Fukushuu Kansuisha no Jinsei Nishuume Isekaitan

There are seven bodies rolling around Yusuke Kurono.

They were badly destroyed and destroyed by him.

You can call it extermination.

There was no awareness of murder.

I couldn't have held it.

For those who turned into filth that emitted strange odors lived forever and, modestly, were garbage scum.

Now there is no shadow to see, but all seven of them were young men the same age as Yusuke, who will be eighteen this year, but their predisposition and their heavenly punishment will be overwhelmingly punished if God exists, and the number of men they have brought to death, whether directly or indirectly, exceeds one hundred graciously.

Still, they have been allowed to immerse themselves in spiciness without any punishment until that day, devouring pleasure and breathing.

Bad men under the asylum of those in power cannot be punished.

Darkness that is bound to be born in the structure of society.

A reality not so uncommon on a global scale.

But from the human being who devoured the crack by it, it is not acceptable at all.

The same was true of Yusuke.

I can't take back what they took from me, no matter what.

No matter what you do in this world, you can't get it back.

Even so, their routine continues.

The damage keeps piling up and piling up.

Someone has to end it.

It could be said that thinking so would be a normal reaction on the part of mankind with normal ethics.

Pests must be eliminated.

An unquestionable conclusion.

So Yusuke actually took five years, and that day he finally succeeded in eradicating it.

There was no sense of accomplishment.

I thought it would make me want to scream pleasure, but I didn't get any emotions.

Only loneliness, which should also be called nothingness, comes to your chest when you say you've got the results you want.

So is that.

There's no way you can get satisfaction or anything like unproductive just revenge.

Good for you.

Anyway, it served its purpose.

There are no more untrained people in this world.

There's no reason to live in this world anymore.

He sends the knife in his hand to his own carotid artery.

After that, just finish it.

"Don't you have any body?

The moment he heard such a voice, Yusuke Kurono's life was over.

If I'm not mistaken, the knife must have torn his throat.

I would have watched the red and black liquid pour out from below my vision like any other HR.

The pain didn't seem surprising.

Because the sense of reality was lost?

But.

His suicide was unsuccessful.

Or, I succeeded, but didn't die.

Yusuke is alive.

Then the next time I wake up, what the hell is he - "who"?

In the first place, what the hell does it mean that he's not dead when his life is over?

The answer is...