I have become stronger, but also shorter [comprehensive]

Eric's hero name was finally figured out before the deadline.

He is still not sure if he really wants to be a so-called "hero".

This term, in the current world, is an undoubted shining star.

Everyone yearns for heroes, because heroes have powerful power that ordinary people cannot catch up with. They maintain social order and protect people's safety, and they deserve to be deeply respected as guardians.

The environment is like this, he has understood something from the beginning of waking up, and now it is just further deepened.

As long as you stay in this place, you can't get around the "hero".

Not to mention the people around him, the friends he knows, are all heroes and people who want to be heroes.

Before entering the door of Xiongying High School, you should be aware of it.

What this choice means is not only for him to abide by the school's rules and restrain his temper. Naturally, there are more important hidden meanings.

—Whether you want to fully integrate into it.

Eric always had a strange feeling.

He has a subtle sense of familiarity with the ubiquitous "heroes", but he can't erase the cold rejection that seems to rise from the depths of his soul.

Familiar, but not close.

It seemed that he was quite close to him once, but it had nothing to do with him, and he suddenly felt unhappy for no reason.

"I guess, have you been greatly stimulated?"

Xu found something, and Saitama said such a sentence.

A chaotic arm wrestling ended, and Saitama and Erik's friendship returned.The two of them sat cross-legged facing each other, meditating together.

"Because I was too stimulated, I lost my memory. This plot should be quite reasonable?"

Reasonable is reasonable.But after finishing speaking, it was directly rejected.

"impossible."

Eric didn't hesitate.

It's true that he has amnesia, but his intuition is still there, and he lost his memory because of mere stimulation-it's too shameful!

There are other reasons for sure. It should not be surprising that there are some pasts that I still care about even if I lose my memory.

"Why is that?"

"Ask me now, and I don't know."

Eric seems less impatient and impatient about finding what he lost at the beginning, but it's not that he doesn't want to keep looking.

"You must have been a big shot before."

There were only a few clues, so Saitama simply started to guess by himself.

"Well, for sure."

Eric remembered the title he had vaguely heard in his dream.

"You have quite a few people who admire you, and you have quite a few friends."

"Well."

Eric didn't forget that in his dream, there was a scene in which he was enthusiastically surrounded by false shadows. People came and went, and they could only see their bright eyes, which contained longing.

The lively atmosphere, even if it is covered with dreams, can be deeply felt.

He thought he had never been the type to like noise and complication.

But unexpectedly, the scene in the dream made him feel the comfort he had never experienced before, and when he woke up and thought about it, he would be so moved.

"Of course, no matter whether I have friends or not, I must have quite a few followers."

Eric wanted to speak in a disapproving tone.It's just that the feeling of arrogance is there, but it can't suppress the satisfaction in the words.

"Hey, I'm so envious."

Seeing the expression of the silver-haired boy couldn't help but smile, Saitama pondered for a moment, but he wasn't jealous at all, instead he felt a little happy.

Therefore, he cheered up a little more, brushed away the broken pieces of the table in the great war, and began to speculate actively.

Saitama (seriously): "You must have been very handsome before you were influenced to look like this. Ah, just imagine, with silver hair and golden eyes, it's too cheating to use such a different setting!"

Eric (upgraded from moderately satisfied to very satisfied, but he won't admit it): "Hmm, well, that's it."

Speaking of this, remembering that his friend seemed to care about his flowing silver hair that he had but never had, Eric, who was no longer angry at this time, had a broad heart and did not forget to comfort him: "Black hair is also good, don't tell me, You have to give up!"

"Eric...!"

The friendship between men is so pure.

As if enthusiasm flowed through his heart, Saitama was successfully inspired.

That's right, Eric can firmly believe that he can grow taller, and he doesn't want the possibility of his height not recovering at all, so what reason does he have to give up lightly?

The man who rekindled the fire of hope closed his eyes and raised his head, sighing in a long voice: "A strong and broad-minded man like you, Eric, is really different from me. It is estimated that you are not only a big shot, but someone who has done something. A great cause requires a heroic hero!"

"Here it goes again, although I agree with your evaluation, but the hero——"

——It is more appropriate to you, a real hero, in fact, there is no one at all...

Eric was going to say that.

But the follow-up was obvious, his voice stopped suddenly, and his face froze for a moment.

After "fundamental", what is it?

The chatting on a whim unexpectedly became the lead that brought back memories that hadn't rippled for a long time.

It is not simply to let the calm and stagnant water wave, the water splashes crack, and the broken water droplets seem to fall gently, but it arouses thousands of ups and downs.

— at all, no one...

