There Was No Secret Organization to Fight with the World’s Darkness so I Made One (In Exasperation)

I'm the only one who has to affirm Shigeji's proposed match-pump more than anyone else. If you deny Shigeji, you will deny yourself completely. There is no other way but to get on with the proposal.

For that reason, when I heard Shigeji's proposal, the hiring was finalized and the plan was worked out and implemented, but it was actually tight.

When I was about to start a match pump, I was looking for my deputy, Mr. Tsuki, because I knew it was out of my control, and I asked him to put it on my side and have a full backup.

This time, Shigejiri is about to start a match pump, and it's out of his control, so it takes the form of talking to me and asking me to back it up.

I was able to understand Mr. Tsuki's position, but this is hard. Too much to think about and prepare for. Shigeji's matching pump is to "illuminate Hinoshi Sanjo, who has no psychic powers, with 'I have psychic powers'".

It is easy to say and difficult to do. How do we illuminate him? The easy thing to come up with is to have a PSI drive and say, "This can only be activated by psychics, you can't do it." "Hey, what!? It's activated!" "Wow, you're psychic! Flow."

But there are too many fine holes.

PSI drives can be activated on anyone with psychic blood loaded. Moonlight and Heavenlight members know that, as do the fellows at Zhongshan Tech who are maintaining PSI drives on Baba's behalf. We need all of them to keep their mouths shut in order to get through the lies.

If Sanjing ever lets a nurse, doctor, or family member push the PSI drive switch for any reason, at that point, the lie that "no one can start it except the psychic" will be discovered anymore.

Even though other psychics don't need a PSI drive to use their psychic powers, they won't be able to use it without a PSI drive of their own, which would incite distrust.

No matter how many PSI drives you use, the absence of psychic fatigue is also different from normal psychics. You might find a lie out of it, and even if you don't, you might get depressed saying, "I'm an inferior student who can't use his abilities without a PSI drive".

Stab or monitor nails to avoid starting human annihilation with PSI drives, or stop talking about keeping secrets from falling apart. If you hurt a person on a PSI drive or rip a secret apart, you'll also need to create an accident response outline.

To establish a match pump, you have to deal with everything and prepare for everything.

I get dizzy just thinking about it. Mr. Tachigi can do this a lot.

Since it was unlikely in my hands, I talked to Mr. Tsuki, who was on vacation at Magic Castle, but his reaction was dull. The infirm girl, Hinosho Sanjing, did not touch Mr. Kichigi's harp line.

San-jing isn't typing into anything special. Psychic lovers have also haunted new johns since the topic of the Zen Nikko Feather Tea Flight case boiled down. I'm not a hard worker, I haven't craved magic or psychic powers for years, and I'm not pathologically skinny or cute because of my dark expression. I mean, it's not Mr. Tsuki's taste. It is also significantly negative to have a desire for ruin.

Mr. Tsuki didn't deny the Shige Match Pump (probably by putting my face up), but he was obviously not motivated to ride, and this time he announced that he would not participate in the event. Sad.

Mr. Tsuki flirted with me, so I decided to impress another woman.

I met him at the coffee shop, and Baba, whom I haven't seen in a long time, was completely socially flavored.

Wearing sunglasses, wearing leather jeans even though it is summer, wearing damaged jeans, lotus and moon tattoos around her neck, chocolate cigarettes, no heart or ora until she walks.

However, there was no change in the four braided silver hair and the branches of the tree inserted there. In the first place, the smile came before the horror because the appearance of the base was low, and the other guests in the coffee shop saw it and laughed at it. It's ironic that I'm more scared of being dressed in normal clothes just because I'm an arm.

I laughed, too, and I got cancer jumped over my sunglasses, but I'm not scared at all. Then they laughed at each other from either side and ordered coffee and mixed juice to get to the point.

The outfit hasn't changed at all anyway, and when I explained the situation and talked to her, she lent me her grandmother's wisdom bag properly.

First, the first thing they said was to set a deadline.

Unlike the world's dark match pumps, where the enemy is fake but it is true that he has superpowers, the very fact that Shigejitsu match pumps have superpowers is a lie. I can't make you pretend to have psychic powers forever. Even if I can handle it for weeks or months, I can't go on for years.

Even the world's darkness match pump is prepared for the end of "erase the world's darkness".

The Shigejitsu matching pump also ends, but it needs a deadline. Failure to do so will continue with cheating forever, matching pumps will be found out in an unintentional fashion, and no one will be happy to end up.

I was impressed with it because it was very convincing advice. Baba stunned me. Said, 'If you want to plan a match pump, think about it to this extent, naturally'. There's no sound of goo either.

Sorry for the poor planning. No, Mr. Tsuki and Baba are too good. The acting skills are also different digits.

