At that time, all seven of them who were in Mount Gambling wanted to dwell in Arlaune.
"I need more hosts in Arlaune. That's what I want."
The purpose of meeting with aliens was considerable. It's finally happening. But I couldn't touch alien civilization. Instead I could touch the anomaly.
Then the next hope swelled up in Starichiro.
"That's what we want, too. But you get more... I can't do it on a boulder. As of now, it can only be me, the original me, or the technicians who brought up the copy. What they make is a copy without intelligence."
Arlaune said with a slightly surprised look, looking at Starichiro.
"For example... right. If the genetics of the second generation of Arlaune, which the researchers were trying to do, materialize, we might be able to increase them."
"What, that?
Kasahara asks.
"When I was working with human scientists at the lab, there was also research to create a second generation that would allow hosts who parasitized Arlaune to have children and take over the properties of Arlaune. Everything failed, though."
Arlaune replied with a smile.
"Can I ask why you want that?
To Arlaune's question, Starichiro hesitated. On this occasion - it's a little embarrassing to talk in front of everyone.
But he was prepared, and in a tone that did not precipitate, Xingichiro spoke.
"I hate society today. And I'm sure there are plenty of similar people out there. A person who doesn't like reality and is fleeing into delusions. They're all like my comrades. 'Cause I take it personally. So I want to empower them on one end and make them special."
Some of those who heard what Starichiro wanted and were on the spot were getting hot in the chest. Kasahara, on the other hand, has a blatantly sinister face.
"Arlaune goes well with a highly paranoid person. It is a strong desire, desire, imagination and delusion that brings evolution to the organism itself. We need the strength of a strong will. Nice place to look, you are."
Praised by Arlaune, Starichiro feels better.
"And you feel a particularly strong imagination. You will gain considerable strength."
Afterwards, he was told so with certainty, that Starichiro had never learned more about chest moments. It was recognized by the coveted aliens and even covered their talents. There's no way I'm not happy.
When Shinichiro stares at Kasahara, he looks blatantly uninteresting. Seeing it, Xingichiro laughs as if she had won.
Kasahara said something. I did, but I turned that way with a face like I chewed up a bitter bug. I think Starichiro would have liked to preach for the elderly again anyway.
If mass production of Arlaune is impossible, Starichiro has already decided what power to gain. In the paranoid notes I wrote as a child, it is noted.
Starichiro arrived most late in the conference room he rented to the hotel.
"It's late. We've already started discussing it."
Kasahara cautions against irritation. But Starichiro flatly ignores it.
Looking indoors, more than twenty men and women are sitting against a long table. Some faces I've known for a long time in alien UFO hobby group relationships, others I've known since I became the host of Arlaune, and some I've never seen before.
An old Gyoro-eyed man in a worn monk coat in the front seat and a poorly resembled middle-aged man with one eye whose face is half occupied by a large scar. These two were those whom Xingichiro knew after his contract with Arulane, but because of their conspicuous appearance, he immediately remembered.
These two are at a glance in this population, not only because of their appearance, but also because of the considerable strength of the abilities gained by Arlaune, which have killed many hosts and taken copies.
"That's why the Medicine Buddha City still couldn't even put in the treat it just came to. And I'm not alone. One was murdered by three men, and they fled for their lives."
"Hey, come on, don't talk to me on your own. I didn't run away scared, I didn't run away because I was about to lose. I had no choice but to escape because the police were here."
Listening to Kasahara, Starichiro insisted with her mouth pinched in a grumpy manner.
"Cuckoo, but the police scared me, and you didn't think so."
The old monk - the electrified courtyard gradually purified Sai.
"So if you were the same situ as me, would you have been caught by the police in a big way? He's a boulder boy."
Kakaka, they took one.
In return for Xingichiro, Jinjingsai slaps and laughs at his forehead.
"Don't block me on the way."
"Then stop expressing yourself that makes me want to block it"
To Kasahara, who looked carefree and cautioned, Xingichiro said with a laugh, tugging the pipe chair away from the table, lowering his back.
"You wouldn't have to emphasize the lack of coordination. Totally..."
Blurry on the tannic side, Kasahara continues the conversation.
"So, the copy hosts in Euthanasia are also showing their self-defense schemes when they realize that they are being hunted, and they start to hide themselves or hang out with some people, making it harder to collect the reproductions than ever before. This one also refrains from acting alone, so that when you raid, you two or more will come. Report it as soon as you find a copy host. Of course, it's the same deal with wild copy hosts."
(I wish it was more versus more, but two versus one or something like that is dull or heartbreaking...... But if you mouth this, you'll look disgusted again)
Listening to Kasahara, Starichiro sneaks a sigh of sigh.
"And a man named Suzuki, who was killed yesterday, called me before he was killed and gave me valuable information. I found Arlaune's second-generation son, his parents and a dolphin."
"What is a dolphin..."
Listening to Kasahara, Sa Chest, next to Jingsai, penetrates.
"I don't know. Then he found out he was hiding and was killed by a detective in the back street division of the euthanasia police station with Arlaune"
"Backstreet Division doesn't taste good. Kill those who consider themselves criminals without question. Better not give a hand."
