I Kinda Came to Another World, but Where's the Way Home?

On his way back to the city, he now encountered a few wolves, the Miscellaneous Fish Warcraft. I changed my mind for now. The amount of temper increased.

Apparently, it's not impossible to manipulate the increased amount of qi. Well, because of the amount, it's a little difficult to operate everything, but if you get used to it, you should be able to operate the right amount accurately.

So on my way home, I've been making basketball and making it bounce. It's an operational practice of dropping it by hand on the ground because it's not elastic and making sure it bounces back.

In the meantime, I tried to set the rules in myself that I wouldn't move forward unless I was in a bounced state. The first one pulled it up before it hit the ground, or it fell out of shape on the ground... in the end, it was only two hours after I started walking out of it.

Since entering the city, he has continued to practice bouncing until the Inn. Thanks to you, I think I'm getting the hang of it.

"But, well, I wasn't expecting this situation."

Bound continues. Yes, but my legs were stopped on the spot.

Because there was a man standing right in front of me. Because I was stuck. He laughs invincibly, dressed in a black-crushed costume all over his body. He was tall, and in his hand he had a sword of pull-out. It seems that many have been slashed before, and the sword has signs of use.

And more importantly, there was a murderous madness in those eyes.

"You're... you're a good person for me to kill, aren't you?

That's why he pointed that sword at me. Not an adventurer, not a knight, just a murderer with his mouth open in front of him.

I activate "Spooky Physique" before him. Completely, it's obvious that you're not the most popular person to talk to, and if you look around and say you've entered the city, it's obvious that this is someone's business. When it comes to the guy who's gonna do that to me, the only thing I can think of so far is the Duke of Olba.

Although this man will not be the Duke of Olba, he is definitely an associate. I've sent a lot of troublesome people to do that.

But I'm not in a hurry or fright. There's no one like me who can't be the object of fear.

'Cause I'm human, too.

"Oh? What the hell? Hung Yiki has changed...... you're funny, it's good to be worth killing."

Kuhaha, I laugh at the man who laughs, too. [M] And he made a black-and-white knife and pointed his cuttoe at the man.

Now that I've gained muscle strength, I guess I can use a bigger weapon, but after all, this much weapon is just right for people like me. It's easy, easy to handle.

"Where and who are you? Honestly, do you remember when I first met you?

"Ouioi, I haven't been calm in this situation for a long time, but I heard it's not a big deal if it's information... well, if it kills, anyone can do it."

"Well, I'm seeing worse kids than you, so what do you say? I thought it didn't seem like a big deal compared to that kid."

"That's a lot worse than me! Kuhahaha, you...... you like me and the crazy guy, don't you?

Well, Leila and this guy, they're out of their minds. It also seems to say that crazy is kanji, which is a great word for this guy or Leila who is crazy for a good feeling.

Still, I don't want to be liked, but you and the belly black witch are crazy in a way, and I regret not being able to deny it.

So, I wonder if you'll answer the question.

"My client. When? I can't talk about it... but my name is - hey, I can't do this either... I don't know what else to do, it's a fake name, but you can call it my name."

"Okay, I get it."

"My name is Rudy and I can't believe he's going to kill you right now."

◇ Status ◇

Name: Rais Ness

Gender: M LV78

Muscle strength: 7820

Health: 9200

Resistance: 320: STOP!

Agility: 9500

Magic: 2100

[Title]

"Murderer."

[Skills]

???

[Unique Skills]

???

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"Yeah, okay, nice to meet you, Mr. Reyes."

"Don't give me your real name."

"It's written on your face"

"You're probably crazy, too."

I just saw the status, but as far as I'm concerned, I kinda hate being in line with you guys. I'm a decent, healthy teenager, I can tell you for sure.

"Well, if you're not cracked, you're cracked. No, it doesn't change killing."

Man...... that's what Reis says as he scratches his head. Even with this conversation, I can still see the high strength because I don't have any blade tips. When you look at the lack of skill in the status, I guess that part of it is the cover-up skill working. So did the Apostle.

But I can't kill you that easily, either, can I? So let's be the experimental bench for my new way of fighting that I came up with on my way back.

"Well, I'm not going to kill you. I'm going to do it right."

"What?"

Surprisingly narrow your eyes, Reyce, on my strength, I don't know how I can barely get him through - but I have the most powerful and worst weapon a S-ranked monster can handle.

It's a good place to kill someone for the first time.

"Well, let's do it... let's get you through there"

That said, I snapped my fingers. [M]

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Rayce Ness is a criminal who originally made his name known to the public as a pleasure killer. Incidentally, criminals, just like adventurers, are ranked for their dangers. In his case, the degree of danger is the largest S-rank. Reasons for this include strength worthy of A-rank and personality to kill people indiscriminately.

