The Protagonists Are Murdered by Me

Late nights. Students all go back to the dormitory, and only on-call teachers remain on campus.

A black hair teacher walks down the hall. Baek, baek. A non-smooth corridor makes an old sound. There have been a lot of nasty rumors lately, and even teachers from the battle wizards who used to roll around don't like to be on call. Just stand by when it's your turn.

Of course, no one is intuitively involved in strange things. I just fainted and woke up, and I can't remember, or I think someone's gone, and there's nothing going on.

‘ · · · · · ·. ’

Tranquil. Current time, midnight. The students were all mistaken that it was time to go back to the dormitory, but somehow they felt popular. Then, the teacher turns her gaze to the classroom.

‘Student · ·? ’

Someone is in the classroom. The teacher opened the classroom without hesitation. A girl was looking at this side with her chin twisted with her arms. It was as if he knew he was coming in through the door.

“Student. What are you doing there? We have to go back.”

“I can't, sir. ”

“I can't believe I'm going. What are you talking about? Come on, get out here. ”

“No. Sir.”

The girl said so, and came forward a little bit. I ‘put' my torso on my desk without the feeling of lowering my torso, without the feeling of lifting my lower torso.

“Because · · · · · ·. ”

I don't have legs, sir.

Kung kung!

With his elbows, he supported his upper body, and the girl began to approach.

Kung kung!

“Kung kung kung!! ”

Teacher.

“Sir.”

Teacher.

“Teacher, teacher.”

There's no stirring.

“No legs, sir. It hurts. I don't have legs. ”

Stir, stir, stir, stir!

The girl reaches out to grasp the teacher's leg with her elbow. That bridge is mine now. I can have that beautiful bridge. From now on, I walk on two legs.

But at that moment.

Tsk!!

“Argh!? ”

A white barrier appeared in front of her, blocking the legless ghost. The ghost bounces back, bearing her upper half with an elbow, and looks at the teacher again.

Wavy black hair was scattered, and on her back, with blue eyes, a glowing, golden cog was rising round her back. There were dozens of tiny bars of light on the slowly flowing serpentine wheel, and they were emitting energy over and over again as they became longer and shorter.

And five golden mirror fragments that surround her.

“Uh? ”

Ghosts don't know. That's what Araceli Reincarl looked like when he was a demon-hunter. Just the fact that, eating fear as a source, on the subject of ghosts, I felt the fear of reporting it was all that mattered.

‘It's hard. ’

Araceli frowns slightly.

This cog comes naturally when it detects a demon, which consumes some of her magical power. During the Demon Hunter, seven cogs, not one, were always on the body 24 hours a day, 365 days a week, but it was almost impossible to replenish the magic power and use only a small amount of magic power at the moment.

I already felt the amount of horsepower in my body was halfway through.

I can't wait too long.

Araceli reaches out and the golden ark traps the ghost.

I could strike a demon, but I couldn't help it without hurting it because I didn't know how to get angry. However, Araceli was a demon-hunter and has had as much experience with poaching.

It's like a ghost girl who just lost her leg.

“Me, me, I'm just a bridge! ”

“I know. It must have been a lot of trouble without legs. ”

“· · · · Huh? ”

A glorious cluster of light bursts forth in gold, and the legs rise on the lower half of the legless ghost. Even though it was a ghost rather than a real body, it allowed the ghost to walk on two feet, not an elbow anymore. Just before he died, like when he ran freely.

“Aah, aah, aah. ”

“Though I can't save you. But for the last minute, run around and let it burn. That's all I can do. ”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you. Argh. ”

The ghost was crying somewhat. The upper half of the body that was cut in blood became clean, making it look like a really ordinary pretty girl. She walks slowly in place, like a baby, carefully, and runs through the window of the corridor within.

Probably just before the fire, she would run endlessly and run again to enjoy the last moment.

Within hours, the golden cog, which only felt brighter than the sun, disappeared, and Araceli sweated.

‘The horsepower is already halfway there. ’

I never thought it would be so hard to blow up one of the newspapers. The fact that he was weakened was arrested three days later. But it didn't really matter because he was willing to give up everything he had in the first place, even magic.

‘· · · · · Tonight, I have to spend time with the professor. ’

If it were the same as usual, even if I refused, I would be forced to accept it if I said that there was only a small amount of magic left in my body. With such a happy thought, Araceli turned his step. I was singing a nosebleed song about how I felt better about doing a good job.

*

“You know what? If you look in the closet first-floor mirror, sometimes I do something else in the mirror! ”

“A statue of a building you don't use right now walks around with your eyes open at midnight? ”

“Have you seen the book where the ruined building statue is unfolding? One page every night, and when it's over, the school collapses! ”

“If you go to the first compartment on the fourth floor of the Waste Toilet Building and you look at business, a ghost shows up and says, 'Will you give me a red paper towel or a blue paper towel?’ He asked. If you say you're going to get red paper, you make your whole body a bloody bag, and if you choose blue paper, you'll strangle yourself and make your body blue! ”

That way, two months have passed.

