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After logging out, Makihime went on to remove a character who continued to venture through the virtual world as a semblance for many years.

'Are you sure you want to delete it? Delete in XX seconds'

Machihihihime sees it crying as it appears on the character selection screen and the count continues.

In fact, deleting a character does not completely extinguish it because it also has the means to revive it, but I nevertheless enjoyed the act and course of deleting it with my own hands and dropping it off.

Sweet fantasy time only lingers in memories. From now on, I will only face the reality that underpinned my fantasies.

But the reality is also the earliest broken. Dropping the curtain with your own hands on the fantasy was the fact that reality began to seriously break, but it was late. The desire to end it all drove Makihime into such action.

"Now you see. Thanks for everything."

Saying goodbye in tears and dropping off the disappearance of the character, Makhihihime returns to reality.

Create electric swirls more extensively. Range enough to push through a few homes. A dozen or so people in many houses are electrically shocked at once, breathless, and turned into electric spirits, sent indiscriminately across mackerel separations to the world where Makhihihime has been. And it will drift all the way through the game world.

Electric shocks penetrate the shield and leave no burn marks, etc. Even if it looks electric, it's not actually that of electricity. It is bioenergy that reacts only to organisms, and can be called the visualized force itself.

Like a typhoon, Makihime walks slowly while maintaining an electric whirlpool. That's just it, a lot of people die one after the other.

How much time would have passed. How many people would have killed?

(Most importantly, how much more to kill. I wonder how much I can kill)

Machihihihime, transformed into a single-slaughter machine, blurred and thought of that.

"It's an emergency alert! Bacterial terrorist attacks appear to have occurred in the area of Raccoon Town! Citizens, follow the support of the police. Condemn them as soon as possible! I repeat! '

When the sun has completely fallen, evacuation recommendations are flushed at high volume from the speakers.

Further before Makhihihime, a car believed to be a motorized unit assembles, stops and builds a barricade.

"You're finally here."

Machihihihime, who also predicted obstruction would come in, grins vainly.

Machihihihime's grin disappears when he sees tear bombs and other shots fired. Machihihihime's ability only works against organisms.

While the smoke can stand in violently, Machihihihime further expands the vortex's range to reach the motorized squad lurking in the car barricade.

Machihihihime coughs hard and weeps because of tear gas. But the manoeuvres had almost been wiped out.

With the front blocked, Machihihime turns off the electric swirl and turns back and goes another way. Apparently, this city can't do it anymore. They've all been evacuated.

I have been made aware of my existence by public authorities. It's hard to kill any more. My movements will surely be checked and I will be ahead of them and an evacuation recommendation will be issued.

"I wanted to kill more..."

Machihihihime also enters a deserted coffee shop a little tired and sits back in his seat when he comes to the downtown area, which is completely unpopular at night. The store door was also left open.

I still don't feel like a mass murderer. I have no real sense that I created Ghost Town or what I did.

But I'm aware of what I'm doing. The world is ugly. I will send the ugly people who are making an ugly world to that beautiful world. But even if sent, it just drifts and all I can do is look at that world. That's fine.

Everything is hateful and cursive. I can't wait to unleash that curse and become a being that brings disaster with it substantial power. I can't wait to mourn at the same time.

Maybe some of the players I killed recommended 11. Or that family.

In the worst case scenario, I might even kill Nenaveauge. Or I could have killed him already. That possibility, and it certainly is.

Machihihihime despairs of the evil that he has done to the world in an indiscriminate manner.

"How did this happen? I've become evil. It's like the demon king of evil."

I have been a brave man and hero many times in the game to defeat the bad guys and save the world, but in reality I have become the incarnation of evil and wield disaster, even though I am the Demon King. A miserable being that even seals the soul of the man who killed, pitied and killed many people.

Among the filters called games, there is no great emotion, and even though they are just often villains, when you realize that something like that actually exists, you can't help but wander off. And I didn't know it was me.

