I have become stronger, but also shorter [comprehensive]

Eric didn't expect that what he caught was a kid.

It's easy to see that he has always been tolerant of women and brats, as if he was born with more patience with these two groups of people.

However, it also depends on the situation.

Bad boys who messed with him were not included.

Because of this, Eric was only stunned for a moment at the beginning, and then the waves in his eyes dissipated, and he returned to the cold dead silence without any emotion.

"No one taught you that even if you want to die, you have to find the right person? Brat."

Not very patient at all, and Ni Lin, who was actually easy to guess, was stepped on by this bastard in his hand.

Not only stepped on a few feet, but also crushed it with the sole of the shoe fearlessly.

Still the same sentence - who gave him the courage?

"—uh! Uh, uh, uh!"

He was caught before he could react, and the leader of the enemy alliance, who was still tightly held by the neck, made a sound of suffocation.

The dead handle wooden hanging can only fall to the ground.

The silver-haired boy didn't look at him separately, as if he didn't exist at all, but the pressure added was real.

The feeling of being treated like air brought great humiliation, causing the confused teenager to widen his bloodshot eyes with a ferocious face.

The plan that was thought to be sure to succeed turned out to be a complete failure before it even started.

What went wrong?

Sigang Muhang couldn't figure it out.

His plan may not be perfect, there are some immaturities.

However, the main reason why he implemented it so calmly and firmly believed that he would never miss it was that the enemy alliance consciously found Eric's "truth".

They had investigated Eric, of course.

Long before the sports festival, the enemy alliance, which was still lurking in the dark, noticed the existence of the silver-haired boy. The opportunity was the silt incident whose details were deliberately concealed.

Leaving aside his strength, the various traits displayed by the young man named Eric show that he is the most suitable candidate to step into the darkness and launch the heaviest blow to this hypocritical society.

The reasons have already been stated and will not be repeated here.

The enemy alliance's investigation of Eric is quite in-depth. The more they find out, the more determined they are to use him as a blade and pull him into the alliance.

So, why.

As a person who also received pressure from the hero society, why would he——

"..."

In the process of struggling in vain, Sigangmuhang suddenly remembered.

Before this plan was implemented, someone stopped him.That person was his teacher.

Originally, Sigang Mudiao shouldn't ignore the opinion of his most respected teacher, but because of the special situation this time, he couldn't help being impulsive when he was still very immature.

"That young man is very talented. Yes, I didn't expect that there would be such a special young man—don't worry, Hang, you are my only disciple, but Eric, you must take it for your own use."

The teacher's joy does not seem to be fake, but it is an excitement that has never been revealed before.

Sigang Muhang remembered all these details in his heart, and couldn't help clenching his teeth, clenching his fists loudly.

His psychology has long been distorted and collapsed. When he thought of the teacher's appreciation for others who are not himself, anger and panic filled his chest, and he almost burst out of his flesh and blood.

"Master! I can't stand this guy—"

"You can't keep calm again. As the leader of the enemy alliance, the man who will bring great surprises to the world in the future, you have to continue to train."

"I……"

Although he received the teacher's comfort and guidance, Sigang Muhang still couldn't feel at ease.

He tried his best to follow the teachings, suppressed the restlessness and boredom in his heart, and started planning the next step of the enemy alliance's activities. He also wanted to take this opportunity to win over Eric, whom the teacher admired.

However, after all, he couldn't hold back completely.

Sigang Muhang was quite displeased with Eric, so that he became impatient.

He pushed this opportunity too quickly, and for the first time, he didn't heed the teacher's advice that "it's not the time yet, don't make direct contact with Eric".

The aggressiveness and jealousy directly led to the failure at this time...

No.

Even without the above personal factors, no matter how well prepared you are, the result will not be any different from this time!

"Snapped!"

Eric's feet stepped on the palm of the human protruding from the hidden shadow.

A scream sounded from there, and the bones of the palm that were fixed made a crisp sound one after another, as if the phalanx had been directly trampled off.

He still didn't lower his head to look, his eyes retracted from the distance where he didn't know where to focus, and a strange light seemed to flash away from his golden eyes.

"Teacher? Oh, you also have a teacher."

Hearing the sound of the dead handle wood hanging intermittently, Eric's expression remained unchanged, but he said slowly: "It seems that your teacher didn't teach you the most important thing."

At any rate, when he spoke, he let go of his hand, and he didn't really let the villain kid die cruelly.

But this doesn't mean to let these bastards go.

The little ghost threw it on the spot, just fell into the black shadow where his palm was stepped on, and immediately sank into it, obviously passing through the black shadow and reaching another space.

Without hesitation, Eric stepped in and followed to the other side.

