He said: "Is he actually a child who awakened his personality and escaped?"

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In the police station——

The handsome and handsome man rushed into the factory and walked around again. He didn't know what he saw. He picked me up with great kindness and flew me into the sky. According to my guess, he most likely regarded me as a child for human experimentation.

What a pity.

Then I was sent to the police station.

...It seems that this logic also works in other worlds. If you have any difficulties, go to the police.

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The police station has glass, and the scene reflected in the glass allows me to see clearly what I look like now.

There was a kid who looked four or five years old, with red hair and blue eyes. He was quite cute. He was wearing an adult's white shirt, and the bottom of the shirt was down to the top of his feet. He looked extremely funny.

What’s even more ridiculous is that these clothes were given to me by people from the police station. Before this, I was just walking around naked!

No wonder my height feels wrong. Did I just dress like a child?

My thoughts turned back, and my dull eyes met the policeman with the head of a dog in front of me.

He asked me where my family was and who my parents were, but how could I know such a thing? I didn’t have the benefit of a memory bag, so I could only pretend to be a fool and shake my head when asked, and then shake my head again when asked.

The dog-headed police officer sighed and asked my name without high hopes.

My name, my name is -

what is my name?

Something stuck in my throat.

"...King of Glory"

"Glory of the King...what a strange name..."

What?

What did I just say?

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I don’t know what caused that slip of the tongue, which led to my current name being King of Glory.

Because I can't remember what my name is, and I can only understand in my mind that the world is no longer familiar. Some memories have disappeared as if they have been filtered out, while others have become enhanced versions or enhanced again.

plus.

For example, my mind was full of "Glory of the King" at that time.

...Made, I'm a little bit doubtful that I died suddenly from overplaying a game.

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This name has been criticized more than once for being too weird and too arrogant, and I can't refute it because I also think it's weird...

But it's not bad...anyway, it's much better than the poor kid in the orphanage who was named Dalangjiro, Saburo, Shiro, 5678?97ro.

The dog-headed policeman sent me to an orphanage after asking for my name. According to him, he didn't find any missing children files like mine, and he thought I might be a cultured experimental subject.

expect……

He told the dean who came out to pick me up from the orphanage, and then asked the dean to remember to take me for a personality test. Personality in their words is superpower.

This seems to be a world where everyone has superpowers. People without superpowers are called personalityless, and personalitylessness is a rare part.

Although all people have superpowers, most people have very weak personalities, so weak that they are of little use.

Some people with strong personalities will become heroes, responsible for maintaining social stability and order, fighting enemies, and acting like special policemen.

There are also some who are not satisfied with the state of restricted personality, and choose to become enemies and criminals.

I always feel...this is a somewhat deformed world.

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When my personality was checked, it was thought that my personality was [Transformation]. Although I knew this was not a personality, I always had to find an excuse for this ability. After all, I didn’t want to go back to where I came from.

Therefore, the personality of Transformation has been on my file for ten years, the name King of Glory has also been with me for ten years, and it has been ten years since I came into this world.

In ten years, I have grown from a little kid to a handsome man. From the time I entered elementary school to the time I graduated from junior high school, I was the type who kept confessing to me.

There is no way, people are popular just because they are handsome.

I touched the two bunches of white hair on my head with a bit of narcissism, and looked at the large army walking in front of me.
Chapter completed!