As the card was released, a blue screen of light appeared in front of Chen Mo. Seeing this magical light effect, Liang and Hongxia sat up straight and stared at him in surprise.

I thought this young man who opened the Magic Handyman Shop was a fan of astrology and divination games, but it turns out he can actually use magic!

The band is saved!

Chen Mo: "I saw it. Go to Shimokitazawa Park tomorrow afternoon. You can find your future bandmate at the swing opposite the bench. He's a very good guitarist."

Very good!

Hong Xia's hair started dancing. Chen Mo could actually give such an accurate time and location, it seemed he wasn't lying. She couldn't wait to ask, "So, what kind of person is our new guitarist?"

She didn't even realize that she was clenching her other hand tightly, and her palms were sweating from nervousness.

Chen Mo looked at the scene of tomorrow's live broadcast on the screen and replied in confusion:

"Uh, your new guitarist, is he a... mango?"

Chapter 2 The Guitarist is Mango

Today, Goto Ichiri is still in a state of depression.

As a hopeless sufferer of severe social anxiety, this pink-haired girl has successfully achieved the grand slam record of not having a single friend in kindergarten, elementary school and junior high school. With the start of high school, she is sure to achieve greater glory.

Yili sat on a park swing, the guitar swaying gently on her back, just like her dying heart. Believing that playing guitar would bring popularity, she practiced six hours a day for years. Even with tens of thousands of followers on YouTube, she still received no attention in high school.

She walked around with her guitar slung over her shoulder, openly flipped through rock magazines in her seat, and had band logos plastered all over her backpack and desk, yet no one came to discuss music with her! Do high school students these days have no interest in music?!

No, there was another possibility, that was that other people had already noticed it, but simply didn't want to talk to a weirdo like me.

No, no! Don't do this! I'm going to have a mental breakdown!

If I think about it carefully, a loner like me, even playing rock music can't get rid of the dark temperament in me, as well as the smell of mothballs and mold in the closet. It turns out that there is no place for me in the real world. I might as well go home and continue to huddle in the dark closet and rot slowly.

Yili sat quietly on the swing, but his spirit had been beaten to the point of almost collapse by himself - Namo San, this is also one aspect of the daily life of people with social anxiety!

Just then, a turning point appeared. She saw a tired and worried middle-aged man sitting on a park bench, exuding a lonely mood. Is it, is it the same kind!?

As expected, those who find themselves alone in this secluded corner of the park are filled with loneliness. They must be just like me, struggling with relationships. Even if they have a family, it will fall apart, and even if they have friends, they will leave. Even so, it's still much better than me, who has never had any friends.

Before Yili could make more rude assumptions about this middle-aged man's family being torn apart by his wife and children, another young man came over and spoke to the middle-aged man:

"Excuse me, can you play guitar?"

The middle-aged man replied with some confusion: "No, sorry, I'm waiting for my wife and children."

"excuse me."

"You're actually a happy and sunny family. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have lumped you and me into the same category without permission..."

Wait a minute! What's that handsome guy who just arrived saying? He's asking if someone can play guitar.