Play with Mad Scientists!

That's a country that was supposed to have been exposed to an endless war disaster.

Such a country, by the activity of a man, is about to end the battle. Listening to such a story, the boy looked into the country and took a leg.

"How old will the boy be?

The bearded Japanese of the guide asks with a loving smile as he drives the car.

"Thirteen."

"Sounds like you're brushing your arms a little... but it feels like a burning blade"

He is in the driver's seat, says the Japanese, who named him 400,000 eagle hiko, with a slight laugh.

"To see that guy...... I was going to brush my arms in the back street so I could cut through the danger zone by myself, but not enough yet?

boy asks. The boy is also Japanese.

"It's not enough at all. Yeah, it's better than nothing."

Said a small, glassy looking Japanese man who sat next to him in the back seat. His name was Amano Bow Man.

It was a shame for the boy to meet the Japanese in a distant exotic land. Besides, these two, he says, are armed soldiers and quite celebrities. Hate, the boy doesn't know much about it.

"I'm leaving peaceful Japan to come to such a dangerous country, and I thought it was too much of a situation to help you. This."

While listening to the bowman, the boy looks out the car. Outside there is a rocky desert. And there are tank wreckages rolling all over the place, and you can see bombarded housing trails, etc.

"Yeah. I really... I'm the one who wants to see you. I want to see you and tell you something. I just checked online, and I don't know what's inside. In the country before I came here, I finally figured out where that guy was. Now... I can finally meet him."

Talking, the boy was shaking his voice.

That's the story in six years.

(I don't mind dying. I have committed many sins. For myself - for the exploration and doing of my life, I have built up sacrifices. I have easily taken people's lives. So I don't resent anyone for being killed)

Trembling at the fear of death, she was ready.

(But this kid isn't. I don't want you to die in my convolutions. Something... Can't you do something about it?

In time of death, her head spins fast.

(woohoo...... I really want to live too)

Shivering in the fear of death, something can play.

What time is that?

The first time I saw that, something cold ran on my true spine.

That was not long before True came to the Snow Oka Institute.

A woman who volunteered for an experimental bench to Junko literally collapsed in front of her. The flesh on his face melted, his eyes poured out, his legs melted and he couldn't stand, and he drowned and made a meat all over the floor.

"That's it. Was it a failure?"

It is not just the sudden melting and death of a human being who lived to this day. Junko, Teng Himself, who created such a tragedy, smiled at it and looked at it with a bitter smile.

"What was wrong with you? I knew it had a dissolving effect on proteins, so I put enough inhibitors in it. Wasn't it enough? I wonder if there's anything else missing. But I was just checking this out to see if I could tell. Hmmm...... I was wondering if I could experiment with one more person."

Junko looks at the melted meat with a grunt about it. In fact, I wasn't just watching, I was activating the ability to analyze Analyze by Demographic Eyes, but I really didn't know that, and I don't care where I found out.

"Why... are you doing this..."

The truth asks with a trembling voice.

"That's because you're a Mad Scientist. The first time you die, you don't complain, because that's the kind of contract you get to use as a test bench."

"You don't think anything about killing people?

"By people, I wonder? You don't want to kill anyone you like, do you? I'll make it a relatively safe experiment for anyone who likes it. Someone who isn't is reasonably appropriate"

To the true question, Junko answers with a bright and gentle smile. Seeing yourself perceived by fear, anger and sadness with the eyes of a pure child further amplifies true negative emotions.

"We talked before we lived here, didn't we? Is this who I am? True, you're trying to change me like that, aren't you?

"I did...... you know..."

I know that, but the shock was huge when Junko had to look at the fact that he let people die. I needed to desperately indulge in crying.

"You know, truly yours..."

"I don't want to hear it"

True turned his back on Junko, and truly blocked Junko's words when he tried to speak something. I felt like I didn't want to hear anything. Something felt like it was going to burst. It was in that critical state. If Junko said anything not to be nice, it would either burst completely or an irreparable crack was going to form in him.

But at this time, the truth has always wondered what Junko was going to say.

Inside the Ming Hour Shrine Hall.

Courage has made this place our home. There is nothing to blame. This has long been a place where monsters live or are said to be inhabited by sorcerers, etc., and shrine officials do not try to interfere, even though they know courage resides.

Ringtones have also spent most of their time with courage since sometime. I live with courage. Futons, life products, changing clothes, and proper bell tones.

"Again, this guy slept without saying no to me... I mean, did you sleep again while you were online"

Courage, playing the game by herself, shrugged in awkwardness when she saw the ringtone sleeping in an intermediate-like outfit between lying down and lying down. Confectionery bags are scattered around.

"You've got a cold...... If I wake up, I'll be punished."

Blurring, Courage pulls the futon out of the break-in and tries to put it over the ringtone.

The movement stops unexpectedly.

I accidentally took a serious look at the long, stretched, well-shaped bare feet of the bell tone, the belly and hem peeking through the raised hem, the puffiness of the chest clearly visible over the thin fabric clothes, etc.

Faster palpitations. My face gets hot. Courage is also a boy of his age, so lust is normal. And...

Nausea crept up, courage lowered the futon and headed to the kitchen with his hands on his mouth.

Stick your face in the sink. I'm desperate, but it's for what if. I opened my mouth and breathed rough, but I didn't have to vomit. I have sweat all over my body.

"Shit...... you horny bitch...... Every time I get older, I get horny... Why do women get horny when they grow up? Even my chest wasn't so bloated back in the day..."

Bravery fussed over the ringtone as he spoke to himself in an abomination.

At that time, I realized courage. That the holographic display was still projected at the end of the ringtone.

(What kind of site was this guy looking at?

Courage pinches the screen with his toes and cleverly flies to his own sight.

"All about bondage! Inherited from the Edo period, I'll teach you how to be prodigal!

I just saw the logo on the site front page, decided I didn't see the courage and turned off the display.

"Yu... Ki..."

At that time, the courage is daunting because the ringtone has called my name.

Turn to the ringtone, but there is no change.

(Are you watching my dreams on your own again? I guess it's not a horny dream. Either way, you'll be punished later)

This isn't the first time I've been called a name when I'm asleep, but timing was a problem. So I got a little upset with the courage, but it upset me and I was no longer doing it.

That's the story now.