He's a vicious killer who, in that background, is killing 1043 people, even if it's just on the record. Its birth and childhood are riddled with mystery, but even if we just know exactly, he has been killing people since he was roughly 12.

Perhaps that number of killings could well exceed 2,000 if not recorded. A dangerous man who kept killing people, indiscriminately, every day.

Normally I thought it would be a spirit out of the ordinary track, and it was out-of-the-box sane for him. Strong mental strength that keeps a normal spirit in the habit of killing many people.

That, on the contrary, became an element to be regarded as a dangerous man. Because you kill people in a normal spirit.

He was captured by the S-rank adventurer at the request of the state after receiving nomination arrangements from the state, fleeing, sometimes even killing and running after him, and fleeing for about a decade. He was supposed to be detained until his death, and he was suddenly released five years after that.

It was the Duke of Olba who ordered his release.

Now it is he who is dressed in a hidden outfit to the neck of the black-crush, but beneath it is the 'slave collar', a sign of slavery. Contractually, if he violates an order, he will be strangled to death, but he was released to be kept on hand as a baton. Unlike ordinary slaves, they are not treated like they are abused.

The Duke of Olba gets a powerful caution stick, Reis can legally kill people too. Reyce is beside the Duke of Olba because of the matching interests. "The Slave Collar" is the chain of vicious criminals against him.

And since he became a caution stick, he has killed a human being who has defied the Duke of Olba. Sometimes I have pre-killed those who were planning to assassinate me.

"I want you to kill a man in black with different colors in his eyes."

Copy that.

So again this time, I accepted the order to kill people with instant execution. If you can kill anyone.

He's the one who gets pleasure by killing people. The only reason to kill people is because it feels good.

"Well, according to the report, strength is no big deal, manly, it's an easy job for you"

"Hmm, well, if you can kill anyone, you can do it that way as always after, okay?

"Oh, I'll pay for the neighborhood, too"

"Always thankful"

I heard he wasn't a very toothworthy target this time. But I still thought it was good. Whatever person you are, as long as you are a person, you are stuffed with red blood inside and have a warm heartbeat.

I want to get some hot returning blood. I want to stop that heartbeat with my own hands. I want to look down at the human face that's moving towards death. Murder (sole) is my hobby, murder (sole) is my stunt, murder (sole) is my entertainment, murder (sole) is my life, and murder (sole) is my own meaning.

But...

- 'Cause I'm human, too.

I actually confronted the target and felt a nanica like never before.

The boy standing in front of him, in black clothes, has eyes of different colours with both eyes. Person as heard in the report. He seemed like an easy killer if you fought him. He was just a human being, as usual.

But that's when I thought.

- He... is he really human?

For a moment, I didn't look human. It looked like something human. Humans thought they existed to kill. The fiercest pleasure killer feared just a boy. He was releasing a sense of intimidation of fear that made him feel like a reaper.

And the boy who somehow sets up a black knife about where he was hiding it. The weapon is also disastrous and its blackness makes you feel absolutely dangerous.

But he still behaves as usual and tells him to kill him, he says, laughing as thinly as he stuck.

"Well, I'm not going to kill you. I'm going to do it right."

"What?"

I said I would do it barely. I realize that you're releasing a sense of intimidation that makes you feel scared, but you're not willing to kill me, as you prove that word.

The words, he said, were serious.

"Well, let's do it... let's get you through there"

Something's up, and I keep my cuttoe pointed at the boy and I don't take my gaze off.

And his hands are loose, and he's raised - and he sounds distracted.

Moment after moment, the boy disappeared - no, his vision was anointed black.

The same, pitch-black, dark-like color as that black knife fills my vision. It seemed to draw him into a world where there was no light at all.

Stunned, but return to me immediately to look for signs of the boy. Then, the boy's signs were behind him. I'm still walking at a normal pace, away.

"Just the way it is..................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

It was literally, verbally, and barely. The boy walked beside himself and passed.

Looking back, my vision is still black and I can't see the boy. Unconsciously, I bit my teeth. If you say you're not confident in your strength, you're lying. But it wasn't like I had pride in my strength either.

So I didn't learn to be angry at you for putting yourself through. However, I was interested.

- I'm crazy. I know it's crazy.

Therefore, he was interested in the boy who laughed plainly and thinly in front of the madness. I was intrigued by the boy who told me that he was going to be honest. And most importantly, I was interested in the boy who made the word come true to his opponent in character.

"Ha ha ha ha ha...! Kuhahahahahahahahahaha!!!

Laughter overflowed. I want to try to kill you, I want to kill you, what face would you look like if you killed me, such a human being, would you give red blood? I can't help but overflow that interest.

The black colors disappeared and the original streets returned. And I came back to see...

"... kuhah... for a long time. Well, by Ezatsu."

- There was no sign of the boy.

Instead, a large number of black knives were floating in the universe with their cuttoes pointed, as surrounded from all directions.