The story of justice as a Tucao servant

58. The dream before the story begins

(Destroy, destroy this filthy, rotten world! Destroy! Destroy, destroy, destroy!)

(Don't! Stop! Stop!)

The world is collapsing, the sky is roaring, and the earth is shaking.

(Equal world, eternal peace, in the end! Why did it become like this!!!)

The red-haired boy squatted on the burning ground with his head in his arms, letting the scorching flames scorch his body.

When exactly did it start to twist?

"I obviously like and love this world so much! I just want it to be more equal!" From the initial murmur to howling with no scruples.

When is it?

'Even though, I might go crazy and not be what I used to be. '

(Is this the will of the dragon, or——my will?)

"Who can come and stop me?"

There was the sound of "Kaba, Kaba" footsteps stepping forward on ashes.

The boy who was exactly the same as the red-haired boy came to him, bent down, and stretched out his hand of salvation to his half body.

"Let me come, as your lock, let's create a truly equal world together!"

The black remote control fell off the boy's palm.

It fell to the ground and was swallowed by the blazing flames, making a bursting sound.

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Believe that tomorrow, after the clouds clear and the fog clears, what I will see is——

The long-lost blue sky.

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"Crack, crack..."

The eyes with the crimson pupils narrowed to observe the world after waking up.

The blazing flames, the screams and howls of pain one after another, lingered and echoed in the boy's ears.

This is a very familiar scene.

Just like the scene when it was born, just like the scene when Rowling was destroyed.

The blood-colored demonic luster, emanating from the crimson moon hanging high in the sky, seemed to be a mockery of the boy.

The red-haired boy woke up amidst the ruins.

(I remember.......I should be in a coma in Rosslis......) The boy thought strangely.

Crazy monsters destroyed the village and devoured the group of unarmed villagers.But for the same kind of teenagers, he is not even interested in taking a look.

"I...haven't been mad?" The boy said to himself, whether it was accident or joy.

What hung high in the sky was undoubtedly the ominous blood moon.

(Although I don't know what happened, even if I am a sinner that everyone despises now, I still have to save people!) The young man thought firmly, reaching out to touch the giant sword behind him.

"!!!???.......Bermanit?"

The golden blue hero's giant sword, which should have been with the boy all the time, has disappeared now.

(Bermanit?) Asked again from the bottom of my heart, but the boy's voice that often appeared seemed to disappear with the dragon, leaving the boy alone, sinking and wandering in the empty heart.

The blood moon that should have been skipped by time magic, the village attacked by the beast tide, the wrong place to wake up, and the disappearing giant sword, all kinds of strange things are linked together like a coincidence.

(I can't think about it any more!) The boy drew out the dagger that was always on his waist—it was wiped and polished every day, and it was a birthday gift from the master.

"Even if I am judged as a sinner, I must still fulfill my duties as a brave man!"

Roaring loudly as if venting, the boy rushed towards the closest monsters, which were fighting for the body of a dying man.

"Help, save me!" As if seeing the last hope, the man shouted to the young man who was like a life-saving straw.

With just a slight wave, the ferocious beast in front of him was easily cut in two.

Burning the monster that was still biting the man's arm that was about to be completely torn into ashes, the boy said softly:

"It's okay, it's all over."

"Thank you, thank you, please... save... save the child..." However, under the scramble and bite of the monsters, the internal organs were already beyond recognition. The man who started to flow out with his intestines, after knowing that he was about to die, stopped struggling, and after expressing his last wish, he left with a gratified smile.

This is, the goodness of the last moment, right?

Every part of the skin was covered by magic lines. The young man, who was jumping like a flame, stared blankly at the man with his eyes wide open, swallowed his last breath, and never breathed again.

Closing his eyes for him, the young man didn't speak any more, but silently threw himself into this solitary battle.

Swing the sword, move, swing the sword, move, no need for skill or dodge, repeat this process like a machine, let the blood splashing everywhere dye the body red.

The bright red silk scarf tied around the neck was no longer that bright red, and was stained by blood.

Attached with the dark flame that corrodes the world, the sharp dagger is like the scythe of death, harvesting the lives of monsters.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The endless flames were still burning unsatisfied, but the screams gradually faded away.

"Cough clap, cough clap."

Regardless of the bloody hands that had been scraped by stones and debris, the young man kept rummaging through the pile of stones for something.

(Are there no survivors already?  …..)

The wound on the hand was constantly healing, and was cut again.The corpses of the villagers were constantly being dug out, and they were almost piled up into a hill.

Even knowing that this is nothing but irreparable psychological comfort, the boy still wants to make amends.

"!!!"

The last boulder was moved away, and a white-haired boy miraculously fell asleep in the crack.

"Well, what happened?"

He opened a pair of eyes that were the same color as the moon tonight, and asked softly.

"???"

Suddenly, the boy's young body was hugged tightly by the red-haired teenager, and the boy's dirty clothes were wetted by unknown water.

"What's the matter? Brother, why are you crying?"

Amidst the teenager's constant sobbing and the boy's perplexed comforting voice, Scarlet Moon left the stage reluctantly.The sky turned white.

"I don't remember anything, can big brother help me?"

The boy's impression of the boy will always remain in that bloody night, the red-haired, blood-eyed boy stretched out his hand to himself amidst the sparks flying all over the sky.

