Sekai ga Death Game ni Natta no de Tanoshii desu

The sight of Syndicate leaving the equipment room was a tremendous thing.

A dragon with a huge hole in its chest is rotting all over its body, and around it, a human being with scales of the same color as the dragon utters some unspoken voice.

Everyone, including dragons, wears collars and handcuffs but does that make sense?

Everyone is moving, but it doesn't feel the will to move.

I just have feelings.

Painful, painful, I want to die...

An emotion of despair, far from aspirational, unrelated to escape.

"... Gu!

To the smell and its emotional runoff, Syndicate almost throws up unexpectedly.

I had a few spits and felt that I had managed to put up with spitting but consumed some spirit greatly.

What came into the consumed part was strong anger.

"... were you even doing this?"

At the same time, Syndicate wonders how monsters like dragons could have been made.

Finished product.

At the end of this failed experiment, it's a finished product.

I stood on top of this countless failures. It's a standing piece.

I originally understood that monsters were people, but I didn't imagine they were made on top of so many sacrifices.

"... damn"

Calling the fairies, Syndicate gives instructions.

"Beris and Gress will explore this school and find me a girl with a Yakuma and an earlier dragon. Oles went to the security room to secure the security cameras. If you can't seem to operate, you can destroy it."

The fairies given instructions fly away.

Then again, Syndicate saw the tragedy of this gym.

"... Well, what shall I do"

With that said, Syndicate approaches the scaly person if you stay closest.

Judging by the outfit and the length of her hair, she's probably about the same age as Syndicate.

That's all I have to judge.

The face, the body, the scales grow ugly as if they were warts, and the expression is very far from a person's sole.

The way he's spitting and screaming, all he can say is a monster.

"... sorry"

Syndicate knew that she couldn't do anything to anyone in this condition.

After a small crush, Syndicate quietly left the girl.

Then, Syndicate raises her gaze.

What I looked up at was the giant dragon figure at the heart of this gym.

He is forced to raise his face by a collar that is connected, but his eyes are closed, and there is a hole in the center of his body where one car is likely to be put in spare.

Whatever you think, rotten corpse.

But I can hear my breath leaking.

The Dead Ghost Horn is not growing.

He's alive. Even like this.

"... Isoya said that the dragon that Gaomaro defeated was you... Hmm?

Syndicate looked familiar to that rotten dragon whose scales fell from the bottoms and body fluids.

"You met me near the apartment then..."

Did you notice Syndicate's voice?

The dragon opened its eyes.

"... Drowuoo"

The dragon is weak and speaks out.

Slowly the dragon moves his crippled face and captures Syndicate into its sight.

"... go to sleep. Gaomaro... I'll take him down."

At that time, I felt the dragon's mouth angle only slightly up.

"D...... lah!

The dragon shakes his head gently.

Something fell out of the dragon's mouth and pierced it in front of Syndicate's eyes.

That's a dragon fang.

Unlike its rotten body, the fangs remain as radiant and sharp as a polished Japanese knife.

"... you mean you can use it?

Syndicate picks up that fang.

"Thanks. It's going to help."

The dragon closes his eyes satisfactorily when he sees Syndicate receive his fangs.

"... try harder"

Syndicate laid her hands on the dragon's body as she felt the Bellis and the others return.

"... you did your best"

The man's voice echoes in the burnt room.

"But you said it, didn't you? yourself. Dragons are vulnerable to dragons. Sure it is. I think so too. Dragons are vulnerable to dragons… maybe the animals that kill humans the most are the same as humans. I'll kill the mosquitoes too, but that one's sick. Physically, killing is a smash and a person. People kill people. I guess a creature of the same species can kill that creature the most. Close, even more familiar. A lot. But that's why. If dragons are vulnerable to dragons... naturally they will"

The man... the man with glasses on.

Yakuma keeps talking, shaking with Yurayura.

Looking down at the collapsed syndicate.

"If we can kill each other, on the same terms, stronger is decided to win. Hiroka was originally a female elementary school student, but she is stronger than the adult men around there. Plus, adults couldn't stand my experiments. I have strong physical and mental abilities."

Yakuma's place is on the edge of the room. Only that area is not burning.

Syndicate is on the other end of it, with Hiroka standing in the center of the two.

Hiroka's clothes are worn out and stained with blood everywhere, but I don't see any injuries.

But Syndicate's left arm is bent at a weird angle and his whole body is dirty and down with his own blood.

full creation. Obviously Syndicate had lost.

"In addition, Hiroka's body is specially made by me. From what I've seen, it looks like you've got the same abilities as the dragons in the gym in some way... but Hiroka is enhanced using various demonic materials in addition to that. There's no way you can win."

But.

and Yakuma spreads his hand.

"I commend Hiroka, the guardian of Happiness created by me, for being able to fight this far. What do you say we join them? Let's recommend it to Gaomaro from me. I know it's not Gaomaro's taste, but I think it's okay to have as many strong guys as you can use it."

Because 'Happiness' material is easy to obtain, says Yakuma.

Syndicate wakes up slowly listening to such a yakuma.

"... fellow? When you're one of us, you got something? For example... those kids up there let me go, or something."

To Syndicate's question, Yakuma puts her neck up.

"There can't be, can there? Such a thing."

At the same time as Yakuma's answer, Hiroka suddenly moves out and grabs Syndicate's neck as she was about to stand up.

"Gu!?

"Don't get me wrong, okay? You've lost to me. You've got nothing. 0, minus,"

Strength goes into the arms of Critical and Hiroka.

"Oh... that's you, don't get me wrong, huh?

Syndicate smiles when she sees Yakuma as she manages to peel Hiroka's fingers off.

"I lost to this kid... but I didn't lose to you. If I fight you, I win, okay?

In Syndicate's squeezed response, Yakuma exhales as if frightened.

"Hiroka, break your neck. Kill him and bring him back to life and make him 'happy' and you'll understand someday."

To Yakuma's command, Hiroka becomes stronger.

I grabbed the neck of the critical and syndicate over the power of the resisting syndicate, and I heard a noise.

The sound I heard was like the sound of the wind.

The sound of the hump wind passing too far.

Not the expected, boggling sound of a broken branch.

And the next thing I heard was the sound of water.

A drop of blood falls from Hiroka's arm, and the drop gradually spreads circularly.

"... be?

When everyone understood that Hiroka's hand had fallen off Syndicate's neck and that Hiroka's arm had been completely amputated, Yakuma noticed that one more girl.

A wand-like stick is held in the hands of a girl with dark hair that makes her feel like she has finished a spectacular battle.

"... Changchun?

Freed from Hiroka and sitting on the floor without force as it were, Syndicate sees the girl, Sai.

Sei's eyes in return were clearly staring at Syndicate.