That was almost thirty years ago.
Richter wasn't even ten yet, but his memory of the day is well burned.
A family of four with parents and grandmother. That happy time I was rolling out to the shopping district of the big city and enjoying my holiday shopping. I remember very well.
Richter found a limited edition toy that he could not buy on the street, but it was useless even for his parents, so by screwing his grandmother, he bought the toy. It's what Richter's been after all this time, and I thought this day was a good opportunity. The joy and emotion of getting it can still be vividly remembered.
That moment when happy time was torn apart. Right after that. That time when heaven switched to hell. That strange feeling that the world was covered in darkness, as if it were midday but at night.
There's a lot of blood. Lots of screaming. It's the first time I've seen it, a face distorted by the fear of a large number of people. First time to see, runaway people. First time to see, lots of people rolling like dolls. It's the first time I've heard it, the sound of a gun that keeps ringing.
What the hell happened to this? What the hell is wrong with this? I didn't know then.
The sure reality is that my parents were bleeding and falling like dolls.
The beautiful mother remained a terrible face distorted by fear. It was as if my face had frozen as it was. Nearly thirty years later, it should be noted that that awful face is clearly burned in the back of the brain.
Until his father, the upper left half of his face was blown away and his brain was spilling on the ground. Nearly thirty years later, it should be noted that the brain spilled from the head of the crushed father is clearly burned in the back of his brain.
"Run... Sieg..."
My grandmother calls on Richter with a faint voice, but with desperate thoughts.
The back part of her grandmother's clothes, which fell into depression, was bright red. And there was more and more blood spilling out into the asphalt.
Young Richter and I couldn't possibly understand what that meant.
Richter wanted to stop her grandmother's blood somehow. But I couldn't. I didn't know how to do that. Call for help, but no one will help you. Everyone is screaming and running away confused.
Neither could he leave his grandmother and flee, and Richter prayed to God, holding her to her grandmother.
"God, help Grandma...... Bring your father and mother back to life..."
His house was a devout Christian family. Prayer was offered every day, but it was like a habit, and Richter couldn't really understand what prayer meant, but at that time he prayed desperately while finally understanding what prayer meant.
But I didn't get a prayer.
"Sieg... you have to live strong. Don't forget to pray...... God always sees..."
Grandmother's will, but Richter kept only half of it. I spit on the cross. I realized there was no such thing as God.
That day, a massive gang protest entailed as many as thirty-nine citizens, who lost their lives. The gangs said they were trying to escape enemy bullets by treating citizens as meat shields.
Richter, who kept his grandmother's will in half, was determined one day in front of his family's grave.
"Father, mother, grandmother, I swear. I will rid the world of those who killed us all. I'll do my best for it. Take vengeance."
Then Richter went through an extra bend, and although he became a fairly powerful starter, there was no vengeance. The gang that took the lives of their families in the wake of the war, because both had been devastated some time ago.
At least I thought the remnants of the party alone were sanctioned, but the former executives of the gang I finally found were living under family nursing after being blind. All of the wealth earned during the gang years, he said, has been donated to charity. Richter could never kill that former executive, who was also making money and revamping his wife.
"I don't care what you say about this in my position, but I think you should have chosen the path of protecting society from evil by becoming a police officer or a lawyer rather than walking the path of revenge"
The blind former gang executive told Richter, who lost his way down his swinging fist.
"The battle against those who erode society is to be the protector of society. It's more constructive than vengeance, and it's going to be a battle against the abominable who took what's important to them."
I understood his reasoning, but Richter was unacceptable as it was.
Richter himself had become the inhabitant behind it, so he could not return to the original world. My way of life as a doomsday shop was stained. Therefore, he lived in the back streets of Japan with a cause in his heart that he knew was impossible, such as the eradication of the backward society around the world.
After posting the contradiction of becoming the inhabitant behind the abomination, it took the cause of fantasy to maintain the balance of spirit to live.
But one day, the cause of the extermination of the backward society, which I thought was a fantasy, occurs that makes me wonder if it can be realized, not a fantasy.
By entering into a covenant with a parasitic creature named Arlaune, and by residing in his power, Richter began to interpret this as the servitude of God he once spit on, and to seriously aim to make the greatness of fantasy a reality.
"Bring in some guitar, you're willing to stay here forever"
When Richter visited Historical Pleasure's lab, Historical Pleasure spoke to Richter in a grumpy manner.
Richter has been staying in Grimmpenisville all these days. There are several reasons. I try to be in this building as much as possible because of the research material of Historical Pleasure, or because it would be troublesome if the body of his constituents were investigating his whereabouts because of the devastation of the organization to which he belonged.
"Yeah? I told you to stay the whole time because it's going to be research material before, that's what you said?
Seeing historical pleasures with different attitudes than before, Richter becomes a surprising face.
"I wonder if I'm in a bad mood today. Is something wrong?
(It's you. The guy who broke my mood)
Hearing Richter's purpose, Historical Pleasure was causing Richter to be disgusted.
Seeing that Historic Pleasure is grumpy, Richter silently leaves the lab behind and returns to the given private room.
(If you're at the bottom, just go up...?)
Richter was remembering his earlier conversation with Ip Mountain.
(In my case, it wasn't that simple. Whatever I did, I was empty. And I was lost. I can't even find a crawling cliff, even though it's crawling...)
Leaf Mountain's claim, spoken in public with no cowardice, is dazzling to Richter.
(Back)
Suddenly Riehydar spoke to Richter.
(Return to history and pleasure. Didn't you experiment?
I took a trip to the lab with that intention, and I thought I'd play it on my guitar, but Historical Pleasure was in an oblique mood, so I'm Richter who walked away without saying anything.
Riehydar was very active in Historical Pleasure's cooperation in Arlaune research. I looked at History Pleasure as a brilliant scientist and hoped that collaborating in her research would enable her to evolve more dramatically.
Weren't you the one who saw it? I don't know why, but she's in a bad mood tonight, and they won't do it properly)
When Richter told him, Riehydar shut up.
- That's why.
Van Damme informed the person on the phone about his previous history and what he had requested.
He just asked me to do it the other day. Make an offer directly to the eagle without going through the cucumber string screws. Yeah?
The laughing girl's bounced voice sounds from across the phone.
"I don't mind calling you directly. As far as I can tell, you're the best force I can count on, and I'm begging you."
"Heh heh, I'm glad to hear it. I don't feel bad about being asked, but I'm not in a position to serve as a family building block, and you have a lot of work to do. I'll keep Silco and Cenri on their way first."
It wasn't the best response, but for now, they took it on, so Van Damme made it good.