In summer, the huge sun releases light and heat, and there is a slightly roasted smell in the air. Over the city, the light on the asphalt road is slightly distorted, and the tall traffic lights have a slight arc when viewed from a distance.
The outer windows of high-rise buildings reflect light, turning the entire city into a furnace. The thermometer on the street shows that it is close to 40℃.
The wind that occasionally blows in your face carries an astonishing temperature, like a lion's tongue that has not put away its barbs, leaving an unbearable burning sensation on the skin.
This is a rare weather in Tokyo. As a representative of the subtropical maritime monsoon climate, the annual average temperature here is only 15.6 degrees Celsius. So far, the highest temperature recorded in history is only 39.5 degrees Celsius.
The commentators on the TV station are exaggerating the specialness of this day, as if the fateful moment is about to come, making people immersed in this secondary feeling, and then a slight sense of shame arises.
On both sides of the commentator sat the idol groups who were packaged together for the show. They were wearing fluffy light yellow skirts, exposing their cute arms and long legs. They were obviously sitting in the studio enjoying the air-conditioning, but everyone was exaggerating in agreement. There is also a person with twin ponytails who is so sad that he is about to cry. He should get the simple fool character script.
But it was on this day, such a hot and special day.
At a fateful moment that they believe should be recorded as a major historical event in Tokyo in the past twenty years, it should be reasonable (and welcome) for some accidents that cannot be understood by idols and TV commentators to happen, right?
"Everyone who is at home must be prepared to prevent heat stroke, and those who work in the company should also work with peace of mind. If you find someone suffering from heat stroke, you can refer to the following measures..."
The next segment began to play on the TV, which was a special program for heatstroke prevention at this time of year. As a special guest, the doctor of medicine appeared on the stage amidst the cheers of the crowd and began to talk.
In addition to the TV, there is a large finely decorated living room.
The TV is hung on the wall, with a low table placed underneath. On the table are various types of controllers, game consoles covered with wires, a mobile phone covered with a two-dimensional blue short-haired girl's protective case, and a flat
Electronic clock.
The time is displayed on the dial.
「16:02:13」
The air conditioner on the other wall flashed a regular red light, without a trace of cold air blowing out. At some point, the outdoor unit had stopped working, and a few traces of water leaking from the condenser pipe slid down the painted wall.
The airtight room was now illuminated by the sun like an oven, and every breath made one's throat burn.
In such a stuffy room, a tall young man was lying on the mat on the ground, like a corpse, his face was extremely pale, and his brows were frowning subconsciously.
His appearance can be said to be quite handsome. Under the slightly curly hair, he has deep facial features that are rare for Neon people. His eyebrows are thick and his lips are thin and clear. Unfortunately, his eye sockets are deepened due to heat stroke and his lips are pale, which ruins the overall beauty of this face.
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Below he is wearing a white T-shirt with the Chinese characters for "World No. 2" printed on it, and underneath is a pair of large red NBA All-Star basketball pants.
It is also worth mentioning that the young man’s exposed muscles were still twitching from time to time, and he was obviously still alive. It happened that at this time, the doctor of medicine on TV popularized the situation of severe heat stroke. If there is no mistake, the young man is now his best teacher.
teaching aids.
"Ding——"
At this time, the screen of the mobile phone placed on the low table lit up, and a line message from Reina Kobayashi popped up:
"Senior, why didn't you come to work today? ヾ(?｀Д′?)?彡"
"I have to be on duty for seniors~!"
"Moses Moses~????)?"
The young man's pale face fluctuated slightly due to the ringtone of his cell phone, and his furrowed eyebrows twisted together almost instantly.
After all, replying to mobile phone messages is the instinct of modern people.
"Uh——"
The eyelids trembled, the chest heaved, and then the thin breathing became violent and rapid.
The withered lips trembled and uttered unclear syllables.
"The brave..."
Finally, the young man's eyes suddenly opened, with some strong emotion in them, and his eyebrows were raised sharply. He stood up suddenly and roared:
"Damnable hero!!!"
His body subconsciously wanted to hold the sword and continue fighting the brave man for three hundred rounds, but his weak body could not support his movements, so the back of his head hit the mat again.
With a "bang", in an instant, the pain everywhere in his body became clear. His whole head seemed to be twisted together. Fatigue and pain caused the muscles in his whole body to twitch. The severe tinnitus accompanied by the feeling of vomiting made his whole body feel numb.
Curl up.
Didn't I die, but was captured and tortured by the brave?!
Despicable ~ Damn brave man!
Fragmented memories emerged in his mind, including not only the flash of swords and shadows in the world war, the chest pierced by the brave before his death, but also many strange memories.
Huh?!
The two memories were intertwined, making him scratch his head and moan in pain.
He used his strong will to force himself to recite the magic spell, hoping to relieve his symptoms, but what made him even more panicked was that the spell failed to activate any magic power!
"What's going on?!"
