Who wants to live like this?

Akira Sakurai's heart still echoed with the voice of the strange man.

The bone-chilling spring water from the mountains of Kobe washed away the dirt from his body, cooling the mixed fear and anger he felt as a law enforcer, and making his weak muscles tremble slightly.

The tremor continued on and on, down to every inch of skin, every inch of bone.

He inhaled deeply and exhaled quickly. Both hands subconsciously grasped the folds of the washed white overalls on the knees, and the canvas-like texture became dry and soft due to repeated washing.

It seems that as long as he takes a deep breath, he can empty all the cowardice and fear in his bones.

The rest of the anger and unwillingness accumulated over the years gave him the courage to fight for himself.

Who wants to live like this?

The faces of the law enforcers, countless law enforcers over the years, passed through his mind one by one, but none of them left any impression of his facial features, even the one who had just left.

Their elaborate black suits, the brilliant and hideous ghosts and gods drawn on the lining of the suits, the sharp blades, the cold guns, and the excellent bloodline...... their power.

These are the things that are fixed in his heart.

It was in stark contrast to the depression of himself being like a lost dog who was in fear all day long, and trapped in this small place in the mountains.

He didn't want to live like this.

Why should he be deprived of his life because of his unstable bloodline?

It's obviously not his fault, but he has to bear the pain and depression because of it.

"I want ...... See...... The outside world ......"

The tyrannical blood of the dragons began to boil in his body.

He is indeed the junk bloodline of the Sakurai family, but the essence that exists in the bloodline will not change.

Irritable, irritable, cold, strong predatory. Hope, thirst for power and power—

He was also troubled by this, and beat up those who had bullied him in some irrepressible moments.

But if freedom is exchanged, he feels that there is nothing that cannot be suppressed.

He doesn't have freedom, so there's nothing that can't be destroyed for the sake of freedom, right?

Sakurai stretched out his hands tremblingly and pressed the aluminum alloy box on the table. The box without a password was generously opened, and on the soft black velvet cloth were twelve colorful potions that changed in turn.

Let your blood boil.

The man in the linen suit said this to him, his voice so gentle, but the invisible majesty was several times greater than that of the law enforcer.

The night was silent.

Akira Sakurai grasped the first tube of reddish potion and inserted the needle into the vein in the crook of the elbow.

Kazuki Imai, the school doctor, has a good relationship with him, and sometimes he helps Imai guard the infirmary after he finishes his work. Over time, I also learned a lot of medical knowledge, such as the correct way to bandage wounds, such as how to administer intravenous injections.

The light-colored liquid was slowly pushed into his veins.

A slight feeling of swelling came from his arm, and he pulled out a small pack of cotton swabs from his pocket and pulled out a hole that had been pierced by holding the needle.

Will it work?

Fantasizing about the clear, reddish liquid flowing from his veins to his body, merging with the blood without a trace, Sakurai unconsciously relaxed his body and leaned back on the back of the wooden chair, which was not soft.

His eyes looked at the ceiling in the darkness, as if he were watching the unknown liquid gradually transform itself.

20 seconds.

It takes 20 seconds for the human body to circulate in the human body, and an indescribable sensation of heat rises from Akira Sakurai's body, as if bathed in the warm winter sun.

Go on.

He said this to himself, then sat up straight and picked up another tube of potion again.

The second tube of reagent injected into the body is more noticeable.

Like a charcoal fire in a furnace, it emitted a raging heat in his veins, stimulating his blood vessels, muscles, muscles and bones.

The bloodline, which had been dormant for many years, was finally awakened, and under the effect of the elixir, it was constantly purified and strengthened, and with it came stronger strength, faster reflexes, sharper five senses, and clearer thinking.

It was as if the first twenty-three years of his life had been a vague nightmare.

Now he finally woke up from his dream.

Who wants to live like this?

With a relieved smile he had never seen before, he picked up the third tube of the potion.

Burn.

Sakurai Akira didn't even take the step to stop the bleeding, and directly pushed the third tube of the potion away, even though there was a faint swollen pain from the blood vessels in his arm.

The third tube ignited his blood, all of which was like gasoline, spreading rapidly and rising into an even larger fire. The sudden heat was not just imaginable, his skin was already red and hot from the excessive heat of the blood, but the strength also increased even faster.

"Huh."

Laugh out loud.

Sakurai clenched his fist suddenly, and a faint gold flashed in his eyes.

He was in ecstasy, but he wasn't laughing.

"Who is it?"

Subconsciously, Akira Sakurai used his fastest speed to close the aluminum alloy box in an attempt to hide it.

Wind.

A wind-like air stream struck him, sending his thin body, which weighed only 50 kilograms, flying and slamming into the wall with a loud sound.

It doesn't hurt much.

Thinking so, Sakurai Akira propped up with one hand, and his legs burst out with force he had never imagined.

"Want to be free?"

The flat voice sounded not far from him, and at this moment, Sakurai's undisciplined fist had already arrived in front of the man with his charge.

Hearing the word freedom, he instinctively wanted to stop, but at this moment his wrist had been grabbed, and just by mentioning it, he involuntarily turned over and fell to the ground face to the sky.

"I can set you free, not the potion that will drive you crazy and die."

The strange young man, dressed in a black sweatshirt, looked down at him from top to bottom.

Sakurai couldn't help but shrink his neck, and the strange man's eyes instinctively made him feel a danger that would be torn apart at any time, so that the self-confidence that had just swelled because of the explosion of strength also stopped here.

"Really, really......"

He was as cowardly as ever.

The strange man did not laugh at him, but expected it.

"There is never a gratuitous benefit, even you should understand that."

Magically, he pulled out a tube of syringes, a clear tube of emerald green viscous liquid with a deep black underside.

"Someone wanted you to bring a word, so you were given something that could burn you out."

"I want to do an experiment, so I'll give you real freedom."

Sakurai was silent, his eyes fixed on the emerald green potion.

Unlike the twelve so-called potions that burned him out, the liquid in this syringe was not crystal clear at all, but had a viscous and vague sense of evil.

Freely.

There was a pain in his neck, and the emerald green injection had penetrated the flesh and pierced his internal jugular vein accurately.

Freely......

He struggled and took one last look out the window.

The night was quiet and empty. To the east of the Rokko Mountains is a bustling metropolis with many people, colorful lights, 24-hour convenience stores, warm izakayas, and luxurious high-end restaurants......

Eventually, darkness replaces all illusions.

The strange man opened the aluminum alloy box containing the potions, and placed the potions on the table one by one.

"Motorov cocktails?"

He smiled, and without changing his face, he pushed the shot of the brilliant bloodline potion into his body, and only stopped in amazement when the most intense one of them fell into the air on the ground.

It's also a highly poisonous thing for ordinary people, even half-breeds, and to him it's like half a rough bottle of hon-brewed sake.

Slightly drunk, but not relieved.