The Reincarnated Vampire Wants an Afternoon Nap

Mr. Reborn Killer wants to take a nap.

It's often in comic book representations or something, sleeping in a pile of corpses, what too unrealistic to laugh at.

It's a place that smells so cold and maggots are about to boil and come out haunted, it's a good place to sleep.

I knew a nap was a warm place, and I'd prefer that in my futon if I could.

In a fluffy, fluffy futon. I want to live a slow, lazy life.

"That's a hundred..."

Yeah, and throw the sole that was dragging me. Sole draws a beautiful arc and rides beautifully on the apex where Sole and the others overlapped.

Uncomfortable death smell and still unfamiliar iron smell. He looks at me like a creeping crow from above the sky beyond my reach.

I don't care, I shoot one down.

The other crows screaming out hostility toward me, storming from the sky at once.

But that's what I do. I aim, I pull the trigger, and I'm done.

"No matter how much the crow kills, it doesn't count."

I slightly regret using the wasted ammunition. But I don't care if you leave me alone to not eat, and then if they interrupt my nap, I don't like it, so I can't help it.

Hide the mouth with a muffler. I always do that after I've done my request.

Self-implication, is it? Oh, there's a little blood on the muffler. It was my favorite muffler, but I'll throw it away somewhere.

Because he died once, or he stopped obsessing with something terrible.

But, okay.

After work, I turn my back on Sole's mountain and walk out. Turn your back on the pile of piles that I put my hands on, the ones I killed.

The pistol is fine. Because I don't feel like I killed a person in my hand.

Yes, I'm a killer. It's the end of a mad, broken human race that makes it good to take lives.

I still make money today just the number of people I killed and killed. In this world of more people, few human beings "ghosts" are behind the business of killing people.

Make money and take a nap in the warm futon. My loving nap life won't let anyone get in the way.

Let's kill everyone who gets in the way.

"... aha"

It just gets a little fun and I decide to skip home. But I wonder if anyone wants to see it. Because it's embarrassing.

I died once, apparently by mistake, and God's suggestion allowed me to live in a different world from the one I've been in.

Apparently, to say God, who was in charge of my reincarnation, is a very harassing hobby, and I came to a world where there were too many people like this, but it immediately accepted understanding the demand and supply of this world.

Lots of them, hoping to lose it.

So reduce it and you get paid for it as a result of reducing it. I can live in Hutu.

The Impulse to Kill Human Beings imposed on me can also be dispelled, the world.

A world without swords or magic, but a world of cancer action that's a little cool.

The comfort of living is no different from the world of previous life, so maybe this is better than being forced to feed you.

I quit. A ghost in a man's skin.

Maybe I was reborn, accepted to kill people, and I went crazy.

"But come on. Now I want to take a nap."

Let's go back to that cold room again. Dive in the warm futon.

To sleep, to sleep, to stay asleep, I still kill people today.

Kill me, kill me, and that will be the basis for my peace of mind.

... Goodnight, then.