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Chapter 75 Painting Blood and Shaping Bones
There was the muffled sound of dark clouds outside the window again, and the sky became gloomy.

Sanji Asakawa feels like a zombie dominated by his work.

Obviously he lives in the perfect Takamagahara, and his ideal is to become a painter, but driven by reality, he finally becomes an ordinary little reporter.

He's trapped in the grid the company casts, like a pathetic, mindless worker bee.

In a daze, the pattering of turbid raindrops hit the glass wall, and the scenery outside became increasingly blurry.

"It's the rainy season again."

Asakawa Sanji shook his head in annoyance and let go of the unorganized report article in his hand.

"It's decided, let's take Masako to her favorite sushi restaurant tonight."

Thinking of this, a smile appeared in the man's slightly tired eyes. Unlike himself, a social beast, his younger sister Masako Asakawa, who was studying, still had a bright future.

He leaned down and started working again, until the neon lights lit up the night, and the man straightened up, feeling a little dizzy.

At this moment, a colleague shouted from behind Asakawa Sanji: "Asakawa-kun! President Shimada has something to ask you."

"I understand." Asakawa Sanji closed the report.

Are you going to make me work overtime again... Feeling helpless, he got up and walked to the president's office.

"Excuse me." The man knocked on the door in a respectful manner.

The short and fat middle-aged man opened the door. What was strange was that President Shimada, who had always had a bad attitude in the past, was actually smiling all over his face.

"Congratulations, Asakawa-kun, you got exclusive news!"

President Shimada personally welcomed Asakawa into the room. After the two sat down, he patted Asakawa on the shoulder: "Your sister Masako Asakawa has been invited to His Highness Hirohito's palace."

At this moment, Asakawa Sanji was stunned.

He stared blankly at the president's plump face. The man opened his mouth and suddenly felt out of breath.

"Masako... why..."

"Isn't it a surprise? To sacrifice one's life for Prince Yumiya Hirohito is the highest honor!"

President Shimada didn't pay attention to the expressions of the staff. He panted and took out a suitcase from the corner. He opened the suitcase, and the whole pile of banknotes was exposed in front of Asakawa Sanji.

"This is a congratulatory gift specially sent to you by His Highness Hirohito, arranged by the Royal Military Police."

The president knocked on the box, and the potbellied middle-aged man sighed sincerely: "With this money, you can live a better life, and you can pursue great art for the company..."

Shimada opened his mouth, revealing two rows of jagged teeth that seemed stained with blood.

他 说:

——"You are really living in the happiest era, Asakawa-kun."

Asakawa Sanji did not respond for a long time.

The man held the armrest of the seat weakly, his head hanging down, as if his backbone had been ripped out.

"What's wrong with you? Asakawa-kun?"

The president's short and fat body was still sitting where he was, but his neck stretched weirdly like a snake, and his head leaned over backwards: "Why are you unhappy?"

Asakawa Sanji trembled, and he smiled an ugly smile at the face close at hand: "I'm very sorry... I just don't feel well..."

"I see, you must have worked hard."

The president's head slowly shrank back to its original position: "You don't have to work overtime today. Go back and have a good rest."

Sanji Asakawa stood up in despair. He respectfully bid farewell to his boss, but forgot about the box full of banknotes.

He left the office, closed the wooden door, and the room fell silent.

"Asakawa-kun is really self-aware..."

Gradually, Shimada burst into ecstatic laughter from his throat.

"As a bitch from the lower city, how can you deserve to enjoy His Highness the Prince's gift..."

He stretched out his hand and hugged the box in front of him tightly. The middle-aged man buried his head in it, breathing in the aroma of ink greedily and intoxicatedly.

"My... everything is mine..."

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Today's weather is extremely cold.

Sanji Asakawa did not hold an umbrella. He let the cold raindrops wet his hair and coat. The man clutched the wine bottle and staggered on the street in front of the apartment.He slumped in front of the door.

"I'm back... Masako..."

Asakawa Sanji murmured and inserted the key into the keyhole. The man opened the door with expectant eyes, only to find that the home that used to be warmly lit was dark and silent.

He just knelt down in front of the door. The man hugged the wine bottle and briefcase, and he began to sob sadly.

"Masako...will definitely be happy..."

"Unfortunately, no."

Someone from deep in the room let out a cold laugh.

Sanji Asakawa's expression froze suddenly. The next moment, he was lifted up by his collar. Before Sanji could scream in surprise, he received a heavy punch in the stomach.

Under the severe pain, Asakawa-kun lost his voice on the spot, and more snot and tears squeezed out of his face. The man let go of his hand, and Asakawa-sanji fell to the ground and vomited out all the soju in his stomach.

"Wake up, you wimp from the Eastern Kingdom."

Zuo Canguang avoided the pile of vomit and showed disgust: "They have robbed you of your future long ago. Masako Asakawa is already dead."

"No...you are not allowed to talk nonsense!!"

Perhaps because the alcohol was still taking effect, Asakawa Sanji, who was like mud, actually got up. With red eyes, he rushed towards the messenger of the sun: "Nothing will happen to Masako!"

Another heavy punch.

This time, Asakawa Sanji almost spit out his bile.

"As a newspaper reporter, of course you know the fate of your sister, and of course you know what those vicious royal families will do."

Zuo Canguang sneered: "You just don't want to face the facts, Asakawa Sanji."

Sanji Asakawa had curled up into a ball, and the man's expression became more and more painful.

"It's so pitiful. You are obviously a talented painter, but for the sake of your sister's studies, you decided to give up school and work, and voluntarily gave up your dream of becoming a painter."

Black Sun Walker leaned down and looked carefully at Asakawa Sanji's expression: "In the end, the only relative you care about turned into the prince's sexual toy..."

The wind and rain came heavily, and Zuo Canguang laughed loudly: "Your dream is really funny, Mr. Asakawa."

"Don't insult the kind-hearted Masako...don't insult my ideal of becoming a painter..."

Asakawa Sanji tried his best to neigh hoarsely: "Please... this is my only dignity... this is all I have..."

"Kindness? Painter? Ideal? Dignity? Stop joking..."

Zuo Canguang suddenly stepped forward, grabbed Asakawa Sanji's throat, and lifted him up.

He said indifferently: "In front of the royal family and companies that dominate the upper city, you are just a bunch of bitches who use their ideals as a memorial!"

Asakawa Sanji was stunned. Gradually, his face began to distort and the corners of his mouth began to rise.

"Then kill me... then kill me!"

After all the fantasies were pulled out and crushed, Asakawa Sanji finally burst into laughter: "The only thing I can do is to curse those royal scum before I die!"

Zuo Canguang let go of his hand, Asakawa Sanji stabilized his body, covered his blue throat with difficulty, and gasped for air.

"Ha, you haven't completely lost your backbone yet."

Zuo Canguang stared at the madness in the other person's eyes, and then, in the other person's wary gaze, a ball of swaying black flame suddenly appeared in his palm.

"It's called 'Painted Blood and Shaped Bones', and it's a precious inspiration given to us by the great Black Sun from His kingdom."

Black Sun Walker laughed lowly: "Do you want to get the power of revenge? Asakawa-kun?"

Without hesitation, Asakawa Sanji, who fell into madness, snatched the precious inspiration.

The wind and rain are getting stronger and stronger, the howling rain has poured into the entrance at an angle, and dazzling lightning has streaked across the sky. In this fleeting light...

——Asakawa Sanji's face at this moment looks like an evil ghost and Shura.

He was set on fire.

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