It's so warm. 〗

The snow is falling, and at the feet of the mountains and rivers covered in silver, there is a person lying on his stomach.

The man was dressed in black and had black hair, clear and eye-catching.

And behind him, the winding and deep snow road was even more soaked in the red dyed by demonic blood.

It looks like a hell flower blooming on both sides of the Yellow Spring.

The beauty is shocking and bleak.

He tilted his head.

Through the white and unblemished snow, his pupils dilate and he looked into the distance.

Blankly thought.

Ah, it turns out that snow can also make people feel warm. 〗

It can be seen how cold he is.

Both physically and mentally.

Are you going to die? 〗

He sluggishly moved his stiff eyes, not quite willingly thinking.

Obviously, there are still a lot of revenge that have not been avenged, and many damned people have not died yet, but he wants to die like this, he is really unwilling——』

But.

The body has stretched to the limit.

The blood that can be shed has been drained, and the blood that cannot be shed has been frozen.

Even the consciousness, the mind, is dull and about to fall into darkness.

It doesn't seem to be reconciled, and it doesn't make any sense.

Can.

It's really unwilling.

The corners of his lips moved, as if pulling a desolate arc.

His stiff eyes closed slowly, uncontrollably.

And, at this moment.

Maybe he heard the hallucination.

Perhaps, he wanted to live too much.

So, fantasizing about someone appearing in this kind of place.

Stepping on the soft and thick snow road, he slowly walked towards him, slowly squatted on his side, and stretched out his hand to him.

Piping hot.

Many times warmer and hotter than snow, as if it could burn him, it covered his face.

Gently pinched.

Smiling opening:

"Ah, dead."

It's very lazy and casual, with a clear voice that ripples and waves.

With that hot temperature, it was imprinted in his last sea of consciousness.

Let him think in a daze.

Isn't it an illusion? If that's the case, it's for the best.

[Not dead! Not dead! Damn it! He's not dead yet! What are you doing with a knife?! 】

Compared to people who are completely in a coma.

A roar of hysterical rage exploded in the ears of the man crouching in front of him.

Jean, who was holding a cold scalpel and was about to disembowel a 'corpse', blinked.

I nodded very seriously, and the hard corpse in front of me.

Innocent Words:

"Aren't you really dead? The body is hard, the pulse and heartbeat have stopped, isn't this considered death? ”

【！！！ Less nonsense! Pulse heartbeat or something, just stopped! Just stopped! It's not completely cool yet! You keep him warm now, and then do cardiopulmonary resuscitation on him, and the special code can be saved!! 】

"But—"

The woman tilted her head.

Her long satin-like hair slipped down her shoulders and swayed on the snow, forming the ultimate feast of black and white.

"Didn't you ask me to transform him? Isn't it just right that I'm unconscious now? ”

【！！！ What a fart! I'm stepping on a horse to let you transform his mind and consciousness! It's not for you to use a knife to modify his body! Hurry up and save! Hurry up and save! I can't save it anymore!! Come on!!!! 】

The system that cried out of breath.

The irascible one couldn't even bother with foul language.

I can't wait to jump out of this dead woman's wrist and perform CPR on the 'corpse' by myself.

However, it can't.

After all, it's just a semi-smart chip now, and it doesn't have that ability.

No, it was supposed to have the opportunity to have this ability.