Euthanasia City Euthanasia Sixth Middle School. Classroom in Group D for three years.
A fat, fat, middle-aged teacher follows the contents of a history textbook just as it is on the blackboard. Some serious students were desperately transferring that to their notebooks, but the majority of the students in the classroom are ignoring the classes and chattering.
No matter what attitude the students had during the class, there was no reason to shy away from the mere existence of writing on the blackboard without saying anything. He's the most appreciated type of teacher for his students.
"So - I don't think I'm wrong about all the teaching of" The Megalodon of Thin Happiness ". The doctrine that those who have been born into this world are free to use the world as a playground to play. It's always ridiculous how humans make their own laws and rules later."
"Are you serious? Then why don't you call me in?
"If the teachings of that religion are right, the world is doomed."
Bad groups that are solidifying behind the classroom were flourishing on the topic of cult religious groups that have been making public noise lately.
"There are rumors that Nakada's guy has arrived, but I don't know if it's true."
"A patriarch like Princess doesn't appear on the table at all, does he?
"Rumor has it that all the paparazzi that went shooting went missing. Eh."
"It hurts around you calling yourself a princess or something. Now it would be funny if I were a skank. I don't know why you're not going out there. That's why."
"Come on, don't break your dreams. I think I'm absolutely beautiful."
"We're just a few minutes away from liberation day and doing it, but they're already terrorizing us, so what's the point of that day?
"Is it a rumoured day that there is religious terrorism? That's crazy indeed. Why are you terrorizing me first?"
"Running terrorism and all that funny stuff."
The door behind the classroom opened vigorously at that point of conversation, and the majority of the students who were in the class at the sound looked back and were surprised to see who was there.
"Hey, Nakada!?
The boy with a pistol in both hands - that was Shinya Nakada, a student who had rumours that he had entered the Megalodon of Thin Happiness. He is the target of a bully from a talking bad group and a student who has been out of school for two months.
"There are a few groups you've been talking about that I can't wait until Liberation Day. Even in the church, they say it's just the lead."
The muzzle is directed at the defective students and the trigger is pulled.
Classrooms colored by gunshots, blood splashes, screaming a little late, and fear. A look of joy that rises only on Nakada's face.
"The Princess said. The identity of this world is a shitty pot, and everyone in it is a shitty bug."
Nakada stares down at the defects that roll as corpses and puts his face on the smell of the shit piss leaking out of the corpse for a moment.
"That's true. The smell of manure puffs."
Laughing with his nose, Nakada lifted the muzzle under his chin.
"Brincess, I'm sorry I couldn't wait till liberation day... I'll be gone first"
Nakada pulls the trigger when she looks up at the void and squeals with a serene look like a possessed person. Gunshots again, screams, blood splashes, and a blowing Nakada look.
In the corner of the mountainous area of northwestern Euthanasia City, the denominational facility of the religious organization Megalodon of Thin Happiness exists. It possesses vast amounts of facility land, and the site is surrounded by high concrete walls, a jail-like atmosphere built in the woods.
Countless buildings exist on the property, where the faithful live together. Everything but the huge central facility called the main hospital is a sleeping place for life.
There is a huge diocese called the superdiocese, where the preaching and speeches of the Patriarch take place, as well as various entertainment facilities, dojos, factories and even shooting ranges.
The shooting range and dojo set in the basement are adjacent and overwhelmed by the enthusiasm of the believers who encourage training.
The majority of the faithful currently in the dojo and shooting range are ordinary people who started training when the day of liberation was set. Even with a burning blade for Liberation Day, I was instructed that I should wear gun handling and minimal physical surgery, and many of my followers came to workout.
However, due to the limited space available in both the shooting range and the dojo, the training is carried out in replacement.
"We'll be switching to the next squad in five minutes. Good luck."
In the meantime, a girl in a Sister takes a microphone and tells her the replacement is close.
Girls are thought to be about sixteen to eighteen years old, not so much as beautiful girls, but they look neat to the extent they are quite seen. Its abdomen is swollen because of Sister's outfit and the girl's apparent age, it really catches my eye.
The girl's name is Erica. I am currently seventeen and eight months pregnant. With her body of such weight, she was also one of the militant leaders, making her one of the executives of the thin happy Megalodon.
She herself wanted to take the militant position, and the Patriarch accepted it lightly.
Erica was born as the daughter of an executive of an emerging religion of Christian descent and was raised from an early age on to Christian teaching.
In the life leading up to coming here, Erica genuinely believed in and revered God's presence. At least until you get here - until Erica gets raped and pregnant.
The killer's man's father was a prosecutor's attorney general, and the evidence in the case was wiped out, and Erica's parents just told God to pray because this is also a test God gave them. I told him not to allow abortion, but to give birth because it was a gift from God.
While Erica prayed in the church, she gradually became ill in spirit, and all those in sight hated, praying, and at the same time turning endless hatred towards God.
I cursed the God who gave me such a test, and somehow began to want to do it as dirty as I did with that God.
Erica inflated her delusions as she prayed. In order to pollute God, I began to think of escaping all ethical constraints and bringing destruction to the world.
I take as many lives as I can, and then I lay down my life. Life born as a price for many lives is surely honorable. Sacrifice to make the life in one's belly more honorable. Sacrifice for myself to be the Virgin Mary. On the arrow tip of the birth, let that sinful life soon be extinguished - and the delusions keep swelling.
But Erica didn't have the guts or the power to make her delusion a reality. Such a fold, Erica began to dream the same dream every night.
"Well, this is another terrible hatred and despair. Wow, Sue."
Erica still remembers saying that when she first appeared in her dream, the girl laughed at the pieces.
