He vomited heavily, and for some reason, he felt the tear ducts in his eyes collapse, and tears poured out like a burst.

The stomach begins to cramp, the gastric juice immediately refluxes, and the disgusting stomach acid refluxes into the mouth, bringing a sour taste.

It was as if it had come out of water, soaked with sweat, sticky and weak.

I opened my mouth and tried to breathe, but the air around me seemed to have completely solidified, and lumps of gas were stuck in my throat, and the burning pain tortured my brain.

Endless malice, endless screams, loud screams tore through their eardrums, and a terrifying fishy liquid began to flow down from above the sight, filling the entire horizon with a rotten breath.

I can't hear the sounds around me, I can't feel the warmth or cold air around me, only the sound of my own heavy and hoarse breathing.

With his hands on the ground, his trembling arms are like buildings that are ready to collapse at any moment, and once they break, everything will crumble with them.

The body is only supported by these weak arms, and the whole body is like a sluggish loser, even if he wants to stand up, his legs refuse to obey the orders of this side, and he clings to the ground in frustration.

The scene in front of him made him vomit again, and his already empty abdomen turned into a little stomach pouch, from where the feeling of emptiness and helplessness began to spread, gradually eroding his whole body.

Here, let's talk about the past that someone doesn't want to think about.

This is the period before the story begins, his past as an ordinary person.

It is the story of what is experienced after the moment of 'saving' the family.

People are subconsciously afraid of being alone. Anywhere. As long as you are single. From time to time, I have the idea that there is some kind of staring at me from behind.

Coveting his own flesh and blood, he licked his lips greedily and waited for the moment when he pounced on him and enjoyed it.

So, he was left in the deserted wilderness.

At that time, he was just an ordinary child, alone and left here.

Recall the previous situation. That's a thing of going out camping with my family.

After being stopped, he went to the forest to collect firewood on the orders of his parents, and when he returned, all the family members who had been there had disappeared.

All the firewood in his hand was scattered on the ground, and no one could be heard answering even if he shouted.

It's not missing or hidden, it's leaving you behind.

Because in the endless mountains, what responded to me was the RV that went away with smoke and the sound of the engine.

Dropped, he thought for a moment.

But why?

obviously protected his family and killed the murderer, but why was he hated and left behind?

It's just to stay calm after the killing. I didn't cry or fight, but because of this, I was treated as an outlier.

There are no feelings.

I remember that he was commented on like this. That's why at that time, it will become a situation of being left behind" and being alone.

So what to do? He had already thought of it.

No, it's a reflexive decision.

Cry.

Crying while looking for a way home.

The clothes were torn, the skin was torn, and the whole body was stained with mud and did not stop, crying and crying endlessly, until the eyes were red, the eye sockets were dry, and the tears were shining.

In this way, he miraculously walked to the doorstep.

Knocking on the door, causing them to cry and cry, he took a step forward with a sense of accomplishment.

Eventually, permission was obtained to stay in that home, and he stayed in his room and did not go out.

It's not that I don't want to go out, it's that I can't take a step.

I am afraid that once I step out, I will never be able to turn back, and I will not be able to get that minimum recognition.

Most humans are stupid, and they are no exception.

At the time, I didn't feel any pain or confusion, but I just thought that the prank was a little too outrageous.

In retrospect, however, that was the proof that was not needed.

But here, the world needs itself.

Lying on the ground, continue to cry.

Like a child, it's like returning to the wilderness that was once left behind, venting all your feelings.

In front of them, in the center of the magic array, their chests were pierced by sharp weapons, and the Grim Reaper, who had taken away their souls, was about to pronounce a sentence around them.

This world is like a joke, and no matter what you do, you can't change this joke-like story.

The world will correct, fix things other than itself.

This is true for both people and things.

Those who die will eventually step towards death, and those who survive will eventually be qualified to live.

It's really unfair.

The determined future cannot be changed, what is the rule? Since you know the future, you can change it.

Life is like a game of chess, full of countless possibilities, but in the end, there will always be a winner and a loser.

The victors cheer with their hands held high, and the losers hang their shoulders in sorrow.

The process in the middle is not important in the face of the result.

It's just something that's been predestined for a long time.

Alice Phil and Maiya Kuyu, the former had his abdomen torn by a sharp blade, and the latter's chest was pierced by several spears, both of which were fatal wounds.

A large expanse of blood spread.

Natsume, who rushed over, was still a step late after all.

Don't cry.

Unlike the original past, Alice Phil, who was the same age as the girl, reached out and grabbed his left hand tightly.

Don't be so sad, the battle isn't over yet, and so is your duty-

Yes, you can't shed tears yet, you don't need to show painful expressions.

Maiya Kuyu had a smile on her face.

It doesn't matter who you are, it doesn't matter if it's a fake existence.

Whether it's eating, fighting, or talking, it's all the same.

So—

At this time, please get back on your feet.

Even people who exude malice have the talent to become heroes.

Looking at the enemy behind him, the surrogate with the lamp also looked over.

The two looked at each other, and Natsume heard something like this.

Their tragedy is also the result of your malice, the tragedy that unconsciously spreads outward and begins to pollute the world, and in that war that has not yet come to a conclusion, what exists as a hidden danger is to interfere in the surroundings.

The world line has its own way of developing, and it will be affected and repaired as it continues to extend into the future.

And the impact and the restoration will be reflected in reality.

Distortion may be corrected after correction, and it may be distorted after correction, and the two complement each other.

But it also proves one thing.

Struggling to brace himself up, he grabbed his weapon again.

In the world of jokes, there are countless variables, and even those who die will have the possibility of being reborn. (To be continued......)