Well......

Well~~~~~

Well, I'll be honest. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

I'm carvined.

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Let's turn back a moment and turn the lens to the purely artificial underwater of the hot springs.

The boy was dancing inside.

Just as the strongest critic doesn't necessarily have better acting skills than the worst performer, the strongest detective doesn't necessarily have a more beautiful killing technique than the worst murderer. The teenager, who is almost omnipotent, also has the loophole that he has not swam once so far.

"Gollum Pur (Death to Death, Death to Death) - !!"

The heat and bottomless depth of the boiling water make the boy who is a landlubber with zero bonus directly close to death.

Ah, I always feel like I see a choppy red-haired double ponytail waving to me with a scythe.

(Uh!no, no, no, no, if you go on like this, you're really going to be preached............ Hmm, by whom?)

While thinking about what he had and not, the boy struggled to move his limbs, but it was useless, at most he just circled in place.

After ten minutes of uselessness, the boy gradually stopped waving, for he was almost running out of oxygen.

（…… I won't drown. ）

He really didn't want to go there and drink tea with a psychotic chatter anymore.

(What to do...... ）

The boy hung the dead fish and looked at the water farther and farther away.

[When people die, there must be some kind of evil, I've always thought so, boy. 】

Gollum Purr Purr -

The teenager's oxygen was instantly reduced by half. Of course, this is not the point, the point is that this voice is particularly low, so low that the boy fully understands that he wants to pretend to be forced and especially wants to raise his fist directly at the person.

In other words, a person's death is entangled in the concept of evil, and there is no good intention or correct judgment at all. In the story of a dead person, there will only be hopeless, but not allowed bad guys to appear. The names of saints who preach justice, good people who preach ethics, and people who solve puzzles are not qualified to appear in the list of characters, and they may not want to appear. That's what it is. It is impossible to express human death in love, affection, and truth without hurrying. There is nothing but evil in man's death. 】

The pretending voice was still saying sentences that had been borrowed from nowhere, but the boy really didn't want to hear them—not that he was bored, but that he was really about to braid.

(What to do, there is no extra strength to open the exit, and there are not many abilities that can be used now, and there are even fewer space systems, and all of them have certain risks.) If you use it indiscriminately, the body will really be overwhelmed - but in this case, it is not a question of whether you can eat or not, you can only gamble. ）

[Of course, everyone's point of view is different -- is there no such thing as a better situation to die? Is there no such thing as a better salvation to be dead?] I believe that there is a group of people who will have this kind of view -- but I would like to answer that it is better to die This situation itself is evil. Voluntary suicide is the worst and worst idea of a living person. That kind of behavior doesn't even count as an escape. 】

Shut up!

The general coordinates were determined, and the teenager activated the ability.

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It's here.

Boom.

Almost at the same time as the thought came to him, the boy slammed to the ground, sore from the side effects of his abilities.

Capacity: Shift of the scales

Effect: Corresponding spatial movement through the principle of self-equivalent exchange.

Note: The cost will depend on where the holder wants to move.

Karakala. The bones of his whole body let out a crisp scream, and the pain that had already been paralyzed made the boy feel numb like electrotherapy.

(Although I have imagined the price of such a nonsensical request.) ）

Slowly propping himself up, something flowed backwards from his body, and unconsciously spit out of his mouth - a red liquid, blood.

(Sure enough, it was too messy to get to the place where the scheduled reconciliation would take place.) ）

Even he didn't know where this would take him. This is the price of its ignorance.

It's like a post-apocalyptic movie.

More like a zombie than a zombie.

More like a dead man than a dead man.

"What a masterpiece......"

Except for this sentence, there are probably no words that can express my feelings at the moment.

Slightly touching the ground that is in close contact with you, rough and wet. There was the sound of water flowing in my ears, and there was an echo. In addition to its own blood, there was a pungent smell of chemicals.

(Is it underground.) ）

I've really arrived in a new place. The young man who thought like this stood up indifferently, although this action shattered his body again, but he barely survived with the few remaining abilities.

(There is fresh dirt on it, which are footprints.) That is to say that there are people in front, and then here is the predetermined reconciliation. ）

Well, it looks like I won the lottery this time.

After a few staggered steps, he saw his goal.

"Blow it up for me......!"

Looks like they're enjoying something...... Say hello anyway.

"Yo. ”

Opening his mouth, the boy said.

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