bgm：still waiting

There is a wonderful technique called [Touching the Head and Killing] in the world.

If the subject is a seductive loli (yes, I don't use words like "moe" to trick my desires, it's seductive!seductive!bewitching!), then this technique can be satisfying for both parties.

The three words "touch the head and kill" are full of warmth and sweetness, and it is obvious that no one will take the word "kill" in it seriously.

However, that is when the caster has good intentions, is stable and peaceful, and has no tendency to destroy.

He had to lighten it.

If the caster uses the power of the piledriver to flatten the ground, it may cause a discordant result.

Itch is experiencing such a sensation with his own body.

To be honest, it's terrible, even if its body is just a puppet-like structure, it's not very comfortable.

The flowing whites and reds of the face come to a halt in the extreme gray, inevitably being rendered and transformed.

The five fingers pressed on the top of its head pushed forward slightly, and with just such a slight movement, the itchy head became a separate entity from his body.

I saw a white spherical object mixed with red instantly flattened, and then pressed on the cervical vertebrae, like a nail deeply embedded in the itchy body.

The tail vertebrae were the first to poke out from under the body as a "nail head", and the obscene posture that was originally in front of the itching chest and mouth was crushed into a flat "big" character.

A faint gray ripple invaded the white flesh, turning the stable, solid solid into a fluid.

The whole body of the itch blended into the ripples in an instant, like a drop of ink dripping into the sea, rippling a ripple.

And then?

And then, of course, it was gone.

- "Smack, dah." ”

The sound of the heel hitting the ground.

The black leather shoes were stamped on the diffuse blood stains, the surface of which was a conspicuous layer of red, and the soles of the shoes were grinding a thin layer of dark red powder.

With a blank face, Ake pulled the last thorn out of his body and threw it on the ground, his hand brushing his chest.

The wound in the chest cavity that had lost a few pounds of flesh was closed, and the torn black dress was automatically repaired completely.

Twisting his head, the blood scab on his body quickly turned into a smoke-like substance and drifted away.

Put on a bow tie and neatly comb your messy short hair.

Well.

Perfect.

Remember—

Maintain the dignity and majesty of being an older brother at any time.,Let your sister see a state of perfection that won't be disappointed.。

The handsome man finally glanced back at the mess behind him, his hands tightened his collar, the corners of his mouth turned down, and a trace of dark emotion flashed in his eyes.

He, Ak, never left his fate.

Even now, there is a bad feeling of walking on the path of "predestined".

Inability to be autonomous.

If you can see your sister in this way, then that's it.

In comparison, my feelings don't matter at all.

But what if it doesn't?

But if all the patience, obedience, and sacrifice can only be exchanged for more excessive bullying...

Why should I listen to something that I don't know where, that damn fate?

As if sensing the change in his state of mind, the gray around Ake's body became more and more blurry and drifting, full of superimposed layers, and even his whole person became blurred, as if he would disappear into the world at any time.

- "Tricky and Drainy-"

The snow was cut off, and instead, the sky began to become cloudy, and gray raindrops fell from the gray clouds.

Rustle of falling leaves, snow and rain.

Murmur... Lili...

The gradual downpour of rain continues to spread outward, encompassing more of the world's territory.

The so-called candle flame itself is a road engraved in the multiverse, it can be never-before, but it must be unique, containing ingenuity or heavenly craftsmanship.

The miracle of this world is definitely not something that can be achieved by a mere tool and a thing that does not have a self-will.

Ark is not a qualified king.

This has long been confirmed by magpies.

He can't even protect his own sister.

Powerless, incompetent.

Even if he has an invincible talent, he still looks weak in the face of out-of-specification existence.

His personality – the power that holds a strong sense of self, values, and is able to destroy the world with this will.

Too slim.

Things that were within reach slipped away again and again, snowballing everything until there was nothing, so this "little bit", the difference of fate, but it can never transcend the distance.

With his originally slender legs and feet. Most of them can't be crossed!

Montpass is just a technique.

Compared to Ake, he really got off to hell, starting from nothing.

But he was kind enough.

Just kidding, a person can become a saint if he is kind enough?

Isn't that?

But it happened.

Absolutely pure will.

Self-awareness.

Sometimes, the distance between the transcendent and the candle flame is really only a little bit, but it gets too many lives stuck.

It was only at this point that Ark had a deeper understanding of the current state of the world, and the fact that everyone in the current situation was going to use him and eat him to fatten himself.

I can't take it anymore.

What is this?

I'm going to be eaten like this, is there any reason?

Garbage World!

Garbage reality!

What does this reality want?

It's better to go home and wash up and sleep and dream.

From this moment on, for the first time, he was qualified to rebel against the predetermined tragic fate.

Don't feel sorry for yourself.

Think about it.

Do it.

Whatever it is, it will be done.

Even if it is... The dead were brought to life.

Turn around.

The soles of the shoes stepped on the ground, and with a single stroke, it was like hammering the heart of the earth.

"Hehehehe. You've changed your mind, innocent monster. ”

A calm voice suddenly came from behind him.

Neither will Ake, and will continue to walk.

"Huh. . . Hahaha!!"

"How can there be anything in this world that can devour people's desires?

Itchy smiled and leaned back, but the expressionless face looked weird, and the grinning mouth was like an actor's failed improvisation.

Ake moved on.

He wasn't going back.

Have you ever seen a flood, no matter how blocked it is, it will eventually burst out, and all the patience that preceded it will turn into destruction that will break away in the end!"

"Even I can't do something like that. You should know that, smart little one. ”

"And yet you resisted, why? Is it because you can't bear it anymore?"

Ake took a few steps and was already at the edge of the tower.

From the moment he was freed from the thorns, he automatically gave up his identity as a Purple (puppet) and never went back.

The indescribable feeling of relief in my heart is as if the person who was in the well has been fished out, and his eyes are wide open in the dazzling sunlight, enjoying the pain of being burned by the clear blue sky.

"Huh. . . Man can only compromise and accept his own desires, and any confrontation is only self-destruction. ”

The itchy leaning back body stands back in a difficult acrobatic position.

"Let's go find the one in the tower!"

"What you want to recover is to completely erase what you have lost! If you want to get it back, you can only retrace the source of everything!"

"So... You won't listen, but I'm still going to say it. ”

Itch didn't wear a mask, the corners of his mouth were grinning, and for the first time he showed an expression that resembled a real smile.

"Say hello to the great [Ring], transverse life, the mother of all things, the Black Swan. ”