I want to erase everything that impairs my nerves. All that thought kept him alive.
Even if you go to a mental hospital, keep taking your medication, receive a counseling rig, and, to some extent, relieve your pain, it doesn't make your pain go away.
Why are the people who annoy me alive? The world is strange. It's crazy. How can anyone but me put up with this? How can you stand it? Do we need to endure this? All I'm putting up with is... I just don't like being caught breaking the law. Otherwise, this guy always...)
I cursed it in my heart every day. I hated it. I was killing in paranoia.
And now, delusions come true. I got the power to make it happen.
First thing in the morning. Where you can see the gate at home, he stands by. But I'm not stopping by my side of the house. That makes no sense.
And it came. Bald father with a can-can barking puppy with a deaf voice if he does it. And that guy always makes me shit in front of his house, and he doesn't even take it home.
The moment the dog shit, he lifted the dog shit with a mind-boggling dog and stuck it in the mouth of the bald owner.
"Huh!? Hmmm!?
I close my mouth with mindfulness and move my tongue and jaw hard to give my mouth plenty of flavor of dog shit. He then carried dog shit to the back of his throat, stuck it to his organs and tried to choke him to death, but it didn't work.
I had no choice but to put the dog and the owner together and throw it up high in the sky with precautionary power.
"Wow!
"Cancellation Campaign!"
Two screams. Two falling sounds. One and one like scattered dirt. He laughs at the pieces of it.
I fainted from the bottom of my heart. Dominated by a sense of almighty, it seemed as if the world had changed. I even felt like I was a god in this world. It felt like the ever cloudy mind, and the world without it, was filled with light once and for all. He felt deeply that this was the culmination of happiness.
"Hehe, we're gonna go gunning at this rate... uhihihihi..."
With the ability he got after the Life League raffle, he was going to kill those he didn't like from day to day and wanted to kill from one end to the other. The hungry ghost in the house whose music is loud next door, the boss who scolded himself for leaving the company, the lover who abandoned himself, and the store clerk with a bad convenience store attitude. I believed that if I killed them all, I would be happy.
Two days elapsed from the day when there was an assault on Baste if dust was also loaded.
There were three clearly reported incidents that were caused by the extraordinary force given to them at the Enjoyment Society. But this is only a matter of brightening up, and it seems that more people, in fact, are using superordinary powers criminally.
"Van Damme, are these the work of your Lord?
At the Grim Penis Japan Branch Building, Tyrone asks Van Dam as he watches the news. Historical pleasure is in the same room.
"Are you making a match pump to tailor the Enjoyment Party to evil - the question? No way. I don't imitate like Junko Yukioka."
That's what I say and shrugs my shoulders, Van Dam.
"Ladybugs to pawns - that doesn't mean anything. This can be taken for granted. We have gathered all those who possess supernatural powers indiscriminately. It's weirder to think that those who don't use it for evil purposes don't show up."
"They didn't take care of anything. I don't know... Gupiu."
"A fool who moves so flashly and stands out that it becomes a case would be the tip of the iceberg. I've seen many times as many people sneak around doing evil things so no one can understand them."
"Cuckoo. If you think of a reason why someone who wants power cheaply wants it. If it's revenge, if it's the accomplishment of an evil desire that's not normal, if it's not all of a kind -"
Van Damme and Historical Pleasure talk in a frightening mood.
"But from what I've heard from that Menkoro patriarch of the Enjoyment of Life, I wouldn't have wanted this form."
With a little pity, Tyrone said.
"I expected that, too. You deserved it. I'm going to laugh at you for being stupid... but you're too stupid to laugh."
"Tough hands."
Tyrone was frightened only by Historical Pleasure, who said with a frightened face.
(This guy is the typical type who is sweet on himself and tough on others.)
I'm talking to History Pleasure, and Tyrone thinks.
"So, you're going to use this too?
"I don't have a hand in not using it. They're deliberately giving us attack material from the enemy side. Of course there is a hand in lending it without using it as a story to accuse."
"I don't blame you, but on the contrary, I'll cover you, so you're pressing us to form an alliance with ourselves?
"Well... I guess I don't have that hand only this time. It's weak to use an alliance as an ingredient."
Asked by Tyrone, Van Damme laughs bitterly.
"While accusing an organization called the Life Enjoyment Club of being dangerous, it is better to have a route that preaches that it should be placed under the control of the Grim Penis. Of course it's up to you over there, but how's the public eye? It should twitch in time. Before that..."
So far, Van Damme spilled a mockery.
"Even if we don't do anything, that organization could collapse."
