Scop Scopper Scoppest with Demon Eye King

"The history of people's growth is the history of defeat" - a word that came out of a book I read when I was in middle school.

It was hard to say that I understood the contents of the book correctly because I was only unknowingly appreciative and pleased with an author that was not much appreciated by the public, but I still liked the author's words on my own.

At some point, I don't know if it's child prostitution. I stopped reading the book of the author who killed himself to give you arrest for such a shameful crime, but still, when this happens, I sometimes remember his words.

"Hey. Are you listening to me, Temehe?

For example, how would I have been two or three years ago?

At least, it shouldn't have been me on the bus on the way out of school, where some retarded blonde suddenly tells me to give up my seat and says, "Yes, please," etc.

"... go ahead"

But now, as you can see,

When I was in elementary school, I would have been scattered with canvassing and summoning.

When I was in middle school, it could have been a bloody fight.

But when I'm in high school and my second year, I know about what happens if I do that.

Even if I bought him a fight on this occasion, if he loses, he gets bummed and hurt, and even if he wins, he gets bummed and socially bumped for taking care of the police, and he gets hurt in a different way.

I'd like to forgive you for that at a time when it's time to start thinking about the future.

That's why I give in.

Laughing and flattering.

If this is the fruit of growth, I guess human beings are one and the same.

When I gave up my seat to the blonde, I was the only one standing on a rocking bus.

If you're so ragged, you don't have to attribute it to me, but I look around to see if one of the seats was empty, but it seems to be full.

If there's an empty seat on the boulder, though scumbag, wouldn't you say give up your seat?

And while everyone was sitting there, I felt like I was the only one standing in the sun.

No, the exposed as fact.

I can feel my gaze from there.

I don't know if that's a sympathetic gaze on me, or a kind of gaze that makes me a laugher, but it's not something I'm comfortable with either way. It's hard to escape because it's in a moving chamber.

Why do you have to see me like this when you haven't done anything wrong?

When I glanced at the blonde who was the culprit, he was lazily messing with his smartphone to see if he even cared about me anymore.

Shit. I want to hit you.

No, no, no. Don't look.

I would be extra angry if I watched it, and it would be troublesome if my eyes met and I got tangled up again.

As long as you're forward and focused, you'll get to the stop as soon as you can.

So get off this bus and you're done.

That should be the smartest way.

I was telling myself that way - it rocked like a gattang bus got on something.

Rarely.

This bus is a route bus that only runs a set route.

I use this bus for my daily boarding and dropping off, so I've come the same route I'm tired of.

And yet I've never felt a shake like this before.

What the hell happened? and looking in the direction of progress -,

The bus windshield stained white.

At the same time, a tremendous roar and shake struck me.

My legs float with shock without having time to set myself up.

I could see my body being thrown forward as it was.

Opposite the body that instantly lost control, only vision was abnormally crossed.

As if in slow motion, the scenery around looked slow and good.

And that's ahead of your gaze. It looked clear to the point where the windshield, completely cracked and brightly stained, was completely smashed and the wreckage flew to match the thrown self.

I know it's not a good idea.

But my body doesn't move.

I want to protect at least a steep spot from flying fragments, but my arms move too bluntly.

I find myself shot in the glass rain before I can lift my arm.

If I had worn it in a blazer in my uniform, I might still have had some anticipation of its protectiveness, but now the rainy season is dawn and it's time for summer. Naturally, it's a shirt with short sleeves.

At least the resistance was about closing my eyes and stretching my body.

The pain of stabbing or cutting all over my body ran for a moment.

It was really a moment.

Not as much as I was prepared to be honest.

I was heartbroken, but that wasn't the case.

Now with the momentum thrown out, he hit his jaw hard on the ground without even being able to take the reception, and still the momentum rolled down the aisle in the bus without stopping, and at the end he hit his back on something hard, he finally managed to stop.

- Ouch.

My whole body hurts, but my back hurts so bad, especially the last time I hit it.

I had the feeling that the meat would crush me if I hit something like a corner.

That sucks. But this back injury is pretty painful with crushed meat, but vice versa, it just hurts.

I somehow only know that's not a dying injury.

You're lucky you're unhappy.

I mean, what is this? An accident?

