Harry finishes his tour of town and returns to the stage in front of the castle.
When you try to escape out of town, dogs and cats attack you. The fact has come to light, and neither the guests nor the residents of Zunfantasy City will try to go outside.
While traveling, Harry thinks a lot.
(I kept running. I've challenged everything. I felt that I was using my life. I kept fighting the world)
Various memories come back in Harry. I'm not happy with everything, but I'm generally satisfied.
(I was splitting garbage in that garbage pile, it was me when I was a kid. What do you say? This is all I've ever lived for. I crawled up and did what I wanted. Me, the shitty hungry ghost in the garbage heap, all your moaning and anger, it helped me after that)
There's still a self in Harry messing with garbage at the garbage collection center. No, maybe that's still Harry himself.
I forgot if it was news or a magazine, but Harry has seen it. In a survey of old people, they asked what they regretted looking back on their lives, and 70% said they didn't challenge them.
It's a stupid story. Most people don't even find that challenge in the first place. Even if, of course, they are found, most humans do not take courageous steps in search of peace. And that's nothing wrong, Harry thinks, conscious of the story his grandfather once told.
In the end everyone lives to the best of their ability, as they wish. Escaping from an unfortunate or unhappy environment can be considered one challenge. But I'm not going to step out of my mind. At the end of the damage account, he immerses himself in compromise, patience, difficulty and tranquillity, in which he finds his happiness. Harry feels right about it, and he never looks down. I don't immerse myself in superiority compared to others.
Harry took courage, took a step out of his mind, and didn't challenge him. I just couldn't think of anything else. I am not aware that I have made a choice. There is no loss account either. I just acted like I wanted to. I just slapped my wrath on this world.
The concert is almost over. The fans in front of us right now must be the ones who don't spare their lives. Harry concludes that that is the case, because those who spare their lives should have already left.
Harry knows that Historical Happiness made it difficult for dogs and cats to attack him when he tried to get out of town. But knowingly, he was obsessed with such an interpretation.
"Are you sure you want to die with me?
Harry confirms his good mood.
Some respond with cheer, but many are openly the face of anxiety.
'Well, that's fine. Then it's the second half of the concert, too. I'll fly you to the end of the day.'
But Harry didn't see the latter's reaction or anything. It wasn't in my eyes. I was only listening to the cheer on my own.
(Harry's old man, you're too drunk for yourself...)
Seeing the customer's reaction and Harry progressing on his own, Kehiko was heartbroken.
(Are you sure this is okay? I don't mind this old man dying, but involving tens of thousands of people here and all... overlooking that...)
Kahiko wonders violently. No, I'm already lost.
(I can stop that, too. Then... ruin your job. But shouldn't we stop? But......)
If I disobey Harry here, who I am my client, Plutonium Dundee's reputation will surely fall apart. The balance in Kehiko is a subtle place to add to his righteousness and tens of thousands of lives, whether or not he will be heavier than his companions.
Eventually, the concert proceeded to encore and the song of the last was over.
(Done...... That's it all)
Keep the mic, Harry, feeling innumerable.
To Harry, who remained nagging for a while, the audience now forgot about what was in their hearts and so on, and kept cheering. The anxiety of death also overwhelmed Harry's impending song and performance, pushing him away somewhere.
(I gave you everything I have. After that... the finish. This is the moment to make a true legend)
Harry looked up and laughed and looked over at the audience.
"Come on, it's time to wait."
Harry takes out his pistol.
"I'll..."
Harry was going to explain the flow of mass suicide after this. I'm handing out guns, so I can shoot myself, and I can shoot around. When I died, I was going to urge everyone to do a death festival to signal it. But...
"Kabadi!"
Kabadyman flew out the back and took Harry's gun.
"Kabadi, Kabadi!
He then alternately pointed to Harry and his guests, shook his head to the side violently, and then threw the gun away at a distance.
Most people understood what that action meant. What could Kabadyman be complaining about?
To the sudden events, the special venue in front of the castle, wrapped in so much enthusiasm and excitement, quiets back like it hit the water. Harry is also agitated and stiff.
"Kabadee!"
Gahadeeman wins with his hands up there for some reason.
"Hey... what are you going to do"
Harry's stiffness unravels and stares at Kabadyman.
"No, I am... Kabadyman is right. We should have done it sooner."
As Kahiko, who blew out his stray, squealed with force, expanding his black hand and capturing Harry, he quickly dragged him inside the subspace tunnel.
