My youth love story can definitely be written

Then casually renamed the fallen angel who was kneeling on the ground.Urushihara was obviously unhappy when he heard the name, but after the Demon King glared at him viciously, he honestly accepted his fate.

"Um, Brother Maou, I'm a bit confused, can you explain to me what's going on."

The devil looked back, and the back of his working place was looking at him timidly.

Maybe you were shocked by the way you look?

Thinking like this, he withdrew his magic power and became a human again-this was also a new method he explored during the time he lost his magic power.

"Well, it will take a lot of time to explain. The time for part-time work is almost here. I don't want to lose my full attendance this month. So, can I tell you in detail when I teach Xiaoqian to maintain the ice cream machine?"

Chiho looked at the Demon King who was smiling like this...No, Maou Sadao, smiling.

"En, Maou!"

The Lucifer stuff here is just casually written, please don’t care... Finally the protagonist’s true template is out, so troublesome.

Ah, Ante Isula is the same as Damoli, but the world of Biqigu is different from the original. There are no bosses such as earth particles...

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"who am I".This is a problem that every person who studies philosophy must understand and solve.

Biqigu is not a philosopher. As an ordinary traverser, he is now also facing this basic and profound theme that has never changed in the history of human development——

who am I?

I am Higiya Hachiman, but my memory tells me that I should have another name and live on the other side.

Okay, even if you think of that as a past life, who am I now?

Than Keiya Hachiman?

Sasaki Kojiro?

Or is it morning star Lucifer?

"With all due respect, you are thinking too much, my master."

The long-unheard electronic sound interrupted Biqigu's thoughts, and he asked in amazement.

"Jarvis?"

"Yes, my master, long time no see. Also, please don't talk to yourself like this on the street, and passers-by will be regarded as perverted. Just think in your heart."

"I know, Jarvis, where have you been so long?"

"I've always been, my master."

"Then why didn't you respond to me when I called you?"

"Don't you know the reason for this?"

"Speak human words."

Biqigu frowned dissatisfied,

"I should know what I mean?"

"Oh, sorry, my master. My words do not contain malicious intent. Please forgive me if I speak improperly-I mean, because of the Ex-level skills you extracted, I have to improve myself. Concept level to identify it, which is why you have been unable to correctly recognize this skill for so long because I cannot identify it."

"..."

Biqigu was silent for a while and said, his words carefully,

"Jarvis, you know, I won't ask where you came from? Why do you recognize me as Lord? What is your purpose? Such a stupid question. I have only one question—"

Biqigu hesitated for a moment, and then asked.

"Jarvis, you will never hurt me, will you?"

The electronic sound was blurred, and it solemnly said,

"You are my master, and Jarvis will never be against the master."

"That's good."

Biqigu nodded comfortably. From beginning to end, his only power in this chaotic world was Jarvis-everything this system gave him. If one day, he suddenly loses the system, or the system suddenly declares rebellion, then It was a miserable scene he couldn't imagine.

"By the way, what did you mean when you said I thought too much?"

Relaxing, Biqigu suddenly remembered what Jarvis had just said, and asked curiously.

"Well, speaking of this, my master, as the saying goes, men are teenagers until they die. Is it possible that they are all secondary diseases from the young to death?"

Jarvis asked, there was no hint of malice in his words.

"What kind of saying is that... If you are in the second disease, I think it is probably. After all, no matter where you are, there is always a heroic dream in your heart? Look, no matter which country in the world, there will be fantasy novels. Is there something like fantasy movies that is dominated by imagination? Isn't these things that contain people's most sincere fantasy a reflection of the second disease?"

Biqigu was a bit speechless, and started talking nonsense without much thinking.

"That's normal, my master. You just got a second-degree sickness, right?"

"What did you say suddenly? When did I get sick with Secondary Two!"

"Where is the boy who has a heroic dream in his heart?"

"What kind of boy am I! There are dozens of them in two lifetimes!"

"Isn't this over?"

"Where is this done!"

"Didn't you say that the two lifetimes add up? You really only have two lifetimes!"

"..."

Hearing what Jarvis said, Biqigu became silent, but Jarvis did not stop talking because of Biqigu’s silence, it continued,

"You were a loser in your previous life. You have nothing to do when you die. It's a waste of air in the world, and a waste of land after you die..."

"That's too much, right?"

"...After you died, you crossed into this world and became a existence named Hachigaya Hachiman, with family, friends, childhood sweethearts, and peers, younger generations, and social people who had a good impression of you...like to burn to death you."

"Please calm down."

Biqigu laughed bitterly. Although Jarvis finally made a daily amusement, it was incredible. When he said that, Biqigu's mood suddenly relaxed, and the troubles surrounding him seemed to be solved. The same.