Jun-san always wanted to scatter as much tragedy as possible in the world.
Many of the people who live in society do not look like themselves. Only like a inferior bug, in the eyes. And he's waving human rights by pretending to be a person at the minute of a bug. We believe that we are at the heart of the world. From the eyes of Joon-san, this will appear uninterrupted and disastrous.
That's why I started using magic to kill people. Society is indisputably evil to me. The existence of oneself is also evil in society. They are incompatible enemies. I can't help but enjoy seeing their sad faces when they and their bodies are killed in front of them. My chest soothes.
Previously, I imitated Shirley, my mentor, and he snuck up on me like I couldn't, but honestly, it wasn't enough. What Jun-san wanted to do was mass murder on a larger scale.
Jun-san is enlightened. Murderers like myself, trying to use witchcraft to sneak around or flashy, say they can never live long.
Said to be the worst serial killer of all time, Taniguchi Luran, a terrorist and murderer sorcerer Jeffrey Allen Ruran, and a large number of other serial killers (serial killers) disappeared. Mutsuki, who turned out to be the killer of the sweeping vacation and the identity of the Yakuza Ripper, still seems alive, but he buys a lot of grudges and sees that it won't be that long.
Jun-san sees herself as one of their kind. He thinks he's the owner of the same heart.
They disappeared as they wished. I took over that heart myself. I'm sure I can't live long either. But even if he decays, someone will inherit his heart. I believe so.
There is a narrative grass that likens life to fireworks and is fat and short, but I think that is who I really am. In this short life, with just one life, I want to explode and slaughter as many lives as possible.
Toshizo was once in the same complex in Devil, and was impressed by the idea of a magician named Nisuke Yamagata. He was the owner of a sadistic sexuality similar to his own, he had a fondness for Yamagatasuke, and Yamagatasuke glanced at Toshizo.
Yamaki Noisuke was an unusual person who became close to people with common tastes and preferences, while keeping some distance from each other. As a result, Joon-san also became acquainted for a while before becoming alienated, but by the time it came to that, he was quite pummeled in his own stomach.
'I guess the Lord won't be able to live long. No, even if you live long, that can only be an unfortunate life. That's the kind of sex. I'm sure it'll explode somewhere and launch. Bite the condensed happiness of a lifetime in that short time, and finish it.'
Yamaki Noisuke said so with a long finger clasp. His dialogue at that time was engraved in Jun-san and made him aware of every occurrence.
"It would be nice to keep killing them fine while they live longer, but it feels better to do it this way. You should have blown it out sooner."
Inside the gymnasium at Euthanasia Thirty-eighth Elementary School, he looks over the floor from the top of the stage, and Jun-san mutters satisfactorily.
At the center of the floor, the children nod at each other. Hundreds of children are densely packed in rectangular forms. Many of them are frightened faces that are still going to cry. Or some people are confused because they have no sense of reality.
Blood was scattered everywhere and the remains of children and teachers lay on the surrounding floor, which was densely packed with children in rectangles.
Some have their necks amputated, children and teachers killed in various ways, including those scattered with guts, those naked and rotting all over their bodies, and those spitting large amounts of blood from their mouths and no other trauma.
Looking at the sight, Jun-san has a cool grin. A cold feeling that fills the mind. Immerse yourself in a unique sense of comfort after killing a person.
I always feel when I kill people, the top, the achievement, the satisfaction, the almighty. That's not hot and exciting, it's chilling comfort. It feels like a soul touching an ice sheet and hiccups.
"Well, next time -"
"Please don't do this anymore!
One of the two remaining teachers cried out.
"Inhuman! Killing these kids flat out, I don't know what to think!
The other teacher cries and screams with anger.
"Yeah, there's nothing I don't think about. That's a lot of fun. Yeah, if you're asking if you don't feel guilty, apparently you don't think anything about it, do you? Even children are pests."
Shush your shoulders and answer softly, Jun-san.
I can't help but think that the majority of humans around the world are the same species as myself, etc. I can only recognize you like a bug.
"I have a little bit of a conscience blame, too, and I wonder if I have the feeling that my heart hurts, so I tried it, but I don't feel anything. From you guys, yeah... I'm like a flawed person. Or maybe I'm the only one who's normal and you're all flawed as people."
Jun-san talks to the void, not looking at the teachers.
