The Little Prince in the Ossuary

# Past (10), Season when roses seeds (3)

This anger is mine.

The chairman glances at the bottles in his hand. Psychotropic drugs. Physicians have diagnosed violent dysregulation as severe. The brain function has already been impaired, so it is difficult to recover by conventional means. They have to be treated with symptomatic situational, surgical, and medication.

“That's ridiculous. ”

The chairman threw the vial in the trash. in turn, one by one, as if carving a commitment. I could not rely on such means. The chairman thought... the attending? He's just another person in a relationship after all. I won't let anyone take over my mind anymore. I won't let you touch my heart.

This anger is mine. Killing and getting rid of it should only be my role. It should be my fight. Thorn field path to reclaim all that has been lost. My master is me. I am my master. Even if it fails, the failure is also mine. I'm not going to live a meaningless life as me.

Who's going to judge me on what basis?

Who dares say I'm crazy?

What they say about normalcy is, after all, it's just a generalization of the public like a pig.

I am the only criteria. Only I can evaluate my life. My role is to value me, the people, the world, and the people.

I knew enough about the tyrant. It is also true that the diagnosis of mental abnormalities is based on the range of errors in social mean. It was unacceptable. The tyrant was a Human.I couldn't use the pigs' physiology to cut them down.

One mistake was enough.

It was enough to become a slave to a woman.

Ko Gun-chul laughed at the point when the doctor operated virtual reality as a medium of contextualization.

Everything was meaningless unless it was real. It was the worst in existence to wander around in an unrealistic fantasy. An unrealistic illusion. Unreal emotion. Even though the life I believed was my past life in love, how can I enter another fantasy on my own?

Such a small world.

The truth is rarely seen, buried among a myriad of fakes and disappears. Therefore, the world is only made up of fake things. Fakes are more chaotic, loud, and glamorous than the real ones. The real tyrant almost got caught up with the fakes and disappeared. I just thought they were real. It was a day when ignorance was a sin, and I was intoxicated by dreams, flying around like a butterfly in a worthless and fragrant illusion. A spider web like a blade, reality, the weight of truth, the weight of wings, the tearing of hope.

10 billion animals imitating humans.

Misdemeanors who admire useless fantasies and betray reality. No matter how glamorous and stimulating, the illusion is just an illusion. The world disappears when you cut the power. It's a process that allows someone with capital to exert absolute control. Therefore, all livestock is reduced to capital. Money offers all the opportunities, all the possibilities.

Ah, life should be economic. Because that's the only and most intense way of being. The tyrant lets out a boiling sound.

The boiling feeling was anger.

I'd rather fail than leave my fate to others. He pledged that was life, but he was a tyrant. I could not tolerate failure. Failure would soon be a defeat. It would have been her ultimate victory. A woman who is no longer in the world, but who could not feel victory after killing her. In the beginning, this anger, this stone that rolls in her heart, is the ghost of her.

The tyrant recited it.

“I will reclaim myself. ”

Anger was a sensible emotion. His emotions. Escape is like a declaration of defeat. To this false world, it was like calling out that I had lost. Ha! How could you do that?

My daughter asked my father.

“I don't know what you're talking about. How long do I have to be here? ”

“Until I say so. ”

Goa Young looked at his father with her sunken eyes. It was patience that suppressed a lot of emotions. The tyrant didn't like it. That's never been mad with anger. If I had poured out that anger, I would have been a little more lovable....

"Love"?

The president felt vomiting. How could you even think that?

Like that, like that, looks like her.

It's not just a disgusting face because it's similar and beautiful. From a small expression, habit, taste, tone and voice, I feel half the genes that my daughter inherited from her. I can't believe I used to love that. No, what is unbelievable is the reality of that emotion. I couldn't think of any feelings that I would have cared for as a child and any feelings that I would have cared for as a result of being with that woman.

However, Gogol knows that you have to love orphans eventually.

Because that's the one victory he has to take.

