Shura's Prisoner

"(Comprehensive comics) Shura's Prison Bird" Author: Fallen Wind

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Meeting you was destined to be a mistake

The wind that comes at dawn is laughing at the tears of nostalgia

Love has already evolved into a longing that has become a habit

Eager to inject light into the world

But as the buried dream is gradually tarnished

In the deep sea of ​​killing, the bright white color is gradually annihilated

Carefree days are far away

The memory fragments in my arms cut myself

Let the wound be red, rot and fester

sigh for lack of strength

Where do you think you can escape in anger?

But I didn't realize that the final chapter intertwined with you is coming

I wake up in the middle of the night when it's just me

Hearing the song of requiem played at the end of sin

A moment to remember eternity

Reasons gentler than tears fall to the sky

I pray that the last language of love is not parting...

The body is in love with silence, but the soul is in love with noise.When the two become one, the sinner who committed the crime appears...

To put it bluntly, this is a bit of an abusive cultivation story... Also, thank you very much for the cover made by Paris Tangerine! !

The words written in the front: If you want to be a bully or prepare to be a bully, if your psychological quality is not good enough, please don't force yourself, this article is hard to say.The heroine is absolutely powerful.The characters in the original work [maybe] will be distorted and destroyed due to the plot.Please be careful.Those who don't want to watch the previous plot can start watching directly from the strange and good, and the previous parts are all prequels.I wanted to put it in the story, but it would be confusing, so I wrote it ahead of time.

A certain wind has repeatedly assured that this article is absolutely not cheating, but if there is no message along the way, it is hard to say that it will suddenly become a dark and abusive article.If there is still a dead silence, please don't blame Moufeng for breaking his promise.

※On October 09, 10, this article was officially unfinished!The so-called warning is not used as a view for everyone.

The background music is "Cang no エーテル" by Ai Nakajima (also known as: Blue Ether. There is another version of this music, which is Maaya Sakamoto)

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Content tags: Death Hunter, childhood sweetheart, tutor

Search keywords: Protagonist: Change with the situation...┃Supporting role: ┃Others: Grim Reaper, Hunter, Tutor, Psychic

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Wedge X Meteor Street X Monster

Events initially started with a mountain of trash.

The overwhelming garbage buried everything.

Including after abandonment, burial, death

Every utensil emits a strong stench due to long-term disposal.Here, there are things that have been abandoned by anyone.Garbage, weapons, corpses, babies... whatever you throw here, the residents here will take it all.

Meteor Street, this is a place where everything can be discarded.And here, even the gods have forgotten

The land area of ​​Meteor Street is about the same as that of the Rabbinian Republic, with a population of about 800 million.Meteor Street was already a waste accumulation area 1500 years ago.Officially, this is no man's land, so even if the baby is abandoned here, there is no need to register a national number and physical data.

No one knows how the residents there live, what education they receive, and what they believe.Living in this special environment naturally produced a lot of masters.It is said that the residents there rely on collecting waste for recycling to make a living, and the underworld people provided them with heavy metals and weapons in order to recruit talents.

We don't deny anything, but please don't take anything away from us.

This is the bible and the only motto of everyone on Pop Street.

Every day, all kinds of things are discarded here, and any discarded things can be found here.Including abandoned, a part of life: photos of couples torn apart, baby corpses abandoned by their mothers, proof of friendship abandoned by friends...

For the people on Meteor Street, these are not rubbish, but their treasures and property that they picked up.Discarded items will take on a certain part of the owner's life, and the people on Meteor Street keep these fragments of life in their bags to remember and make up for some of the emotions they can't get.So these are not rubbish to them, but treasures.

Meteor Street is such a place, mixed with the regrets and sighs of too many people.But now, they are not even willing to give alms to God with a sigh, and they are so stingy that even God can no longer make them sing in mourning.

today too

The oppression that the endless sky can't hide can't be buried, it's so heavy that people can't breathe.The gloomy clouds oppressed the sky, and in the dark night, it was so quiet that even breathing ceased to exist.Only the lonely cry tore through the dark night.

The baby cried desperately to prove its existence.

Not long after the baby was born, human beings named after the family gathered in one place, frantically discussing the next step.

