Do You Think You Can Run After Reincarnating, Nii-san?

"... ah...?

With my own unconscious voice, I realized.

For the sight in front of you.

For a nightmarish sight.

For a moment, but I realized that it had completely destroyed my sanity...

'Rain' that seemed forever.

But that must have been, in fact, a dozen seconds.

The moment I looked up at the ceiling was a hanging corpse that looked countless.

Even that was actually only a dozen.

Right in front of me now, I'm rolling.

The corpse in the armor was narrow.

On the ceiling, no more...

The only thing left was a dangling, swinging head...

"... dude... dude, huh?

I may have had some tolerance for being heard by my people.

For a world like this, like a nightmare.

Maybe because I had five years of trapped experience.

The five companions, everyone pale in the face.

But barely lose your mind, react to my voice.

"... this... this... this..."

"Ugh... Ugh...!

Phil held his mouth.

I'll hold that shoulder and rub your back.

This is what happens to everyone when you see this sight.

You don't have to be an 11-year-old girl, anyone.

This room.

This sight.

The poison is too strong.

Before everyone's heart dies, once we get our distance......!

".......................................?

Once we get out, I say, a moment before that.

Azelea stared up at the ceiling, stiff.

"... what... what...?

Her eyes gradually open.

Follow that gaze reflexively...

I screamed.

"Stop it, Azelea! Don't look any further!!

"Well, because... because... that... that..."

"Wrong look. Because it's a mistake! Don't worry about it.

"... Normal...?

With a trembling voice.

Azerea said so herself.

I admitted it.

My own master.

Master Yan Shen Tian Liu.

That Alvin Magnanti's head is hanging from the ceiling.

"That face... hair... you're a teacher...? Why... why..."

"Stop it!!

I ran over to Azerea and blocked my eyes from continuing to look at the ceiling.

No.

Not if I see any more.

Get out of this room as soon as you can!

Before the poison turns in my heart......!!

"I'm fine. Because it's okay. Wrong look. That was a long way, wasn't it?

"But... but...!

I whisper over and over again, "I'm fine," supporting Azelea's heart.

But I couldn't cover it all by myself.

This nightmare wasn't small enough for me to fight it alone.

"... what...?

"Hey... you're lying...?

Gawayne and Ruby continue to leak their voices.

At this point, I already understand.

Yes... we originally came to ask them for help.

They were all supposed to be in this room.

Because there were so many bodies there.

The conclusion was clear.

Denholm Bastade.

Josea Bergson.

I couldn't stop Gawayne and Ruby from finding their master's neck...

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I don't even have a mourning voice.

Only unacceptable despair fills the salon.

I said I should leave this room, but there was no one to lend me ears.

By the corpse rolling directly beneath his hanging neck, the three classmates are just sitting back stunned.

The only thing that's barely safe is me, Phil, and Elvis...

"Ji-kun..."

'Cause it's okay.

Like I can't see anything, holding Phil's face, I throw up words with no contents.

What the hell is wrong with you?

Denholm Bastad is one of nine steps with only four.

Both Alvin Magnanti and Josea Bergson are the most powerful spiritualists in the kingdom.

That's how it is.

He was murdered to mock, lightly.

What the hell is wrong with you...

"Jack... do you know him?"

Elvis asked, pointing to one of the raw necks hanging from the ceiling.

I search my memories.

"... is"

I laughed.

I just had to laugh.

"You're a militant gentleman."

"Yes." The Martial Gentleman, "Bradley Moglidge, Nine Steps..."

Nine steps with only four people, here, two.

Like a monster movie mob, saying he's killed without any context?

Oh, speaking of which.

Sure, Elvis said so.

Maisie Southall was murdered, too.

Nine steps with only four people?

I don't know about the winning candidate.

Spirituality or something.

A strategy?

Like surrogate warfare.

That's what I was saying, it's getting silly.

I looked for words to describe this feeling accurately.

I didn't have that much difficulty.

This.

That's right.

Worldview - killed.

Spirituality.

Stage.

Strength.

That kind of thing that was building my previous worldview quickly, everything was ravaged and corrupted worthlessly.

How long have you been doing such a trick?

Capabilities, grades, aren't you stupid?

How come you're an adult?

Such a voice, as if you could hear it......

I clenched my fist.

I bit my lip.

"... just stupid to be hit...!

Can you stop?

I've been made so cocky by what I've believed.

Can you shut up......!!

We haven't caught up yet.

I'm not even on the same stage with what I'm supposed to be an enemy.

It's just that they're staring at me from the top.

First, we have to catch up.

Get your head working......!

I observe a salon of despair carefully.

Until the hanging neck, it is quite tall.

But......

