Once upon a time...... Oh~ Please allow me to use the word "once upon a time". Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info because I don't seem to have kept track of time in a long time.

I used to love wandering around this cute little city.

When strolling through the spacious streets of the buildings, when wandering in the central business district composed of shops, looking up at the buildings layer after floor, and breathing in the fresh air purified by the green belts on both sides, a sense of comfort arises spontaneously - like a big blue, the high-rise buildings are its edges, it guards the people inside it, just like a loving mother treats her children, giving people a sense of security and belonging to being surrounded. The previous ones were marginal, but not too crowded and exclusive.

With the economy, there are more and more cars, and the population is growing rapidly. As a result, its streets are crowded with bustling people, and the cars are flowing like water. The thoroughfare no longer has the quiet and serenity of its former days, and the insects in the trees are becoming less and less called, covered by the shrill horns of vehicles. The quality of the air is also declining, and the refreshing freshness is replaced by the pungent smell of various harmful fumes.

For it, there are too many people in this cradle, and such a small cradle can no longer meet people's space needs, so there is a continuous development to the suburbs.

However, the crowding has not been effectively alleviated, and there is still an influx of more people, making people feel even more suffocated in such an environment. When walking in the middle again, the expansion does not bring a stronger sense of belonging, but instead a greater emptiness and loneliness. From the previous boundary to the boundless, at a glance, it is only a dense high-rise building, the edge seems to have disappeared, and the warmth of home seems to have disappeared......

The edge that was visible was the edge of the mind, and when this edge disappeared, the edge of the mind would disappear, and an empty feeling would arise.

I once saw a satellite image of this on my computer.

The rows of buildings divide the world into blocks of similar size, and the roads become one gap after another. If you zoom in, the road is full of colorful spots, which are the top shells of the car. The sidewalk was crowded with people, black and oppressive, like ants one after another. The traffic lights are monotonous and cyclically changing colors to pass the time, and the cars at the intersection are passing or stopping regularly, everything seems so rigid, the whole thing is like a machine, boring and repeating the same action, without a trace of life.

And what are people thinking at this time?

They must be wondering if they can arrive at a certain designated place at a certain time, or whether their wages will increase this month.

They also repeated, every day to work, off work, sleep, the monotony of two o'clock and one line of life, they don't seem to feel it at all, they have become accustomed to this life, accustomed to this life of being shackled but completely unaware, they have become the accessories of the machine to complete its daily work, reduced to its slaves.

This is a sinful place that can make people feel empty and lose their "freedom".

However...... Sin will be washed away, and slaves will be freed!

"Gollum~"

Swallowing expired chocolates pulled from the ruins of a store, Carlos Felipe, who was world-weary but morbidly in love with the city he lived in, looked up at the sun that had unconsciously converged its dazzling light. The cloudless, blue sky that originally looked like a clear sky lake also slowly deepened in color unconsciously. The color is getting stronger and stronger, like a lake deepening.

"It's getting dark, it's time to go back...... Well? What is that? ”

Seeing that the sky was getting dark, Carlos Felipe, who was about to go back to his little pet to do a "post-dinner exercise", saw the "black line" on the sea level of the North Atlantic Ocean in the distance......

This is the small Brazilian city of Guimarantiz in South America, which is at 17:32:11 on April 10, 2nd year of the last calendar year.

――The dividing line of perspective shifting――

The north wind is blowing, as if the goose feather snow that has not stopped since the beginning of the world is still sprinkled. Snow curtains are laid out in the mountains and forests. The surrounding pinnacles, like icebergs, are carved into zigzag shapes on the edge of the sky-blue sky. Knee-high layers of snow filled the ravines, covered the ridges, and disguised the trenches, in exchange for a quiet and pleasant picture, which was then torn apart by the winds of the Arctic Ocean. It roared like a charge, and violently lifted the snow veil, and flew through the trees and ravines......

In a secluded valley, the people who survived the apocalypse built one wooden house after another out of thick logs, and these small wooden houses seemed to be deliberately embedded in the valley at random, and it was natural to form a village. Although it was already dark at this time, no one came out to walk around, and it seemed that everything seemed so peaceful......

Alexei Nikolayevich Romanov Jr. woke up from the cold wind that crept in through the cracks of the wooden house.

He opened his eyes to look at his mother, Alexandra Feodorovna, who was still asleep because of the cold, and then at the clock directly opposite the bed that had no glass surface.

10:55:23 up!

After finding that there were less than five minutes left before the agreed time, Alexei Nikolayevich Romanov Jr. immediately got out of bed lightly.

Dressed in the bearskin coat given to him by Uncle Grigory Efimovich Rasputin next door, Alexei Nikolayevich Romanov Jr. looked back at his mother, who was getting weaker and weaker, and tiptoed back the AK47 rifle that looked shabby but could still be used against the head of the bed.

Alexei Nikolayevich Romanov, who was still tall in AK47, was like taking care of this broken family with a gun on his back......

Alas~ If you don't go out hunting, even if you have been sleeping during the day until noon to reduce your food consumption recently, it's useless. If this continues, not only will the sick mother not be able to hold on, but everyone in the whole village will starve to death.

Alexei Nikolayevich Romanov, who was only 7 years old and not strong, felt the weight of the rifle, and the weight of his young shoulders made him slightly in a trance, and time seemed to return to the day when those hateful demons came......

July 24, 2016......

This day should have been a joyous one, but the darkness outside the window gave me a sense of foreboding. My dad went to buy cakes, my mom went to buy gifts, my brother went to my classmates' engagement ceremony, and I sat alone at home, and I couldn't help but be a little scared.