The place where the girl and Erica were was also different. A bright red sky with a bright black cloud. The earth of pale and black bumps where there may be cracks. The desolate landscape was spreading. Besides, the ground moves slowly like a lame whale everywhere, bubbling from time to time like a magma.
"Yay, I just tried to shape Erica's mind a little bit, which one? I'm still trying to suppress the expression. I could be a little more obscure, and I've seen something a little more obscure."
The girl, who had never even seen it, told him with a grin. Long hair stretched black and straight. She is an adorable young teenager with long, thin hands and legs. Outfits like a soft looking white blouse with frills, a black bow tie, and a slightly shorter fluffy checked skirt look great.
"If Erica is going to be like this, I don't think Midori has a choice. Something is so pathetic. I feel like I should be on my side in this world."
Looking over at the landscape in my dreams, I laughed slightly, not least to show my teeth, wondering if the girl had spoken words of sympathy. He was really loving, and he had a nasty smile.
"Yay, why, because Midori will be on your side. Yeah, I'm lucky, Erica is. Whoa, Introduce yourself. My name is Midori. Call me Princess or Princess Midori. You can call me Midori by name."
From that day on, every time I slept, Midori began to appear in my dreams. Midori accepted Erica without ever denying her, and comforted Erica gently.
Erica began to believe unfounded that Midori was a real being, and even thought Midori was the true goddess of salvation. And Erica will know that it was right. One day, in fact, before Erica, the girl in the dream showed up.
"Heh, surprised?
Midori smiles in front of Erica. That laugh I showed you many times in my dreams. That grin, laughing with a slightly white tooth on, was right in front of me in reality.
To much of what happened, Erica wondered if she'd gone crazy.
"I'm here to pick you up. Erica wasn't the only one I made contact with in my dreams. I split up Midori's mental body, and it's like a lot more Erica - showing up in the dreams of people in nasty circumstances, interfering, this is it. Erica, I'm sorry I'm not the only one who's special."
Midori doesn't show much bad looks and apologizes.
Midori then took Erica to Megalodon of Thin Happiness. There, as Midori said, were gathered Midori and those whom they met in their dreams, and they worshipped Midori as their patriarch. Erica became part of it without any resistance.
It is unclear why, but Erica was particularly liked by Midori, the patriarch, who was granted senior executive status in a short period of time and was in a position to take care of the faithful.
"Erica, have I improved a bit, too?
A middle-aged woman, who was training to shoot, talks to Erica.
He's one of my familiar followers. His name is Chie Hanayama. He said the reason he visited the church was because his son was drawn.
But one day, somehow he suddenly went out and was involved in the bombing of Tokyo Dickland by PTA extremists.
Wisdom belonged to militants after losing his son. To free my son's helplessness and anger at the PTA extremists on the day of liberation to come.
"Yeah, I think it's improved a lot"
Erica said in all seriousness, not in a social dictionary. In fact, the intention to come to the training of wisdom is tremendous, the concentration is off, and the temper is improving. Erica is sad that the reason for this is because she lost her son.
But the same is true of Erica, who feeds on resentment. No, I can tell you that a lot of people who come to this training ground do.
"Glad to hear it. I'm sure you'll get what you want on Liberation Day."
"Yeah, I have the princess protection, I work hard and train every day, and I'm sure it will work. Don't doubt it. Believe it. That's what helps."
Erica smiles at wisdom and preaches her teachings with ease. You have to behave as one of the more trusted executives than Brincess, even against someone who is more than twice as old as you.
"Well, if you believe in the Princess, everything will work out."
Wisdom was so convinced that he conveniently stopped thinking there.
In the last three years, many of those who have entered the Megalodon of Thin Happiness have met in dreams with the Princess. At least that is the case for the majority of those who have visited since the change of patriarch from the predecessor, who was the father of the Princess, to the present Princess. Sometimes people come in admiring the doctrine itself, but less than 10%.
"It's that liberation day."
A boy with a shallow, dark-skinned appearance spoke as he walked over to Erica's side of wisdom. His name is Gwen. I'm thirteen and still young, but this is still one of the fine militant leaders.
"You can't wait for Liberation Day because of the rumbling ahead group, you can't keep your eyes on me. I can't even stop it. If they hadn't gone ahead on their own in the first place, they wouldn't have been able to see us this far."
"I don't have a choice. Princess always said that, didn't she? You can do whatever you want. Born in the world."
Erica flatters Gwen. Gwen is right, we cannot wait for the day of liberation, when all the followers of the Megalodon of Thin Happiness decide to release their desires simultaneously, and it is the status quo that the leaping followers continue to follow. And what they do is mostly murder to clear up resentment, and even some of them are out there doing passages and suicide bombers.
Because of this, Megalodon, now perfectly delightful, became a noisy being for the public, he also learned about the day of liberation, and he became rumored to commit mass terrorism on that day. In fact, they also intended to, so from the faithful preparing for the day of liberation, the leading group was annoying.
Besides, it is the end of a frequent infiltration of assassins unleashed by someone on the grounds within the Order, aiming at the life of the Princess.
"I know how teethy it feels not to wait for Liberation Day and not to stop those who run wild."
Follow Erica in a gentle tone to the dissatisfied face Gwen.
"It's also troubling to bring in an assassin. The teachings of the Princess are great, but there is a risk of catastrophe."
Erica blindly believes in the Patriarch, but understood the reasoning to that extent.
"The Princess has a powerful bodyguard."
Gwen smiles creepy. Because there are unlimited numbers of people who have infiltrated the Order for the purpose of assassinating the Princess, but all of them have been returned.