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"Don't remember anything..."

"Then your surname will be Andinis from now on!" In the ruins, the boy hugged the white-haired boy, comforted him gently, and said.

"Look at the clothes, big brother is a brave man, right? I want to be a brave man like big brother!" said the boy with starry eyes.

"...Hehe, then you have to be a good hero, because—we are partners of justice! You have to fight for justice? Otherwise, it will be like this village, and it will be over easily! "

The boy's scarlet pupils stood up like beast-like thin pupils, exactly the same color as the scarlet full moon in the sky last night.

Same hair color, same eye color.

That flashing phantom of the white-haired boy.

(master........)

"It's decided! Let's call you Hopniss! Well, the dead hope, hehe, I really miss that old man!"

Having decided on his own, the boy pinned the dagger back to his waist, picked up the boy and started walking into the distance.

If you ignore the sword that is still dripping blood and the tears in the corners of the boy's eyes.

"Be obedient, let me teach you from now on."

"Master is the best!"

The red-haired boy suddenly stopped, and just stopped in place in a daze, motionless.

"What's the matter, Master?" The boy stretched out his hand and waved it in front of the boy.

"Ah, it's nothing, it's just that I suddenly remembered something unimportant." The boy rubbed the boy's white hair and said with a smile.

"Teacher, what exactly is justice?" The white-haired boy asked the boy with his ear pressed into his arms.

The boy was taken aback, then smiled.

"Justice, shit is nothing...as long as the ignorant masses are happy, it's called justice."

"Hey, what a surprise... Forget it, then no matter what, I must become a righteous and brave man like Xiang Shijiang!" The white-haired boy made a vow that he would carry out his life.

"Justice...? Oh, what is it? Everyone..."

The boy and the white-haired boy left a village that was in flames.

A village where even the howling has ceased.

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Famous for its romance and fashion, Parry has an orange flag flying on the city wall - that is the glory that belongs to Ferrance and Louis.

The red-haired boy hugged the white-haired boy and walked to the foot of this majestic and ancient city, looking up at the flag that should never be seen again.

And it was supposed to be detested by everyone, hating the brave, so ostentatiously appearing here, it just got some curious eyes on the red silk scarf around the boy's neck.

(It's very strange, no, it should be said that it is impossible.) The boy thought suspiciously.

The city gate was full of people, all crowded under a huge notice board.

"The village of Pierre was destroyed by the tide of beasts, and there were no survivors.The Kingdom mourns with deep sorrow. "

"The unknown warrior slayed the monster. "

The above is the headline of the announcement.

(Aren't there newspapers? Also....... Kingdom of Ferrance?)

A bold, terrifying, yet completely reasonable conjecture gradually formed in the young man's mind.

"Excuse me, what year is it now, ah no, who is His Majesty the King now?" The boy stopped a man dressed as a civilian who was rushing up to watch and asked.

The man looked at the boy with strange eyes. "Are you a Gentile? It is AN1466, and the great Louis III is our king."

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" The young man let out a maniacal laugh in spite of everything, which attracted many people's attention.

"Teacher?" The white-haired boy in his arms tilted his head, looked suspiciously at the laughing young man clutching his stomach, and asked worriedly.

"It's nothing, it's just that my stomach hurts." She laughed so hard that even the crystal tears welled up.

'It is a closed, infinite circle of Möbius linked by impossible coincidence and malicious causality. '

'I say hello to you on behalf of my childhood self! '

'So, we're going to meet again soon, right? '

'I am Hopnis Andinis, and you are Fei Aiwei Andinis, two people who are constantly circulating due to a coincidence. '

The voice of the white-haired boy lingered in his ears like a gramophone over and over again.

This is 80 years ago, before it all started.

Newspapers hadn't been invented, magic hadn't been developed yet, and the Ferrance Kingdom still existed.

"Hopeness..."

"Huh? What's the matter? Master?"

"Nothing, let's go."

Once again, the master and apprentice exchanged identities and embarked on the path of finding justice.

This time, it will definitely be different.

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"Hey, Hopniss, if the sacrifice...ah no, I used the wrong word, if you want to forcefully kill one person, make a few people unhappy, and save thousands of people, you... ...would you do it?"

As soon as the white-haired boy lying on the boy's back woke up, he was caught off guard by the boy asking such a question.

The two are walking in the wilderness.The rising sun scorches travelers who pass by here.

"I, I will try my best to save everyone! If you really can't, just sacrifice yourself!" The white-haired boy said firmly.

"...!!! Hahaha..." The boy was taken aback, and then laughed heartily as if he had thought of something ridiculous.

(I sure as hell——I’m an out-and-out bastard! What justice, what sacrifice, are all for my own selfish desires! But...)

The teenager gently put the boy down, squatted down, and gently took the boy's immature little hand.

"Hopniss, as a man, come and make an agreement with me!" The boy said, hooking the little finger of the boy with his little finger.

"Hooks—never sacrifice yourself. That's it, keep it."

"Well, of course! I'm a man!" The white-haired boy said half-understanding.

(master......)

"Teacher... don't cry, you shameless face!" The boy stood on tiptoe and wiped away the tears that the young man shed unknowingly.

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I will break it!

I can definitely break it!

The mockery of time and fate upon me!

The boy made an oath.

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