Hundred Nights in the Light [Main Fate]

"Hey, caster, is this place your mental world?" Ryunosuke Yusheng asked me.

"Yes, master." I answered his question seriously, "This is the place I once passed by..."

The barrage fell over like rain, the gunfire exploded wantonly everywhere, and the frenzied battle roar sounded in all directions.

The earth shook because of the charge all over the mountains and plains, and the crowd surged like sea water.

Blood splattered everywhere, and death harvested life like a shadow.

A humble life, a worthless life, a life without hope, without redemption, without beauty, without splendor—

"So many deaths! Hyakuya! There are so many lives in your heart!" Ryunosuke Yusheng rushed into the center of the battlefield, turned around happily, and suddenly shouted when facing me, "How many lives?" It's a pity, their deaths are worthless, I should kill them one by one!"

"Ah, if you will, master."

"Really? Is it really possible?!" Yusheng Ryunosuke showed a beautiful smile like an angel, "Let me help them, what expressions should these people have when they die! How heart-piercing is it?" Screams and hatred, are their internal organs also bright red? What kind of bright color should that be, I really want to taste this stimulation—"

I stood quietly at the edge of this world, watching the master laughing wildly, like an artist burning with life, hysterically calling for the purest things in the world: no matter it is pure and innocent goodness, Still black and bottomless evil!As long as it is wonderful, bright, and something that can make people tremble, he will sing it, and he will praise it with his life!

Yes, I have seen many such gestures. Some people will sing for the blooming of flowers, and of course some people will be moved by the death of flowers.

I extend my thinking tentacles infinitely, and this world used to be one of my favorite places.

I was born here, struggled to survive, cursed and loved it, I also shed countless blood on this battlefield, and then died here——

Suddenly, I heard a familiar chirping sound, the sharp sound of shrapnel flying past my ears.

Ryunosuke Yusheng's praise suddenly stopped.

His abdomen was gradually covered with blood, he took two steps towards me in a daze, then looked down again.

His instinct drove him to cover his abdomen, but blood continued to seep from the wound.

The master raised his hand, put it in front of his eyes, and suddenly said to me: "Hey, caster, this is... is this my blood?"

"Yes." I said.

"What...is my blood actually this color?" Ryunosuke stood in front of me, stretched out his hand and kept peeling off his blood-stained clothes, and looked down at his wound, "So...so I have been What I was looking for was such a beautiful color..."

He took a step back, suddenly lost the strength to stand up, and fell into the loess.

The artillery fire continued to roar.

I stood beside him, looking down at him.

Ryunosuke's breathing gradually became faster, his lips lost their color, and his pupils were loose and dazed.He reached out and touched a cold corpse beside him.

"That should be me." After looking at me for a while, I said honestly to my master, "The death is simple, because it was shot in the head. But as for you, master, you may have to struggle for a long time before you die." Bleeding to death."

Ryunosuke was obsessed with the color of his own blood... or in the premonition of death, he whispered to me: "What... tell me earlier, just hide here... I won't... ...it was so hard to find."

I raised my eyebrows at him, expressing regret.

After a while, he will experience death in my mental world, so should I pull him out?

...Well, forget it, a philosopher like this, I don't think he will really die because of an illusory death, after all, he is a person who has witnessed countless deaths and struggles...

I cruised through this familiar battlefield, bullets from one side kept pouring down, and the other side fought back.

Suddenly, I noticed a small figure.

He has a face I am familiar with, but the years have passed so long that I have already forgotten his name and his story.

He crawled forward in the loess, was almost hit by stray bullets several times, and passed away with death several times, but he still tenaciously and luckily came to the destination—beside my corpse.

He hugged the dead body that I used to be and called my name.

His roar was so forceful and heart-piercing that it seemed that the whole world was shaken by it, so that I remembered this moment in a trance. A moment on the battlefield.

So much so that Yusheng Ryunosuke, my master, witnessed his expression and trembled: "Who are you...Who are you here to save?"

This comrade-in-arms whose name I forgot is impossible to respond to him.

In my mental image world, this nameless person carried my body on his back, as if carrying all the grand deaths here, and then set foot on the return journey again amidst the hail of bullets.

Everything is as quiet as an old silent film.

He went back with death on his back, he staggered, small and fragile, a worthless bullet could crush his efforts, his life, and all the cherished things he had struggled to get... all shattered.

But at this moment, the battlefield suddenly came to a standstill.

No one shot, no one charged...and no appointments or conversations were made.

