BGM: Mind (The Tempest of the Absolute Garden)

"Bang —— times!"

Another head was thrown high, stumps and broken arms piled up all over the ground like broken building blocks, and blood covered the ground with paint as if it didn't need money.

There are two waves of people, there are men and women, teachers and students.

They met shortly after entering the building.

Then the fight began.

Magpie watched silently.

Or rather, to watch with relish.

There was no blood, no blade, no malice, it was coming at him, and it even deliberately bypassed the clearing beneath his feet.

The magpie is like a shadow independent of the world, obviously he is standing there, and there is no such person in the world of these people.

The reason for the fight is no longer elaborate.

Hate, mission, conflict of interest, or just a look?

When a man is killed, he dies.

This is a no-brainer.

The guy on the other side dared to point a weapon at himself?

It's okay to kill him directly.

As for the reason? Who knows?

Originally, in this twisted school, killing was commonplace, and most of the students who have survived to this day can walk on the way to school and enjoy the disgusting bloody tragedies, the chain of hatred, while munching on bread leisurely.

Because I could be one of those people the next day, it was an indescribable happiness to be able to open my eyes and nibble on tasteless bread the next morning.

In contrast, Akijin and her classmates can be called lucky.

And because of this, they are like flowers in a greenhouse, which can be easily destroyed when the system cannot protect them.

Their world may be full of intrigue on weekdays, but when it comes to the real blade, everything will be surprisingly simple.

It's like now, it's like it's always been, either I'm going to kill you, or you're going to kill me, that's all!

- I was very unhappy to encounter this kind of now, but now you dare to stand in the way of Uncle Ben! Then you can't blame me.

- You're already irritable and you dare to stop me?

- If you don't cut something at this time, you really feel itchy!

- I don't want to die! I don't want to die! What kind of god? How did that kind of thing come here, give it to me. Give me death!

Magpie collects the flow of information gathered from them, and although the amount of "chaotic thinking" is not much, it is better than nothing.

The frontal combat effectiveness of this kind of person is not high, even if it is estimated to be enough to deal with the same number of orthodox army infantry, but their ability is very weird, and they are invincible, and they have a relatively strong lethality and ornamental effect.

Looking at it, Magpie suddenly realized a question, that is, where did the capable people about this world come from?

When he was "born" in the city, Magpie not only considered this issue once, but also carried out research and research, but the results were not very clear.

Magpie conducted a carpet search of the entire city at the time, and found almost no real person who could be called a capable person, more of a plausible fake.

The only people he couldn't see through were Ark and his sister, the area where they were seemed to be shrouded in a gray fog that he couldn't see, and everything he had been whereabouts was covered up and couldn't be found.

Magpie was able to realize the difference in this world before that incident happened, in large part because of the brother and sister.

This research is not closed, and when the magpie arrives in the second city, there is no time to pay attention to it.

Right now.. Maybe there's a chance to get in touch.

It's not enough to just read the surface consciousness, I need more comprehensive and accurate information.

In an instant, the magpie's eyes changed when he looked at these fighting guys in front of him.

It's like looking at a group of rare test specimens.

No. It's the perfect place to experiment!

Magpie's temples jumped slightly, and his expression, which was originally flat, had turned into an abnormal frenzy of redness at this time.

Magpie looked at the situation in the field, his eyes moved, as if he thought of something.

The plan to sneak into the kindergarten remains unchanged for the time being.

。。 However, the specific embodiment could be slightly modified.

The sounds of the battle soon ceased, and all that remained in the arena were broken limbs and a few broken mechanical artifacts.

It took less than three minutes for the two to go from meeting each other to determine the winner.

There were seventeen corpses on the ground.

If you don't see the whole process and write it down, you can't tell it just by looking at the tattered mosaics.

There were four people still standing. Gotta oh oh me

Two men and two women.

Three against one.

A boy of short stature and a somewhat wooden face fell to the ground, and his dress was very out of place with his lying position.

The bright red trench coat and trousers look very flamboyant, and it seems that you can still distinguish the vigor and vitality of the past.

And now?

