No Fatigue: 24-jikan Tatakaeru Otoko no Tenseitan

I've been interested in murder since I was a little girl, and I finally couldn't get over it and killed people.

It's about the summer when I was in middle school.

The moment I killed him, I was feeling my first ecstasy in my life.

And I realized from the depths of my soul that this was what I hadn't gotten in scorch until then.

I thought I had finally done it, but my heart was clear, no wonder and no remorse.

If I had been arrested by the police at that time and mentioned that in an investigation, I would have no doubt been told "no room for extenuating circumstances".

There is nowhere else to be found that affirms my soul's darkness that I only wanted to kill people.

I was smart as a child, and I understood that as a matter of course.

And I put my thoughts around it. I wonder how the hell I can heal the hunger of my soul while deceiving the public eye.

There was no reproach of conscience at all.

I am cold rejected from the world and my desires are destined to be alienated without ever being satisfied. The world still seems to exist to inhibit my self-fulfilment.

What would you need to feel comfortable with such a public?

It was the public, the society and the very way of the state that rejected me first.

It just doesn't make sense that I'm all rejected and I don't have the right to reject it on my side.

If the world, society, the state, sees me as a public enemy, then I will see them as an enemy again.

And against the world, society, and nation where I am my enemy, let's fight with all my raging wisdom and violence.

Because if I do not, my soul will be forced to be a living corpse until it is time to congest and die.

To that end, I have been striving to get everything I can from that day in middle school. The result is a graduate of the President of the School of Medicine of the University of Toto, a prestige of a gifted surgeon, and a technique for summoning demons with sacrifice.

It could be taken for granted, rather, that the evil god of the other world, Monugonez, laid eyes on me.

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I can't help but kill that fucking annoying woman before I go to another world.

I drive to that woman's apartment.

- That woman's apartment?

Hell, I'm the one who bought that apartment.

I hate to admit it, but that woman was once my legal wife.

Married to that woman is the only and greatest stain in my life.

When my boss, the chief of surgery, introduced me, I was shrewd, but if I peeled it off, it was still like a pig or a monkey.

He was angry at me for strangling him in the bedroom, divorced him, and summoned me for compensation.

Thanks to this, the eyes of my birth at the University Hospital were completely crushed and I became the feather of losing one foothold to power on the table.

That woman doesn't get tired of just luxury apartments that don't deserve minutes, even squeezing a lot of "living expenses" out of me every month.

It was the money I was paying off with a promise not to talk about my "hobby," but I know from an investigation into the interest that that woman is telling my story to the scumbags she's dating.

I poked at the evidence via my lawyer, but that woman was fixed.

What's wrong with that? It is not true that you have done something that I am not allowed to do. What's the point of making that story a tea and drink with my friends? Can I even sell that story to the press? If you don't like that, you can pay the same amount as before.... Yeah, I changed my mind. I don't suppose you're even reflecting on me saying this. My past trauma has grown. I'd like a formal letter of apology and compensation for this case. Leave the check amount field blank, will you?

Would such a woman deserve to be alive?

When I got into the woman's apartment, I went up to the woman's room saying I had prepared a check.

When I showed him the check as requested, the woman laughed deeply.

I wrapped my fingers around its neck.

My fingers, moving thin and agile, gently tighten the woman's raw white throat.

Killing people is great, even with such a fucking woman.

The way you beg for your life during death adds a boost to my art.

I was originally only sexually excited about the woman's painful face, but since I learned the pleasure of killing, I was no longer satisfied with a slightly or softly painful face.

I can no longer reach orgasm unless I watch a woman die.

Meals, sleeps, murders.

Yet my three greatest desires seem to have been rewritten into these three.

Of course you can't possibly feel regret or despair about that.

It's more normal not to be interested in dirty, monkeys having nasty sex.

Clear and beautiful, the art of murder heals the hunger of my noble soul, and it should be.

I'm obsessed with killing. So much, I ruined my suit.

I clasped up a fucking woman's room and managed to find a jersey of a man who was likely to be worn.

but it's a woman's room, no razors.

I just have to give up on the beard.

It was a failure to welcome ecstasy as I rose the woman's body and fell asleep in the bathroom as it was.

The hospital at work will be in a hurry by now for my absence, which I regularly attend.

I left the woman's room, dragging my chilly body because I slept in a bath or something.

I just got out of the fucking woman's apartment and a man walked in who wasn't the key to seeing it from before me.

