Play with Mad Scientists!

That was when Yukie just went up to elementary school.

The kitten that was in the park. Their eyes crushed unbroken, and they looked as if their eyes were covered by red, grotesque scabs.

The kitten kept ringing like a beggar for help. All the friends I was playing with were dealing with cats with faces mixed with anxiety, pity and despair.

Feeding, stroking, but not usually feeling fun and cute dealing with kittens. While I spare no effort to pour out my love, the notion of pity and giving up sticks together.

"What the hell happens to this kid?

One shrugged with a crying face.

"You're blind, but you're still a kitten, and you can live abandoned?

Question everyone thought. No, I don't even question it. Childhood knows the answer to that. Even if I know the answer, I can't do anything about it. They're all giving up.

"You can't keep them at home."

"Neither can we..."

The children refuse to tell me. Yukie had guessed that some normal cats would still have the heart that it was difficult to keep because their eyes were crushed and their appearance was very unpleasant.

"Ask if you can keep it at my place"

That's what Yukie said at the end of the day. I don't think you can probably do it. Still, I thought I'd just try. A miracle happened and I had such pale expectations that this poor cat might shake my parents' minds too.

Thirty minutes later, Yukie's pale expectations were unbroken, and Yukie returned the cardboard box containing the kitten to its original park.

When Yukie tried to walk away, the kitten, which was supposed to be invisible, was ringing as if she had perceived the signs, with an unfailing voice.

'Don't throw it away... don't throw it away... help... don't leave it...'

Sounding as if he were saying so, Yukie walked away from the park with tears on the edge of her eyes.

The next day I went to the park to make sure that the kitten was gone in the box.

Yukie decided to think that someone friendly would have picked it up. Because if you decide to, at least you'll be saved.

That was seven years ago.

Wing Waste International Airport Terminal flooded with passengers as usual. A peaceful sight, as usual.

The beginning of the case was only a trivial event. If this trivial event had not happened, many might not have had to lose their lives.

The minor incident occurred as a group of men and women who completed boarding procedures at the check-in counter headed to the boarding gate to wait until the flight arrived.

The man and woman looked old apart to say a couple. The man is a young man in his twenties. The woman is only an early teenage girl.

The man was dressed differently in a gray jacket with a red white shirt and a very normal outfit, but not sure what he was wearing underneath because he wore an obviously missized rash blouse and his hem stretched all the way to his thick thigh. It also makes me look like I only wear a blouse.

"Ahhh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh."

"Abababububububububububububububububu. Poppy, Poppy."

"Ahhhhhh!

"Pfft, pfft, pfft!

Four children rushed in a strange voice, stopping just in a way that blocked men and women in front of them, and began to twitch. None of them would be younger than ten when they were old.

A girl sighs when she sees it. We're just talking about avoiding the kids and moving on, but we didn't. Because I knew it wouldn't happen.

A glimpse of the young man with the girl glimpsing next door. He is over 180 tall and his hair stretched to his shoulders is wavy. His face is straight, but his eyes are always closed and he doesn't know the shape of his eyes.

"Four loud shit hungry ghosts showed up"

Shortly after the youth accidentally whined about that, he kicked one of the children in front of him full of strength in the abdomen. When I wonder if my child's body has bounced a large metre, it falls to the floor, spits blood out of his mouth, and begins to cramp.

The sudden events - the unexpected and improbable violence of everyone - froze the time of all those who were there. Only youth and girl time was moving in it.

"Rick's attack. A blow to Kaishin's mind by a loud shitty hungry ghost. I took out a loud shit-hungry ghost. EXP 4 Gained"

A young man who keeps whining about bumps on his own turns to another child. Both of those eyes remained closed, but the orientation of the face was firmly directed at the child, so the targeted child trembled heavily in fear and the urethra loosened.

"What do we do? Attack, kick, head"

When I squealed between words, as I did that squeaking, I let go of the spinning kick with tremendous momentum on the back of the child's head. The child blows away as he rotates, bending his neck to a strange angle and staying motionless while he falls.

"No, don't -!

Someone who supposedly is the father of the children changes his blood phase and screams, rushing toward the youth.

"Stupid parents have emerged anew. Attacks, guns, stupid parents, heads"

Shortly after he muttered quickly, the young man shot the gun out of his nostrils at high speed. As the grunt proclaims, the parent is shot through the head and falls.

"Chance for a Serial Attack!

When you whisper sharply, the two remaining children similarly shoot through their heads and kill them.

The young man walks slowly toward the body of his fallen father. Then he crouches in front of his father, wanders the body, and pulls out his wallet.

"I killed stupid parents with all the shitty hungry ghosts. I got 25 XP and money. Yukie, how much is this in there?