After a few hours, my mother rushed back and shouted, "Demon! Demon! Hide in the cellar! ”

"Huh?!"

Suddenly, I heard a "woo" sound in my ears, and when I looked up, I saw a big black, sarcoma-like egg falling down here. No, I hurriedly jumped into the cellar and told my mother to jump down too, but my mother walked out and hastily covered the exit of the cellar and left the house.

I shouted loudly, but my mother said that she would take my father and brother to evacuate, so I had to squat in the cellar.

I could hear the "boom" explosion and the screams of the people, but there was nothing I could do but crouch in the cellar and weep silently.

Ten minutes later, there was no movement outside. I opened the hole and crawled out. Then I saw a birthday cake and a model airplane lying quietly on the ground, and suddenly, my eyes moistened and tears rolled in my eyes. I shouted for my mother as I searched the rubble like crazy.

A few hours later, I still found nothing. I was already in despair, sitting on a brick and crying sadly.

But a miracle happened, Uncle Grigory Efimovich Raspuchin, who now lives next door to me, brought back his mother with an AK47 rifle on his back!

Looking back, it seems like it was yesterday, my brother told me stories and taught me to read, my father carried big bags of snacks, and I danced and sang on my father's stomach......

I couldn't help but throw myself into my mother's arms and cry bitterly......

"Knock knock."

A soft knock on the wooden door brought Alexei Nikolayevich Romanov Jr. back to reality from his memories.

Yes! Is it time? Uncle Grigory Efimovich Rasputin next door was so punctual! It seems that he did not drink the last bottle of "vodka" with alcohol to water, as he said yesterday afternoon.

Alexei Nikolayevich Romanov Jr. held the doorknob and raised the wooden door of the hut a little, trying to avoid as much noise as possible from the broken door that stuck in the door frame.

"Squeak~"

Although there were still sounds, the efforts of Alexei Nikolayevich Romanov Jr. were useful.

Whew~ Fortunately, there is not much movement.

Hurriedly turned his head to look at his mother who was asleep on the bed, and was relieved to find that his mother was not disturbed.

Then Uncle Grigory Efimovich Raspuchin, who was standing at the door of the seven-year-old boy and was as strong as a dumpling bear, showed a bright smile.

"Little ghost, give me the gun, I'll add a buff to your gun in advance."

Grigory Efimovich Rasputin, who was also a single coat in the extremely cold morning breeze, shoved the pitted-looking silver flask into the hand of Alexei Nikolayevich Romanov Jr., who was hidden behind the wooden door, and took off the AK47 rifle on his back, which was taller than the others.

"If you feel cold, open it and take a sip, but don't drink too much, this is the last bit of wine that Lao Tzu treasures."

In the midst of the slightly stingy words, a flash of thunder flashed, and the uncle named Grigory Efimovich Rasputin turned into a huge polar bear wearing rune armor.

Uncle Grigory Efimovich Raspuchin, who casually enchanted the power of thunder on the worn-out AK47 rifle, ignored the excited adoring gaze of Alexei Nikolayevich Romanov Jr., hung the AK47 rifle on the protrusion of the rune armor on the helmet, and lifted the head of the little imp in front of him and put it on his back with one claw.

What if you can transform into the Thunderlord of "Heroes X-League" like the druid in the game? In the end, you can only escape in embarrassment under the huge number of angels and demons, and finally hide in this ravine with the survivors you meet along the way? He can't even feed so many dozens of people, and in the end, he can only let a seven-year-old imp join the team that goes out to forage and hunt?

Uncle Grigory Yefimovich Rasputin, who was full of emotion for a while, stood in silence for a while, and then looked up at the sky in the distance uncomfortably as Alexei Nikolayevich Romanov Jr. pulled the bear's fur......

What are those little black dots in the sky? Did the damn demon find us?!

In order to confirm the situation, Uncle Grigory Efimovich Rasputin ran out of the valley with Alexei Nikolayevich Romanovla Jr. and came to a cliff with a view of the East Siberian Sea not far from here.

Thus, the Thunder Lord Grigory Efimovich Rasputin saw a black wave from the Arctic Ocean......

It is a small survivor settlement in the Sakha Republic in the Far East of the Russian Federation, located in the Asian part, at 11:03:24 a.m. on April 11, 2nd year of the last calendar year.

At the same time, a group of survivors in Barrow, the northernmost city in North America, located within the Arctic Circle, also saw a black wave from the Arctic Ocean......

The time of the region - 09:01:12 on April 10, 2nd year of the last calendar year.

At the same time, a group of survivors in the Republic of Finland, which occupies one-third of the country's land in Europe, within the Arctic Circle, was also awakened by guests from the Arctic Ocean.

The time of the region - 02:15:32 on April 11, 2nd year of the last calendar year.

Carlos Felipe, a survivor in the small Brazilian city of Guimarantiz in South America, saw the "black line" as the vanguard landing force under the command of the deep-sea flagship of the Atlantic Ocean, the fortress Kihime...... part. The number is about 100,000. The black waves seen by the survivors in Europe, Asia, and North America near the Arctic Ocean belong to all the puppet-type deep-sea dwelling ships under the command of the deep-sea flagship of the Arctic Ocean. The number is not much, not less, just 1000000.

As for why Jiji Jiji would send out all the puppet-type deep-sea dwelling ships that belonged to her command that could be commanded...... Just look at the big bag on her head that was beaten out by the dean, it should be understandable.