The venue becomes noisy at the sudden and strange events on stage: the disappearance of Harry.
Kabadyman walks on stage and stands in front of the microphone.
The fans pay attention to the behavior of a man who suddenly stopped Harry from committing suicide, who just thought he was a staff member.
With his gaze on his attention, Kabadyman breathed heavily before turning to Mike......
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Kehiko pulls Mike out of Kabadyman because he seems to keep going forever if I leave him alone.
'You guys are just being temporarily enthusiastic. Can we just die of that momentum? Is that such a cheap life? For example, can you be willing to die now that you've been told to die long enough? Can you feel like dying without Harry's head? Let's just get danced and let the momentum throw it down to life. It's ridiculous. "
When he threw up at the microphone, Kehiko stretched out two black hands and wrapped them around himself and Kabadyman's body, dragging them all at once into the subspace tunnel. As a result, he quickly retreated because he was in danger of being shot from both the passenger seat and behind the stage.
"Ghupi! What are they doing? It's ruined in the most important place here.
"Kehiko, it's Nice."
"Yay, if I see Brother Kehiko later, I'll praise him."
Historical pleasure, who was watching the concert on the display, changed his blood phase and called, and tired smiled satisfactorily and nodded, Midori showing her teeth slightly and laughing.
"It's not nice at all, and I don't know why it's nice! What the hell did those guys not care and betrayed you? - Huh!?
"Hmm, you're seriously sick that you don't understand that?"
"In a way, he sounds more like a Mad Scientist than Junko."
Midori and Tired say to Historical Pleasure screaming in a golden voice.
"Fumi-chan and Tired. I heard you and Midori, can I come in?
There was a voice of Junko from outside the lab door.
"Which way, which way. It's too late. Gruppy."
Shi Yue urged, Junko opened the door with mindfulness and entered the room.
Seeing Junko come into the room with a true princess in her arms, Shi Yuan rounds her eyes and opens her pompous mouth, while Tired begins to give out a sinister aura that is also close to murderous.
"Damn, they did it, so it's awesome. I'll take care of it."
Tired rushes over and tries to pull the truth away from Junko.
"No, I already did."
Junko doesn't give in, either, smiling bitterly.
"Really...... I'll rephrase it. I'll take care of it."
Tired keeps pulling his true arm. Truth is looking up to the ceiling with dead fish eyes.
"Yea, let those who let go be real parents. Wow."
"Junko, was that your boyfriend after all?
Midori turns brown and Historical Pleasure asks half-eyed.
"No... I don't think so..."
"No, sir."
While Junko can swim his eyes, I assure him with a tired and dangerous voice.
"As it were, well no... Shh, get back on your mind, let's go with the last offering. Guppy, guppy, guppy."
"Wait a minute. It's just Fumi-chan. That's not fair, and I need to show you my mouse."
Junko waited for Historical Pleasure to proceed unilaterally.
"I was wondering if Snow Oka brought a mouse in the first place."
"You have dreams."
"It means the mouse you want to experiment with."
True, tired, Junko says each.
"You just have to show me my mouse. I don't have to look at Junko's mouse. Look what I made, Junko. And let me give you some advice. So, if there's anything wrong, Junko wants it all fixed. Gupiu."
A cold gaze is poured into the historical pleasure of mouthing unsolicited and extreme claims without cowardice.
"Is this guy crazy? You're too self-absorbed."
"True brother, that sounds like a compliment."
"Wha-ha-ha, say anything. I don't want the princess holding me."
True, Midori and Historical Pleasure say respectively.
"I haven't seen her lately, but Fumi-chan hasn't cared because she's been like this for a long time."
Junko was Junko, and some of the things he got from it, so there was also the aspect that he was dating.
"If I know, don't say it's unfair or something imitative. Hey, it's time."
Historical pleasure turns to the back of the lab and speaks up.
A lid of one of the capsules lying countless times in the back opens and a full-body humanoid emerges from the inside.
I have smooth skin all over my body, but my body color is loess, no eyes, no mouth, no nose, no ears. Somehow reminiscent of Blue Nite from the Snow Oka Institute. The forehead is marked with a red reverse triangle.
"This is..."
His tired complexion changed and he raised an evil voice. Other than historical pleasure, only tiredness recognized its existence.
"Tired, do you know?
Junko asks, tired of staring at the anomaly in front of him.
"I am familiar with and related to people. This is a fox... No, it's a doppelgenger."