Yeah, there's no such thing as a stepping stone.

How'd you hang yourself?

I look up at the ceiling.

The ceiling of this salon should not have been this high......

Probably degenerated by dungeonization.

I mean...

"- At the moment of dungeonization, I kept a chain around my neck"

"Huh?"

"Depending on the dungeonization, the ceiling of this salon was higher. The rising ceiling lifted the body to that height..."

"Then..."

Elvis says thoughtfully.

"... the killer was the one who knew that dungeonization would happen at that moment today, or..."

That's right.

I mean, that half masked man, or his people...

Lavinia, the man's employer, had a connection to Bifronce.

Perhaps the man came to Lavinia from Bifronce with that connection.

Originally, it would mean that they were Bifronce's men or something.

"" The Guild of Evil Spiritualists "... Bifronce the Evil Spirit King and I used to say that."

"... I've heard the name, the story."

"Is that true?

Elvis nodded.

"In short, it's a spiritualist guild in a dark society. Do your job for a criminal spiritualist. I can barely grasp the reality, but I also talk about institutions that act much more like an organization than the Spiritualist Guild..."

"... you mean their attack on this one"

"I guess...... But no way, I can't believe I killed this many faces without letting anyone notice..."

I checked the nearby bodies.

Remove the clasp on the armor and quantify the condition of the body.

"... no trauma other than the neck..."

I looked into some of the other bodies, but the same was true.

The only trauma is a severely chopped neck.

There are no signs of contention......

"Didn't you wind up chains after you killed him...?

"You mean powerless with sleeping pills and poisons? So many fierce men, all at once?

"... no"

I looked at the ceiling again and shook my head.

"Take a good look at your hanging neck."

"Huh...?

"Keep your eyes open (...)"

"Ah...!

All of the raw necks hanging from the ceiling, without exception.

Cut, I left my eyes open.

"If you lost consciousness and then died, it's weird that your eyes are open.

Death (...) n (...) for a moment (...) is (...), is (...) eh (...) ki (...) ri (...) and (...) consciousness (...) was (...) ah (...).

But if you were held in captivity to the best of your ability, it would be odd if there were no signs of a dispute.

If so... "

Not to me.

There was only one possibility that came to mind.

"- mass suicide (...) ……"

Elvis shrugged.

... Yes.

With a clear consciousness.

With firm intent.

They all chose their own death.

That was the only situation I could think of.

"... so did the second VIP room..."

"Second guest room? Was it a casino?

"Yeah. A corpse without a neck, lined in a circle, my neck was rolling... In the hands of the corpse, everyone, the sword is held...

That must have... lined up like a circle, then, simultaneously, at the same time, slashed off the next human neck...

After all, it was a mass suicide... "

Line up in circles and simultaneously take the next human neck......!?

... not decent.

That's not a decent way to die.

But...

I remember the way you died.

"Jack, this, I knew it..."

"Oh... same as then"

Me and Phil kidnapped him, the bandit "Crimson Cat".

At the end of the day,

"'Crimson Cat' also, at the end of the day, all committed suicide.

... After all, it was all the work of the bifrons...!

It's real, that bifronce that named Evil Spirit King or something!

I don't think there are two or three guys who can do this.

Perhaps some sort of spiritual technique held by evil spirit king Bifronce.

He can make a human kill himself, bandit or nine-step...!

I don't remember such horrible spirituality.

In the first place, if we're free to let the humans kill themselves, we shouldn't have to let the monsters attack us.

How does that work?

On what terms?

They killed themselves with us, what the hell difference does it make...

It was so creepy that this one came out on its own at the right time to look for it...

"............... bifronce"

Dark, dark, there was a voice.

When we looked back, loose, Ruby was about to get up.

"... you're the guy on that broadcast...? I didn't want to do this..."

"............... unforgivable...... I can't forgive, I can't forgive, I can't forgive..."

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Then Azelea, Gawayne rises.

to their eyes.

Black hatred and bright red rage were both on fire.

"Broadcasting room. He might still be here."

"... Your Majesty's vengeance, is it something you're letting go?"

"Ma, wait! You guys, once you settle down..."

"Get out of the way!!

I can push away with all my strength on Azerea.

In that gap, the three of them jumped out of the salon.

"Not good......! Those guys, they're totally lacking in calm!

"It's not safe! Let's go after him!"

"Phil, can you run?

"Ugh, yeah...... Tamabu."

"All right......!

We fly out of the salon and chase the three of us.

Sure, there could be a guy in the broadcast room who was doing that broadcast.

But......

I couldn't wipe my anxiety.

Aren't we still catching up on the bifronce stage?

On the palm of the Evil Spirit King, you're just dancing...

For some reason, I felt that way...