Now his face was dead and gray, not at all like the eyes of a living man, cloudy and devoid of brilliance, like a dead fish.

Maybe something important has died. Maybe he understands his next fate, who knows?

Here, even just living seems so difficult.

No matter what kind of tragedy it is, it has become a cliché, and before that, there have been such and such reproductions in countless past moments.

The same fight,

The same struggle,

The same powerlessness,

Uniform death.

It's boring, isn't it?

The three individuals standing were clearly in a group, and they were also tired enough to choke and suffer from multiple wounds on their bodies. But apparently still capable of moving, he is constantly using the rudimentary tools around him to torture and kill people on the ground.

There is no venting roar, no cursing words, just simple torture, quiet, silent.

It made a chilling sound.

Her fingernails had been pulled out with flakes of flesh, half of her hair had disappeared from her scalp, her head was bumpy and pitted, and her left eye had been gouged out, leaving only a crimson hollow.

His hands and feet were nailed to the ground with sharp objects, and there was no longer much blood left in the wounds.

The man has dried up, both physically and psychologically.

This man is already dying.

In the indescribable darkness of despair, his consciousness was unusually lucid.

"Puff ——"

Ah, why isn't it over yet?

Why am I still alive?

"Bang ——"

People are such tenacious creatures, why not hurry?

Don't continue. No, don't.

"Hiss-"

At the age of sixteen or seventeen, the age when he should have studied in a classroom with a bright window, and the age when he should have chased his dreams willfully, he was ravaged at will like an object.

The three men standing treated him like a dead thing with no personal consciousness, leaving wound after wound in the silence.

Maybe even they don't know why they did it, just because it's always been like this.

Yes, all the time.

When did it start? Who knows.

Kill, torture, abuse, ravage, crush!

Cut, tear, place, combine, exhibit!

It's always been like this, and who isn't?

You're good, I'm good, everyone's all, everyone's already. It's broken.。。。

"Poof!"

"Sub-pull ——"

In a daze, the boy on the ground finally felt that his life was really beginning to pass quickly.

Some of the physiological signs of a living person are rapidly fading.

He knew he was going to die.

This made him feel extremely relieved.

I've been tired all along, but now it's finally.

There was a hint of stability in his confused and gloomy eyes.

In the last part of his life, he felt like he was walking in the soft, damp mud, past the rows of tombstones.

He, she, it.

That girl, that senpai.

Some unknown and ignorant freshman, that fierce guy over there, oh, he's dead, dead at my hands last year.

These may not be tombstones, they are just stones.

Suddenly.. Sadness comes from there.

Who will give us a tombstone? Who will remember everything we have done?

What's the point of all this? Now who's going to tell me! What's the point of all this?

Why would it be. What about us?

That's right, these are just simple stones, and under the scattered stones are buried broken human bodies, and they step on their bodies all the way to their own tombstones.

Stones are stones, and when a person dies, a person dies, and before walking past, before that. What is the purpose of all this? I don't even know it.

I don't understand the feelings of those who were killed by myself, and I don't understand the feelings of those who killed me.

What's the point of us doing this?

Doubt.

Dazed.

Faintly unwilling. Terrified!

I don't want to think about it anymore, I don't want to deny everything I have done so far.

Because...

Because, because because because it doesn't make sense!

How can this be? Am I here for such meaningless things?

There must be something wrong, something wrong!

At this point, the road came to an end.

In front of you. Endless white light.

The place seemed to have everything, and there seemed to be nothing there.

Want.. Dead?

The young man in the red trench coat was a little dazed and a little sad, and he pretended to be strong together, and even thought he was really strong in the end.

Tears flowed uncontrollably.

Is this the end of it?Is this the end of it?Obviously it should be like this.,It's good to be like this.,Why am I still...

Damn!The result is still unwilling...

"Do you want to live?"

"Wh... ”

The young man was a little stunned for a while, and he couldn't turn around.

I said. Do you want to live?"

The magpie's voice came from the endless white light in front of the young man's eyes.

As soon as the words fell, this red decadent figure was enveloped in endless white light.