When I regained consciousness, I was greeted by an endless desert and a sky that I had never seen before, reflecting the color of death. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The memories in my mind are chaotic and fragmented, and I keep searching in my memory, and I only remember that my name is Ryuichi, but I can't remember my last name anyway.

I can't figure out what happened before, but one thing that is certain is that this is in the void.

Probably at the end of the battle, in order to chase down the few escaped virtual talents, they ran into the black cavity.

None of my teammates were around, but I knew exactly where they were.

That's inside me.

Looking at the narrow hundred ghosts in my hand, I once again felt a sense of fear for it.

From the very beginning, I felt that this knife was very wrong, and it was also said at the Mao Spiritual Academy that it was extremely difficult to obtain the swastika and even the name of the first solution, but the knife in my hand was a little different.

I've known its name from the first time I took it, and it looks like a horrible mass of amorphous flesh in the spirit world.

It told me its name so easily, and it could even be said that it was expecting me to use its powers.

I have to say, after trying it once, I got hooked on this feeling, and just killing a void made me a little stronger.

At a time when everyone else was constantly working hard to become stronger, I became the most "genius" person in that issue of death with the power of a hundred ghosts.

But now that I think about it, maybe I've been out of my way since the first time I used it to kill enemies.

Regardless, I've always been deeply jealous of it, so I've never used the power of the swastika, or even let anyone know that I have the real name of the swistika.

Until this time, our combat squad had fallen into a false ambush, and it seemed that there was an Achucas behind the scenes commanding these irrational Killians, and our whole team was in a mortal situation.

In desperation, I used the swastika, only to find that the ghosts I had summoned would not listen to my commands, and almost instantly they killed everyone, whether it was Void or Death.

I watched as the Squad Leader died in front of me, and a minute earlier he stood up to stand in front of all of us.

I watched as the guy who often came to me for drinks had his heart cut open in the chest by a skeleton, and he was one of the ones who joined the slaughter.

I saw that the girl who used to talk to me with a red face was torn to shreds, and at the end of the day her eyes were still fixed on me.

I tried countless things but couldn't end this nightmare, and it wasn't until finally my spiritual power wasn't enough to sustain the huge consumption that the terrible swastika finally ended.

However, this is only the beginning of the nightmare......

Hundreds of Grim Reapers, Void Demons, all flocked to me, into my body, into my brain, into my soul.

With the soul comes a myriad of resentments, vicious curses, heart-rending despair, and endless emptiness.

Almost instantly, I lost consciousness and fell into a terrible madness.

And at this time, reinforcements from the Corpse Soul Realm arrived right in front of me......

The only way I could pass the time each day while I was wandering in the Void Circle was by counting their numbers, and before I could regain consciousness I had killed four hundred and forty-six Grim Reapers, one thousand three hundred and seventy-nine Voids, and hundreds of ordinary people and animals.

Because this number only increased with the activity of the imaginary circle every day, and finally I gave up this meaningless action.

Most of the noisy souls in their bodies lost consciousness during that time, and in the end, less than ten people remained in their own right.

However, they are not their original selves, but almost my doppelganger-like beings mixed with fragments of my soul.

The most belligerent ghost eleven is a mixture of the violence in my soul and the soul of the former squad leader, ghost two or four is the embodiment of my best friend and my residual righteous heart, and ghost thirty is the weakness of the girl and me......

And in the midst of this constant quarrel, the most powerful personality was born in the end, he was the last vestiges of the concept of myself, and he was also the ghost head who ruled over the hundred ghosts.

Although I have gained a lot of sanity compared to the beginning, but it is only from a crazy beast to a sane beast, I can't find a way to go back, and I don't dare to look for it, even if I am crazy, I know that it is impossible for me to return to the corpse soul realm.

This life lasted until I met her.

When I first met her, the spiritual pressure emanating from her body made me know that she was definitely not one of the low-level voids that I had slaughtered at will before, but my almost uncontrollable brain at that time was not afraid in the slightest, and only thought about fighting her.

However, during the months of the Void Circle, I was still alive and miraculous, and I was defeated in a few moves under her hands.

At the time, I thought I was dead, but I didn't feel much of it, maybe the madness in my body had already destroyed my awe of fear.

However, she did not kill me, not only did she not kill me, but she even healed the wounds I had suffered during that time, and brought me back to her house.

It was home, but it was just a cave under the ground that could withstand the wind and sand, and even found food and water for me, God knows where she got these things in the empty circle of nothingness.

There are also wicked people in the Grim Reaper, but there is also an existence like her in the Void, although this is quite a deviant idea in the Corpse Soul Realm, but I have experienced it myself.

It is said that for some reason she was transformed into a being called Broken Face, so she was able to overcome the endless hunger for emptiness of ordinary void, so she was able to communicate well.

As the wounds on my body were healed, the ghost head in my soul also took over, and I rarely went crazy after that, although I was still a little wary of her because of my identity, but after all, I would not make any inappropriate performance as my own life-saving benefactor.

Although I didn't want to admit it at the time, I, a Grim Reaper, actually developed some kind of affection for a void.

There is no doubt that if this kind of thing awaits me in the Corpse Soul Realm either permanent imprisonment or execution, at that moment I am a little relieved that I can no longer return to the Corpse Soul Realm.

However, there is another thing that I don't think of, and that is that the Void Circle also doesn't like the existence of a Grim Reaper.

That's why that happened later....

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It's almost .... There are still the last few days......

I feel as if I'm back in the college entrance examination...........