I, Vita, am the "Humanoid Prism" of the 4th Police Anti-Monster Special Course.
White hair, blue eyes, no shame, my physique can heal all wounds - including a heart that was torn apart by electricity.
My abilities are copying and retrospection: replicating all demonic powers and reversing death to 24 hours ago. But the price is to bear all the pain of the dying person at the same time, and build a palace filled with memories of other people's deaths in the brain.
Machima said I was the perfect tool, Hayakawa Akira thought I was a tireless medical instrument, and Pava called me "the deputy section chief who will meet all needs." Only Denci muttered vaguely while receiving my treatment: "Why... Are you crying?"
He didn't know that every time he looked back, it was a laggard. When I saved Hime Ye, my ribs exploded seven times simultaneously, and when I endured the backlash of the gun demon for Hayakawa Akira, my lungs felt like they were falling into an ice cave. But when he smiles at me, the temperature of my mirror core rises by 0.3 Degrees - that's evidence that "Vita" and not "Tool" are alive.
Until the Siberian snow girl broke in with a bomb collar, and the red flowers in her ears were like blood.
Denji's eyes reflected a light I had never seen before, and for the first time, my mirror could not reflect the look of "love".
It turns out that the price of saving everyone is to break yourself into a mirror that reflects happiness.
But if it were to happen again——
I will still give them tenderness and let the bitter redemption turn into the dawn of their survival.
Because the destiny of the mirror is to burn out the last ray of light for what is reflected.
Reader comments
This book is pretty good, but I feel like not many people have read it.
It's very calm, even too calm. This kind of calm is more terrifying than the direct madness, because no one knows what kind of storm is under the quiet sea.
This book is pretty good, but I feel like not many people have read it.
It's very calm, even too calm. This kind of calm is more terrifying than the direct madness, because no one knows what kind of storm is under the quiet sea.