The curse spirit always wants to push me to the throne

Christmas Eve is a lot colder than usual this year.

As long as there is a slight gap, the biting cold wind can penetrate into the clothes and make people shudder, and the liquid will soon turn into cold and hard ice when it is exposed to the air.

The most terrible thing is that winter is very difficult for a person in poor health. The cold wind inhaled by the tip of his nose irritates his lungs, which are already on the verge of being scrapped. The qi took away the little heat in the body, and every breath seemed to be wandering on the verge of hell.

Just to survive is so painful.

Whenever Ryunosuke Akutagawa was tortured by illness in winter, he always thought about dying. At least a quiet death would not cause illness. It would be even better if he could die in a deep sleep without pain.

A boy who is naturally devoid of emotion, even has little desire to survive.

But he can always survive the cold winter safely, because he has a group of companions, a group of people keep each other warm, and drag the sick and weak boy tenaciously into this cruel and beautiful world.

So he wanted to live again.

In this world, children in slums who are being hurt and robbed by adults have nothing but life and companions. He and his companions showed their fangs.

But today, it seems that everything has been turned upside down.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke encountered a little trouble on the way back to the stronghold. He came back late, coupled with the cold weather, and his sense of smell was slow. It was not until the moment he stepped into the stronghold that he realized the cold silence inside and the pool of blood in the snow. .

"elder brother……"

Of the nine boys and girls, only Gin Akutagawa, who was seriously injured and escaped, and Shigeo Kageyama, who did not return from the purchase.

At that moment, for the first time, strong hatred surged in the heart of the boy who was naturally indifferent.

After taking his sister to a safe place, Akutagawa couldn't restrain himself any longer, and turned to pursue the murderer regardless of his sister's persuasion.

All the fatal injuries in the stronghold were caused by the same bullet, and the firearms were discarded in the center, like a grandiose provocation by the murderer.

Akutagawa recognized the gun, it was the weapon most used by the foreign mercenary forces he wiped out not long ago, so the identity of the murderer surfaced, he was an avenger, and now he turned Akutagawa into an avenger.

Akutagawa also knows where he will go, there is no more suitable place for revenge than that mansion.

When he arrived there, the first thing he saw was the leader standing at the door with his back turned to his leader. Akutagawa's eyes turned red instantly, and Rashomon instantly turned the hem of his clothes into a blade to take off the enemy's head.

At this moment, a man blocked by the figure of the leader suddenly made a move and grabbed Rashomon's blade with his bare hands. Akutagawa Ryunosuke was startled, and before he could react, the effect of Rashomon had disappeared.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke: "..."

He had never encountered such a strange thing before, and suddenly he withdrew from a state full of hatred, staring blankly at the boy in black who suddenly appeared.

"Don't worry." Osamu Dazai put one hand on the leader's shoulder. His wrist was slender and wrapped with a bandage. It looked fragile, but it made the tall leader unable to move.

"Let me introduce myself, I'm Osamu Dazai."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke's pupils shrank.

This name has been known to everyone in the dark world recently. The youngest cadre of the port mafia, the evil spirits entangled in his body, and the blood on his hands are appalling.

"Although he is an insignificant scum, this person is still from our Hong Kong/Black people." Osamu Dazai slowly examined the boy who looked like a vengeful ghost in front of him.

Good ability, but too impulsive, after polishing it can be regarded as a diamond.

He made such a judgment in his heart. Although he didn't fully meet his requirements, his immediate subordinates were always looking for him. Compared with those in the port mafia, this young man was barely qualified.

"Those who kill Hong Kong/Black members will surely pay the same blood and be hunted down by Hong Kong/Black forever, unless it is an internal conflict within the organization."

Akutagawa understood what he meant.

"it is good."

This body is like the boundless duckweed, already a vengeful ghost crawling out of hell, after complete revenge, it doesn't matter who this body serves.

Rashomon started again, this time Osamu Dazai didn't stop him, a black light flashed, the leader lost his life before he could make any sound.

"Welcome--"

Osamu Dazai's words suddenly stopped.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke looked at him blankly, suddenly realized something, and turned to look in the direction he came from.

……

What Akutagawa didn't know was that Shigeo Kageyama came back not long after he left.

His body was still covered with snow and mud, and the scarf was left where it was just now, revealing the bruises on his neck without covering it. He looked very embarrassed, and he was carrying two large bags in his hand.

There was a sharp pain in his throat, but Mob was not in the mood to care about it now. This anticipation and joy made him ignore the silence walking along the road, and overwhelmed the faint anxiety and confusion in his heart.

Everyone is waiting for him to go back.

There will be warm lights, Shun and Kotaro will rush out to meet the bag in his hand, Akutagawa sister will follow behind Akutagawa, and finally Hanabi sister will come out and look at him with a smile, and touch his head.

Tick

It's going to be a warm Christmas Eve.

Tick

The fantasy dissipated before the eyes, and the icy wind tore apart the cruel reality.

Before Shigeo Kageyama came to his senses, tears had subconsciously flowed down, and his eye sockets widened in vain.

why?

His eyes swept across the cold corpses in the stronghold, blood stained every face he knew.

Why does this happen?

At this moment, the scenes of the slums flashed through Shigeo Kageyama's mind quickly, the children who robbed wild dogs, the teenagers who were robbed by adults, human traffickers, and foreigners with elite weapons.

【Anger 50%】

The law of the jungle is the rule here.

Is this the reason, is this the reason Huahuo and the others had to be killed?

But they obviously worked so hard to survive and shine in this hell, but they were really killed here in the end.

Countless negative emotions are tearing at Shigero Kageyama's heart crazily. The violent torrent pours in, pulls, fills, and overflows unreasonably.

[anger] [despair] [killing intent] [regret]

What is this emotion———

【100%——200%——555%——】

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[? ? ? %】

The child fell asleep, and the monster woke up.

At that moment, the extremely strong super power swept everything around, tore the air, oppressed the earth, and all the surrounding backgrounds lost their original colors.

Only in the center, the heart-shattering Demon God was born in this world for the first time.

No one knows where Shigeo Kageyama's superpowers come from, and no one knows where the limit of his potential is. The little monster that can easily destroy all civilizations on the surface of the earth is hidden under the ordinary shell, which is both protection and voluntary restraint.

Until this moment, the desperate negative emotions awakened 【? ? ? %】