The Protagonists Are Murdered by Me

Just before, everyone was cheering. She shouted her name, chattering with the person next to her, screaming in the air excitedly, shaking a camera, a glow rod, etc. Their cheer was beautiful because it was for only one person, but it was like noise.

Because.

Again, again.

It was because there was a tune playing on the stage.

In front of all the 'sounds’ she makes, any other sound becomes noise. The sound of walking in shoes, the sound of fingers touching the edge of my clothes, the sound of hanging on my skull, and the sound of my neck just before singing was beautiful.

Thousands, tens of thousands of spectators are all silent.

Some of them have heard the performances of Helony directly with their own ears, and some have not. But it doesn't matter. They were all just mute in front of the sound of her voice.

Soon.

Heloni opens his mouth.

A thunderstorm came with the music.

Thung! The pink wavelength spreads around her and overturns the entire stage as she taps the stage with her bare feet. It was an ether reflection light that appeared when the sonic power used abilities, but it was more beautiful than any other ether reflection in the world, so it soon became a stage decorator.

More beautiful than any glamorous firework, more glamorous than any glamorous LED.

She didn't need another stage device. It just becomes a stage device, a song, music, and a microphone. The tinted microphone in the shape of a musical note that is held as a decoration is just a Heloni mascot, and it does not make sound.

As soon as I took my lips off, everyone stopped breathing. Someone told me I listen to Heloni's song with my heart, not with my ears. It was a silly thing to say, but it was also true.

Heloni, the man who can handle the bleep. She was a superpower who could decorate her songs with superpowers and beautify them. The sound swings the stage. Some nods touched the audience and disappeared. Some nods kept ringing off the stage several times, and some nods bounced off the stage several times like pranksters.

So, while listening to the same song, it only feels like listening to hundreds of songs at the same time.

The song that I heard today is different from the song that the person next to me heard.

And the song that the person next to him listened to was also different from the song that I heard.

Hello, Pop's goddess.

If the goddess of music were to come down, would she be able to make a better sound than Heleni?

Thung! Once more, the waves spread as we strike the stage with our shoes. Heloni realizes his mistake later, dumbfounded, forgetting to wave his nightstick as if everyone was mesmerized by her song.

‘Oops. Weak, weak. ’

I pick up the sound of the stage bit by bit. Come on, let's finish the highlight high notes part.

Whoa!!

Later, people's cheers erupted. "Hello! Heloni! 'even the cheering methods of fans that would have burst out did not come out today. It was so overwhelming.

I was nervous.

I have no choice.

"Hello, you do the stage as usual. I'd like to ask you to sing a better song if you can, but I'm not that much of a singer. All I can do is tell you not to be nervous. ’

"Wouldn't it be dangerous? ’

‘It's okay. If things go according to plan, no one will get hurt today. ’

If it were a narrative, he would have adopted a more efficient word instead of the word 'wound’ in that situation. Damage, death, death, etc. There are many words that can be used. Nevertheless, it is not necessary to use the word wound.

‘· · · · · · · You cared for me. ’

She has a lot of injuries. And there are even more injuries inflicted on others. So she was very sensitive to the wounds. You never know when you might hurt someone, your abilities.

"We're lucky to overcome the trauma and succeed," he said. ’He won't know. The real reason he was able to overcome trauma.

♪ ~ ♬

So she just sings.

For friends who are still busy running backstage to catch their own stalkers.

And for his own wounds.

*

“As expected.”

Behind the stage, no. Up top. A space no one cares about.

The ceiling of the concert hall was pierced, and people fell in love with Heloni's stage in a cool spring breeze. But not even a single tune escapes the stage. It's because of Heloni's ability.

What do you mean?

Taylor asked me over the radio.

“Normal ultrasound detection may be in use, but if Heloni truly exerts his ability, a perfect ‘sonic blocking membrane’ is formed. ”

Oh, I see!

“Don't you get it? ”

· · · · · · Explain it to me.

With a happy laugh, I took a slightly higher scale of the scope on the Mega Shooter and looked around. This magnification with the ability to sense ‘magical power’, not special wavelengths, was an artifact made with the help of a potter.

“You said it yourself. Before or shortly after the stage was over, the gaze seemed to be fierce, but strangely, it was not felt during the performance. That would be because the output of her superpowers surpasses even that of a Muslim. ”

Aren't Muslims always so strong?

Among people's common sense, the Muslims were the strongest, because four years ago, when they first appeared, very occasionally, in the world, they exhibited a devastating power that no superpower could show.

But the reality was different.

When Moorish artillery is ranked the same, its pure output is weaker than its superpower. They just liked 'control’, which whipped up even the smallest force. Overwhelming.

That's why even the superpowers of Heloni, who had more control than anyone else on the planet, could be penetrated by Muslims.

But what if the stage starts and Heloni releases his power with all his might?

Hmm. You can't penetrate from a distance, can you?

“That's right. If that Muslim is obsessed with Heloni, what can he do to find her in a place he can't see? ”

· · · That crazy Muslim approaches close, you mean?

“Yes. Just in time, there they are. ”

I said she was silent. Taylor was mixed up in the crowd so I couldn't see him, but I could see him clearly.

A woman was flying in the sky.

