Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

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Unknown Power

Heart of Simma.

Don't take it personally.

Fear, fear, regret, hatred, inferiority, weakness that man has. It is roughly referred to as Simma, where the mind breaks or the mind breaks down.

- The patchwork.

Faced with such a simma, the restless space begins to change.

As the oil drops in the water, it spreads with an ominous rainbow color, and one day the dark space turns into an oddly unpaired space.

"To me."

What was unfolded was an infinite space. On a land as infinite as that size, things like manhole lids were sticking together very regularly, more than hundreds of thousands of times in the field of view.

An unimaginable scale.

There were just as many holes in the floor. They were all covered with covers.

"I didn't know there was a fucking Simma."

I stood there and looked at my delusional grandfather and said, I figured out what the lids on the floor were for.

"As you know, fear is for everyone."

- Bloop.

The delusional grandfather, who answered me, bent his back and opened his lid.

- Argh!!!!

Then a terrible scream bursts out, as if you had opened the lid at the bottom of hell. The delusional grandfather pulled out a steel tong like a sword and pushed it into the inside of the hole where the screams burst.

What came out of that tweezer.

"Arghhhh!!!!"

It was the soul of a child who screamed.

One of the souls the delusional grandfather collected so far.

The body stuck in the tweezers screamed like it was crazy and struggled to get out, but I could never get out. That's what a delusional grandfather is. He's the kind of grandfather who never lets go of a child he's caught.

"..."

The delusional grandfather looked at the child with two eyes full of joy.

- Ugh.

Like a shark, he opens his eyes wide. The nasty teeth, the palate, of course, were stuck in the base of the tongue. The delusional grandfather pushed the child into it without hesitation.

- Hot rocks.

Do you know the fate of the fruit in the grinder?

- Bloop.

It stops screaming as the blood flows through the closed lips.

- Uh-uh, uh-uh.

An unpleasant sound is sounded.

After a filthy meal, he smiled again as he looked at me, devouring a lump of blood.

"Isn't that right? Fear belongs to everyone. It wouldn't be any different if you were packing yourself brave."

"Fuck."

It's not even worth listening to.

"I'm brave, motherfucker."

There is no fear for a thousand horses.

"I have no fear."

"Ha."

When I answered, he snorted. His hair shatters and his muscular body trembles. What is so funny is that he smiles at Hickhiking.

"I am your shim."

Soon, after laughing, he raised his head and spoke again.

"It is your deepest heart."

My deepest heart.

"I am your terror."

"So what did you do?"

"Lies don't work for me... you'll see from this background."

- Tuck.

He rolls his foot and knocks on the other manhole lid.

... I nod.

"Yes."

Certainly.

That was the shape of my fear.

"I think that's obvious."

I looked at the floor again.

An infinite space, a hole and a lid that fills that space.

This was the extreme horror I had since I was very young.

As a child, parents created a delusional grandfather, a creature of fear, to simply control their child. For children who could not conceal the truth and falsehood, the words of their parents were absolute, and the delusional grandfather came into the world eating away from the false beliefs and fears of such ignorant children.

If you lie, the delusional grandfather will catch you.

If you don't listen to your parents, your delusional grandfather will catch you.

Even if I do something bad, I get caught by my delusional grandfather.

If the delusional grandfather catches him.

If you get caught by a delusional grandfather.

Never again.

I can never come back.

He will be bound by his soul forever. Hell, controlled by a delusional grandfather, is a silent space where infinite holes are pierced like a hive. After harvesting the souls of the ignorant and poor children as his tongs and hammers, he puts the abducted child in a pierced hole and closes the lid.

The closed lid will never open.

In a narrow, dark, seemingly silent space where nothing can be heard forever. We must continue our consciousness in the face of the extreme horror of eternal imprisonment.

If there is only one open case, only when the delusional grandfather opens the lid to taste the soul of a child aged in fear and despair.

Parents created these drinks as evil words, instilling primitive horror in the child, and as a result, the children fell into a soulless coconut mass trying to follow whatever their parents said. I've already taken my soul from my delusional grandfather. I surrendered to terror.

At that time, such things were encouraged. It was encouraged to live according to their parents' wishes, study according to their parents' wishes and enter a good college or become a senior official.

But it is.

I didn't want to take my soul.

My soul is my own.

My precious things that can't be taken from anyone. Even if I'm a parent, I can't control my soul. I will never be caught by a delusional grandfather.

So I've always lived on the run from my delusional grandfather.

As a child, I was such a child.

"Bad boy... a child who doesn't listen... a liar... a bunch of accidents, Kim Kat...?"

With his eyes wide open, he said in a creepy voice.

"How does it feel to be caught by this delusional grandfather after a long childhood...?"

This was the space I've been facing with nightmares since I was a child. In a nightmare, I would run away like crazy and end up being caught by him and locked in a hole forever. Ahh. I tried to run away like that and run away again, but I'm going to touch it like this.