People just wait quietly.

Waiting for this person to go back with a corpse on his back and disappear on this battlefield.

Then all of a sudden, the war resumed from a short, insignificant silence, and the great and vile killing continued.

"What is that... what is that, who is that!" Ryunosuke Yusheng asked me.

"do not know."

"How could there be such a... intermission! How can it be possible!" Ryunosuke stayed in the gap between his dying, but shouted at me in bewilderment, "How can we just be detached like this! What excitement is there in such a life? It's too quiet, too quiet, no, no, such a wonderful death—how can he ignore death, how can it stop—”

"It's the commonality of people," I explained to him, "that people share a strange love. The death you've seen before, and their outbursts of emotion, is just the life of a single individual; but In such uninterrupted killings, you can see that all people share something inherent in human beings, which includes primitive, irrational hatred and killing intent, and of course there is also a long-suppressed opposite things.

"If you have to use a metaphor, you must have experienced the sudden silence when everyone is talking lively. What you saw just now is similar to this, the phenomenon of unconscious connection among the entire population. Human beings Mental power is really fragile, sometimes the whole group can be overwhelmed by the power of a single individual - of course... I don't think you have reached this level, after all, you are just a killer..."

Alas, why do I have to say so much?

Ryunosuke Yusheng had fallen into the last period before his death, his pupils were dull and his fingers were twitching unconsciously.

Presumably in his perception, my words have turned into a meaningless whisper.

I gradually stripped my master's soul out of my mental world.

In the real world, we have stayed for about ten minutes, and my spiritual tentacles have absorbed a lot of nutrients from the master - it seems that he really had a good time in it.

When I retracted the tentacles, Ryunosuke let out a meaningless whimper.

He returned to the cold reality from the shadow of death. His soul seemed to be filled with ecstasy and boundless emotions, but his body could not support such a huge joy, and he knelt down in front of me.

I knelt down, patted his shoulder softly, and asked him peacefully like the child who was tied up by him before, "Master, are you okay?"

The master held my hands and started crying.

No, that might not be called howling, but it was just a collapse of extreme emotional tension, a kind of catharsis of exhausting all strength in a helpless situation.

See, the human spirit is always so fragile and must be treated with care; no matter how many times you have seen death, the feeling of experiencing it yourself is the most real and exciting.

For souls with potential, if you want to observe his most beautiful blooming moment, it is certainly possible to use the method of bestowing death on them, but...

"There needs to be more gentle and delicate means to cooperate with it, master. Grasp the moment of death and feel more real."

I helped Ryunosuke, and we staggered out of the murder scene together.

Alas, I have no intention of destroying the evidence, nor directly occupying the dead man's body.If this caused Ryunosuke trouble, then I can only say sorry.

Since I have done the serial killer thing, why not do it more to the end, try the life of a killer together with the despair of being punished accordingly...

I have been reincarnated and nirvana so many times, but every time I live hard and complete a complete life course satisfactorily.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that I should help my master understand that feeling, so I happily handed him over to the police, with detailed personal information on him.

I sincerely hope that they can delay the entire trial process a little longer, so that I can stay in this world longer, and Ryunosuke can experience another kind of despair before dying a little deeper...

However, maybe I don't need to worry about this, because Ryunosuke is a serial killer who has traveled around the world, and it is not too much to call him a murderous maniac!What a mortal!

In this way, the process of collecting criminal evidence and judging the case will also be prolonged...

Well, it looks like they've found a key witness.

In order to transport Ryunosuke, I have been showing up in a physical state, and after secretly throwing my master into the police|station, I accidentally saw the figure of the boy before leaving.

He may have come to testify against Ryunosuke. When he saw me, his eyes were full of undisguised surprise.

"Big brother, I saw you appear out of nowhere from that strange magic circle... Are you an angel?" He asked me.

Ah--angels, angels, angels again!Don't you earthlings know that there are aliens in the world?

I was a little annoyed, but politely said to him, "I'm not."

After thinking about it, I added: "Angels don't have gender, you know? Being an angel will lack a lot of joy in your life, so... it's better to be a devil."

"If you haven't done it, how would you know?" He actually asked me back.

I……

I am speechless.

Tsk, so what if he was indeed reincarnated in the heavenly realm once! ...Little kid, you are annoying!

The author has something to say: This tune: I just want to try the No.1 middle school student... Just writing for fun, don't be serious with me, I'm already lying down! _(:з」∠)_

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