"Guppy. Right now, I'm pretty sure the religious group Life Enjoyment Club is in a bad state, but what's the basis for that? Is that what you do when you send people in?
"I didn't do anything to stir things up."
For the sake of historical pleasure, Van Damme waves the first time.
"So based on what?
Now Tyrone asks.
"Those of us at the Enjoyment Club are in a state where we all have the murder weapon. The new joiners are all those who come to want the murder weapon. If the Patriarch were to suppress those who possessed the murder weapon in the future, they might be able to help the Patriarch and his surroundings - and that came to mind."
"It's a bad development."
"I wish I could just make it that way."
Listening to Van Damme's predictions, Tyrone glances at his face, and Historical Pleasure urges him with a nagging laugh.
"It's better to draw a sketch of the ploy on time. There's still the possibility of a coordinated route, so you shouldn't be doing too much extra right now. Not now."
In response to Historical Pleasure's words, Van Damme said as he waved his index finger.
Gaye and Maye are becoming sensitive to the sound of being photographed. We have often been stolen from ourselves for a long time. Besides, they expose it online.
I also react to the sound of the photo at the coffee shop that day and follow back to the sound.
"Ah... do it"
A retarded looking outfit and facial woman who took a photograph of herself without permission meets Gaye and Maye and looks awkward.
"Ha ha."
With a distorted loving laugh, the woman waved toward Gaye and Maye. That wasn't an attempt to mislead me in an extended battle of affectionate laughter by waving beside me. I shook it tight and vertical. All I'm saying is don't stare at me.
"Wow, I've been staring. Kitz."
"Feeling snuck up on me by a monster? I'll see you on the night lane, Kowasau."
"Hey, don't stare at me forever. Just a little bit."
A woman and a young man, a man or woman who seems to be retarded, sitting in the same seat as a woman, whisper.
"Did you need a curse after all?
"Fine. Efforts to contain it are also important. You just have to grow up a little bit."
As Gaye says, Maye controls with a voice that lacks discouragement. But the limit of patience sounded critical.
"Ah... my true brother..."
The truth, sitting in the seat opposite the sisters, rises up and sees Midori smile as bitterly as he can and leak his voice quietly as he wishes, as he quickly headed to the seats of those who took the picture.
"Oh, my God!
A true fist flickered in the middle of the woman's face taking a truly vocal picture of her approaching.
"Eh...!
Hit the man who tried to scream something with his back fist, and the man blows up and falls.
I kicked the other woman's face left, too, and then came back to my seat, as if nothing really had happened.
"Too Much" "Curse Substitution"
Gaye and Maye mutter at the same time when they see a woman who is face-dipping and spraying blood.
"Small but too powerful"
"Weird power, though it wasn't modified"
"My true brother is instantaneous, but he's free to take off the limiter of potential and draw on the idiotic power of the fire."
"I see. Stay thankful"
Explained to Midori, the sisters were convinced and thanked.
"Is that the usual thing?
"Sort of." "I give up."
Ask truly, Gaye and Maye, who are darkened faces and speak out.
"I dealt with it with a curse before," "Now it's refreshing that the truth deals with it"
"Curse?"
"Actually... it's just a tease"
Gaye and Maye were witchcrafting to automatically curse those who had taken unauthorized photographs, but told the truth in front of Midori that they had been told by Masami to disarm them.
"The curse and the curse could have stayed that way."
Tell them what you truly thought.
"Ababa, you don't have to kill me, you don't have to let the high fever and hives come out for a while and suffer the curse or anything to that extent. Wow."
"Genius Appears"
"Let's do that next time"
Listening to Midori's proposal, the sisters fist their hands.
"True brother than that. Come on, that's what I said in front of my pure sister the other day. Talk about what to do with an array that sprays ricopy al laune into bacterial sizes. He said he had an idea, but do you really have one?
Change the subject, Midori asks.
"Actually, I was playing trio. Vote."
"It's bacteria, so I was wondering if I could make something about how to prevent bacteria"
Asae makes a tear, True suggests.
"What is it?" "Hand wash thoroughly."
"It's like flu vaccination."
"True brother, the flu is a virus. It's not like bacteria, and it's a substitute that mutates every year."
Gaye and Asae, True and Midori said respectively.
"I'm talking about how to prevent it in the first place, and it's about my real brother anyway, so you're going to do something about me, do something about Sister Gaye and Sister Asae, and you're going to shake me without saying anything specific ~?"
"I'm not gonna tell you that much."
Midori made fun of me and truly thought of myself with a flashing face in my head.