There was quite a lot of talk going on inside the school.

Some of the tales were similarly present in this world. because there was a whole world of rumors that could happen in the school space. However, there were more nonsense, and the students were frightened by the nonsense.

Of course, the stories were most likely to materialize, so they were mostly based on "abandoned buildings" or "closed barracks." To make sure you don't get hurt unless you get to it. The only person heading to such a ruined building is probably the bully hunter Ahynal.

During the weeks, her mold became even more superficial. Why were you so impressed in the first upper class? I felt a lot of stress when I was dealing with ghosts by myself.

Unlike monsters, ghosts are demons whose human existence shows the end of the most dreadful death. Ideas without emotion are forced to be mentally stressed when dealing with them. And, as I planned, Ahinal was increasingly stressed.

[Check the level change of the main character Ahinal: 150]

“Good work today, too. ”

Ahinal was sealing the ghosts and growing more and more. Growing the enemy I have to kill seems foolish in the short term, but in the long run, it was the act that led her to the worst condition, so she will eventually become a snowball.

If there's one problem, I'm also stressed out.

If you ask me a month ago if I am not afraid of ghosts, I will certainly say, 'I am not afraid.'

But not now.

Honestly, it's too scary.

I watched myself twist the joints of my whole body and kill myself.

I found an altar with headless corpses hanging upside down.

He smashed the stairs with his head and stepped up to see the corpse of the man who had finally died on the roof.

I walked down the street without anyone in the middle of the night, and I heard the laughter of children everywhere, and I was walking safely, and the fire didn't go out, but I heard a sudden knock from the window of the skyscraper.

It was an unknown horror I never knew.

Ghosts were not necessarily scary because they were visible.

It's invisible, so it's scary.

“Today, we have to hunt for selfies. ”

For two months, I spent quite a lot of time with Ahynal. Still, I've been in the middle of the night, but the gap between her and me has rarely narrowed. It was the same feeling that people of that kind could not become acquainted.

She only talked about bullying when she met me. I secretly unleashed the knowledge of the tales of my world, and Ahinal became aware of me as a 'quite courageous and knowledgeable human being’. When an unknown event happened that she did not know, my knowledge was quite helpful.

“The selfie? ”

“Yes · · ·. ”

Ungseong-seong. It was late afternoon, dinner time, and the atmosphere is quite cluttering because of the flowers of the academy genre and the fact that the school festival is just about to take place.

“It's a joke that you shoot yourself in an auditorium with a camera, and you take a picture and you see someone standing behind you. To be honest, this kind of talk is very strange. ”

A world with few photographs is worth it. However, it was uncommon to take strange pictures on Earth. And that crucial tale, too, is what I spread.

‘Even though this tale was actually haunted. ’

Whether it was sticky or not, I think I might have spread the story honestly. If there really was a ghost, I would have to deal with it by looking at pictures of ghosts that didn't exist.

“Are you going straight? ”

“No. The auditorium is busy preparing for the festival. ”

“So, at midnight today, as at any other time? ”

“It's hard, too. I think the festival team will continue to use the auditorium. You know, our school tends to be quite prepared when the stage opens. ”

Well, what do we do?

“Let's give up and find out what else we're talking about. ”

“You can't do that. As long as there's even the slightest chance that the ghost is attached, I must hunt. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

It's like talking about some kind of mission, but it happens because of his own mistakes.

I stare into her diary. For that unidentified journal, it was contoured to a certain extent.

That is the diary written by the 'Principal’ who is not showing his face right now. A diary that sealed numerous ghosts, and also wrote about the method of the holy fire. However, she mistouched it, released all the demons, and was on her way to seal it again.

I have seen cartoons of this genre several times before.

The fact that the heroine mistouched something, causing the yogi to spread in the world and seal it again. The genre was a magical girl with a card, a bully, or a pot or Pandora's box.

There's only one thing that matters there.

If it weren't for the contact between the Empress and the Seal Mediator, the monsters would not have been released into the world.

What if I succeed in hunting Ahinal here? If he was lucky, there was also the possibility that all the ghosts would seal themselves. Of course, you don't even have to care about it.

“I'm the main dancer of the festival. I'll fold my feet on stage or I'll draw your attention, so help me out. ”

“What?”

“While I'm staring, I'm asking you to take a selfie. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

Ahinal has never asked for anything directly related to ghosts. So I frowned a little. I can't help but feel like I'm in direct contact with a ghost.

“ · · · · · ·. ”

But seeing her face, the same shape. Maybe Ahinal wants to give me a bully hunt for an excuse like this.

“Yeah, well. All right, I'll just do it once. ”

When I answered positively, she raised her lip.

What? Why are you so anxious?

“All right, let's go. ”

She turned her head with an unavoidable smile, and I felt quite uncomfortable and forced to rethink the 'selfie bullying’.

Bully Hunter (2) End