‘That's half the woman, and I'm half the iron. ’

It was therefore a war between women and tyrants, the source of all evil, whether it was love or hatred against orphans. It was a desperate quarrel. If you hate it, she wins. If you love them, they're desperate. Seeing his ex-wife at the orphanage was an illusion that overwhelmed reality. Fantasy. A senseless woman, ghost, suffering, regret, self-interest who dares to rule over existence…….

“Why? Whenever you look at me, you're so angry, and for what reason.... ”

“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Don't get in my way! ”

Gogol Roar.

“Why? Why? Because, bitch, you belong to me! Because you are my child! Your life, your existence. Everything you think is yours! You think they could exist without my permission? You are my permission! Your face, your body, your hair! It is my decision! I have given you permission! You're here because I gave you permission! ”

“... That's right. But half of it would be Mother's permission. ”

“Grrrgh!”

The president blushed violently.

“Dare! In front of me! I can't believe you're talking about her! ”

“I'm just telling you the truth. ”

She looked at the storming father. There is a bottle nearby. I knew it would fly. Because it was a habit, but it wasn't. I grab my breath, I try to throw it, I drink it, I grind my teeth, I hesitate, and I throw it in the trash. What does this change mean? To Ah-young, this concern was only a temporary escape from reality. I gave up my father's inner self and his efforts to empathize with it a long time ago.

‘I couldn't stand it. ’

She was a person. People had their limits. I once tried to understand my father. I tried to comfort her, but when all of her attempts and compassion returned to frustration, she gave up on love with tears shed. The deeper I loved her, the deeper I hurt her.

Empathy is a knife without a handle. A person who empathizes with grief is sad. A person who empathizes with pain is sick. When they are not accepted, only those who want to give their heart shed tears.

The daughter bows her head.

My father stared at the discarded bottle.

The real escape in the glass bottle was dazzled in the trash.

You must be furious. If it suffers and stays away from reality, the tyrants themselves will suffer a sudden defeat. He did not allow himself to be weak. Yes, it is a matter of permission. All the values in the world come from their own judgment and are meaningless without their own relationship.

Now he's staring at his daughter again. Swallows hot grunts. Anger is also evidence of defeat. Patience. Patience. As he trembled, he had to overcome dozens of difficulties before opening his mouth.

“You can go now. ”

“ ……. ”

“I'll call you back. I hope you'll behave more carefully then. ”

She got up quietly. I bowed my back deeply as a courtesy, not a sincere one.

The tyrant looks back at the twisted back.

You have to love that.

I knew enough with my head. That day, a child who was lonely and afraid of falling from snow is not responsible. I should hold on to the edge of my father's clothing that should not have come and curb the cold, the horror, the tears, that was trembling. The fact that he's still frozen alone.

However, every time I look at my face, my insides flip.

What the fuck? What the fuck?

The president is furious with himself now.

No, from a long time ago, the ultimate flavor of all anger was its own anger. But every moment of anger is new and unfamiliar. Fate out of hand, an uncontrollable soul, this heartthrobbing, throbbing like a stone.

There is the satisfaction of grumbling against someone.

Anger was on its own. I've been wandering around looking for the sacrificial lamb ever since. Therefore, there were many reasons. Maybe that's what happens when you put it on. There is no reason to love a person. There is no reason to hate people. Anger was that feeling. The only food needed for hatred to grow was hatred.

‘I really, really need it. Something true that will nail you to a worthless reality. ’

The chairman put his head on the table. The groaning and uneasy echoes were twitching under my neck.

Selfloathing took time.

Beep

The line leading to the secretary's office is lit. He preferred analogs. So the light was really there, and the phone was real. There was no room for a virtual to infiltrate his reality. I could not tolerate such a mild lie.

Even if it's all just a matter of perception. Because the tyrant is giving himself that value.

“What's going on? ”

Press the button and ask, and the suppressed voice returns.

[Special Secretary Kang Young-day is here. Would you like to meet him?]

“At this hour? ”

The president checked the time. While struggling with the agony, time was past midnight.

But he was real after all. It was filthy, but real trash was better than fake humans. Knowing what is really worthwhile and having a moral conscience for it, they discard all the absurd hypocrisy.

