I Kinda Came to Another World, but Where’s the Way Home?

Crazy race means that all of it has some powerful power.

Naturally. Mighty power drives people crazy.

It varies with those who touch one end of its power, and those who are fascinated by its power, and those who are possessed by its power, and - those who have acquired its power. It depends on the character of the person how he or she wants to use the mighty power, but because he or she wants to wield the mighty power, he or she becomes less hesitant to destroy something as a result. That's the beginning of going crazy.

Because I don't hesitate to destroy things, I have a desire that beings whose desires escalate destroy bigger things. Just like the Demon King did, it's like an inescapable impulse.

The Demon King, unable to withstand the impulse of destruction, went mad against destroying things.

The angel thought everything he did was a good thing and went crazy on himself.

The Virgin Mary went mad for peace when she even erased the encounter to make it a peaceful world.

Everybody's crazy, all of them. You're out of your mind. The way I think is very different from the ground up. Because of their power, they were able to realize that crazy idea, so they could go mad without contradiction.

Yeah, so does the body noise.

She is not overconfident of her own power. Besides not, I seriously believe that the world is for me. It is sin to defy oneself, and those who do not do as they wish do not want in this world. If you want to undermine your mood, it's natural to be erased, and if you want to be killed by yourself, then you can be dealt with by the king of this world - I think it's common sense to be happy.

Therefore, being the strongest demon, she went mad against the world.

I loved the wonderful self I was born into this wonderful world without being unhappy with the world or anything. The Demon King killed himself because he locked himself up, but there's no grief there, and the Demon King remains a favorite as a father. The dead demon tribe will also be glad to have helped themselves.

A world full of beings who bow their heads to themselves, spoil me, treat me preferentially, prioritize me, satisfy me, remove boredom, and pledge allegiance, if I may say so a little strongly. I'm not dissatisfied. Because Sole is the right way to treat the existence of himself.

So she was dissatisfied with the existence of an orange noise and tried to erase it as before. Because it would be a natural pleasure to be erased. If you don't listen even if you say it strongly, if you don't listen to yourself, you don't want it in this world.

But the orange noise was shaky.

No matter how many attacks he attacked, he survived and escaped from himself in the first encounter. While working the disrespect of indifference towards myself. At this point, she decided to kill the orange noise.

And a second time. She felt her best stimulus thrown into the routine she was mannering into the strength of a rematching orange sound. I ate myself, and once I even hung my bare hands on myself. To the point where he could die, he was cornered.

This me - and she felt stunned and humiliated at the same time her breasts dawned.

The thrill and intensity of this, and the feeling of living the critical, the presence that might possibly be able to kick myself down and crawl and squat on the ground, the king of this world, sparked my heart at its appearance.

You could die, it's funny.

You could be exposed to humiliation, it's funny.

You could lose, it's funny.

More than that, there are moments when you cross swords of such beings, shed blood, and triumphed ahead to turn such beings into dirty meat chunks like garbage... I can't stand it.

A grin comes to mind. Madness accelerates.

The person in front of me is too loving to love. I kiss her enough to hold her tight and suffocate her, ravage her mouth with my tongue, make her fall in love with her heart. Her body and mind are totally her own thing, and she's so loving and loving and loving that she wants to get everything - I can't stand it.

But that's why I want to break it.

I want to break it because I want to love you, I want to love you, I want to love you, I want to touch you, I want to interact with you, and more importantly, I want to kiss you because you are that lonely, beautiful being that can reach you.

I want to make you crawl on the ground. I want to slash your limbs off. I want to step on your face. I want to pull your tongue out. I want to make you cry. I want to make you throw up blood. I want to crush your eyeballs. I want to crush bones all over my body. I want you to pull your guts out. I want to humiliate you. I want to humiliate you. I want you to apologize. I want him to rub his head against the ground. I want you to give in. I want to kill you. I want to strip you of all human dignity. I want to make you desperate. I want to turn you into ugly like garbage. I want to feed the Miscellaneous Fish Warcraft. I want to hear you scream. I want to hear your life beg. I want to see the look of bitterness. I want to see the moment when light is lost from my eyes. I want to strangle you and torment you to the point of criticality. I want to hang him for torture. I want to kill you.

Such a presence, beautiful, lonely, well-dressed, strong and under the gaze of envy and trust from around her - when she crawled to the ground like garbage and looked crippled, she was surrounded by a destructive impulse as if she had even run into an electric shock all over her body just to think so and enough joy to incontinence.

"- It's the nicest way to kill in the world, and I'll love you..."

So, to the dangerous signs I felt from her who said so, the orange noise moved out feeling with intuition. Probably unconscious. My body reacted unconsciously, backstepping from the spot to the rear - not jumping straight to the side with all my might.

Momentarily, there was a hole in the back wall from where the orange noise was, like a hole in a drill.

"Is that it? I took it off...... ahahaha......! But it's good... it has to be. Okay? Ahahaha...... really, shunning teh "

A motion that sounds crisp, a corpse that tilts its neck.

Orange noise doesn't know what she did, but I look at the empty big hole in the rear and think. It's not like something flew in, it's just that she did something and there was a big hole in the line as a result.

Then he laughs when the corpse sounds dull.