Machihihihime has not completely lost conscience either. But the feeling of self-indulgence and anger towards this world has never allowed me to claim my conscience.

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It is now beginning to mourn for its destiny and to reproach its conscience.

"Is that gracefully tea?

He was a makihime who was stuck on the tape, but his voice rang, and he raised his head in surprise.

In a tired suit, a suspended fine little man, reminiscent of a fox, was standing at the entrance to the coffee shop.

Machihihihime generates electric swirls without question. But the man stands still even when he sees it.

An electric shock could not strike a man directly. Exactly that time, several curses were released from the man's hand and an electric shock was played.

The electric shock goes away, and the curse goes away as well. in offset form.

"Its paranormal powers, how it got it, what nature it is, are a lot of interesting, but there's not enough room to capture it alive and take it to a research institute."

A man looks at Makihime and says, and gets his hands on his nostrils.

Machihihihime somehow guessed who the man was. A supernatural assassin would have been unleashed, treading that he could not fathom in a regular person.

(If you can stop it, I want you to stop it. I'll fight it as hard as I can)

Machihihihime stands up and faces the man.

A curse is cast from a man's hand. They dance in movements as if they were willing, and strike Machihihime.

The electric shock was not vortexed, and a few strips fell from top to bottom like thunder, and it looked as if he had shot down the spell unleashed on Makhihihime, but...

When I wondered if the curse could be played, the flame blew up and stretched toward Makhihime.

"Heartbreaking Witchcraft, Taste It"

A man speaks the name of a major witchcraft school in a paranormal relationship. Like star coal stream witchcraft, it is also said to be the most user-friendly witchcraft genre in this country, because unlike star coal streams, which acquire the art of chemical reactions and physical systems but are inherited only among clans, heart-breaking streams open their doors to those who want to meet.

Machihihihime was expecting some trick, and he was able to move on to the next action immediately. Make the electric shock look like a thin membrane and tension it around to prevent flames. Works like a barrier.

More men take out the spell and now drop it to their feet. Before touching the floor, I wondered if the curse had swelled greatly, becoming a white, large chunk as high as the man's chest.

"Can the cake beast be prevented?"

When a man laughs and squeals invincibly, a white chunk jumps with tremendous momentum and jumps to makihime.

Makihime emits an electric shock. The white mass was lightly intercepted and trembled when it fell to the ground. Machihihihime thinks it does look like a cake.

"Stupid... the cake beast looks like electricity..."

That seemed to be a fairly confident technique, with a man changing his complexion. But I can't tell which neighborhood is the basis for confidence, Machihihime.

I wondered if he might have other hands, or if he'd get poked in the gap, so Machihihihime gives him even more output than usual to generate an electric swirl. The density of electric shocks is thicker than previous vortexes.

The man tried to prevent it with a spell, but all the spells he had unleashed only became dust, which did not even kill the momentum of the electric shock, and he was to be exposed to it.

Despite thickening the density of electric shocks, the man took longer to despair than any other human. He was desperately resisting even as he was electrocuted. He just seems to be the owner of paranormal forces, and he seems to be resistant.

"What the... The battle of reality is much less lukewarm than the game."

Though so tsunami, Makihime also expects that any one of them will appear and be ruined by the possessor of power that surpasses him.

Trying to leave the store, fluttering makihime. Learn to stand tall and carry around in the counter chair. And looking at the mirror that was hanging in the store, Makhihime screamed.

Whatever you look at it, there was a woman there who looked like she was fifty and sixty if she was bad. My eyes swelled, my skin sagged, my wrinkles deeply engraved, my ugly, old self.

It was easy to guess that it was a price for using too much force.

"This is the reward for crossing the line. Already... I'm really irrevocable. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

Masochistic laughter turns from midway to crying.

"Help me... Somebody... Nenaveauge, come here now and help me! Embrace me like you did earlier..."

Machihihime, who wandered over the floor and became an old woman, called out like a child for help and continued to cry and cry.

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