[Evil Refinement uses the skill 'Imprisonment Ticket' 24392; ⁄ (S +) ’.]

I don't know, but it's probably some kind of voidless wolf that tramples through the air using sound waves. It only explains that Heloni's superpowers outperform Heloni's. Even Heloni could never conceive of running on sound waves.

Aim for the woman who was looking down the stage, waving her worn out chinese clothes and black hair.

What's the distance?

“300 meters. It's getting closer. Wind at three o'clock, six miles an hour. · · About 3 miles west wind. ”

From now on, it matters.

I called Movement Jun, and he'll be coming here at a terrifying speed. Since I have forced the ‘crisis’, Dong-jun will trigger the protagonist's correction of the crisis situation and will arrive before the incident occurs unconditionally.

But I was going to put another spoonful of crisis in there.

What was the original story? Maybe everyone on the stage is dead or badly hurt. She was also one of the casualties, considering there was no sign of her. So, when Lee Dong-jun arrived late and rescued Shin Hye-ji, ‘Witnesses’ would be absent.

What about the story I'm going to change?

It hurts to explain it with my mouth.

I was going to reveal Joon's existence to the world. It's not just to reveal it, but to create a very spectacular debut stage for it.

*

Refinement.

She's just wandering around looking for a sound.

Looking for more beautiful, stubborn, clean, clean, clean, light, elegant, virtuous sounds.

Whewing, a cool spring wind under the night sky passed by the ears of refinement, but she could not hear the noise of it.

Only the sound coming from that stage, Heloni, can make refinement happy.

No one in the world. Even in Moorish, no one could make that sound.

She was special, so she became even more obsessed.

I can't hear you. ’

When Heloni sings, he strikes a thick, enormous veil to prevent his voice from leaking out to the outside. So every time she went onstage, the refinement got closer and closer to her.

‘If only I could hear that song. ’

‘If only I could have that tone. ’

More and more.

Close.

Heloni's "boundary," and the refinement reaches out.

I'm jealous.

I can't hear, but the fact that everyone in that chair can hear her song. The fact that everyone is happy except me.

Parker! Parker!

Jealousy has been rising for almost four years since the refinement arrived on Earth.

Today, it was about to explode.

‘Yes, I'm the only one listening. ’

If you cut off every ear in this room and took Heloni by yourself, Her song will be her own.

A red azimuth blooms from the body of refinement. It was "hmm." It was just a red noise.

The red sound was so wild and violent that it seemed to knock on the piano with a shotgun. She pulls the coin from her arms.

At one time, the Renaissance used this instrument to play more elegantly than anyone else in the world.

At one time, the refinement was with this instrument and sang a song happier than anyone else.

However, after being banned by Dalma, she lost all her music. Even though I suppressed the gold with the ‘Amulet’, I couldn't find my old song.

So she was her last hope.

‘Let me sing to you again. ’

[Evil Refinement triggers the skill 'Espionage of Minor Secondary Mission' 28079; Provence (S +) ’.]

The moment the refinement reached out and the red energy slowly shot towards the stage.

“You broke the taboo, Moorish. ”

“ · · · · · ·!! ”

I heard a man's voice.

He turned his head at the same time as he felt his heart throbbing.

There.

The Moon Magazine was standing.

The man who forced all Muslims to take gold to Earth.

He grumbled and resented, but he had so much power that he didn't even dare to challenge him to a duel. He came to judge himself because he was the most lowly person to be called.

The clouds rise. There's only one person standing there, and it feels like they're surrounding the entire area.

♪ ♬ ~

The stage still persisted. The song of Heloni was melting people's hearts, and the sound of the refinement was obscured by the music and could not be heard by anyone.

“In exchange for breaking the taboo, you will die quietly here. ”

No one knows.

In the shadow of the stage, where no one notices.

‘I'm dying. ’

The moment when refinement tried to burst into laughter, thinking like that.

Ta-ang!

The gunfire sounded, and at the same time, Heloni's music stopped and the curtain of the lotus light covering the ceiling was lifted. Why did the song stop at this time? It doesn't matter.

However, it was only important that everyone on the stage noticed the sky.

“Huh · · · · · · · · · ·? ”

Thousands of spectators, including Helony, looked up at the ceiling of the stage. Everyone will see the red energy and cloud-like energy colliding with each other!

What is that? Before anyone asks a question.

Someone shouted.

“It's Willan! He's here! ”

Then, someone else shouted.

“Rosefish! Rosefish is here to get rid of him! ”

“What? Rosy leaf? ”

“Really?"

In an instant, the stage became Abigail. Even the Moon Margaery looks embarrassed.

How did ‘someone’ recognize the red lobe? He has no visible enemies in the world, including gender and age, except that he uses a mysterious power like a cloud.

But it didn't matter.

A villain appeared onstage with tens of thousands of eyes, and a red lobster appeared to defeat it.

What a hero! Tens of thousands of gazes, no, the camera is facing the sky. The camera, which is being broadcast live around the world, illuminated the movement zone.

‘ · · · · · ·. ’

Movement Joon in the camera was looking somewhere. No, ever since the moment the gunshot sounded, I haven't looked away.

In his gaze, the man who created this situation was looking at himself with a relaxed smile.

“Testimonials · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

It was a singular number.

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