At this moment, the silver-haired boy's pupils were lighter than usual.

— what is the sound.who is it.What are you talking about?

His thoughts fell into the darkness composed of countless fragments, and he couldn't escape for a while.

noisy.

Gathering from all directions, the noisy sound seemed to explode in the brain!

Eric heard the uproar in what was really only a brief moment of trance.

There are no people moving around, and no moving shadows can be seen as far as the eye can see, so where do these voices mixed with wailing, which seem to be the essence of hatred, come from?

……yes.

Soon, I realized it.

I don’t know when I was here—oh, it should be said, “he” was already here.

What I saw before my eyes was a road of no return paved with layers of corpses.

The wreckage couldn't speak, but stretched out its broken torso, trying to block the way forward.Blood flowed, flooding the wilderness that was once considered a road, and the unwilling but timid Wraith roared at the edge of the sea of ​​blood...

But it couldn't stop it.

The man with silver hair and golden eyes was drenched in blood, and he trampled the corpses all over the floor without hesitation.

noisy.

Even noisier!

The untraceable noise broke through the barriers of time and space that should never have been broken.

Maybe it's because the fear of [a certain person]... is only fear!Even today, thousands of years later, it cannot dissipate, and it is still wandering and shouting.

Through flickering fragments.

Eric saw the "self" in an unknown time.

The man is smiling.

Yes, from the starting point where no light can be seen, to a place that is more like the end, "he" can still laugh.

It is very similar to a scene that first appeared in a dream.

The blood polluted the silver hair that was supposed to be like cold jade, and even polluted the face that was also too fair and bloodless.

The broken sword and broken arrow still remaining in the flesh and blood were pulled out indifferently and thrown into the pool of blood.He stepped across the sea of ​​blood, and the undead disappeared because of his appearance. The bone claws of the skeleton at his feet shrank and stretched out, but they couldn't touch the corner of his red cloak at all.

How indifferent to treat people like dust.

How arrogantly to trample all living beings.

The time was too short for Eric to get the full information.

But he was able to have a momentary connection with the "he" in his memory, and thus vaguely realized what the "he" wanted to do at that time.

"His" joy is not fake.

That road is not without end.Instead, the end is just around the corner.

— Chi la!

Set against the background of curses of resentment that overlap into one sentence.

With the ease that only he can understand, the man stepped onto his dark throne that would be endlessly slandered and cast aside.

And that voice.

That sentence contained a curse of a name.

It seems, that is...

"Devil, king..."

"—Eric?"

Obviously, Saitama would not have thought that when he saw his friend suddenly stop talking for no reason, he asked such a question in doubt, and he just got together the most critical words.

Then he was even more puzzled to find out that his friend Eric Jun's face suddenly became uglier than before, as if he had been forced into a mouthful of the most disgusting bitter food.

Saitama: "..."

Oh no.

He is not good at alleviating the awkward atmosphere that has become inexplicably awkward.

But stalemate is not an option.

In desperation, Saitama could only dryly say: "What's wrong with you all of a sudden, you got choked? Do you want to drink water?"

Well, as expected.

As soon as this sentence came out, he received a foolish look from his friend.

"I choked on you."

"...Oh, so, then, sorry?"

"Tsk, it's okay."

The reaction of the silver-haired boy didn't seem to be all right.Looking at his face that has not fully recovered, Saitama knew it well, so he wisely stopped asking.

"Ah, I'm hungry, what's for dinner later?"

This topic change was too blunt, which naturally made Eric look more helpless.

It is true that his current mood is not very good. Although it is not in a bad state, the oppressive feeling in his chest has not yet settled, and it will inevitably cause depression in his heart.

And he didn't want to let such irritating emotions vent on his friends.

Therefore, when he closed his eyes for a while and raised his eyelids again, all the gloom that the young man revealed to the outside world was restrained, and his tone became even more flat:

"Go out and eat, I'm treating you."

Qiyu was surprised: "Are you rich?"

"Of course—it's the award I just got...remuneration!"

Saitama: "Oh? Oh."

There seems to be no problem.

Well, there is no need to worry.

"Walk!!!"

The two men who were the strongest but also poor went out happily.

seems to have forgotten something...

Oh.

Did not forget.

The name of the hero who is in trouble, Eric told the teacher in charge of this matter the next day.

Teacher Midnight was stunned for a while after listening, and then asked him: "Are you sure you want to use this name?"

"determine."

"But, well, let's not talk about anything else, the hero name you chose has some bad meanings, isn't it suitable..."

"I also want to know."

"—'Devil King', the name.

The silver-haired boy interrupted her with a gloomy expression: "Is it suitable for me?"