Genocide Reality

"Nice, I wanted to see that face of Makoto-kun."

No longer, the Shrine Temple Master smiles with a gloomy look without hiding it.

The white God sealed stone is grasped in the hand where the white gloves are fitted.

You mean you've already defeated the right one (Ta-daikaia) in some way?

Wrapped in bulletproof and blade-proof body armor, with a powerful weapon called an assault rifle, it would have been easy to defeat the right one (Ta-daikaia) that would be the area boss in the basement nineteen tiers.

"What is it, why the shrine temple, caaaa!

He was beside me, Kyung-hwa tried to approach the throne of the Shrine Temple, and was sniped by an assault rifle.

I haven't guessed, but Kyung-hwa slipped out of her hips just because she was intimidated by a shooting at her feet.

The sound and impact of the assault rifle shooting streak was intimidating enough.

This makes me feel like I'm no match for you.

The bullet in the assault rifle didn't even see my motor vision working out with Genocide Reality.

Bullets flying in at that supersonic speed are already landing when the sniper sounds this way.

This is inevitable no matter how much you improve your physical abilities.

If I were to kill you, I'd have to attack you before I could shoot you by accident.

"Whoa, don't get any closer. Though this one is overwhelming, I'm afraid of Makoto-kun when it comes to melee."

That said, the Shrine Temple laughs karakara.

That shrine doesn't have an assault rifle, but I desperately think about how I can defeat two armed escorts with an assault rifle.

I have some hands......

The premise is that the opponent is not used to handling guns.

To see the sniper on Kyung-hwa earlier, he can shoot without taking his aim off.

Where did you train to shoot? It's too irregular to be a regular high school student who can handle firearms. Assuming your opponent can shoot decently, the conditions are pretty harsh.

"Don't look so scared, let's chat, Makoto-kun. You seem to have a small mouth count when you're at a disadvantage. Shouldn't we be buying more time here?"

"Buy some time and you'll be more in your favor."

"Ha-ha-ha, that's Makoto-kun. That's the son of Ryuzaburo Makoto."

"Do you still provoke me through this period?"

Apparently, the shrine knows my father.

I would have been butchy just because I was told before, but just because I was told about my father doesn't make me so easy and furious right now.

Even so, I intend to grow a little. You can't win anything without calm in battle.

Besides, you don't have to get mad at me for this. I'm me, because I'm not a tool to be manipulated the way my father likes me anymore.

"I'm not going to provoke you, I'm not going to provoke you. I admire it."

"Praise you?

"Yes, Mahatma Wataru. Let me compliment you for doing so well. Thanks to your good work on the offense, it was easy to do even over here. Thanks to you, I used stupid students to make a lot of money in the city."

"I didn't do it for you!

"It doesn't matter what it's for. That turned out to be the case, depending on what you're thankful for. You were just a little too competent, you overdid it."

"What do you mean?"

"Huh, a little too many students left over from the calculations, huh? I was forced to take a lot of trouble convincing Vice Chairman Qihai to put all the students in the dungeon to make an intermission. In fact, if you try, it doesn't go as planned."

"Jingu Temple, you killed him!

"Isn't that right? Oh, I see you're here."

Waiting in the central square, the Seven Seas come to the room of the White Gate with their hands bracketed by rope.

Everyone was threatened with an assault rifle by the Student Council Executive Branch (SS), and they seem to have been taken.

Shuichi Nanakai screams tied up.

"Jingu Temple, what does this mean!

"Ha-ha-ha, do you still need an explanation in this situation? My mentor (Minefuller) still seems to have been a foolish leader from start to finish. If this is the case, should we rather have Mayuki as our mentor (Fuhrer)?"

That said, the Shrine Temple took his pistol out of his nose and immediately fired it at Shuichi Nanakai.

Darn and the girl around the Seven Seas screams as the gunshots echo.

"Hey, what are you doing! Shrine Temple No, no!"

"Don't move if you don't want to die! Makoto-kun, don't make a scene. I'm not a very good sniper, I may still have breath, but please stop giving me a health potion or something. Shuichi Nanakai is going to kill you anyway, so please stay dead - I'm telling you to stop!

Seven Sea Girls swan lilies (Shiratori Sayuri), who were beside the fallen Seven Seas after being shot, tried to give him a health potion, even though Jingu Temple's men were pointing assault rifles at him.

Even towards them, the shrine shot a bullet in without hesitation.

Move and they'll kill you.

No, if it's to the extent of a pistol bullet, it shouldn't die if it's a good hit.

Did the bullet happen to hit me well, Swan Xiaolii had been shot through the head and was desperate.

Still, I don't even scream. If you make a scene, you're the next one to get shot. Dry gunfire echoed, and when the Seven Seas Girls, who were beside the Seven Seas, were shot by about three people and fell, they all couldn't move.