Sa Chest, a resident of the back street, warns.
"But from Al-Rawneh Original, it has been agreed to ensure that the child is also secured. I don't know if the police are always there."
and Kasahara.
"How old is the kid?
Starichiro asks.
"You don't know that much..."
I couldn't afford to hear the details. They haven't even delivered the footage. Kasahara only knows where he is.
"How much is Arlaune's order, so don't kill even the children."
Starichiro told me to take control of the front desk.
"You're a kid too. I didn't say I'd kill you for it. We've got plenty of innocent people in our hands."
"You're guilty, aren't you? They made a suspicious deal with Mad Scientists."
"Is that what you're doing, paralyzing your conscience so you don't bother to look at dirty things?
"If you decide you don't want to kill someone, you'll still stop killing them. That's why I don't even want to kill my kids."
"How long are we going to be talking barren about this? Go ahead."
Kasahara and Xingichiro split Jingjingsai into words.
"Anyway, the original means I'm intrigued by the second generation. They don't inherit Arlaune from Arlaune's host, even if he has a child."
Fu, Xingichiro remembered when he met Arlaune. I had heard the story from Arlaune herself then.
Arlaune can make more copies of himself. If it is possible to have a reliable inheritance among humans, I also dream that it can be overflowed with humans who have hosted Arlaune all over the world.
That's what Starichiro wants. A chaotic world where no one and he have superordinary powers. Then I'm sure Starichiro believed that this boring reality society would also break the bee.
(But I still don't accept children... I can't help it because I can't emotionally)
I could have killed him because he was the bad guy I've been killing, and because I've told myself so little about the other guy. In fact, there were some bad guys, so I can assume the idea wasn't wrong. But if the other person finds out he's obviously weak or good, he can't get his hands on it.
"Tsk, you..."
"I refuse. Let me do it to a piece of junk that I can't even imagine taking a child."
Kasahara wanted to nominate him by name, but before I said it, he said no in a strong tone.
"That's why you said you should be a little more careful. You don't think there's anything you can do to make me feel uncomfortable with my surroundings, even though I have some prickly language?
"Ugh..."
Unlike the usual Kasahara, Starichiro remembers how bad the bat is when he is told to use his eyebrows as a letter to plead.
"I'm sorry. But I still don't like it."
"Okay, sweetheart."
Kasahara sighed several times today as she wondered how many times the hell she would be caught sighing when this guy came.
In the evening, when Xingichiro returned home, his father's Tsukiquan sect, "Hakenji," frowned.
There is no blood connection between Kwon Soo and Kwon Soo, but since he has already been a father from the point of mind, Xingichiro treats him as a father without realizing that, and Kwon Soo as a son.
"There's been another night out lately."
"You were early today. I can't help but follow UFOs."
To my father, who says with a nuance that I'm not very impressed, Starichiro smiles and returns a light answer. The patriarchal sect also knew his son's full of alien UFO maniacs.
It used to be that Xingichiro stopped going to school, denied without a headache that he was feverish about his strange hobbies, and was scattered among parents and children. But at one point in time, Kwon Zong showed understanding of what his son was doing without scolding Xingichiro. From then on, we had no quarrel, we had a normal conversation, and we could laugh.
"This is the Dark City of Euthanasia. It's dangerous at night, so be really careful. If you hear guns, immediately dive into the shadows. You can't run and run."
"I know. If you're in Euthanasia City, you'll learn from kindergarten."
"You're lying about something..."
Starichiro's heart hung wide for a moment in his pompous and spilled father's words.
"Fair enough. Put your foot on a dangerous path..."
"What's going on?
Starichiro is surprised because his father turned pale in the middle of his words.
"Hey... I just remembered. About my brother..."
Kwon Soong said with a sad look on his face.
It was due to the disappearance of my uncle that my father showed Xingichiro his understanding and stopped telling him anyway no matter what he did. Xingichiro's uncle was a pulling nit over his forties and a super freak who insisted on himself being a little girl. She was also a child girl in a moronic tone when she spoke, and was an immeasurably creepy person.
Therefore, he was also a nose knob from his parent brothers and relatives, but at one point he said, 'I'm sorry for all the inconvenience. Goodbye,' he left a letter and evaporated.
I have also met Shinichiro several times. Sure, creepy, but Starichiro couldn't hate about his uncle. Rather, I even had a fondness. It's creepy to death, and he's a sociopath, but he's definitely not a bad person. On the contrary, he was a very gentle person with a calming personality just to be on his side.
"Since I was gone... I regretted it. I remembered that he was a very sweet man. He was always bright and nice to me when I was a kid, and he played a lot, and when I was little, I remembered that I loved my brother when he was gone."
Out of that regret and sadness, Kwon Sok changed his attitude towards Xingichiro.
"I thought I was a good man from the beginning about your uncle."
Words spoken with the meaning of encouraging my father, but that was also the heart of Starichiro.
"I was pulling, but in case I started, I went outside. I'm sure your uncle will be happy somewhere."
"Oh, I want to believe that...... hehe, you're starting to say that too"
To Xingichiro smiling refreshingly, Kuanzong also spilled a natural smile.