Detective.

They suspect my sponsored superpsychology circle, Belzebub, and mark me.

"Belzebub" is an occult circle I organized using my reputation and position as a genius surgeon, but there have been successive cases of members of that circle disappearing recently.

Of course, I did, but naturally, the evidence is obliterated, and I thoroughly instruct you not to divulge it around you to be a member of [Belzebub] in the first place.

Nevertheless, it is unfortunate that the sacred (Belzebub) is sometimes mixed with monkeys and pigs.

I'm worried about ordering loyal members to kill me, or putting my own hands down, and getting rid of such traps, but this detective seems to have been sniffing around about Belzebub from somewhere.

But why is the detective here now?

No way, this guy stepped on me that I might kill that woman...?

Detectives and I were silent.

A detective found himself looking back behind my back.

Detectives are watching my back still, not saying anything...

I tried to ignore the detective, and I reconsidered.

I look back with the brightest possible grin and approach the detective.

"Detective."

"... Detective? In a different person…"

"No, don't be silly.

Let me look into you.

Sakuragi Takero, Sakurakichi Prefecture Detective Division?

Detective's face got tight.

"I might be able to give you a present"

"A gift, is it...?

To my smile, the detective scratches back like he was barometric.

If you look at it this way, you're still a young detective.

Thirty-one, according to a survey by the Interest Center. He's younger than me.

He said that there was a strong sense of justice, that investigations had been conducted arbitrarily and that he had been subject to punishment.

In short, it means he's an invisible, stupid detective around.

"Go to that woman's room.

Because we have nice decorations.

You're interested in being a detective, aren't you?

- Murder. "

"You...... no way!

Detective Zhuki jumps into the apartment.

I glued on the back of a detective hitting on the janitor, all alone.

"... in these cases, shouldn't we secure the suspect first?

But then he would have picked up his life.

I took out the hand that was stuck in my jersey pocket.

In its hands, the hard-won automated pistol is held.

Even just me, I'm not sure I can work with an incumbent detective to win.

"... but you can't do this."

The condition offered by Monugonez, the evil god of the other world, is to kill 111 people "in his own hands".

It seems to be as good as a knife or blunt weapon, but the flying gear is no good.

"How many more were there?

While I know the answer, I snap.

This combination of answers is another pleasure.

I think in my mind, [Appraisal].

Hiroshi Pestle ("Genius Surgeon", "Satanist", "Master")

34 years old.

Level 1

HP 12/12

MP931/931 (31 +900)

The covenant with the state evil god (the covenant with the evil god of the other kingdom, Monugonez. CONTRACT CONTRACT: In consideration of the sacrifice made by Hideyoshi Pestle (hereinafter "Party A") to the evil gods by killing 111 people of the same world with his own hands by the deadline, the evil god Monugonuese (hereinafter "Party B") shall fully summon Party A to Marquecto of the other world. Prior to this, Party B shall grant Aad to Party A as the arrangement for the contract. Achievements on the part of A: 106/111.)/Cold

Skills

· Epic

+ [Appraisal] 9 (MAX)

+ [Devil Summons] 9 (MAX)

What you should see is the last line of help information.

106/111.

"Five more, is it?"

It's the number you can kill in one breath.

It was unexpected that the detective sniffed this place, but in any case, I didn't think it would last long.

Before the police grabbed the evidence and arrested me, it was a bet on whether I could fulfill my contract with the evil gods, but I'm apparently winning that bet.

It is no longer necessary to do this any more.

Rather, it will be a battle of speed from here on out.

Is it first for the police to secure my identity or for me to kill the remaining five?

I was excited by elements other than killing for the first time.

I turned the pistol in my hand to the detective and janitor arguing on the front porch of the apartment.

Just the luxury apartment, and the janitor can't easily get the police inside.

"I thought I picked up my life earlier, but let's still have it dead"

I pulled the pistol trigger in a row.

Making a flashy noise, the glass on the front door breaks.

Behind it, a detective and a janitor bleed to fall.

"Haha...... Huh! That's quite pleasant.

But... "

I threw a toy out of ammo on the spot.

"As a courtesy cannon to celebrate my new doorstep, come on, you lack Hua."

Whoa, we have to get out of here before we make a scene.

As I quickly got into my car in the parking lot, I stepped into the accelerator violently.

It was only after the past hour that I - Hideaki Pestle makes the Passover case.