[If you die without being remembered, you are really dead. (If you die without being remembered, you are really dead.)]
[This is your first death.. (This is your first death.)]
"Ha--" I was suddenly awakened, covering my forehead and breathing heavily.
Damn, my head hurts...
"What's wrong?" There was a faint sound of turning on the light, and then the light shone dazzlingly on my face, with a curly, worried face.
"... It's okay." I wiped the cold sweat from my face and shook my head.
I didn't recognize the face in front of me and was disturbed by it, but no one with a normal intelligence would say that right now.
"You don't look like you're okay, your face is as pale as a ghost." The curly hair saw that my eyes were a little uncomfortable and squinted, and quickly turned off the light again, "Why didn't you say you were uncomfortable? Your eyes won't feel uncomfortable again, right?"
"... It's okay. Just let me rest for a while." I lay back on the bed silently and closed my eyes.
The most standard way of refusing to communicate.
"... Okay, you are so awkward. If you really feel uncomfortable, you must tell me. The hospital is not far from my home." So Curly yawned again and lay down.
I could vaguely feel that a worried look had come from another direction before.
I pursed my lips, feeling more uneasy, but I controlled my breathing to keep it at the same frequency as when I was sleeping.
After a while, the breathing on both sides, which was slightly faster than when sleeping, calmed down; after a while, when two more breathing sounds were heard, they had returned to normal sleep breathing rates.
I waited patiently for a while, then quietly raised my head while maintaining normal sleep breathing.
I sat up and looked down slightly, looking at the two faces in the room with the help of the moonlight seeping through the cracks in the window.
The two faces looked a little familiar now, especially after the moonlight flashed in outside the window, and the surroundings were blurred due to darkness, smoothing out the shadows on the edges of the faces, making the faces of the two people look flat.
Comparing the faces I had seen with the memories in my mind, I just thought how could life be so fucked up.
Because if I'm not mistaken - the one with curly hair and white skin is Matsuda Jinpei, the one with medium-long hair and long face is Hagiwara Kenji, and it's the damn childhood limited SSR version.
But this shouldn't be the case.
Why?
My head hurts more and more. I pressed my forehead and felt the veins on the side of my head beating. The fragmented memories gathered together to form a memory.
…Understood.
I rubbed my forehead.
No wonder I think this is fucking impossible.
Because logically speaking, I am a three-dimensional person, and these two guys are two-dimensional.
I raised my head and felt that my head started to hurt again, and it became more and more severe.
When I was sure that I could no longer recall most of my past life memories and that my memories of this life were completely blank, I temporarily gave up on this process of self-torture.
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Then there's something even more outrageous to consider.
That is——
There is Kenji Hagiwara sleeping on the bed on the left, and Jinpei Matsuda sleeping on the bed on the right. I have no memory at all. What is my identity?
PS: The protagonist's ability is that as long as one person still remembers him, he can be resurrected again. The state after resurrection is determined by the depth of memory: the more memories involved in that person, the deeper the impression that person has on themselves, the more perfect the resurrection will be, the wider the time interval that can be selected, and the more comprehensive the memory will be carried. On the contrary, if that person only has a vague impression of himself, he can still be resurrected, but there will be some sequelae, such as headaches, and there will also be a large area of memory loss, and he will not be able to jump forward in time, and can only be transferred with the fluctuation of the current time. And if there are two people who are extremely impressed by him (at least 70% recognition or understanding of him, etc.), Then he can not only be perfectly resurrected, but also randomly obtain all the abilities of one person. Three people can obtain the abilities of two people, and four people can obtain the abilities of three people. The more people who remember him, the more outrageous this blessing will be, and the longer the time interval for the same choice of resurrection will be (you can even choose the future n years later). Of course, you can also choose to give up the blessing and rely on luck or the size of the blessing to exchange for the memory that disappeared because it did not leave enough impression, but the protagonist will probably choose to exchange it for that thing in the end.
PPS: The protagonist's current situation is because he was not ready for the first resurrection. He only left a very short impression on someone, and then he was resurrected based on this impression, that's all. But the blurred memory gave him the basis to become a fraudster - because everything around him is not real, and everything has been completely forgotten, so living alone is real, and nothing else matters. Everything can be discarded, as long as he can continue to live.
PPPS: The so-called clarity of the reflection of memories determines the degree of resurrection of the protagonist. Part of the inspiration comes from the "Three Lives" "The last life comes from the memory of others. You are not truly dead until the last person forgets you."
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Purpose: Find ways to let everyone remember their daily lives