It's probably hot, but the bus doesn't explode, does it?

Open tightly closed eyelids to make sure. And - I saw the inside of the car upside down.

No, you're not. I'm the upside down.

I just hooked my legs to something that hit me on the back, and my torso leaned back in the aisle - in a position that, if I tell the entity, flipped back while sitting in a chair - and it seems to be falling.

Keeping his gaze at his feet, he saw the fare box next to the driver's seat he was kicking in, beyond which the glass blew up and crumbled to Gushagusha, the front part of the bus in his eyes.

Oh, is it hot because the air conditioning cold is running away from here?

With this heat just to show some gaps, the warming of the planet is finally serious.

Now I lifted my jaw and moved my gaze into the car, thinking that I didn't care about the reality escape feeling.

- Apparently, all the passengers were safe.

Only the aunt, who was sitting in a position facing the aisle of the rear-end four-man seat, is rubbing her elbow as if she had fallen from her seat, but otherwise the passengers have not even fallen out of her seat surprisingly, and no notable damage can be ascertained.

At best, it would be enough for someone to hit his face on the back of the front seat and hold his nose.

What do you mean, maybe I'm the least harmful?

Seriously. How twisted are you, me?

Weird, but you got tangled up and exposed, and only one person was flashly injured in a car accident and exposed again?

What a shame combo. That.

You know, if you were sitting in your seat, you wouldn't have seen me like this, and it's all because of that blonde motherfucker. At the very least, I'm not convinced that bastard was even quite hurt, seriously.

With that in mind, I glanced back into the car again.

- All the passengers were looking at me.

Whether you look right, left, or gaze at any seat, your eyes meet.

And everyone I met had the same look on their face uniformly.

That's such a flashy look, as if I had seen something incredible.

Zokri, and.

There was so much chills that I had never felt in my life before.

I have a very bad feeling about it.

I slowly turned my gaze to my body to follow my hunch.

Red.

It was bright red.

I was so reflexively wondering if I went to school with a red shirt by mistake today.

But I know I'm not.

I just don't want to know.

'Cause if this is the case, it's too late to be out.

That's why I think it's funny.

I want it to be something different. I want it to be something else.

But there was a sight in my sight that denied all my prayerful thoughts.

Top, top, and red liquid were flying around the neck to dye the shirt.

It was overflowing to show the rhythm of heartbeat with tops, tops, tops, clumps.

Trying to hold the neck muscle down reflexively...

- I didn't move.

To the extent that my fingers barely move, my arms don't lift.

I don't lift my right or left arm.

I don't feel like lifting it.

It was so hot until just now, and now it's cold...

Why...?

What the hell is this?

No way... me... die?

You're lying, aren't you?

Why does that happen?

Because it's a normal day, and I should have spent it as usual.

Just a little something unusual happened on the bus home.

Piron ♪

Shin, sounded out of place in the quiet car.

Overhead in terms of your current fallen posture.

I mean, from the passengers.

Looking at you reflexively - that was blonde.

The blonde was setting up a smartphone and pointing it at me.

Too much, I was flabbergasted to say I was dying.

Maybe I'm making a video.

I'm dying. I'm dying.

This guy is shooting in a video.

- My head stained white with anger.

I want to kill him.

I've probably never been so pure about killing before in my life.

Don't be ridiculous......!

I want to assault you right now and kill you - my body doesn't move at all.

"- Huh."

At least I tried to punch my anger out of my mouth, but my lips just moved slightly.

Can you forgive me......! Can you forgive me for this...!

Die. Die!

Turn your smartphone over here and spot the blonde who keeps shooting in an excited way.

That's all I could do anymore.

At the very least, I was going to stare at this man to death with all my might, and I put a blatant intent on killing him in my gaze.

I put a blatant anger in my gaze as to why I had to die instead of you.

I put a blatant regret in my gaze as to why I imitated him like this.

I put all the curses I could have in my gaze.

Stared. Stared. Stared. Stared. Stared. Stared.

I stared even after all the blood spilled.

I stared even when I stopped breathing.

Even if his vision stained white and his eyes stopped showing anything, he believed he was there.

I kept staring to the end.

And at that moment when even consciousness disappears into the white light...

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I thought I heard something at the end of the day in the light.