The slight amputation must have been an attack by extraordinary force, worn by a man because of his modification. The upper body of a slightly twisted body flies over the man's head with stiffness spinning in the air.
So I noticed something strange. I freaked out for a moment thinking a little had been killed, but seeing that strange phenomenon, I could be sure that a little that could normally be judged fatal was safe.
Not a drop of blood has been shed from a slight upper body cross section while it has been severed in two. The organ hasn't even been smashed. As a result of the modification to Snow Oka, you can decide that some force is working and protecting you slightly.
There were even more anomalies. A slight lower body melted in the air and flew in with a sports mower.
The sports pruning man waved his arms and activated his abilities shortly after, unable to react. A slight lower body, melted and liquefied, pours down into the lower body of the man.
What was once a slight lower body that became a drooling gravy moves around the man's lower body. And...
"Ugh! Ahhh! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
A man screamed without himself or the world. I can't help it. The lower part of the guy's body melted out with a hint of his lower body. As if dissolved in a hint of lower body gravy. No, it's like - it's actually slightly melted.
The lower body of the sports pruning man quickly melts off, and the remaining upper body - from the belly, the top falls to the ground. It appears to be dissolved about the lower half of the gut, with a large amount of blood erupting from a section of the dissolved abdomen, dyeing the asphalt red. Naturally, the sports pruning man is dead.
"Oodle ah!
A red polo shirt fat man who was supposed to have been shot by me rose with a roar of anger. Like me, you have the ability to regenerate? If so, you're a little troublesome.
I set my aim to shoot more guns, but before I did, the slightest appearance of just the upper body woke me up quickly, while fat and waving my right hand.
Something flew out of his slightest hand and hit the fat man in the face straight. If you look closely, the tip is disappearing from a slight right elbow. No... it hasn't completely disappeared. Only part of the liquefied slight arm gravy - no, let's call it meat fluids - is connected to the slight meat fluids on the fat face, as if the wax were transmitting the yarn in the opposite direction.
"Ghaaaaaaaaah!
Abandoned Devil's Scream.
When the slightest paid his arm again, all the meat fluids on the man's face went back to the slightest arm, as if magically, with the tip from the slightest elbow back to the original hand. The only difference, however, is that the tip is melted from the elbow in the clothes section of your right hand.
The man's face, on the other hand, had melted unbroken and his muscles had become all sorts of stubborn skeletons. The top and back of the head are not melted so they look extra gray.
Fat faces regenerate. Do you still have the ability to play? The slightest I saw it, but now I moved the meat-liquefied lower body that killed the sports pruning man to attract him and let him cover his whole fat body.
As if preyed upon by an amoeba, obesity is covered in a hint of meat fluid and dissolved., if it continues to melt extensively, there will be limits to any regeneration. What a terrible ability.
In the end, slightly took the form of destroying two people by themselves.
I went down the stairs and stood on the asphalt looking just like my upper body (?) Look down at the slightest where you are. The passers-by look at it in a far-flung manner.
One of them took a picture, so he cut it, shot a gun, and destroyed his fingertip-sized phone. My fingers looked like they were blowing up together too, but you know what?
"Are you all right?
"As you can see, heh heh heh."
I answer slightly with a cool face, keeping them both dead.
"I knew it wasn't the first time you'd killed someone."
"This is the fourth person. Sounds like the reactions after killing people for the first time vary from person to person. People who tremble and can't move on the spot, people who feel sick after putting aside a little time, people who feel comfortable or accomplished, people who feel nothing, and. I felt... sorry for myself for not feeling anything"
A hint that makes me tend to lay low.
"No, that was great. As expected."
Snow Oka, who was touring, called out.
"Xueoka. What the hell is this little body?"
"You can call me by name, not by my last name. I'd rather have a name, privately."
"I don't think we're even that cheap... okay? Junko, I called you. Answer me."
"As you can see, it's the ability to zoll the flesh. It is also highly acidic and can be absorbed and taken in after melting. When you melt your brain, it's an excellent thing to exaggerate to the other person's memory. You can copy the characteristics of your opponent's body, so you can transform it into a melted opponent."
Regardless of the Transformation Copy, on what principle, you can melt your brain and even get it to memory...
"I need saving time, and it takes about six seconds to prepare. Damage can also be zolled and healed, but if you get a fatal injury six seconds before that, you need to be careful because it's likely to lead to death. And then again, my heart and brain can't zoll. I could have zoned those two, and saved time and didn't need them, but when I tried to do that, I compromised because it would be dangerous for mortality to rise during the remodeling phase."
He said no heart... I mean...
"You... then it wouldn't have sucked if you'd been attacked in the chest or head the first time"
I look at the slightest one and I accidentally absurd my voice. I'm glad I was hungry...
"Luck is among strength. Well, I didn't think you had that kind of flying tool. I will refrain from any future ambushes from the air."
A hint that droops my head like I'm sorry.
"So, how long have you been like that?
With only a slight upper body, the lower body stays slimy and does not try to go back inside.
"I accidentally melted my clothes, too. Now, if I go back to normal, I, I'm gonna be the exposed lunatic girl with a soft-bodied lower body on my way to and from heaven, right? Is Liao Er okay with that?
"That's not good..."
Because it's not good to be at the murder scene forever, and it's not good to remain in the shocking shape of just the upper body.
"Junko, I'm sorry to bother you, but could you buy me some clothes and shoes? It's also cruel to let Liao Er go shopping for underwear, and if I go into the clothes store in this lower body slime outfit and say 'please pants', the clerk is going to graduate, and most importantly, it's too surreal, and it's going to scratch where the lower body slime woman is not wearing pants."
Slightly speaking in a true face. When the clerk's down, you don't get stuck.
"Mm-hmm. Okay. Let's make it short bread, just like me, so my clothes don't melt. So you can do thigh slime attacks or something."
"Oh, the boulder is Junko."
Two girls having a conversation of different dimensions.
"Don't worry, Junko, just go buy some clothes. And this place stands out, so let's move. When the police come, it's a hell of a mess."
As I said, I took off my jacket, wrapped around the lower part of my torso and carried it. This will catch my eye again, but it's better than leaving it here.
"You can move it down there, right?
I drop my eyes on a puffy, shivering red mass on an asphalt.
Um, surreal sight, but kind of funny.
"Yes, it can be operated remotely. It's funny how the body is divided into two parts because it's uncomfortable inside."
Don't be so cocky. Well, yes.