After receiving some other detailed advice, I heard about the recent situation, but it seems that the aftermath of the seventy-third division of the case has already been completed and I am enjoying planning and running an exclusive lunar and evening viewing event on the lunar and evening viewing side. I didn't hear that!

It's sloppy. Let me bite one, too, and if I do, they'll poke me back and ask me if I can afford that, and once again, I can't say anything.

In the meantime, I promised to replace the event movie I shot later. Looking forward to it.

Baba said he was totally going to stay to see the moon and night when he left. You seem to like the dark fallen position of "a mechanic who betrayed the Light Faction and joined the Dark Faction". I think I have a bad taste, but I know how it feels. Am I still a patient with two illnesses?

It should be noted that I have the full payment for the coffee shop and at some point the cash was slit from my wallet and instead the receipt was in the name of "advice fee". The moon and night sights become too financially difficult to cry over than I get angry over the theft damage.

That's how I got the plan, so I ran down to prep. Shigeji writes and punches the script while skipping ink stains with his favorite fountain pen (¥1,200,000) on the hospital bed. I persuade and ask the people involved to beat him with a bunch of bills to match the back of his mouth. Zhongshan Tech's team modifies the PSI drive made of adult size from high school students to fit Sanjing, a stature of elementary school children.

We finished our preparations in ten days and the stage was ready.

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Finally, it is time to start the shigeki matching pump. By way of example, while polishing a glass of wine in Tianyado, I am mindful of remote surveillance support photography.

It was a hot summer day. It is also Shigeji's discharge date.

Shigeji, who received a bouquet of comfort festivities from the hospital director at the front entrance of Ota General Medical Hospital, went straight into the hospital again without reading the air.

"Forgot something?

"No, it's a sympathy. Your beloved daughter. Poor thing, my real father didn't come to see me once a month."

"Is that so?"

Ironically for Shigeji, the hospital director returned a pale answer that was neither poisonous nor medicinal, and went straight back to work. Shigejiri painstakingly drops off his flickering white coat.

Sanjing's family is also deeply in darkness for the price...... but the hospital director reads so much about Sanjing's grassy spot disease that he can rub it off, and people don't know what it looks like because he's making a night TV call by connecting with the authority of overseas grassy spot disease, or because he's offering high money to pick up and administer medicines for symptom relief that aren't approved in Japan.

It saddens me that no matter how much I put into treatment, they only think of me as a cold father who won't come to see me at all for Sanjing.

San-jing, who had wrapped his smartphone around the worst dark air in the past few days in the bed of the hospital room in the special ward, glistened for a moment when she saw Shigeji sneaking back with a luxurious bouquet of flowers. but I immediately return to my shady expression and say it disgustingly.

"What? You jumped in the car again?

"No, no, it's just a visit. On your behalf. Look, it's from your father. Can you take it, ma'am?"

"This is with what your father always uses to celebrate pleasure. You must be shigeki."

"…… Ha-ha-ha!

Shigeji, kneeling and offering a bouquet of flowers, was kicked, laughed and misled. San-jing is looking at it with white eyes. I'm not deluding you. I don't think so.

The script of Shigejitsu says, "I'm happy to receive a bouquet of flowers." Isn't it too early for a scenario collapse?

After coughing up and re-partitioning the field, Shigejiri stuck his hand in the bouquet of flowers and took out the sceptred PSI drive that had been stored in subspace as a trick.

"And this is a gift from Non. This is a special scepter. Only the chosen one can draw strength. I'm not sure if I can use it for Hinoshi-kun, but I want you to have it as an amulet. I'm sure it'll help."

"That's the way it's set. Yes, sir."

San-jing handles salt. I've already found out that Shigejiji is blowing up.

But this place is woven. Shigeji smiles gently while pressing.

"I don't care what you think, but I don't care if you always carry it with you. Never leave it somewhere and walk away."

"Huh?"

"Will you promise me? Make sure you carry this with you."

Sanjing looked frigid at the serious sigger.

"Why?"

"I'll see. If the time comes when you need it...... no, you shouldn't come. If you try to hold it instead of the walking stick that you always use, there's no obstacle? Come on, will you take it?

"…… OK."

San-jing receives a cane to touch even dirty objects while looking suspicious, and places it beside the bed. Now for the first time, it is OK to make the product.

Shigeji and his wife then infiltrated the research city for a while and used their psychic powers to stop the spread of the zombie virus and start talking about saving the world before telling them their spare time. Sanjing asked anxiously at Shigeji, who had risen from her chair.

"Will you come back?

"If fate tells you so."

"No, not fate or anything. Are you coming back? What do you think? When? Tomorrow? The day after tomorrow?"

"Uh, we'll be here in a week. I'm too busy fighting the darkness of the world."

"If you don't come, I will kill all of humanity."

"Oh, scary, scary. Let's keep our promises. Though the shadow of the sun, keep the promise of the scepter."

Shigeji waved and left the hospital room.

