So, let's finally meet.

You know, there's no way I'm going to let you go, right?

But here you come anyway.

Should I say that it was expected... or ・・・・・・

It's stupid, but it's awe-inspiring.

Your abilities are not allowed in the world, either for me or for yourself.

You must die.

However, since there is no suspense about what will happen next, there is no need for us to be so incompatible, right? Don't be nervous, the so-called knot is not easy to solve, and it is not right to smile and enmity when you meet?

Ah, I have to thank you for one more thing, you know those who greet each other's mothers when they open their mouths, right? Although it is also possible that you realize that once my family is involved or something, it is not as easy as euthanasia. But I still want to be grateful for that.

Okay, verbal violence ends here.

You know, I don't like you a lot, but only because of your abilities, and it's not about you. In a sense, I think there are even some similarities between us, in terms of the way we live.

There are no personal grudges between us, it's just business.

So... Until then, I actually have some things I want to ask you.

So what does it feel like?

Just like the vision of butterflies, the world is extraordinarily gorgeous because it can receive much more light than humans. In the eyes of butterflies, our world may be as monotonous as the old black and white films, right?

But in the eyes of butterflies at that time, our human brains did not have this ability, and we were physically unable to distinguish the redundant information.

Will those superfluous colors ruin the whole picture like the oil paint that has failed to reconcile?

Is the world chaotic in your eyes?

Is it disorganized and sticky to the point of suffocation?

I can't imagine what it's like to be in that dimension, and I wouldn't say something as irresponsible as "I can understand." I can only approximate guesses, but even this incomplete conception. It's far beyond the limits of what I can endure.

If it were me, I would have committed suicide, right?

If even I can't stand it, then no human being can hold on. But you still survive to this day, in that hell where there are no people and no ghosts.

Should it be C.C?

This woman is the only pure color on that dirty picture.

Bright and soft.

The only light.

You know... Kids are always the happiest, right?

I couldn't hear what they were thinking, so I had to think about why.

When I was young, unlike other princes, I had very few things at my disposal. My world is also very small, the palace, the garden, it's so big. I only know very few things, I don't even know the ratio of sea water to land area.

But what does it matter?

What if you know more?

What if I had the whole world?

How do you define "possession"? Something bought with money? Signing an official document? Handover procedures? Proof of ownership? The pencil letters, the legal letters, the stamps, the money, the tax receipts, with these so-called proofs, make those things a part of me?

These are just concepts created by human beings in order to format and standardize the world. Physically, there is no connection between that object and a human other than mechanical interaction.

At that time, I didn't understand these things, and I didn't think about such boring questions.

For children, what they grasp in their hands is their own, and the world is so simple.

I only have two hands.

How many can I catch?

A toy? A knife? A book?

Or, another man's hand?

Even the youngest children can tell the difference.

At least there is one person, different from other dead things, who does not need to climb over by himself, does not need to fight, and is different from that kind of one-sided interaction.

That person will take the initiative to hold your hand when you look at her.

Even when you're bored with her, she doesn't want to let go and just keeps holding it in her arms.

・・・・・・ with a goofy smile・・・・・・

The so-called "possession" is not a unilateral "possession", but only when there is mutual demand, no matter who can not exist alone, it is considered "possession".

I wasn't stupid enough to let go of this woman and pursue any rights, peace, and the future, all of which were empty concepts created by human beings.

I only have two hands.

I've got her.

It should be simple, so the whole world is also simple.

Bad guys, good guys.

The people I like, the people I hate.

The people who stand in my way, the people who help me.

Damn people, don't deserve to die.

Black and white.

At that time, I could be angry, awkward, say stupid things, and beat people I didn't like, just like I did when I first met the emperor.

It should be for me that it doesn't matter if everything in this world is gone.

It should be that I already have a qiē.

You know that feeling, right?

That person is the standard by which you evaluate the world, the bottom line, the principle by which you make a decision. That's why you're angry, that's why you're afraid, that's why you're going to do something very impulsive.

At that time, I was just as scared as you are now.

It's different now.

Now I can laugh like this forever.

Observe the world with physics, look at society with evolutionary theory, and study human beings with psychology.

There is nothing unreasonable about this world.

Observe, think, study, plan, record, execute, complete.

Now I have no fear, no principle, as long as I can achieve the end any means is feasible, I know all the weaknesses of human beings, both physical and psychological, so no one can beat me, I can do anything.

But just like the mad scientist who created Frankenstein, I don't know what to say... That kind of "dazed anger", knowing that everything I did was meaningless. Frankstein knows that people can't be resurrected after death, and the monsters he creates are not his relatives. I knew that even destroying the Miè world would not be able to resurrect her, and it would not be possible for me to become the Messiah in time to bring me back to the past, but I could not stop no matter what.

