Kumo Desu ga, Nani ka?

Kill every creature you see.

I hate everything that moves.

I even find myself irritated by the leaves of the tree that shake at the edge of my sight.

My reason returned critical in the battle against the Sword God.

But can you say you fulfilled it and returned this?

At first glance, you know it's harmless. Cut off just an animal and devour its flesh.

This is no different than just an unreasonable beast.

No, even the beast won't hunt for nothing when it's full, and now I'm killing everything I see, just an outside road below the beast.

Animals aren't the only ones who kill.

He also killed a lot of people running away from me.

The man who bravely stood up to him, the woman who sheltered the child, the sheltered young child, and the old man who offered himself that himself to buy time, all killed him.

Why am I doing this?

I don't know.

Every time I kill innocent people, I feel nauseous.

But more than that, it outweighs killing and anger.

A wooden spirit in my head tells me to kill him.

Leave it to anger to obey the word.

Every time I kill you, I feel bad, and that makes me irritable as it is, motivating me to kill and look for my next prey.

Negative chain falling to the bottom.

By defeating the Sword God, I was evolving from a high org to an org general.

From there, moreover, he repeatedly killed and evolved into a ghost man.

It was an evolutionary destination from Generals, and there was something called orgasm, but I kind of chose this one.

The change was dramatic.

Until then, my physique, which had grown to evolve, shrunk once and for all into a normal human size.

That would have surprised me less, but the minute I saw me in the water, I took a breath.

There was a picture of my face in my previous life.

Although I have the impression that two horns have grown on my forehead and become just a little harsher, that was my undisputed old face.

Why now?

That sentiment came to my mind.

And at the same time, I was convinced.

Oh, well, I was going backwards, I guess.

Evolved into a ghost man, the level of skill called contraindication increased to ten.

And the contraindications I got were devastating enough to break my heart.

He threw up gastric juice, rumbled around in a grump, and with a greater willingness to kill, began killing what was alive.

Days dominated by anger, just killing.

Before obtaining contraindications, I was guilty of killing innocent people and still desperate that I could not stop them of my own free will.

That made my mind a little lighter after I got the contraindication.

Because I could have justified the killing.

I get angry at my own mood like that.

Anger from the bottom of your heart, not the first temporal anger, flaunted by skill.

What legitimacy.

That kind of thing, it's only for a reason to follow.

In the end, I'm just making excuses for my sins.

The contraindications were terrible, but it doesn't make sense that I should kill them.

It's the same.

When I was a man of my previous life.

I'm not wrong. [M]

So you can wave violence.

The difference is that after waging violence, as much as you claim you're not wrong.

Same in essence.

That you are using your righteousness as a shield to justify your sins.

So maybe he's approaching when he was human.

In previous life, the will was right and violence was a sin.

In this world, will was sin and violence was right.

I don't know what's right anymore and what's not.

I don't know, but I won't stop acting.

Leave me alone with my will and my righteousness.

Someone needs to stop talking about me.

I want to go back to that goblin village.

You don't need to think about correctness or sin, in that place.

But there's nothing there anymore.

Proud warriors, tough and warm homes, everything.

Besides, there's nothing more you can do to stop me.

By the appraisal stone, my status was over 10,000 grand without the need to use anger.

Ice dragons who came to stop me were also able to repel me without using their anger.

When it was a goblin, the dragon was taught to be a particularly dangerous demon among the mountains.

Even the dragon, the superior species of the dragon, could not stop me.

Now I'm just a machine that kills every creature I see. [M]

There is no will on my part, only anger without empty contents.

Kill, eat, look for the next.

That's all there is.

What's the point of living for me?

Perhaps it would have been better not to regain consciousness in the battle with the Sword God.

If that were the case, I would have been able to accomplish just a machine with nothing to think about in the true sense.

Or if the Sword God had killed me.

Oh, well.

I want to die already.

I don't want to live in a world like this.

Why is this world so painful?

I wonder why I'm feeling so miserable.

I don't know.

I want to die.

Yet I can't die of my own will.

The body continues to act to survive on its own.

Chasing, killing and eating prey.

Chasing a group trying to cross the mountain range.

Soon there will be a title for a country fallen, and on this side of the mountains it took a lot of lives.

Because I kept moving as I remembered the sword god's movements, I also got the title of sword god.

That fact kind of made me feel bad, as if it would taint Rager van Lengzand.

We crossed the mountain range and lost sight of the group we were chasing.

Well, I don't care.

I wasn't after him because I wanted to kill him.

Rather, it's good to lose sight of it.

Even so, he was attacked by a mysterious group.

It was an odd group dominated by magic and bows, unlike the knights who fought before it and the non-united group of warriors who fought before it.

I tried to kill him, then there was more titles for fairy killing, stripping his clothes to see who he was, and he was a pointy-eared species.

If it were Earth, it would be a species I would call an elf.

I don't know what you attacked me for, but it was a waste of time.

The elves are pretty strong, but they weren't my enemies.

Maybe there's nothing more you can do to kill me.

I couldn't help but start giving up.

But it was too early to give up.

A girl stands in front of me.

Its mouth moulds its laughter and its eyes are sucking up its fighting spirit.

I can't imagine it coming from an elegant outfit and face, it was a sign like a devil's brake.

Enlightenment.

This girl is strong.

So much so that you could possibly kill me.

And I had pale expectations.