After confirming that the fast food restaurant was not affected, and with that barrier as a barrier, he can safely go there to deal with the bastards who are making trouble again and again.

——The performance show of the enemy alliance has not had time to render the gorgeous colors, and they were in a panic in the stronghold, and they were in bad luck.

First, he was frozen into an ice sculpture from a long distance, unable to move his whole body, and could only watch the dead handle wooden hanging being dragged away by that terrifying guy.

then.

Their heads, dead handle wood, came back.

It was thrown back like flour dough.

At last.

That person actually followed him!

He didn't have the "sense of crisis" of entering the base camp of the villain army, or he came to the enemy's lair, so he should at least be more nervous.

He regards this place as a place where he can come and go as he pleases than his own home.

No matter what extraordinary personalities the villains who have not shown to the public at this moment have, whether they are tall or short, round or square, and how strong they are - they are not his opponents anyway.

The enemy's self-esteem can be ruthlessly crushed like the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves.

A dead wood hanger fell.

"Snapped!"

"Bang Bang! Bang Bang Bang!"

"Ahhhh-"

Accompanied by cries of pain that sounded almost simultaneously.

The companions of the dead handle wood hanging were not spared, and they also fell on the floor of the speakeasy in various twisted postures.

The wine rack behind the bar was hit by a flying human body, and the expensive wine bottles on the rack were immediately broken. Small pieces of glass fell in an uproar, and the wine in the bottle leaked out of the crack.

The transparent liquid with a mellow aroma spilled on the ground, but unexpectedly, what splashed on the ground were solidified ice crystals, like blooming ice flowers.

When he smelled the scent of wine instantly permeating the air, the silver-haired boy was twisting the arm of a damned guy, thinking whether to swing him against the wall or simply tear his arm off.

The latter option is going to be bloody, dirty, and forget it.

Although in his extremely irritable and impatient heart, there is quite a bit of thinking about doing this.

Don't hurt others without permission, don't use abilities without authorization-these are troublesome things that are basically rules, and I don't think of them until now.

Perhaps Eric hadn't fully confirmed until now that he really didn't have the slightest psychological entanglement about killing. Instead, what he came up with seemed to be wrong thoughts such as "killing the guy who offended him is not a wrong act".

The existence of ignorance happened to be so unfortunate, which aroused the suppressed shadow in the young man's heart.

He didn't really do it, just because he finally held back and didn't want to do it anymore.

People who can breathe at this time should thank their stronghold, set up as a background with wine.

The aroma of the wine gently overwhelmed the turbidity in the air, and the young man with a cold complexion, only the astonishingly bright golden eyes regained his senses.

"..."

The tip of Eric's nose moved invisibly.

He only thought about it for 0.1 second, and then he threw the enemy's arms and people to the wall, and nailed them into hedgehogs with ice picks.

Of course, it wasn't the wall with the wine rack nailed here.

With the help of the dim light that seemed to be slightly stained, the silver-haired boy crossed the bar, using someone's "corpse" as a pedal, raised his head, and glanced at the dazzling array of wine bottles, he was really sure target.

It was the bottle of wine that had a break in the body but was frozen before all the wine inside was wasted.

Eric reached out, took it off, and took the surviving wine glass casually.

He smashed the wine bottle from the gap where the gap appeared, and poured the liquid into the intact glass from the uneven gap.

"...Well, it's not bad."

With the mess everywhere as the background, most of the boy's face was covered by shadows, and he could only vaguely see it. He half-closed his eyes, and the coldness that had appeared before temporarily faded away, and he looked quite satisfied.

He adjusted his emotions and stopped caring about the group of people who aroused his anger.

"..."

"Shouldn't you kill us?"

Here, too, someone can speak inappropriately.

The one who spoke was the only woman here, and she looked like a girl who was about the same age as Izuku Midoriya and others.

From the moment Eric appeared, she saw him without resistance, nor did she try to struggle like others, so she was treated better than others.

At this moment, his hands and feet were locked by ice, and he was lying on the ground in a state of embarrassment, unable to move.

And this lucky girl actually insisted on picking at this moment, as if she didn't know what to do and said:

"Why did you stop? Then the real killing intent—yes, it's not an illusion, I really felt it, it was so cold that I thought I was going to die like this."

"Now, Eric."

The expression on the girl's face did not show any fear, only pure curiosity: "Why don't you do it? I know, you, obviously don't mind."

Wouldn't mind if there was blood on it.

Wouldn't mind if you had to kill an enemy that really pissed you off.

Under the daylight, his essence covered by the harmless and even childish environment around him does not matter whether it will be exposed at this moment.

Eric naturally disdained to answer the enemy's questions.

