Kuro no Maou

I wake up at 7: 00 in the morning, I leave home at 8: 00 to go to school, I take a serious class without sleeping or speaking in private, I punch into a club after school, and I get to sleep before the day changes when I return at 7: 00 at night.

I, Kuronomachi (Kuronoma), live a healthy and cultural high school life every day.

No, I was sending it, which is the correct expression now.

I got a sudden headache in my room one day and lost consciousness, and the next time I noticed, I was in a room I wasn't sure what it was.

So I guess the unimaginable days of hell had begun when my head was covered with a needle-popping ring of fear.

I have no idea how much time has passed since I woke up in this mysterious institution.

At least, I don't think a month has passed, but I haven't been able to grasp it in days.

Still, there were a few things I found out in the meantime.

First of all, I was led by the example grandfather, that a cross mark like Christianity is undergoing human experimentation by a group of symbols.

This white ring, still in my head, is physically directly connected to my brain by a needle, through which it dominates my behavior.

My grandfather and mask can only remember and inflict better pain on me when I die.

Plus, it makes it possible to completely paralyze my body and make it impossible to take any action.

I guess you can manipulate and control my spirit from the outside.

Thanks to this, while I am a prisoner, I have never been subjected to handcuffs or other restraints other than rings.

There is no need to keep my body under control in human experiments with severe pain, because resistance can be suppressed with only one willingness to strike around with pain.

And the various human experiments that have been imposed on me are not simply simple things like trials to confirm the side effects of new drugs.

I'm doing exactly the same thing as this secret society of evil that modifies everything from the edge of my head to my toes.

Above all, the most problematic thing is that this retrofitting experiment is made up of 'magic', not over-technical science and technology.

First of all, the first experiment that was performed on my body was to let the magic that was the driving force of magic reside.

Withdraw, I don't know if it's more right to say, but as a result of this experiment, I now have a clear sense of energy, both inside and outside of me, that I can only call clear magic.

To put it this way, it may sound good to wake up to a new force, but this experiment has been the most painful one ever.

In the blood vessels in the body, even melted iron felt poured into it, and by the ring the consciousness was forced to remain and not allowed to pass out.

Now I think it was something that didn't shock me to death from pain a lot, and it took me a long time to feel like the fever that lingered in my body afterwards.

This experience led me, above all, to understand with self the existence of a technique called 'magic', which expresses itself through the exercise of magic.

But what I can understand and what I can actually use is a different matter, and I don't know what magic the hell I can use, because I've never used it.

But the rings of dominance in my head are also made of magic technology, but I am certain that they will not have the same effect or prevent it.

Thus, when I became clear and capable of using magic, I was to undergo various experiments afterwards.

I don't know what that meant and what the results were for each and every one of those experiments.

I've been injected with several dodgy primary colored drugs, and I've even been dipped in my head in a dozen black drugs that smell so bad that dogs and fattening seem better, and while I'm an alien, I've also been implanted with mysterious pieces of metal and stone-like stuff in my body.

And in a series of side effects with severe pain without any experiment, they started with symptoms such as headache, abdominal pain, nausea, high fever, and dizziness, and sometimes developed concurrently and multiple symptoms such as blindness, generalized paralysis, hallucinogenic hallucinations, necrosis, and respiratory arrest, which caused a fatal blow to the earliest life support activities.

But no matter what death certain symptoms appeared, I was eventually regaining my healthy flesh.

I fall into the illusion that the destruction and regeneration of the flesh is prolonged and repeated, maybe I am already dead many times and every time I am resurrected.

No matter what, there's magic, no wonder what you can do.

The hell, I can barely figure out how my body was modified by this experiment.

However, it is an unmistakable consequence of being able to feel the magic and the fact that when I realized the mysterious language spoken by both my grandfather and the mask, it sounded Japanese.

And the amount of time that my self-consciousness can be as clear as it is now is a little bit shorter.

It's not a cot that you've slept longer, this is about time you can remember the feeling of your body moving at will, half dreaming away from my will.

You wouldn't have two hours a day if you just said it in your sleep, it's too irregular to know if you're up in the morning or at night in the first place.

Since I've worn it here, I haven't seen a landscape other than a white painted wall, maybe there's no sunny sky or even a lush earth in this world.

Yeah, well, I've come to realize lately that this is not the world where I came from, but a "different world" dominated by reason of another dimension, such as magic.

How many times will I be desperate?

I can only remember now the faces of my family and my friends at school as blurred as they were in Kasumi.

Still, when I was in my cell with nothing, I was resuscitating myself to this needle-pierced brain as long as I could remember a peaceful high school life that seemed a long time ago.

You're in good shape today.

My head doesn't hurt anywhere in my body, the feeling of tears flowing down my cheeks is clearly felt.

Yeah, I wanna go home. I wanna go home.

"Number 49, get out."

Open the door, the mask calls me.

Number 49, that's my name here.

There won't be much point in thinking about what the hell that means.

"Get out of here."

Stand - Out - Walk -

Before the headache gets worse, get up and I'll recommend walking across the dark aisle today.