"Great. It's quiet now"

"Jingu Temple, what are you after..."

Niya and Jingu Temple laugh at me like that.

"Finally, you seem to talk to me decently. No, it's been a long time, you've been telling me to talk to you. If we don't get this far, he won't talk to me, so I have a problem with Makoto-kun."

"I'll let you talk, so don't shoot me anymore!

Looks like it was meant to be a threat to shoot Shuichi Nanakai with a pistol.

The seven seas shot with a pistol do not even move with Picri, but there is a distance from the throne where the shrine is located to the entrance where the seven seas were located.

If it's a pistol bullet, armor protects it. Even if the hit is bad, it would be helpful if you gave him a health potion.

But assault rifles don't. If the assault rifle erected by the executive blows the fire, it could even penetrate the super steel armor.

Instead of keeping the move sealed and threatening to shoot me, it was actually a man named Jingu Temple who threatened me with a pistol.

Let's get this far.

"Huhu, let me... even in this situation, you still look just like your father, mahjong"

"Why are you talking about my father? It doesn't matter."

'Cause he's someone who has something to do with this genocide reality project.'

"Genocide Reality Plan?

Plan……, you mean this anomalous phenomenon was something that was set up from the beginning?

The shrine looks at my contemplative face with a laugh as it explores.

"Of course, it's the last time, so I'll tell you everything. Fuhaha, the boss of the gates here, was it the right one (ta deikaia)? That's exactly what I deserve to be. So to speak, I was Las Bosses."

"Please, if you want to talk, talk quickly."

"Things happened in the United States in the 1980s. Makoto-kun, you must be familiar with it, too. Was it Genocide Reality that came out in America in 1989?"

"Yes, it was a computer game at the time"

"Hey, who do you think made this game?

"Well, you're American."

"Booboo, incorrect. This Genocide Reality is made by people from different worlds. Most importantly, Genocide Reality did not yet exist at that time in 1989, but there were signs of the Creation Sacred Bankruptcy (Genocide Reality). Okay, so far, are you following me properly?

"Oh, I know. Contrary to us today, it must have been the author of Genocide Reality who moved from this world (Mundus) to our planet. The Sacrificial King of this world (Priestking) and Yao have the power to prophesy the future. My guess is, he escaped from a world destroyed by the breakdown of the Chuang-Sheng (Genocide Reality)."

"Explain! That's a brilliant comprehension. I was too absurd to understand when I first heard this Yotai story."

"Well, retro games are absurd."

"But I, the realist (realist), also changed my mind when I saw the products and supertechnology brought from the world (Mundus). Hey, do you know what a twin deficit the U.S. government had? Japan is in the middle of a bubble economy in the eighties, but what do you think was the reason America in the eighties, which was the bottom of the unprecedented Great Depression, rebuilt its economy in the nineties?

"Well, that's because the Americans did their best."

"It's useless to go out of your way and try to piss me off. Talk this far and you'll see. One reason for this was the technological innovation brought about by the new materials brought about by the transferees from the world (Mundus). If you give it an easy case to understand, it's the material used for stealth bombers and space planes. At the time, conspiracy theory was whispered that it was alien UFO technology, but it was actually a technology offering from a muscle that had no more clapping. Instead, the transferees were protected by the U.S. government."

"So, if the metaphysicians made the prophecy, the genocide reality of the game of prophecy."

"Still a good answer, Makoto-kun is quick to talk about when it comes to games. The people who made that game. He said there were one hundred and eighty-six transferees of people fleeing to our planet, including the Sacrificial King (Priestking), who had certain prophetic abilities and was connected to the Creating God of this world (Mundus). There are one hundred and eighty young men and women and six elderly people in their late teens to choose a person to survive"

"Same number as us."

"That's right. Apparently, metastatic magic has recoil, right? The genocide reality of the game made by the sacrificial king of the people (Priestking) seemed to be a sin against one hundred and eighty-six people who were going to be caught in the Creative Sacred Bankruptcy (Genocide Reality) sooner or later from Earth. If you have one person familiar with the game, you have a better chance of surviving even if you get involved"

"... oh well"

"Looks like we got it all figured out, but I'll explain. It was the Genocide Reality Project that deliberately caused this mass metastasis using a laboratory called Yurin High School."

"You're saying my father's part of the plan?

"Fixers in great politics are in charge of everything from planning to execution. When it comes to Ryuzaburo Makoto, he's also a big politician with a thick pipe for the CIA and US Republicans. Of course, one hundred and eighty high school students, and one hundred and eighty six incompetent teachers who died at the beginning, if combined. This is what happened because there's no way you can pee a plan that would kill most of these people."

"It's unscrupulous, but my father would do it..."

The shrine temples, the body suits and assault rifles held by the Student Council Executive Branch (SS), would have been prepared by my father.