“Tell them to come in. ”

The tyrant has given his permission.

A loyal son of a bitch enters. The expressionless face was the mask of the son of a bitch panting with his tongue out.

“Looks like we're all done here, huh? ”

To answer your question, the former Secretary of Information answers in an accurate manner.

“Of course. Never again will those humans make you uncomfortable. ”

The dog shows pride in what he has done.

There were a pair of dead prey. They were a couple who didn't love each other. He was also a gambler who played with money as a child. Those crazy couples who tried to eat their own children, suck their own marrow, blow my entire fortune up in a seemingly fraudulent investment, and threaten to blackmail me with their illicit dealings.

‘He's an idiot, too. Asshole! Asshole! Asshole! A fool like that should die a hundred times! Innocence is sin! Innocence is sin! ’

Foolish kid who was deceived into saying he was sick and gave his life as collateral until his death.

Thinking about him, the tyrant felt a fire erupt from within.

How can you be so wasteful?

How can you not be so economical?

I just thought that she didn't want to end up dead or alive for as long as it didn't matter whether it was true or not.

Even if he knew the truth, he would still be angry.

“Why did you come in person? ”

The chairman growled.

“Why, did he want to be complimented? ”

The blade of a ridiculing horse leaves the hound unharmed.

“I hear you need a stimulating experience. ”

“But?”

“They were the only ones who threatened you. The rest of the children knew nothing. But I thought it would be safe to do it all at once, but I needed to ask you one question first. ”

“What?”

“The daughter of a deceased couple... Is it autumn?" I think she's pretty good. ”

“Looks are just leather. ”

“I know. That's the kind of man you are. You defeated Miss Park Ga Hee, didn't you? ”

“Park Ga Hee? Who is that? ”

“Don't you know? You've called quite often. ”

The tyrant barely remembers. The arrogant woman who asked for her name when we met again. Yeah, that's the name. It wasn't inspiring. It was just a doll that had passed in time. It wasn't a fake, but it wasn't real, a decent girl.

“I paid her back. That's it.”

“It was nothing. ”

“No, so. ”

The president returns the conversation to its origins.

“What's up with that bitch called Autumn? ”

“I broke up with my parents a long time ago. No, I think my parents left when I had the money. It looks like he's struggling for his two sisters' lifespans since the fall. Even though the income so far is terrible, I've never actually helped. ”

“So?”

“Wouldn't it be very stimulating to hold her? ”

The hound smiles coldly.

“Physically close, but legally someone else. It's your relationship with her. Moreover, she will have a loving sense of compassion for you and your body, to be exact. That look, that situation...... Isn't it fun to enjoy? ”

“ ……. ”

“How many hyenas are after you? I couldn't talk about it on the phone, so I looked it up in the late hours. I heard at the secretarial office that you haven't slept yet. I'm sorry if I interrupted.”

Hmm. The tyrant sits in a chair and chiseles. Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock. I hate it. I like it.

“Bring him to me. I see the look on his face and I decide. ”

The special secretary laughed at the president's permission.

“That woman is very lucky. ”

Or he'd be dead.

However, there was not much hope for the chairman.

It was just a misconception until recently that I expected life to change if I changed my body. What good is it to have a relationship with the past in the body now?

Rather, I'm more interested in the discarded bottle.

It was a terrible temptation.

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# Q&A

Q. Kushiru: By the way, Writer @, you mentioned that this game is a sympathetic fun with no dreams and no hope... when you decided that the clearing conditions were 0% probability of humanity's destruction, but the virus (?) vaccine studies... was there anything mentioned earlier?

A. Once noted, for a brief period of time, epidemic immunity as an obtainable technique. And even if it's not, in a common sense, of course, vaccine research is underway.

Q. Pornography Devil F: Do sympathetic paper books come out? This masterpiece should be on a fairy tale shelf.

A. As I said before, I don't know the exact point. It'll come out when it's time. In fact, I thought it was just a fan service when I signed up.