As he walks down the hospital corridor, Shigeji squeals into the void.

"I guess this is the place. Sasako-kun, I'll leave you to it."

All right, I'm in charge. From now on, it's my turn.

Then a few hours later, the night of Shigejitsu's discharge. At three ugly times when the grass also sleeps, I woke Sanjing up in bed, shaking her softly with my mind.

Something crawls in the hallway just outside the hospital room at a volume that sounds critical to San-jing as she hits her back and tries to sleep again. It's not the sound of people walking. Who the hell are you...?

No, well, blah, I'm just crawling with my mind about the confusing thing of setting: the dark of the false world, which simulates with my mind the darkness of setting: attacking something with psychic qualities. Shota-kun was impressed when he showed the demonstration to Heavenly Lights members that it seemed real.

The unusual noise of the incompetent becomes progressively louder. Sanjing also woke up on the boulder and softly woke up and cleared her ears so that she wouldn't make a sound while seeping in a slight fear.

At that time, the noise, which was approaching the hospital room from the hallway, stopped. All I can hear is the quiet roar of the refrigerator provided in the hospital room already.

The noise was too clear for my mind. Come on, what do we do?

From here, we assume a panic route where the darkness of the fake world storms Sanjing, who decided to sleep thick and twice in the hospital room, a horror route where anxiety drives him to push nurse calls but not connect, and a confrontation route where he goes out in the hallway to investigate and encounter the darkness of the fake world. Otherwise, I would like you to go with one of the three because it is hard for me to handle the ad hoc.

"Is anybody here?

Sanjing emitted a voice to whisper as loud as she could hear in the critical hallway, but there was no response. San-jing was lost for a while because of how anxiety and reassurance turned out, but she wore slippers and headed out to check the hallway with a proper tin cane to kill the footsteps as promised to Shigeji.

Showdown route, come in.

When Sanjing went out into the hallway, the hallway lights that were supposed to light up automatically with the motion sensors didn't turn on. Sanjing stops once and leaves the hospital room and hallway, but the lights still don't work.

This is not just a malfunction. of the darkness of the world... something... negative aura... something horrible, electrical disturbance? is happening or something like that.

Anyway, it's creepy. That's important.

Most people find the hospital at night creepy. A space reminiscent of the unique smell, unusual sensation, death or pain of a drifting disinfectant. That is doubled in the darkness and quiet of the night.

Sanjing won't feel the fear that the average person would feel about the hospital at night because the hospital is like a house, but in a way, it's far more scary than that of the hospital at night when there's a crawling noise that you can't handle at night and suddenly you can't hear. It's one of the things that makes me want to make sure it's safe.

Look around the dreary hallway and rely on the green guiding light at the end of the hallway to gaze into the darkness. Sanjing immediately noticed something moving in the corner of the hallway. It's too dark for the contours to be clear, but it's clearly not in the shape of a person, it's an indeterminate nanica.

Hih, and a small scream leaks.

"…… who?

I ask with a hugging, trembling voice of a tin cane, but I have no answer.

My breath gets rough. Begin to shrink. So the lights in the hallway blinked and the lights turned on.

There is a sharp scream in the dewy alien.

A unique glossy, pitch-black epidermis with a visible nucleus that waters it down. We're dragging a body made of water to crawl with disgust that fuels physiological aversion, and that's what makes it the embodiment of mankind's desire for violence, the enemies of the psychic...

- The darkness of the world.

The, fake.

The setting is fake, but the structure is usually scary because it is 100% authentic.

... No, this is normally close to extremes. I have incontinence with a rattling tremor about whether it was because I was too focused on the situation or whether Sanjing lost her hips and even had a vibration function.

Shit, I overdid it. But we can't interrupt now, let's go with a fast forward.

Start the cane-shaped PSI drive that San-jing is about to hold. It is Shota-kun's refined fuel that is set. If you guide him with your mind the white cold air that erupted by wrapping a vortex around him, he will rise a cloud of the dark ice statue of the world. So, he smashed it up, scattered it down the hallway with ice kakera, and died. Appeal.

"No, this, this."

Sanjing is incredible, comparing the sceptre to the dark remains of the world.

There, standing on a pier outside the window, waiting to leave, Shigejiri opened the window at my signal and slipped into the hallway with his body that he had sensed the appearance of darkness in the world and rushed to it.

Shigejiji, who had a black moya in his hands, pretended to look open his eyes in amazement when he saw Sanjing with the darkness of the defeated world and a tin cane.

"No way...... I'm surprised. I didn't expect to 'awaken' so soon."

Surprised by the emergence of Shigeji, Shigeji reached out to Sanjing, who was surprised by the paranormal black moya that clung to Shigeji's hand and went from earlier to without surprise.

"Can you stand? Are you hurt?"

"Shi, shigeji, you know, this, could be me"

"Mm-hmm. The shadow of day. You're... you're a psychic."