The Self-cultivation of the Passerby Male Protagonist

Shikigami who was being questioned by the master hesitated for a moment before trying to ask:

"...Master Zi, is there really no problem with this matter?"

"Haven't the vampires been cured?"

"No, Master Zi, I'm referring to Wu Ye-jun's matter."

Hearing this, Zi's eyes flickered slightly, and Lan continued:

"Although Wu Ye-kun used to be able to ignore the barrier and enter Gensokyo at will, but seriously, it's not a big deal, but this time..."

Lan frowned delicately.

"Why did that sharp gun appear in the outside world?"

"Hehe, this is very simple, isn't it? Because this is Gungnir's ability."

"……I don't know."

"'Throw it and you'll hit it,' the vampire just threw Gungnir and Gungnir did his job, that's all."

Seeing his own Shikishen's puzzled expression, Zi bent the corner of his eyes:

"Simply put, the vampire's attack hit the 'real Takeya', that's all."

"The 'real Takeya'? Could it be that the body of Takeya-kun in the outside world was identified as the 'target' by Gungnir at that time?"

For such a conclusion, Lan was shocked at first, and then immediately raised doubts:

"However, if this is the case, shouldn't Wu Ye-jun be directly hit by the sharp gun and die? Why is he still alive?"

"The Realm of Illusion and Reality."

Zi smiled faintly:

"Lan, even if it were you, can you be sure when Takeshi is 'real'? He is in Gensokyo? He is outside? He is being attacked? He is waking up? He is eating? Happy Him? Sad him?"

The corner of the mouth curved, and the smile of the realm monster deepened.

"That's a boundary that even we can't distinguish. How can we tell the difference with a mere weapon? What it runs through is both a real martial artist and an illusory martial artist. That's probably how it feels."

"...But, even so, it's inappropriate to put such a powerful weapon in the outside world, right? Leaving aside the vampire's complaints, just say that the Gungnir has been with the vampire itself for hundreds of years. Just relying on that huge monster power, we can't let it go."

"No problem no problem."

Zi didn't care about Lan's worry at all.

"If it's someone else, I'm a little worried, but for Takeya, haha, it's absolutely impossible."

Blue asked puzzledly:

"why?"

"Because Wu is also Wu Ye, even if you give him the power to destroy the world, it doesn't matter. After all, he lacks something decisive."

Chapter 1 Summer and Dreams

"what is this……?"

A red comet falling from the sky like a burning flame, and a green-haired priestess flying in the sky against the red light.

An unknown spell formation shone on the ground, and the sky was full of splashing magic bullets. The roaring and destroying storm came at this moment, and the whole world seemed to tremble.

The falling imperial pillars, the flying iron wheels, the hurricane that swept everything, and the bloody spear that pierced through it.

A landscape like the end of the world was presented in front of the boy.

Subconsciously, he walked towards the terrifying world step by step, reaching out his hand to try to touch that real moment, everything around him began to gradually fade away.

The roaring hurricane, the cracked earth, the shattered sky, everything began to go away, the voices in his ears disappeared little by little, the world in front of him began to fade, and the colors were fading. Suddenly, only a monotonous black and white.

Quietly, the teenager's consciousness gradually blurred, as if he was suddenly deprived of the paleness of vision, and the illusory haze eroded everything.

When the color appeared in the boy's eyes again, the ceiling was still a familiar color, and Xia Chan's cry could already be heard in his ears.

The boy who sat up from the bed looked around at the unchanging scene and sighed softly.

"So it's like this, it's a dream..."

……

Summer is here.

Without warning, the breath of spring has been dyed hot and dry, the cherry blossoms have withered, and when I regained my senses, the bellflowers outside the window have already bloomed.

"Good morning."

Wu Ye, who was sleepy, yawned and walked down the stairs. Even though the living room was empty, he subconsciously called out the greeting.

Silently, he took out a drink from the refrigerator and poured it into his stomach. The cold taste helped Wu Ye dispel a lot of drowsiness.

On the table was the breakfast prepared by the aunts and daughters. After rubbing his dazed head, Wu Ye washed up neatly and sat down at the table to eat breakfast.

"I'm gonna start now."

On the empty dining table, the sound of tableware and plates colliding quietly echoed. Even though the movements of his hands did not slow down, Wu Ye still couldn't hide the tiredness on his face.

Tired...that's what happens sometimes.