They told me there was something I really wanted you to see, and Tired was led to a true room within the Snow Oka Institute.
"Ugh..."
The moment he opens the door to the room, Tired changes his complexion and groans, covering his mouth and nose with his hands. Because there was a strong odor coming from indoors.
"Get in. I mean, smell it right. That doesn't make any sense."
True to encourage tired entry without changing your complexion at all. I'm tired of walking into a true room, wondering what the hell is going on.
Even though it is usually a simple room, it is scattered with various objects. It looks like crap at first glance, but I can tell it's something I took out of the equipment room.
They seem to be making something, but most of them seem to be about to, and I don't even know what they're trying to make. What I can barely see is a gas can that I think has already been modified. Tired presumes that it would probably be a mechanism to explode and scatter something.
The most noticeable of these is the drum can placed in the middle of the room. The source of the intense stench is also emanating from here.
"So, sniff it right."
True prompts again.
Tired doesn't like to get his hands off his mouth and breathe.
"Ho ho, ho ho"
Immediately after, tiredness coughs up hard. Have intense nausea and actually vomit. I even dizzied at how ill I felt and my consciousness was distant for a moment.
"Success, I guess"
When I see how tired I am, the truth groans, and I scratch my nagging tired back.
"It works for you means it works for him, too."
With a bright blue face, I said the truth as I rubbed my tired back that kept vomiting.
"What do you mean...?
Dropping gastric juice and saliva from the edge of his mouth, he raised his messy face with snot and tears, and tired asked.
"I heard about Snow Oka eating Viper's nerve gas and getting paralyzed. Overlife is highly resistant to the ability of illusion and shark systems, but a simple attack of physical action seems to be effective. Though it has regenerative capabilities, the physical neurological action - the damage to the function of the five senses is particularly effective."
"Radiation doesn't work... Major poisons can also be roughly deactivated... but the original formulation - drugs and poisons that have not been pre-immunized in the body... do work"
I found out that this was the preparation for the battle against Midori, but I was tired of not knowing why I would keep such a bad smell in my room.
The means by which those who do not possess extraordinary powers confront the extraordinary ones, which Truth told us so tirelessly the other day - it is an attack on the Five Senses. It was intense stimulation of vision, hearing, and sense of smell that caused flickering and disturbed mental concentration during activation of abilities. That is a way of examining literature that is truer than before and wondering if it could be used independently.
Previously, even in the battle with the magician, he had killed before finishing the procedure, but this time the opponent cannot kill, and even if he is willing to kill, there is a greater chance of payback, the opponent is a strong person with different digits.
Therefore, the truth came to me when I tried to put into practice the previously more contemplated method as one of the means for those without superordinary powers to confront the aliens.
"That's... Professor Migasaki's..."
I have tired eyes on the thickening landscape, placed in the corner of the room.
"It's a rocket landscape. I got it from Miyazaki, but I don't know if I've ever had any use for it, it was heavy enough to carry it with me, and most importantly, it's lame. But it looks like it could be used this time."
A glance at it that feels flatter than a regular landscape, says the truth.
"I'd like to hear your opinion, being a sorcerer, what do you say? Can you use the technique in this stench?
"If they sniff something like this during the procedure, the procedure will be blocked...... right. In the meantime you won't be able to use the technique itself for a while... Almost... it's poison gas... but if you get used to it after a while, I was wondering if I could braid the surgery. It is only valid for a short period of time. Besides... it would also be an obstacle to the supernatural abilities of nature, unlike surgery"
Tired gives opinions and thoughts, even remembering the headache. In fact, I suspect that some drum cans, which are the source of this odor, are also mixed with poisonous species.
"It would suffice if I could figure that out. It's not just an attack on the sense of smell. Attacks on sight and hearing are also combined to buy time to seal off power. Ideally in the meantime, we should take them out."
"Is that the kind of operation..."
"I have been trained to torture Snow Oka, so I am somewhat resistant to sound, but I have to get used to the smell early. Not just me, but you."
"Are you really going by this means? What... me too!?
Tired of shouting in surprise.
"Because it's your enemy, you've decided to cooperate, too. That's why you get used to the smell too. Take this to your room, put it in your room and go to sleep."
When I heard those words, I was sincerely tired of wanting you to stop being hostile for yourself anymore and want to cry.
"Are you seriously going to fight?
Apart from that, tiredness wanted to put a stop to the very fact that the truth was seriously going to fight Midori. I don't think I can win very much. It can only be an unprovoked battle.
"For example... do you think you can fight Junko and win?
"I guess I can't do it right now."
True to admit it lightly.
"Is that a monster equal to or more than Junko...... right? As I said before, the transcendent who has gone as far as he gets... what?"
"You're one of them, aren't you? But even if I did it with you now, for example, I'm not willing to lose at all. I mean, that's what I mean."
I'm not sure what the rationale is, but I also think I'm tired that I would certainly not win truly, even now that I'm weak and have lost shards of my struggle. I'm not willing to buy a fight even if they sell it in the first place.
"And. Sooner or later, the time will come for me to interact with Overlife more than once. I'm sure that time will come."