What did those goddesses do to him?
As more and more unfamiliar memories came to him, he almost fell asleep again, but he opened his eyes angrily and veins popped out on his forehead, resisting the body's protective instinct.
Traveled to a different world?
Even if he is the Demon King, it would be too ridiculous to encounter such a thing!?
After a long time, a little sweat oozed from the body, and the young man's chaotic consciousness finally became clearer.
He relied on instinct to get all the way to the refrigerator. Thank God, the journey was not too far.
Holding on to the side wall of the refrigerator, he stood up tenaciously. The moment he opened the refrigerator, the cold air hit his face, and the young man cheered as if he had been saved.
He took out a can of barley tea that was a third full and drank it directly to his mouth.
"Huh!" This time, my life was finally saved.
"Ding——" On the other side, the mobile phone on the low table rang again.
"Senior~ Are you okay? Are you playing some weird galgame again?" This is still news from Reina Kobayashi.
"I'm getting off work soon, do you need me to come over? I can bring you a cheap lunch~"
"If you don't reply within five minutes, I will rush over immediately after get off work!"
"That thing...should be a mobile phone? Let's go take a look first."
The Demon King was a little frightened because he could not sense the magic power. He decided to carefully observe this new environment first.
I glanced at the barley tea in my hand and could easily read the text on the bottle.
When I looked up again, I saw that the air conditioner had stopped working.
He rubbed his brows and quickly got the phone, then quickly returned to the area covered by the refrigerator to enjoy the air-conditioning.
We have accumulated seven messages about Reina Kobayashi, and the last one is of a hippopotamus with a serious expression and bright eyes.
Why hippopotamus?!
The face of Rena Kobayashi automatically appeared in the Demon King's mind. She was a colleague who worked together at a convenience store, and she happened to be a first-year student at the same university. She was sweet and lovely, with cute dimples on both sides of her cheeks when she smiled, and her personality
Lively and very lovable.
However, in memory, the relationship can only be said to be somewhere between familiarity and unfamiliarity.
The young man closed his eyes and thought carefully for a while, confirming his usual reply style.
"Thank you for your concern, Kobayashi-chan, but I just overslept because the air conditioner was too comfortable. I'm really sorry!"
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"Next time you need it, please let me cover for you!"
With a slight snort, the young man put down his cell phone. Replying to this kind of message made him unexpectedly feel disconnected and ashamed.
"Let's not mention the details. First, let's confirm the current situation..."
He held two bottles of barley tea, one on his forehead and one on his chest, and walked into the bathroom barefoot.
Looking in the mirror, he carefully examined his body.
The limbs are long and slender but weak, and every part of the body exudes the smell of weakness and waste, and he is also wearing tasteless and shameful clothes.
"Isn't this the style called 'otaku'?"
The body is very real, the memory is very real, and this high-end apartment on the 13th floor is also very real.
He touched his face bit by bit with his slender fingers, then his neck, chest, and continued downward - it was undoubtedly the "human race".
As the king of the demon clan, he suddenly turned into a weak human being... Although I don't want to accept it, the reality is here.
The Demon King Bezeppe Moulton Ulysses traveled through an unknown amount of time and across many different planes, and came to this strange world. There was no goddess, no hero, and of course no so-called "Demon King". From now on, he will continue to live as the human "Aoi Keisuke".
After stepping hard on his sore and numb feet, Qing Keisuke turned on the faucet and poured some water on his face to keep his consciousness awake. Then he leaned against the wall and continued to digest the memories of this world.
The feeling of regaining a new life made Qing Keisuke feel complicated, including the decadence and unwillingness after success and failure, the guilt of not being able to die with his subordinates, and the shame and a little happiness of living an ignoble existence.
But he also believes that it is more shameful to avoid one's own negative emotions!
So he chose to accept everything, whether it was a punishment or a gift from fate, with a magnanimity far beyond that of ordinary people, and he took this life seriously from then on.
Aoi Keisuke's memory is not a happy one, and there is no comparison with his indulgent life as a devil.
Weak character, lazy and incompetent, refusing to socialize... These are all his problems, so much so that his handsome appearance cannot help him become a normal person.
In addition to its own shortcomings, this family is also unfortunate.
His parents were busy with work and were absent from most of Qing Keisuke's growing up years.
To make matters worse, more than three months ago, his parents disappeared during a trip. The search and rescue team searched in the mountains for more than a month and found nothing. Finally, they withdrew the rescue and continued to search for the two people in name only.
The originally weak boy was severely hit, and he never recovered, and eventually became the host body of Lord Bezepp.
Qing Keisuke wiped away the tears that had flowed inexplicably from the corner of his eyes, his brows wrinkled at first, and then slowly relaxed.
"Since your memory has inevitably had an impact on me, I will relive my life for you in your name, Qing Keisuke!
You are a waste, but I am not!"
He smiled and lifted up his wet bangs, and a tired but confident face appeared in the mirror.