He drank some of the wine that was still in his taste here, and waited until a huge alarm bell broke through the barrier of the building and came to the innermost part.

It was only at this time that he threw the glass with the wine in his hand behind him, causing the glass to shatter together with the ice.

Although I couldn't relieve my anger in the end, I still gained a lot from this trip.

The old lair of the enemy alliance was discovered, and the police wiped out this group of dangerous people, and they have been detained in the police station for the next interrogation.

The informant was nowhere to be seen.

In other words, the other party did not report the case directly at all.It was a professional hero who noticed a strange gunpowder smoke above a certain building and heard a violent roar, and rushed here just now, and found the prisoner lying on the ground.

According to the messy handwriting note left at the scene, it was written that this group of people was the culprit who created the chaos in Hosu City, and the police were shocked to find out the truth.

However, the subsequent interrogation did not go well.

Not only did the entire enemy alliance refuse to cooperate with the police's inquiries, but the unknown boy who was the leader reacted insanely, ignoring the police at all, as if thinking that even if they were arrested this time, nothing would happen.

Even stranger.

This group of people actually didn't mention a word about the unsung hero who knocked them down and reported him indirectly.

Only in the most tightly locked cell, the yelling mixed with laughter revealed some superficial messages that made the listeners shudder:

"Not reconciled...not reconciled, hateful, hateful, hateful—but, teacher, you are really right!"

"That guy, at least for now, can't be controlled... He is 'the same kind' as us, there is nothing wrong with that, nothing wrong!"

"It just takes patience."

"Wait for him and 'awaken' yourself. Heh...hahahahaha!"

--boom.

The valve is closed, blocking out the unexplained laughter.

……

— Boom, boom.

When the five fingers of the hand were tightened and made a fist, there was such a crisp sound between the knuckles.

On the side of the road, the silver-haired boy lowered his eyes slightly, staring at his right hand, which was slowly repeating the fist-making movement.

The fingers are clenched, stretched out, and then continue to be retracted.

The palm that came into view was in line with the shape of a teenager, with slender joints, and was more than a circle smaller than the palm of an adult.

His complexion is still so white, the palm lines in his palms are almost unclear, and there is no vivid blood color, and every detail looks cold.

Only one thing remains the same.

That is, this seemingly slender hand contains an unimaginably terrifying destructive power.

"Tsk."

After the voice of unknown emotion came out of his mouth, Eric withdrew his gaze and put his hands in his pockets.

He looked straight ahead and took steps simultaneously.

Returning directly to Hosu City without using the ability is because of some relaxation.But it was undeniable that Eric's mood was not as calm as it appeared on the surface.

In fact, he really didn't want to admit it, but escaping was an act of weakness that he couldn't accept.

So, just admit it.

The rambunctious words of the bastards who have almost forgotten by now, there were indeed a few sentences among them, which inexplicably collided with Eric's chest, making it still uncomfortable and painful.

He was reminded.

Whether it is to escape or ignore is not feasible, after all, sooner or later, you will face this problem.

——He had to look at his former 'self' from the fragments of memory that he recovered from time to time.

What kind of man was "Eric"?

He had gotten too few clues before, and he had never thought about them.

"Eric"'s real name might not be that at all, no, it should be said, definitely not that.

"He" seems to have been a king, and was also called the devil king by countless people. Some memory fragments that emerged earlier showed a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, which also confirmed the actions of the "devil king".

——Is this the hand that took the lives of countless people?

In the process of indifferent scrutiny, he thought this way, and as expected, there was no wave of shock or horror in his heart.

I tend to be more calm like, "Oh, it's not surprising at all."

Evil, cruel, notorious... and other words can be superimposed with the title of "devil king", and they all fall on Eric who has not recovered his memory at this time.

Eric thought again.

It seems that with these labels, he personally has no discomfort or resistance.

but.

Just a little weird.

He inexplicably felt a stick in his throat, as if these "facts" were also mixed with disgusting things that he subconsciously never wanted to acquiesce to.

It's okay to admit that you are not a good person.

All the clips obtained so far push him in the direction of the villain, as if a step too late will lead to unwanted consequences, so he is extremely impatient.

However, it backfired.

Before he accepted it indifferently, he suddenly didn't want to admit it so simply.

No evidence of "innocence" could be found.

Because, "Eric" did have blood on his hands that couldn't be erased.

Fleeting fragments of memory pop up unexpectedly as he sweeps the bar.

This time, the scene that seems to be related to "death" has no cause and effect as usual, and it fades away very quickly.

It can be roughly divided into several parts.

The part that appeared first was still the familiar scene that had surfaced several times.The blood-soaked man was on the battlefield, and what he stepped on was the corpse of the enemy.