A young man who opens his wallet and shows his contents to a girl.

"Seventy thousand yen and... six thousand yen."

"Nanaman, I got Roxenne"

A young man squeals, as if to conjure the words of a girl called Yukie.

The sudden tragedy gave rise to a chain of screams. That triggers everyone on the spot to escape through an avalanche.

"Shut up. But it's a hassle to get everyone around, so let's just get on the plane."

"Can you ride?

While the youth went to the boarding gate with a cool face, Yukie followed suit with a very common sense question about whether he could make such a scene and fulfill himself and get on the plane.

Tilt the gate, sit in a chair and wait until a designated flight arrives. The noise didn't seem to have reached the inside of the gate, and the passengers were calm, but...

'There was a shooting incident inside the terminal. Evacuate as instructed by the attendant'

Sudden announcements make Japanese passengers anxious. On the other hand, the foreign passengers panic lightly and flee over there with hysterical golden noises.

In the meantime, only the youth and Yukie sat flat in a chair, waiting for an announcement to guide the plane on the designated flight.

"Hands up!

Cops rush from the airport police station and surround the two of them.

"Lord Poly, the loyal dog, showed up."

The young man's eyes as he meditated, shaking his face slowly, left and right, as if he were seeing the cops, turning face to face with them.

Shortly afterwards, the youth made a huge jump using the chair as a flying platform. Too suddenly, the cops couldn't react at all, punctuated by behavior and human detached jumping power.

"But Lord Loyal Dog Poly is freaking out and confused"

Whimpering in the air, he shoots a gun at a speed that doesn't even go unnoticed. The two policemen were shot in the middle of the forehead at the same time. Shortly after the young man lands, two police officers collapse at the same time.

The cops returned to me and the shootout at close range began. Cops are even holding submachine guns and shooting, but only one pistol a young man has in his hand. In common sense, there can be no such thing as winning opportunities for youth. But he was outside the boundaries of common sense.

Just twist your body and move your legs forward, back, left, and right a few steps in a motion that looks like you're seeing all the bullets throwing up at you, and you're going to scratch the shooting from close range. Then, in between swings, he fires at the policeman lightly, and every time he fires, one policeman falls.

The policemen were quickly lying dead, not left alone.

The anomaly that there are people at the airport who commit a large number of grand murders and even rushed police officers are instantly killed. But this was a very routine event that did not deserve any surprise for the youth and Yukie.

"I'm the same enemy again. Real shitty gay. Loyal Dog Lord Poly would also like some more variation. I don't care if there are more balanced and broken enemies like Ashiya."

Put the gun away and throw it away looking boring.

"More than that, if I make this noise, I can't get on a plane to America?

Yukie points out in a sober tone.

"Well, how about hijacking?

"Hijacking or something, does that work?

Young people making outrageous suggestions in a light tone. But Yukie knows it's not a joke.

"No, I'm sure this is a quest for content like this. I guess that's why the hijacking is set up properly so we can do it too. Yeah, it's worth a try. Anyway, this game is amazing because of the breadth of what you can do."

The young man walked out of the terminal with a fun-loving smile on his heart. Yukie also follows it with no expression.

A few hours later, the young man was flying to the sky. Lightly accomplished hijacking. It was different from the designated flight, and different from the destination, but the flight to the United States happened to be before take-off, so we boarded it and took the passengers hostage.

"Oh, I saved 100 libidos. It's time to get it out."

A young man, who had grown up in his seat for a while, gets up whining about that.

"Freeze! Don't move!

Towards the passengers, a young man poking at the gunpoint. As we walk down the aisle, we make the expression of terror stick to define the stiff passengers.

"All right, let's make a decision on this guy. Camone."

Grabbing the arm of a blonde blue-eyed high-teen girl from it, she sticks a muzzle to her head and drags her out of her chair.

A middle-aged man, who was next to him, seen as the girl's father, tried to stop him by summoning him somehow in English, but the young man shot a bullet into his head as if he were to pay even for it. My daughter makes a grieving scream, but the young man went on to break her clothes as she sang her nose without leaving it to rest.

"Sexual release complete. My libido went to zero. Sex skills increased by 0.2"

The young man who finished committing the girl, right after he muttered so, pushed the gun in the middle of the girl's forehead, who was humiliated and relieved...

"Bubba"

I said goodbye in a mild tone and pulled the trigger.

"I got 30 XP. Hey, how many hours till we get there?

Ask the stewardess.

"About nine hours."

"Uh, shit. I should have kept you alive if it was going to take that long. Ma, look. If you want to process your sexuality again, you can use something else."

Towards the threatening stewardess, the young man turned his face with his eyes closed and smiled.

That was about seven and a half months ago.