"Holla holla... the world is yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu... Whirling...... hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

The surrounding landscape changes after her words sounded as she tilted her neck and said with a grin like the March Moon, twisting her fingers around her hands.

360 degrees, the black space expands, turning into a painful space for eyes colored with fluorescent pink - turning.

There are no stairs until now, no sky that was wide open, no lumps of soil that became lava. Such a world, colored with fluorescent pink in a space as black as a paint punched over, as if you didn't know anything about vertical, horizontal, left, or right.

The orange noise gives a startling look when he sees it. What is this? I thought. Next thing I knew, I noticed that Noel was nowhere near me. There's no sign of the Spirit, no sign of the Phineas. Speaking in a nutshell, Noel didn't respond. I remember that feeling and I can't even feel the connection with the Spirit, as if the connection had been broken.

In such a world of madness with only black and fluorescent pink eyes, orange sounds were trapped with corpse sounds and two people.

"-" Toy Box (Black Box) ""

The corpse murmurs pompously. Orange sounds, I somehow understood when I heard Sole. I mean, this is her unique skill. I can't imagine at all what kind of skill it is, but I conclude it is something similar to the witch kingdom. Connections that isolate the inside and the outside - skills that can create space in this case.

I don't know what this space will do or what it will do, but I'm sure it's not a busy thing.

Regardless of the orange noise, I tried to set up the "Death Size Hand"... and realized there was nothing in that hand.

"Huh!?

"Ahahaha No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

"... I wonder what that means..."

The orange noise is confused by the disappearance of the weapon that should have been in his grip. There was no gap to be taken, and until earlier, there was a feeling of being firmly gripped. Yet when I realized it, my weapon was gone. As if it wasn't from the beginning.

The corpse sounds like a jerk laughing, shaking his body left and right. As I dived into my eyebrows and watched such a corpse sound, her clothes were back to normal at some point. The exposed right breast and navel were well hidden, and the undone black coat enveloped her body as new. Orange sounds that can't hide their consternation from the sole either.

It would be natural to be surprised because it showed a restoration as if it were an orange noise 'beginner crossing'.

"Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Confused? Confused? Good, good, good. Show me some more distorted faces! Come on, mister. - I'm Kowai?

"Is this your trump card?

"Ahaha......! That's right, the unique skills I keep...... 'Toy Box (Black Box)'! Want to know what skills? Shiatsu, Shiatsu, Shiatsu Tashi Tashi Tashi Tashi... Got it?

"I want you to tell me."

She was going crazy because of more madness, or because she expanded this space. He seems to have decent thoughts, but somewhere out of gear, such words and deeds. Orange sounds narrowed his eyes slightly to words like broken radio.

Though I don't think I can have a decent conversation... I look around and gather information. Open your mouth too to buy time.

Then she told me about this space immediately after the tour.

"Ugh... you know what? This space is in the little toy box I created... so... this place is like a little world! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! I can't go outside, I can't even go inside...... everything is the little world I want, that's it, that's it? This toy box......! In this I will not die no matter what, and I will not be scratched no matter what... a world that will all be what I think it will be...... KUHHHHHHHHHHHH! Gee ho...... gah...... ah......! Ahaha, the difficulty is that the body is overburdened - but now I'm happy with this physical pain as well Because if you can see Ooooh - you don't care what happens to this body!!

She spits blood, flutters and flutters underfoot, but her eyes say so in a mess. Loads on the flesh due to intrinsic skills are damage that takes a considerable amount of time to heal regardless of the resistance value. If you believe her words, you must have a lot of work on your body to create this small, whatever world you want.

Therefore, she created this world with the readiness to die. To turn orange noise into garbage and become a winner and step on his corpse - she put her own life on the scale.

"Come on let's play - this is my toy box... a paradise where I can play forever... gee ho...! Look... let's start with 'Playing with Dolls'? Your doll is a doll."

She said so, pointing her trembling fingers at the orange noise and overflowing the blood out of her mouth.

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Layla and the others saw an orange sound surrounded by a black domed light. They immediately tried to get into it, but they couldn't get into it. I didn't even know what was going on inside, and I bit my teeth in that pitch-black dome that I wouldn't even be scared to attack. Then a pitch-black stick, a weapon of orange noise, appears with the sound of Karan outside.

Leila and the others who saw Sole were driven by a tremendous sense of impatience. The fact that this is here means that Orange Sound is unarmed right now. That way, no matter how orange it sounds, your life is in danger.

That's how I come up with it. I can't think of a good way, but I still didn't stop thinking.

But that ends in a wasted effort.

Because that black dome just disappeared a few minutes later. I don't know if the battle is over or if the orange noise broke the dome. As they relieved themselves, Leila and the others looked into the black light that disappeared.

What happened, is the orange noise safe - I turn my gaze to shake off my anxiety.

But I might have been happier not to see it.

"... ugh!?... ahhh... ahhh...!?

There, there, was the end of the battle.

"Aha...... "

Laughing demon king's daughter, corpse sounds. At the end of the hand she reached out...... her neck was grabbed.

"Tough!!!

Yes, he's scratched a good number like he was chopped up all over his body, bled a lethal amount, grabbed his neck in an unbroken form, lifted to the universe, unconscious like he's dead,

- The defeated (tight) figure was there.