The Genocide Reality Project, a metastasis experiment involving one hundred and eighty-six students and teachers from Yuji High School.

It's a humanely unacceptable experiment, but it can either kill all the people involved, or it can look like a massive disaster accident and be deluded if you seal your mouth.

A normal person would have a brutal plan that I wouldn't even think about, but my father would. I'm getting a headache, it's like I've been working for him. Oh, shit!

"Makoto-kun is the son of Mr. Ryuzaburo Makoto-kun. They say I don't have to treat you special, but I'm trying to give you a chance to help. I still value your abilities."

"I appreciate the overestimation, but I think of you as a big idiot. How many people did you kill?"

"Huhaha, is that a humanitarian theory? If Shuichi Nanakai had a boiling head, would you say you've slashed hundreds and thousands of people with that hand? Compared to you, my hands are still whiter, etc. Unlike you, we wear white gloves, so our hands aren't stained with blood."

"If I'm a homicidal maniac, I'll tell you you guys are with me. No, it's crazier than that. What are you doing this for?"

Jingu Temple laughs when he sees a pile of treasures carried by the Student Council Executive Branch (SS) in a large trolley powered by electricity.

I lifted the pot of blue porcelain and let it play with my fingers. Rin and hard sounds echo across the large room.

"It's a great treasure. Tons of gems, gold coins. That's just one property, but the ancient artwork, born in this world's own culture such as oil paintings, sculptures and baked goods from the sixteenth basement floor, is also wonderful. Don't you know how precious this is?"

"You even killed a student who should be able to survive for something like that"

Sure, I've been in battle and slaughtered possessed students.

But that's what we all did to survive. It was heartfelt that the battle would go hand in hand with the slaughter of the people of the shrine.

Moreover, the Student Council Executive Office (SS) had accumulated this much gold coin.

When the students wondered if it was their fault that they suffered from the depletion of gold coins, I felt unforgivable.

No, it doesn't have to be me, but any fool can tell the story.

Any fool can tell which is more important: human life or a vessel made of dirt.

In the end, I just decorated it with beauty phrases, and I just want to monopolize the gold.

To that end, the shrine temples will only mean that they are tormenting their students and trying to kill them even more.

"Cook Cook, if this is all you have, sure, you don't deserve to risk the lives of those of us who are still young. But this is not all. Your destiny lies in that sword you have."

"What's wrong with isolation?

"This world's unique rare metal, processing technology. And the unknown power of magic! Imagine how much innovation this will bring. This, in short, is enough to save our country in an unprecedented recession. Totally, I'm the right one (Ta-daikaia). I will be the savior of Japan!

This is the nature of the Shrine Temple Master. The temple of the shrine, which speaks of dreams with clarity, was like a madman.

Nothing is more disgusting than a dream told by a realist (realist).

"Shrine Temple, you..."

"Of course I offer my condolences to all the students who died in Genocide Reality. But there's a new development and future for our country ahead of us. I did it because I believed. This is a noble sacrifice for new advances in the world of men, to produce great creative destruction (innovation)!

The massacre caused by the shrine temple (genocide), if that is what was rooted in the desire of the individual, was still good.

But this man speaks justice. Explain the most seemingly patriotic and public interest there is. That's why it's so ugly.

Kill one and save ten.

There's an ugly statesman there, covering his bloody hands with white gloves called beauties.

On the face of the shrine, I hallucinated my hateful father's face.

Same. He has the same, demeaning look on his face.

I can still understand if I want a good life, if I just want money.

I'm not convinced, but it's enough as a motive for the crime.

But with the bloody hands that killed the same people, he said he would save people.

With your crooked justice, what happens to the murdered man? What happens to trampled humans?

It was as if they were showing the ugliness of another person's self.

Stop now. Don't open your mouth, Shrine Temple.

"Shrine Temple, I still don't seem to fit you..."

"Why, Makoto-kun? Aren't you the strong one who has trampled the weak? Help me, the same strong man. Just like our Shrine Temple family, who have been high-ranking bureaucrats for generations, you are also a ruling class (establishment) of this country, born into the Mahatma family. Unlike all the incompetent people out there who just wake up and scatter, they shouldn't even be dumb enough not to understand my story!

Yeah, I've sacrificed people, too.

Sometimes we fought, we've tried to use it to survive.

No, that's why.

That's why I can't forgive you. Negotiations are broken here.

"Shrine Temple... don't let me be with you!

"Huh, can't you see that after all? Then I can't help it...... die mahjong wataru!

I'm launching an attack on the shrine.

I thought I'd put up a magic wall to prevent the bullet from the target and set him up with a flying unintentional strike with demonic fighting techniques.

That's when I feel like I'm killing myself and I look to the side.

Right in front of me, the muzzle was pointing.

It was Daijinghua, right next to me, who put a gun to me.