It was in the game that Susuke began to learn the word ruin. I've seen them in virtual spaces that only look real and dimensional, and I've been inside.

But it's the first time I've ever been inside an actual ruin. There wasn't much emotion because I didn't see a big difference between that and the reality of the virtual world.

"When you get into something like this, don't you think about it a lot?

Junko looked back at Susuke and called out as she gently stepped down the long stretched aisle and walked ahead. He smiles at his mouth and sounds happy.

"There are many facilities in Euthanasia City that are left abandoned like this for backstreet residents, but hey. I feel sorry for the abandoned building."

Junko seems happy for some reason for saying he's pathetic, but I don't particularly think of him anymore, as I found that Junko and I acted together for a few days and frequently blurred attitudes and emotions that appeared on his mouth and surface.

An old euphoric temple that has been abandoned for ten years and can be rough all you want.

Stone giant buildings have collapsed walls and columns everywhere, which would have been bright once, and tile floors colored with turquoise blue and water are also dull and dirty. However, it was felt by Susuke so that only the majestic atmosphere remained intact.

"Because there's a soul in things too. Hey. Though the idea of taking care of things is a tradition that is more ancient to the Japanese mind, the idea of an eight million gods is truly the teachings that the ancient explorers of Tai recognized and spread. Oh, that explorer was all a sorcerer and a sorcerer before the development of science. Is this a boring story?

"No, it's funny."

Honestly, it was salvation because it was distracting. I don't want to think about it. I don't have to think about anything unpleasant.

"Disturbing anxiety?

Junko to see through such thoughts and tease.

"Are you anxious to see your father you've never met before?

"No, you don't know if you're coming. I'm not coming."

"What makes you think that?

"How many times have I had this exchange to help a child I've never seen before?"

We've already had many conversations between Junko and Misuke. It is a topic that I do not like to talk about or think about as Susuke.

"But if you came to help, that's an amazing father, isn't it? Don't you think?

"I don't think so"

Reflectively returns it with a murky voice.

"I think it's amazing that you're trying to reclaim me by challenging me to fight like the Great Demon King of Terror, even in the back street."

Junko, who purposely says it as if it were going to tear up, is unnecessarily backstroked by the nerves of Susuke, who was just tingling.

"Well, I don't know about the problem, but I can't even give it to you. The other one wants to do something for you. Yeah. It's a setup for that, too. Come on."

Suke's frustration cools at once at the words he continues to say.

"It's hard to figure out when to run it, but it's not working. If you fail, that's your grandfather."

"Ugh, yeah."

She nodded with a nervous face to make sure she didn't know how many times. In front of Junko is the meat doll Suke, but even the expression is conveyed and reflected as it is.

"This is for you, Susuke, your mother, to quit your current profession."

"Thank you so much, Junko"

Junko's summary of the operation was sincerely appreciated. Though it was a cheesy hand, Junko even tangled with his own purpose to make Susuke's wishes come true.

"You can thank me after it's a good thing. Honestly, there's no coverage that works this way either. Come on. It's an improvised plan, and I don't know what kind of decision your mother's gonna make."

"I'm a little scared when they say that..."

It's a dark face, Susuke.

"If only I had died in front of you, but my mother would still be the same."

"At that time, well... I don't know if I can make it. Haha, sorry for being irresponsible"

That's not true, Junko laughs prankily, saying she can't help it lightly, without giving me the words of encouragement that come and go. Strangely enough, it made me feel easier from Susuke.

By order of Komatsu, Abis of good will gathered the remaining constituents and sent them under Ken's command to the former Temple of Euthanasia.

The ancient ginseng executives and clerks remained, but nearly 90% of the soldiers have been put in.

"Do you think you have a winning eye?

The executives, led by Kashima, were stuck in Komatsu again.

"Now I've doubled the number of people in, and I'm sure you'll be fine"

Komatsu returns so with a loud face, cutting his nails off.

"Is there only a number of grounds? Even if they do, they will undoubtedly make many sacrifices. If you fail, you'll have to retaliate against Yukioka first."

Kashima eats at the face of the boiling point, but Komatsu doesn't mind. I have stopped thinking there because it is not worth lending my ears, such as the words of my lower back subordinates.

"Pull up your troops now and offer Junko Yukioka a a hand-to-hand job"

The words of one of the executives stroke Komatsu's nerves back. In addition to his anger, he accidentally cut his deep paws, and stares at the executives who have just spoken in the face of anger.

"Why should I apologize! I don't know!

"As it is, everyone in the organization will be killed. Is that okay?"

"This organization is made by me! I'm the one who picked you guys up! You can always tell me to apologize to you!

Kashima's eyes sit on Komatsu, who wakes up. It was the moment something hung up inside Kashima.

"You want us to die?

"I didn't say that! I'm not an idiot, either, because I know this one's gonna get killed. So let me apologize or something other than a joke and get in a good mood. It's your job to think about it."

With the intention of making the best of it awesome, Komatsu was seriously intimidating the executives, but they all seemed exhausted. Or have you given up?

"I was going to give you the final notice, but you have no choice."

Kajima exhales and pulls out the gun. Naturally, the end of the gunpoint is directed towards Komatsu. As if learning from it, the other executives simultaneously pulled out their guns and turned to Komatsu. I had a meeting in advance. Make a decision if Komatsu doesn't listen.

"This organization was created by my boss and I appreciate your help so far. But I don't have a cheap life to throw out for the boss's personal business"

Kashima in a pale tone.

"Don't be ridiculous! You ungrateful bastards! You want to save my life until I'm in a good mood for Yukioka!

Threaten by a sudden rebellion, but with the utmost emptiness. Above all, it was the chilled gaze and expression of his men that he fought.

"There's an outer road! Don't joke! Don't joke! Just kidding......"

The stirring was cancelled by several gunshots along the way.

"Contact Ken and tell him to turn back. If you're not convinced, send him a picture of his dead face."

Kashima, who became the new head of the goodwill Abyss at this moment, orders the executives behind him.

"You won't be able to. Ken seems to be getting his men killed and burning in revenge. They seem to be hanging up, too, and I can't reach them."

Says it in the face as if one of the executives bit down the bitter bug.

"What about the other men?

"You can't. I won't get through. Maybe Ken ordered me to hang up."

In the wake of the report, Kajima will have a gloomy face. Killing Komatsu alone is unlikely to avoid losing the majority of its constituents.

"Do we have to give up and get back from scratch? Recruit new constituents now."

Kajima makes the choice to abandon his men who have no choice but to head to the temple.

"What makes you say we do an apology to Snow Oka right now?

Executives propose.

"Say stupid. We're on our way. Now what?"

That being said, Kajima turns a blind eye to Komatsu, who is still in his angry shape.

"Cut this guy's neck off and keep it embalmed. When things converge, I'll take them when I hit them with my hands."

To Kashima's life, the executives looked at each other. It was a preemptive and barbaric idea to amputate only the neck and turn it into a souvenir for a handbeating.

The anxiety that the next generation of bosses might also have problems arose in them.