Even if there are thousands of troops, the strength of ordinary people is like a mantis in front of him, and there is no other ending except death.

Then, just in a daze, the man wrapped in a black cloak stepped on the dry yellow sand, his silver hair and most of his face were covered by black shadows.

The place where the man was at that time was even darker, it seemed to be a narrow secret passage—or in other words, a tomb passage hidden underground?

The mummy wrapped in dirty white cloth was discarded at the corner of the tomb, and the man stepped on the head of a human who was screaming something.

The hood that covered the silver hair fell off, and his golden eyes were full of raging storms, and hatred had already ignited the anger in the pupils.

Thus, the end of that human being has come.

It is certain that when killing this person like an ant, the man has absolutely no mercy or hesitation.

After that...

There are also killing scenes similar to this one, but they all flicker so fast that it is too late to find out the reason.

too weird.

Strange—this thought came to Eric's mind at this moment.

The front is full of blood and the gray color brought by death, but at the end, when the memory fragments end.

The background is still gloomy, but the previous pattern is no longer pursued.

The scene in the last scene seemed exceptionally peaceful and peaceful.

That's right, it is "tranquility".

The dead man was lying on the bed in front of the man, the hand holding his silver hair just slipped from the hair, and fell powerlessly on the side of the bed.

From the perspective of the man in his memory, he couldn't see the face of the dead person clearly. Even the figure of the third person in the room who should have been with them at that time could barely see the hem of the other person's clothes that was also illuminated by the darkness.

strangeness.

too weird.

Could this series of episodes come from a completely different and especially distant time?

In the most bloody picture, the man is completely indifferent to death, with only a little bit of joy that seems to be about to be liberated.

Pushing forward bit by bit, Eric could vaguely realize that this is the man from his past, and his mood has been changing.

From indifference, to anger, to the last...

sad!

No amount of anger, hatred, or disgust can compare to the grief I felt at that moment.

Only when the man who died in the most peaceful way leaves him, does he grieve so hard that his heart is torn apart.

Understood.

The man does not know how long time has passed, and he has always been closely connected with "death".

He is not a "nice guy".

So, he is the absolute "villain"?

"..."

Eric didn't know either.

But he has a clear realization.

It really is that feeling: everything he knows now, including "him" himself, must make him admit a certain "truth".

Really, there is no reason to refute.

Well, he—

"Admit it!"

The silver-haired boy's expression changed obviously, instead of being slightly dazed, it became more than sneering and determined.

He twitched the corners of his mouth, his gaze was hot, and his vicious voice was a warning to his "self" in the past: "Who am I, can only be decided by the present me!"

Eric, indeed, is a person so arrogant that even "myself" won't be convinced.

Even if everyone—including the "he" in the past, tell him that you are not the same as the so-called "hero" and should do what you should do.

He listened to it, he wouldn't believe it at all.

Because he just felt that it was impossible for him to kill innocent people without reason and turn the world upside down.

Want to pull him to the level where he can only destroy society with stupid brats?

"I'm going to laugh to death!"

After laughing, Eric wiped away all the remaining doubts in his heart.

It's not suitable for him to think about this and that, and it's in vain to trouble himself.At this time, you only need to follow your heart and "do what you want to do".

then.

The shivering boss, wrapped in the only two quilts in the store, finally saw the "refrigerator" outside defrost before turning into a human-shaped popsicle.

Boss: "Ah, ah, ah——Ah-choo!!!"

After sneezing earth-shatteringly, the boss looked up and saw the young man who appeared at the door. He didn't complain, but just smiled heartily pretending to be innocent:

"Come on."

"Look at you, I haven't had an accident yet, why did you cry first?"

"Who cried?"

Surprised, Eric raised his hand subconsciously, but unexpectedly touched the moisture under the corner of his eyes.

Oh.

It was then.

The grief that emerged from the death of the person whose face and identity he did not know also infected him in reality.

I got it.

But he paused and thought again, too lazy to explain so much.

"The billboard at the door is broken, has anyone looked for you?"

"It's a friend I knew before... Forget it, let's sit down and talk slowly."

The boss stood up tremblingly and stretched his muscles.

"Would you like milk?"

"Do not."

"Would you like some porridge?"

"Not interested in."

"Well... then, how about some fried chicken?"

"eat."

"okay!"

The fried chicken was hot out of the pan, the boss put the plate on the table and brought two more chairs.

"It's time to tell a story. Oh, no, something big seems to be going on outside, Eric, why don't you go and have a look?"

"Need not."

Eric took a bite of fried chicken, and his whole body seemed to be a little lazy, without lifting his eyelids:

"With Saitama here, all the things over there are left to him."