Only one person can feel tired. Truth is hostile, the one who doesn't know his face or his name. I only know what you're assuming, but I don't see who else the truth is assuming as an enemy.
"If you're on Snow Oka's side, any day will definitely come. He draws. If I can't do anything then, there's no point in being on his side. Of course, Yukioka is going to change it soon."
Hearing true stories, tiredness convinces me, at the same time, I am surprised and impressed that the truth has so much vigeon.
"I'm an affordable opponent of that mock fight this time. That's why I want to try."
"Is it still that way rather than for me..."
"It's also for you. If you leave me alone, you'll continue to be depressed again, so the main thing is to show me what I hate and cheer you up. At the same time, there are a few other goals."
This fortitude and absurdity has not changed at all since the previous life. And there was another dialogue that bothered me. What's the other aim? As far as some say, there must still be something.
"What other aim...?
"At the moment, it means secret."
I couldn't measure at all what the truth was up to, but I strongly wanted to keep an eye on the truth I was trying to build on with a view to the future.
Thin Happy's megalodon grounds are quite large, with fields of various varieties of cereals and vegetables on the grounds. Because the first patriarch tried to live a self-sufficient life in the denomination.
Though it did not lead to complete self-sufficiency, the believers alone can bribe a considerable amount of food. It is now winter, so the cultivation of the fields is limited, but that is one of the tasks of the faithful.
Although something called Liberation Day was raised, radical believers began to gather in the Megalodon of Thin Happiness, and combat training, etc., other times were Chie Hanayama, who was often messing with the fields.
Though Chie vowed to avenge PTA extremists to avenge his son's loss of life in the terrorist attack on Tokyo Dickland by PTA extremists, honestly, I doubt and was anxious to know how much he could do alone.
The weapons were procured as requested, and I work hard every day in combat training, so I have some confidence, but I am still the only one who carries out terrorism.
The same goes for the other believers. Each one tries to clear up some grudge, but largely individually. All the runners were like that, and many of them failed.
The executives, on the other hand, have no avenge opponents, such as this in particular - they are trying to gather together those who resent society itself and do something big. I honestly don't think it's unfair, but I don't really think about wisdom because I know Erica and Gwen directly and we're close.
"The Princess has been good with the executives lately, and she won't speak to us."
Resting in a chair in the entrance, an elderly male believer came next door and joked and said.
Midori, while in the position of patriarch, remembered all the faithful, he was a child who spoke freely and was also interested in public discourse and so on. But I am in a hurry for Liberation Day, always acting with believers or bodyguards, even face-to-face, to the extent of greeting.
"Hey. I should have done my best to be an executive too. Wow."
Chie also smiles and speaks such a joke. I have no idea what criteria can be used by executives to install it, so I can't even try to emerge.
"Was Chie an individual vengeance group?"
"Yeah, I want to clear up my grudges against the people who took my son's life."
"Right. Since I'm going with Erica, I wondered if Chie would come with me, but is it difficult for that reason?"
Older believers who say sorry.
"I was going to ramble on my own at first, too, but thank you very much. I decided to join the executive team. It's more fun to be with everyone."
An elderly believer speaking with a smile, Chie was a little envious. Because if I didn't have the goal of avenging my son, I could be mixed with collective action.
"Not everyone here will participate, but when it's Liberation Day, I miss a lot of people, including you and me, dying."
"Yeah. But it's a decision. You'll see me again in the afterlife. Or in the afterlife."
Though Chie had conversations with older believers, it seemed to him that neither faith nor loyalty was enough. I have not abandoned the sensation of death.
Since the patriarch does not blame such a human being, and on the contrary, he is a Frank Orpheus nori from the patriarch, from Chie, who has laddered through various emerging religions, it seems that the Megalodon of Thin Happiness itself is a much milder air than other emerging religions. Most importantly, I smile a lot.
It is also all, Chie thinks, whether it is the power of the Patriarch. He who gives hope for the end to those who have flown here in despair. It is no exaggeration to call the appearance a girl or the contents an incarnation of a goddess. When it was a miracle in itself that he had met such a wonderful person, Chie was now grateful for the fate that had once taken his son.
At the rough garbage dump, the man jumped out of the garbage with the roar.
"Maggots return!
A man calls out loud. Fortunately, there was no one around. Not fortunately for a man, but for a human being who has come to dump trash.
"I saw it when it was almost cold!
Looking up to heaven, man - Ye Shan assures me. The only rationale is the length of time I was nodding around in the trash, but I believed that and didn't doubt it.
"When you fulfill your mission, come! I had new power in this dump! With this, we can win! And I skin it from ugly maggots to beautiful flies!
Ye Shan shouts with a rugged face holding his fists in both hands, making him look like a fighter. As a matter of fact, he's been working on the operation for a long time, and he came up with something to use that he found in the dumpster.
The burning fighting spirit can quickly disappear from his head.
"I'm a maggot... Ugh... No one notices if you nod around in the corner. It's just a miserable maggot to get creeped out, even if they notice."
Returning to his usual shady face, he began to travel without anyone understanding him, whining to himself.