The Protagonists Are Murdered by Me

What a pity!

Ahinal was slowly being transported with his hands up. I tried to fold my ankle really lightly, but it wasn't as easy as I thought. As a result, the ankle was turned back and thrown away, but · · ·. In fact, I hardly felt pain, so it didn't matter.

‘The last story is · · · · · · ·. ’

Look at the warehouse. No one cares about the warehouse anymore.

Her mouth slowly went up.

"As planned."

There is such a tale.

It's a tale that someone who didn't exist, a Sain, is living right by their own side. Who was she? 'Even if I think about it, I can't understand it. because those beings, the moment they didn't notice, were just studying with themselves, eating, chatting, living like that.

‘Reality coordination on cognitive manipulation. It's a pretty tricky kind of [bullying], but not for me. ’

Ahinal has already described the existence of the Gospel as a ‘bullying tale’. She looked at him with spirituality and unscrupulous power, and secretly investigated him. Obviously, there are admission records, and I don't even think teachers are awkward.

‘It doesn't work for me to be able to penetrate a manipulated reality. ’

Ghosts get caught up in people, making people behave like gangsters?

Common. Too common. It's really common. I'm tired of it. Of course, it was a slightly more unusual and extraordinary ghost, among others. It was a ghost who brought a joke.

Ever since his arrival at school, an unknown tale has begun to drift. I can't figure it out sensibly, the jokes that were impossible to deal with. Ballroom mirror talk, red rest, blue rest talk, superracial talk, Friday 13th talk, etc.

How many kids did you eat when you faced them?

But it's okay now. The demon, the proverbial tale, will eventually be encroached upon by another proverbial tale and the existence will be pale. "Myth" and "selfie" were powerful rumors that had the ability to manipulate reality.

‘It has been helpful, but I will have to deal with it beforehand because it can be a hindrance in the face of [big talk]. Well done, ghosts of the future. ’

Ahinal smiled so unknowingly and looked at the auditorium.

Yay, yay, yay!

Warehouse walls are cracked. I confronted the story of my walking eyes.

‘What? ’

How do you do that?

*

“Ahinal. You're okay, right? ”

“Get some rest. Performances are inevitable, but your health is not important. ”

Several students come to the nursery and greet them. From beverages to fruits. Preparing a variety of gifts is the basic idea. Most of those students were experiencing escape from 'ghosts’ by Ahinal.

It was ironic. It was Ahinal who summoned the demon, but those affected by it are grateful to Ahinal who exorcised the demon for not knowing that.

But, well. What do you mean?

‘· · · I don't intend to miss my present life. ’

Ahinal, who had little or nothing to say, had never been around since he was a child. However, as long as she was human, she was also lonely, waiting for someone to come and give her hand to Ahinal, who was very rarely present first.

However, her life has changed since she met the bully.

After solving the bullying and absorbing the power of the demon, she became an eight-year-old.

When I defeated the singing ghost, I was able to sing well. I was able to dance when I defeated the haunted talk of only dancing all day. Others absorbed the power of numerous ghosts, and she is now more powerful than the dizzy professor of this school.

‘Just deal with the big talk. ’

With the ability of the tales collected, only the days of living in a glorious future would be awaited.

By the way, an obstructor appeared.

What the hell are you? ’

One day, an unidentified ghost appeared, naturally assimilated to a magical school.

A very unusual man who spreads a tale that doesn't exist in this world, and at the same time can physically hit ghosts. He felt a very special and powerful energy. It was an energy that only Ahinal could sense.

‘Though I thought it wasn't an ordinary ghost, did you cut the realities out with a sword? ’

It doesn't make any sense. In the first place, there is no "Prosecutor" in this world, so the sword has long been buried. By the way, I can't believe I swung my sword.

Ahynal's head became more and more complex.

The more you know, the more suspicious it is.

‘No, in the first place, can ghosts be assimilated to reality like this? ’

The ghosts assimilated to society, who had met before, were as distinctive as they were. No one remembers the details about ghosts. If you ask me your name, I'll say, 'Of course I do! You don't remember all of a sudden? If you say, "Do you know what it looks like?" Why don't you know? Is that too common an impression?' I have no choice but to answer.

No matter how ghostly, even if it is a tale with a powerful ability to be assimilated to reality, there are limitations.

By the way, · · · · ·.

‘No, it's not. ’

It is certain that he is a bully. It was the conclusion of Ahynal who had lived with him for two months. However, it was too powerful. It is incomprehensible even with Ahynal's common sense that he has hunted so many tales.

If so.

There is only one conclusion left.

‘· · · · · · · ·. He's a big bully. ’

[End episode ‘Last Tale (1)' begins.]

*

[An episode of the world approaches the end.]

[Target ‘Will Tale’ is designated a Grand Bully Tale.]

[Episode ‘Last Tale (1)’ supports this tale.]

I burst into laughter. I've had a few similar experiences. At that time, however, the episode itself had never been swamped with rice.

You think I'm a big bully? ’

It's ridiculous, but it doesn't make any sense.

In the first place, what is bullying?

It literally means a story of bizarre content. Strange stories spread by tales or rumors passed on for generations, etc. This world is just such a very unusual world, where such ‘bullying’ only gains strength and makes a bow.

And what about the ghosts who get tied up in bullying? The subjects of bullying are usually ghosts, but they are often not. It's just, it was a little creepy. Ghosts are just a dump of "bullying."

It is truly ironic.

Ghosts have existed in the first place and are powered by bullying, but not by ghosts. From that moment on, ghosts become part of bullying.

And · · · · · ·. I became a bully.

It is not impossible. In the first place, what if someone who has the most ‘storytelling possibilities' in this world where the story of moving from person to person gains power thinks I'm a bully?

Then, I become a bully.

