After getting off the line, Tetsuya quickly took off the game helmet that was still on his head, and his eyes were bright. For the first time, Tetsuya felt that he was so close to art, as if he could pick the brightest pearl in the temple of art in his hand as soon as he stretched out his hand. This feeling is so wonderful that Tetsu unconsciously wants to leave this impression forever.

Suddenly, Tetsuya's eyes looked into the corner where his painting tools were stacked. Tetsuya, who hadn't painted for a long time, had accumulated some dust on the tool, and looked as decadent as its owner. Tetsuya walked over and looked at the sketchpad and brush placed next to him, the ink he had made yesterday had dried up, and the tip of the brush was clumped with ink. Tetsuya raised the paintplate and brush, not preparing to clean off the dry ink on it, and threw the brush and the paintplate directly and smashed them on the wall with a loud noise, alarming Tetsuya's mother, who had been paying attention to his movements. "Tetsuya, are you alright?" After a while, Tetsuya's mother knocked on the door and asked, "What was that voice just now?" Tetsuya, you opened the door, Tetsuya. ”

Tetsuya Yamaki stayed there and ignored it, even though he heard the sound of his door being opened by the spare key, he didn't stop his mother from doing the same way he had done before—or rather, he only had the canvas laid out on the canvas in his eyes now. Open the cabinet of spare tools, and Tetsuya Yamaki took out the unopened canvas and brush from it. Glancing at the used ink that had been put aside, Tetsuya secretly sighed in his heart, he didn't plan to use these things, and turned around to take out a box of unused ink.

As Tetsuya's mother opened the door, the light in the corridor outside shone in through the crack in the open door, and Tetsuya's mother looked at Tetsuya, who was standing in front of the drawing board and was putting ink into the drawing plate, and her heart relaxed a little. Fortunately, fortunately, it seems that Tetsuya has let go of what happened before, Tetsuya's mother thought, in order not to disturb Tetsuya, who seemed to have no energy to care about the surrounding environment, Tetsuya's mother gently closed the door.

Tetsuya, who was in the room, had no idea that his mother had just opened the door, and he tore the ink package in his hand and squeezed the ink into the grooves of the drawing plate. Greasy and heavy inks cannot be used for direct painting, and various liquids need to be used to dilute them. In the past, Tetsuya liked to use olive oil and pure water as a thinner, so that the ink would be brighter. But this time, Tetsu didn't use the thinner he had already configured, he looked at the fragments of the glass that were still piled up in the corner, picked up a piece casually, and swiped it hard in the palm of his left hand. Sharp glass shards easily cut Tetsuya's palm. Tetsuya stretched out his left hand, looked at the blood dripping down his hand, and reached for the plate, letting the blood drip onto the plate. Seeing that it was almost over, Tetsuya withdrew his hand, rummaged through the medicine box in the house, and took out a roll of bandages to wrap the wound on his hand.

The brush gently glides through the ink and blood, blending the two into pigment. Since the blood has its own color, the color of the pigment is unusually dull. Tetsu didn't turn on the lights either, and the weather today wasn't very good, with dark clouds outside covering the entire sky, and Tetsuya's thick curtains, even if the entire window wasn't blocked, there wasn't much light coming in. There is only this light source in the whole room, and if it is an ordinary person, let alone painting, it is already good to be able to move in the room without bumping into the furniture. But Tetsuya is different, this room has no such problem in his eyes, splashing ink and painting on canvas.

This time, it took a whole day to paint. From day to night, and then to dawn, Tetsuya's brush constantly splashes ink on the canvas. It doesn't matter if the ink on the drawing plate dries up, untie the bandage, tear the wound and bleed, and make it up, and the brush in your hand is forked and unusable? It doesn't matter, just throw it away and find another one. Regardless of time, strength, or energy, Tetsu paints like this, and the brush in his hand is constantly smearing on the canvas.

After dawn, Tetsuya threw away the canvas and brush in his hand, grabbed the drawing board with both hands, and stared at the work on the plate with his eyes, as if he wanted to keep the painting firmly in his mind. At this time, the sun on the horizon had just raised its head, and the rising sun did not hesitate to splash its light on the earth. Just then, a ray of sunlight shone into the room through the gap in the curtains that Tetsuya hadn't drawn, and it shone right on Tetsuya's paintings. Tetsuya's eyes looked at the face that looked extremely vivid in the morning sun, and tears flowed excitedly: "This is what I am pursuing, the highest masterpiece! God, thank you! The makers of the game, I thank you!"

Because of Tetsuya's incarnation, the girl whose chest and abdomen had been broken alive by him and whose internal organs flowed out, there was no pain on her face, but she wore a trace of divine light in the morning sun, and those internal organs, as if they were a pair of wings, were scattered next to her corpse, and the girl opened her hands with a smile on her face, as if she was not heading towards death, but to an incomparably holy heaven.

"Ah, my art! that's what I'm after, beautiful Angel of Death!" Tetsuya's eyes wept, and he didn't know if it was due to worship or blood loss, but Tetsuya held on to his sketchpad and slowly knelt down, as if he was kneeling down to worship the gods.

The sun slowly moved in the air, and I don't know how long it took, but the sunlight moved slowly through the room, and finally hit Tetsuya's face, waking Tetsuya from his intoxication. Holding on to the drawing board and slowly standing up, because he hadn't exercised for a long time, and hadn't eaten properly, he was a little weak, plus he had bled and painted before, and he was concentrating on painting for a long time, Tetsuya's eyes were a little glazed. Finally put his painting aside to dry slowly, Tetsuya lay on the bed with his forehead on his back, ready for a good night's sleep.

And on the other side of the globe, sitting after Tetsuya went offline, Little York also went offline. Unlike Tetsuya, who was very excited after going offline, Little York's face turned pale after he went offline. What he had seen before was beyond the range of little York, who was still trembling. Finally sitting up from the bed, little York saw the water glass at the bedside and wanted to take a sip of water. As a result, because his hands were too strong, little York was a little unsteady in holding the water glass, and a lot of water in the cup spilled, but he finally drank it in his mouth.

Calming down, Little York turned on the computer, imported the things he had filmed before into the computer, and without thinking about editing, he gave a brief introduction to the picture he saw, packaged it and sent it to the editor-in-chief.