That's what it is.

"You're a dick."

It's so pleasant.

"It was then, but now it's more fucked up."

I burst into laughter.

"But it's just funny."

I think I've been trying to get away. So I guess I finally forgot. I was facing it now as a form called Simma.

But what about this landscape?

It doesn't impress me.

Murdered delusional grandparents, those nasty holes that forever bind the souls of cursed children. There's a tong there that cuts off the soul and nothing delusional.

Not at all afraid.

Rather, it is even ridiculous.

This is just a pleasant joke.

"You are nothing but a symbol of authority and rule."

Truly, the parents of those days were the ones who had never eaten again. I couldn't even rebuild these horrible creatures to control the children according to their taste.

What the hell are you teaching the kids?

Children who have experienced such horrible stories can never grow up to be normal. It's a blurred story, but the children who are so staggered are no different from the ones who were taken from this delusional grandfather.

Fear, in turn, is born and grows by eating fear.

It's like a little boy in his youth growing up.

Fear of inadequate incision also grows together.

"And now I'm too strong to be afraid of this. After all, overcoming fear is an absolute power. No matter how scared you were in the past, you can overcome it if you build strength. That's who I am, Kim Kat."

I yelled at my delusional grandfather.

"Don't you think so, delusion?"

Let's say that.

"Hahaha... Hahaha...! Hahahahahaha!!!!"

Grandpa was delusional.

- Peep, peep!!!

Let's start clapping like he was crazy!! As the closed lids flew into the sky, the souls of the children were restrained.

- Wahahahahahahahaha!!!

The emancipated children were mad at the emancipation and shouted with a sigh.

- Sarglup.

Soon, they were all scattered with smoke.

"... Ah, you're right. That's also true."

- Ugh.

A delusional grandfather, who stopped laughing, bounced his hand as he emitted a red glow, surrounded by a tent made of children's smoke.

"Excellent. Very good. It's so great. Even if I think about it, Kim Kat is better than that, Kim Kat."

- Charak.

Because he bounced his hand.

It changes the background again.

Numerous holes disappear. Infinite space is also reduced. What appeared was the wilderness ( ). Empty and spacious fields appeared. The horizon was empty, and the ground was red, with nothing empty.

- Pa.

At that moment, the energy of divine light flows behind his back.

- Ahhhhhhh!!!

It was a very fine fragment of the ancient energy absorbed by me. I don't know how much God puts in his debris when he creates the Valkyrie, but it shines brightly like the sun and illuminates the space with light.

The delusional grandfather swung his coat on his back with the sun.

"As I always have. You've grown very well, Kim Kat."

You've been watching?

"... you've been watching?"

"Well, I've been watching."

- Mm-hmm.

He laughed yesterday at what was so much fun.

"What are you talking about?"

"It's Kim Kat. I'm you."

That's me.

"It's your heart. I've never been apart from you in a single moment. People, minds and minds are inseparable."

"What the hell..."

Somehow his words began to make sense.

"Haven't you always been through me? This" Simma "?"

"Simma."

"Yes, every shim. I've always been with you."

Simma.

Fear.

"..."

I have suffered so many Simms so far.

When you were terrified, when you saw something very horrible.

I've been afflicted with a powerful and terrible Simma every time.

"Behold, the black people who suffered in the sugar cane fields. Look, I've seen tens of millions of Congolese blacks slaughtered for failing to fill the rubber quota."

Sugar cane fields.

Innocent black people slaughtered.

Numerous cane and rubber trees began to rise in the empty wilderness.

"Argh...!"

"Argh, argh!!"

"Gwwwwwwwwww...!"

"Kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!"

Under those hateful symbols of imperialism, innocent black people who were sacrificed and enslaved to death crawled up through the earth. They began to do what evil and vicious imperialists had been forced to do all their life.

"It's terrible, isn't it, Kim Kat?"

Just like he said.

It's so horrible and cruel.

Terrible things that should never happen again.

The Western imperialists were not people.

"You've always suffered from my Simma."

"... I see."

There's this sight.

My Simma.

No, I'm not.

These are also my shims.

Simma I've always felt.

"But you immediately defeated these Sims and gained enlightenment. facing any terrible enemy, facing any mighty enemy. Kim became stronger as he overcame both such extreme physical and mental conditions."

"Aah."

That's right.

Simma is my barrier after all.

I have continued to feel them, but at the same time have gained great enlightenment as I continue to break them. The sword, the sword, and all the other difficulties would have come from it.

"Absolutely."

I once again saw the desert.

- Empty space.

Everything was gone.

Everything but the sacred sun burning behind his back was gone.

"I can't suppress my enlightenment and growth without Simma. Rather, I was thankful for my limitations and barriers."

Barriers and limitations are called breakdowns.

Thank you rather for telling me where it is.

I've lived like that.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm here."

- Fuchh...

My delusional grandfather laughed.