‘Ahinal. You thought I was a bully. ’

Perhaps the ghost would have been a 'great tale' as scheduled, but without the power of the story, it would have been floating around in the ordinary nine thousand. Well, now that the ghost has no power, you don't have to worry.

From now on, I greet a bully hunter as a bully.

By now, Ahinal may be scrambling his diary to defeat the rumor of his will. All the ghosts eventually came from the diary, and as soon as they knew who they were, they were able to use the answers in the diary to stir them up.

However, my story is not written in the diary. In addition, the stories I will create are things that Ahinal does not know at all.

Achievement.

A laugh burst out.

It was ridiculous, and I felt so good.

I've been thinking about how to kill her. As a result, I managed to convince Ahinal to plan a way to kill him at a reasonable rate.

It's a mistake.

Because he was possessed by a ghost, he made a clumsy plan and tried to push him into the barracks. Stupidly.

The other day, I carried out a clumsy plan that was swept away by emotions, and as a result, precious people, of course, even myself, were in crisis.

But this time it's different.

The plan that had been put in place had been completely destroyed. I didn't have to make another plan.

Because I acted emotionally, I fell into Ahynal's trap, shaking like a ghost.

I held the 'episode’ itself in my hands, not the perfect plan to kill her. If it had been originally, the 'Grand Bullying Episode' would have been defeated by the protagonist as an ending.

The protagonist calibration doesn't work for me.

Whieing!!

A chilly autumn breeze drives. The leaves are swirling, and I hear ghosts everywhere. It's been abandoned for half a century. It's a closed school stadium. Where no one is looking.

Now all I have to do is wait for the protagonist to come here.

*

Student, will is missing.

But no one cared much about him. It was because he usually didn't have many friends, and because Professor Araceli went to the principal himself and gave him a message, but for Ahinal, who was doubting him, he came to a very suspicious situation.

“Is there someone like that? ”

“Ah, ah! Remember, high school? I've never seen one. ”

“Uh, you were a junior middle man. A rumor in our class? Oh, yeah. Suddenly I don't even go to school. Well, it must hurt. ”

It's weird no matter how you think about it. One of the students showed up and boomed and disappeared, so you can't be so ignorant? Unlike other ghosts, their memories were still preserved, but they were not usually ghosts.

Whieing!

A chilly wind blows. I saw the clouds running roughly in the red sky. Rapid changes in the weather, a downturn in the atmosphere, a chilling energy. There has never been such a huge indication of demons appearing.

"Dear Sir, what the hell are you? ’

Ahinal read the diary several times from beginning to end and was ordained. To determine his identity.

‘White eyes on black hair. It has the name of an oriental style and uses a sword. ’

In the first place, it was quite frequent to use a flying sword, but there were few ghosts that used a longsword, like the proverbial tale. Thus, he condemned the demon who used the ‘sword’ in the diary, but he went over ten.

‘At some point in time, you're using a sword! ’

As a woman, it was a burning affair, but in the first place, ghosts were made for thousands of years, from a few months to a long time. Isn't it a great tale?

‘There's a reason to hide your identity and approach me. ’

From now on, pretty good reasoning comes in.

‘First of all, why didn't you attack me knowing I was hunting a bully? ’

Because I haven't been able to do that until now.

‘Then, why couldn't you attack me? ’

Because you didn't recover enough strength to attack yourself? Or because you can't do direct harm to humans? Or, what are the constraints?

‘There must be a story. It's not a story.’

The diary also had quite a detail on one of the ghosts, and Ahinal set up a fitting in his eyes and roasted them like they were meticulous or chewed up.

Another day later, two days later, a week later.

Around that time, something strange began to happen at the Academy. And most of it happened around Ahynal. Stories that have no identity, no cause.

In the middle of the night, he turned his head and looked at the wall, and dozens of people with horrible faces were staring at him. It was a hell of a joke in the wall.

I kept hearing voices in a language I didn't know when I was going to work in the bathroom. I was annoyed and later searched the dictionary. I was surprised to learn that the classical language means "look up." It was a potato tale. A tale that when you look up in your voice, you encounter a ghost.

On top of that, numerous tales that Ahinal could not seal began to work again. She was guessing why.

‘Cause the big talk is resurrected. ’

However, no one has been greatly affected by the bullying that has emerged since the Great Bullying was resurrected. No missing persons, no casualties. As if someone had intended it, I came looking solely for Ahynald.

I was afraid to even sleep every night. I had never been directly harmed by bullying, so I had no idea that I was so scared. To get out of this hellhole, you have to clear up the big talk.

But, how?

‘A little more, you need to be thoroughly prepared. ’

At that time, Ahinal turns his head because he feels something. It was instinctive behavior. It really doesn't mean anything, it doesn't mean anything.

By the way.

Out the window.

He looked at this place with a nasty smile.

“Argh! ”

After a moment of surprise, Ahinal stares at it again. In a twinkling of an eye, the image of a new will was disappearing. It is never a hallucination or illusion. It really was a clear testament. However, by the way,

‘This is the 17th floor! ’

What the hell, man?

*

I didn't come to see Hado, so I came to spy on him, and I looked him in the eye. But I feel a little cocky because I'm so surprised to see a human face like that.

I scratched my cheeks with two feet against the wall. Standing on a skyscraper was too easy to do as a S-rank superman. Moreover, since the storytelling was intertwined, people used to scream in surprise, as if they could not detect my presence well, and even look blurry, as if they were seeing the shape of a 'ghost'.

I think this is also the effect of bullying.

I wanted to look through the window again, but I quit. Just getting close to the school in the first place was the kind of talk that stuck with me.

But, well. Things seem to be going well.

After I felt Ahinal's foundation, which was still less shaky, I left with a fist smile.

Bully Hunter (4) End