The situation now is that I'm still alive, and I can survive somewhere in the world, in a remote corner. Reminiscing about the past over and over again until driving yourself crazy. Or, like now・・・・・・

It was only at this time that I could truly appreciate the nature of human beings, that we are just animals.

Like a mad dog, a rag, a doll, a toy, a person, or an empire, it doesn't matter who the subject is, the brain goes blank・・・・・・

It's not about getting anything, I'm just just trying to tear something apart.

But there will always be an end to this qiē, and sometimes I will unconsciously think, after that, after all the damned people are dead, what should I do?

Raising flowers, reading books, basking in the sun?

Politics? Seclusion?

Getting married and having children?

I don't know・・・・・・

These choices are all good, but these things are like the icing on the cake, the spice in the meal. No food, no air. Like living in a vacuum, all good things remind me how good it would be to be able to breathe.

Let's put it this way, if I caught an insect in the garden that I had never seen before when I was a child, I would be excited to show it to her.

If I learn something new, the first thing that comes to my mind is to make fun of her with my erudition.

If, in the future, I have a child, a little white hair・・・・・・ I want her to know that we have one more member of our family.

Some people say that life is like a journey, and I am not a literary person, but I like this metaphor very much.

The point of the journey isn't where you go, it's who you go with, isn't it?

I'm stuck in place...

It may seem ambitious, destroying the world, reconstructing order, dominating, or even a dictatorship, or even a dictatorship, and finally standing on top of the world.

It looks like that.

But... I actually stood there all the time, like a mad dog in a cage.

Dazed, so crazy.

I'm well aware.

From that moment on, I didn't move a single step.

Whew・・・・・・ why am I telling you this?

Well, in fact, I just want to sue you, in fact, you are much happier than me・・・・・・

I'm used to lying, but I can only tell you the truth, so I'll just tell you all.

You've really messed with the wrong person this time.

I don't know how you judge the strong or the weak, but I want to tell you that humans can never defeat monsters.

As long as you have something you can't let go, you still have weaknesses, and you're still a human being. And monsters, I don't mean the slime-covered creatures in the movies, I mean some monster who really has nothing, is dazed, and doesn't even know his ultimate desires.

You can't win against each other.

Good.

If you're bored, that's over, and now it's time to get down to business.

Until then, if you can satisfy one of my little intellectual desires, I can give you some additional perks, like dying in a woman's arms or something, well.

If you don't speak, I'll let you agree, right?

Well, I'll do it anyway whether you agree with it or not.

Well, it will hurt a little bit next, so please bear with me. It's not very convenient in this urban area, in order to prevent you from making a noise, I will do some technical processing, please understand.

・・・・・・・・・・・・

Okay, now... Well・・・・・・ I'm thinking of a number now, "4", please use my fingers.

Can you hear it?

Would you like to put up four fingers, please?

Hey, hey? Can you hear me?

"Can you hear me? Can't you hear it? Is it really inaudible? Ah・・・・・・h

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How many times has this been?

Awakened by the pungent smell of blood, he opened his eyes to see that there was no living person around him.

Those few homeless people, each of them had a small hole in the center of their eyebrows. The corpses were strewn up in this narrow alley, covered with bloodstains,

It was only himself, pushing away someone's corpse and struggling to sit up・・・・・・

Someone's corpse?

"Mao?!"

C.C looked at the familiar white hair, was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly turned the other party's over and put Mao's head on his lap.

His body was still warm, but he was undoubtedly dead. Like himself, his neck was broken. The modus operandi is very clean, and the murderer knows who it is without thinking about it.

In any case, it can be regarded as the end of this child's sad life.

Rise because of me, end with me.

But, even for him, this way of dying was... too much・・・・・・

C.C's fists clenched tightly, trying to help Mao close his eyes and do the least for him, but he couldn't do anything.

His eyes were gouged out.

Not only that, but his jaw was also dislocated, and his throat was purple-black, apparently hit hard.

The hideous expression, the bloody wounds, and the staggering amount of bleeding all illustrate the situation at the time of the crime.

In order to prevent him from making a sound, the killer ripped off his jawbone, shattered his vocal cords, and then gouged out his eyeballs with his fingers・・・・・・

After that, Mao still did not die, and after being tortured by the other party for a long time, he was finally freed.

This is not the way people die・・・・・・

Anyway・・・・・・

This kid knew he was going to die, he was going to be tortured, he came anyway, for me・・・・・・

I knew I wouldn't be fine, but he came anyway.

He knew that it was useless to beg for mercy, he knew what kind of person the other party was. The imp would smile and tell Sù Mao in a gentle tone how he would be tormented next.

Standing in front of each other in the face of the most primitive violence, fear, trembling, and loneliness ・・・・・・ alone.

He came anyway.

Like a man.

"Mao ・・・・・・"

Gently hugged Mao's head in his arms, and pressed his cheek against his head.

"You protected me・・・・・・"