Disputes, debates, yells, all kinds of noises hovered and intertwined, and finally suspended over this ancient family, becoming a funeral song of mourning.

In the end, everyone decided to discard the piece of meat together with the cradle.Abandoned in a world that accepts everything, is cruel, corrupt, and forgotten!Let all traces of this baby's existence be buried, obliterated!Let her be forgotten, let her die here!It seemed like this would cut off all ties with her!

It was the child's grandmother who abandoned the baby here at this time.At this time, there was no sympathy or pity in the eyes of the old man, but disgust.As if touching this child for a second longer, his hands would fester.Perhaps in her view, what was breathing in her arms was not a granddaughter or a person, but just a dangerous piece of meat.At this time, the old man suppressed the stench and discarded the cradle deep in the garbage dump.

The cradle was placed randomly, and the relieved old man was about to turn around and leave.

After walking a few steps, he stopped suddenly.After thinking about it, he seemed to think that this was inappropriate, so he returned to the child, picked up the crying baby, and coaxed the child into a deep sleep.Seeing that the child fell asleep, the old man took out a hand, gathered his own energy in the palm, and placed it behind the baby.

"Don't hate us. We just chose justice. Monsters are not allowed to be born from the beginning! Blame God for giving you this power!"

After all, embed the heat flow into the baby's body.

Immediately, a strong air gushed out from the baby's body!It gushes out continuously like water vapor, all the way to the sky!The column of energy reaching the sky was actually erupted from this young, living life...

It seems that the endless flame of life burns even the sky.Just a baby has such energy, if you let her grow up and train her, she will definitely gain terrifying power in the future, right?

Thinking of this, the old woman couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat, and sorted out lines in her heart that she didn't know whether it was irony or praise: You really deserve to be a monster!

She pretended to be calm and put the baby back in the cradle, not regretting her decision to kill her.

Even if it is a monster, the qi of life energy will be exhausted, and a baby without self-awareness cannot restrain the loss of 'qi' at all.As long as the energy of life keeps losing, even monsters will die, right?With such a mentality in mind, the old woman finally showed a satisfied look, and left with brisk and steady steps.

However, people's calculations are always not as good as heaven's calculations.

The reason why monsters are called monsters must be because of their terrifying power, even babies are no exception, and they should not be taken lightly!And again, this is Meteor Street...

Just because she is a monster, she is destined to have a strong sense of existence, no one can ignore her!

Just because this is Meteor Street, you can't use common sense to consider

It is precisely because of the opening of the child's fine pores that she survived as a monster... Let the people of Meteor Street realize the existence of this monster...

The water droplets hidden in the clouds couldn't bear the gravitational force of the earth's center, and the fine rainwater fell and hit the earth's crust one after another.

The tiny raindrops were cold and soft, and the baby had to wake up from the teasing drops.

In the cradle, she squinted her eyes to adapt to this kind of play, and looked at the strange sky half awake and half asleep. She didn't startle or scream, but giggled because of the playful itching.Without any consciousness, she looked into the depths of the darkness, maybe it was just out of instinct, as a monster should have instinct, she realized that there must be something in the darkness.

In that darkness, there was another pair of eyes staring at her.The small and long eyes are full of seductive colors, wantonly looking at the source of life energy erupting in the dark night, as if provocative.

In the confrontation of this confrontation of life, there is not the slightest noise.Except for the howling of the wind from time to time, the patter of raindrops falling, and the sound of broken footsteps from the dark side.

"Little ghost, have you... been abandoned too?" However, what answered him was still the dead silence inherent in this place.

The boy appeared stained with blood that echoed the darkness, in stark contrast to the baby's unshakable eyes.

He originally planned to search for prey at night, but was attracted by the sudden strong air current, so he found it.However, the container that releases terrifying energy is such a young and fragile life.

At this time, the boy carrying the umbrella had already walked in front of the baby, avoiding the baptism of the rain, and looked at the living things in the cradle with cold eyes.

The raindrops carefully wiped the umbrella surface with the skull pattern and merged with another liquid

The two liquids slowly slide down the umbrella ribs.In the end, the clear raindrops also became filthy, falling and flowing with sinful red.

The baby looked at the child with the evil eyes