"I'm full of material for this, and during my free wait, I'm just letting you use it as effectively as possible as a sacrifice or catalyst for sorcery rituals, but what's wrong with that? I didn't waste your lives. [M] I'm being used to my satisfaction."
"Please! Please don't do this anymore! If you want to kill me, kill me first!
He was a pleading teacher, but Jun-san let a gentle smile stick and waved slowly and for the first time.
"I won't stop, will I? Why should I stop? I mean, why would a teacher want to die first? Kids who are still very much the same as beasts have lighter lives than adults, don't they? At the dead end of the day, all parents have to do is work hard to make a new one. I think the life of an adult teacher is much heavier. Think logically, even as a social value. emotionally."
Upon hearing Jun-san's dialogue, the two teachers learned to chill. Because I understood that it was not a dialogue that I vomited in a bad way, but a dialogue that Joon-san had spoken of seriously because she thought so.
"Ready to enter, ready"
One of the crew members will report to the mobile team captain.
Already the sun sets, and around Euthanasia Thirty-eighth Elementary School, manoeuvre crews wearing gas masks in preparation for tear gas bombs surround them without gaps.
As for the situation, some of the children managed to escape from the inside, but the majority were gathered in the gymnasium and their standing continued. The large number of killers, the hassle of flying ultra-small drones to grasp the situation, and even the time elapsed to assemble the break-in operation.
But now that it's night, it's a good time to infiltrate the stand-up criminals unnoticed for dark minutes.
"Each of the sniper squads is in position."
Whether at night, and over the curtain, it is detectable and snipeable with thermal sensors. The sensors are sending data to the sniper squad via a drone that flew on campus.
"The order above tells me not to just surround and do anything now. There will be sacrifices here, so don't go in..."
"What do you mean? I'm finally ready."
To the captain who tells him in tandem, the crew eats.
"So it's an order up there. I want to know what you mean. I've been told that there's no point in putting in special forces or someone who makes sacrifices if they're not special forces."
The truth is, I've already heard the name of the Special Forces, but he was the captain I wouldn't tell my men.
"Is it SAT? Can I go home now?"
"Don't be unfaithful. We have to stay here as a decoration to prove that public servants are working. And we can handle it properly. Aside from helping."
A middle-aged motorist who turns to his sarcastic men and returns sarcasm abominably.
"Even the captain is corrupt, isn't he?"
"Ma 'a..."
At the time the captain exhaled heavily at the men he pointed out, he noticed that there were people trying to push the cops inside.
"You're not telling the story? We're the Homicide Club plus Alpha. Didn't you tell him you were in charge?
Sharp Ichi speaks up as they stop the cops.
"Did you wear it... Let him through."
In reaction to the name of the murder club, the captain orders his men.
"Or Ryujiro at noon. So do you, but you seem too prestigious to name the secret service"
"There's no choice this time. The person in charge here seems to have a name, so I can't tell him until I give him a name."
Yu and Sharp Ichi each say, walking to the front of the captain.
"All these kids... special forces? It's like a lanobe or a game."
"It's a lot more useful than you guys because you've been in action and killed people before"
Sharp Ichi tells the policeman of things he made a fool of himself with a chilled voice.
"Akiichi, you don't have to be angry."
"Totally."
I agree with Ryuji as if Ryujiro had stunned him and good governance had stunned him.
"Is it great to kill people?"
"Don't you, too."
The captain scolded the blur.
"I heard at rumor level that the murder club had been incorporated into a government controlled secret service, but I didn't know it was true."
I said when I saw the sharp one with the captain in the lead. I had seen the other three and decided he seemed to be the leader.
"There's been a lot of people talking in different places, and it's leaking information."
Ryujiro laughs.
"What?"
"Mm..."
At that time, strangely the first thing I noticed was good governance, which was sensitive to the captain who was looking at a line of manoeuvres and to the signs that the magician but therefore the supernormal powers worked.
The line of manoeuvres breaks naturally. It's as if you've been pushed over by an invisible force. Then a girl walks toward this side of the aisle, broken to the left and right.
"It's not a crop..."
Looking at the girl's head, a motorist with a lot of extra remarks muttered.
"Oh, hey, were you quick?"
"Sounds like it."
Seeing a beautiful two-headed girl coming this way, Ryujiro smiled invincibly, and Akiichi and Yoshiji faced nervously.