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The Mackerel Island star was a stubborn salarier, but he was also a member of the political thought group Absolute Freedom, Peace, Equality, Democracy and Affirmation of Human Rights, and was soaked in the ideas and activities of the association.

On holidays, I take a trip to a rally where I just chorus the beauty of the vernacular. Being part of that meeting was the home of Mackerel Island's heart. I blindly believed and did not doubt the idea that the meeting would sue.

Until one day, he killed my daughter by a serial killer called the Octopus Ripper.

I saw the unusual remains of my daughter and something decisive broke inside Mackerel Island.

"I'm sorry about your daughter."

"I hope the killer gets caught as soon as possible."

When it was a holiday and I attended the Absolute Freedom, Peace, Equality, Democracy and Human Rights Affirmation, the words spoken to Mackerel Island were, at first, similar to the others, but the story went in a strange direction from the middle of nowhere.

"If the killer is caught, it's definitely the death penalty."

"It's complicated as far as we're concerned against the death penalty system. I'd rather not get caught..."

"Hey, what are you saying in front of Mr. Mackerel Island too?

"Mr. Mackerel Island, haven't you changed your mind a bit? Everyone here vowed categorically to pierce the opposition to the death penalty system, even if their bodies were to be killed, but I would dare to hear that word from Mr. Mackerel Island today. That would make our solidarity stronger."

"You don't hate the killer, do you? We are opposed to any dispute, and the killer should be allowed to interact."

Mackerel Island is stunned that members are dashing the Mackerel Island tragedy and each of them is running their own mouth.

"Because any criminal has human rights. Hey. It'll be hard, Mr. Mackerel, but good luck. Don't let the darkness of hate capture your heart."

"How rude are you? Isn't that what happens to Mr. Mackerel Island? Trust your people more. Mr. Mackerel Island would oppose the death penalty if the killer was caught, he would recognize the human rights of the killer, and he could laugh and talk to the killer while drinking."

"Yeah, put a flower garden in your heart. Now that Mackerel Island's heart is filled with flower gardens, I want Mackerel Island to light it up."

"Yes, this is a trial given to Mr. Mackerel Island. But as for those of us who affirm freedom and peace and equality and democracy and human rights and socialism and deny discrimination and the death penalty system and wars and capitalist disparate societies, I want Mr. Mackerel Island to do his very best here."

"Mr. Mackerel Island, you might want to try running for office in the next election!? I lost your daughter, but I still think I can eagle people's hearts if I talk about not bending the ideology of doctrinal claims."

"Nice, that. It's something you can do because you're the one with the weight of being murdered your family. Then I'm sure your dead daughter will float."

"Then let's make a lap and demonstrate it as we all sing about Mr. Mackerel Island's tragedy. Let Mackerel Island write the lyrics, of course. Someone who can write songs?"

"What do you say? Mr. Mackerel Island!?

"Mr. Mackerel Island! Mackerel Island, come on!

Several faces approach me. A gaze mixed with anticipation and pity pours down on me. A deaf voice keeps calling out her own name.

Mackerel Island remained solidified and could not react in any way. Those who spoke eventually gave up. Some took a blatant sigh of disappointment.

Mackerel Island's heart, which my daughter lost and thought was broken, was broken again here. That too, now, thoroughly.

I knew very well that for them, I was so aware that I now had convenient tools for confirming ideas and using politics.

What I have believed so far has collapsed. But on the other hand, I think so. What if I was in their shoes? I would not have lost my body, and when my compatriots, who had been slain, appeared, they would surely have pressed me just as they did. I would have expected the same thing.

By murdering their daughter, they knew that they were possessed by madness, that they were possessed by the same madness, and that they had been freed from that madness and returned to normal human beings.

Since that date, he has not even attended the meeting and, on the contrary, has quit his job and is admitted to a mental hospital.

Then three and a half lines poked at me by my wife when I was discharged.

A world where everything breaks down. Myself rolling down to the bottom of darkness. I feel invaded by a different kind of madness than before.

One day I got a call to Mackerel Island, where I lived on a desperate day. The lord of the call told Mackerel Island who the murderer was, while at the same time taking revenge stories with him.

Mackerel Island jumped gladly at the story and worked out a revenge proposal to keep in mind.

He also consulted and received advice over and over the phone with a person named Rain Shore Lily. I asked an informer on the back street to constantly check on Mutsuki's behavior, which is in cheap disguise, too. I also bought a high-performance bodysuit to prevent Mutsuki from attacking. When he wanted power from a Mad Scientist named Junko Suzuoka, he demanded the granting of the ability to think about it. And I intend to work closely on the operation.

The power of Mackerel Island to share this memory and hatred with others. Moreover, hatred is given after amplification, so the majority of self and reason is lost. Illusion, as if he had become Mackerel Island himself.

"It's similar to being possessed by evil spirits."

A mad scientist named Junko Suzuoka said that, but I think Makushima said it in a rude way. Then it's like, I wonder if I'm an evil spirit.

"So these guys are being manipulated by Mackerel Island or something"

Said the dog owner looking bored. There's nothing funny or interesting about manipulating the irrelevant to create a mob army, and I thought that no matter how many, they wouldn't be the enemies of Mutsuki.

It was the members of the Absolute Freedom, Peace, Equality, Democracy and Affirmation of Human Rights and their families, colleagues in the department of the company where Mackerel worked and their families, as well as their separated wives and their families, that Mackerel used to use the power of sharing hate.

It takes time and individual differences for the sharing of hate to properly reach its target audience and to be able to manipulate it. Moreover, it was a laborious and time-consuming task to use each individual's abilities.

He said there were other avengers, so he was anxious not to get ahead, but he managed to make it.

"It's going to take a lot of time to plant amplified Hate. As long as there was a respite of time, I would have liked to collect more pawns, but now would be the time. Besides, it doesn't make sense if you don't kill me at the end of the day."

Mackerel Island seems to have fun explaining it.

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"It's irrelevant. I don't know what you're talking about.

Saki exposes her discomfort and throws up.

"You have nothing to do with it. These guys are all scum. And inside the scraps. The contents of the scraps are scraps anyway, so they are scraps after all. These guys are pretending to be human, but they're not human. It's a miserable inferior creature in the poisonous swamp of madness."

Running for what only he could understand, Mackerel Island paid his hand and sent a signal to the group.

Five people are not less surprised by the group that arrives at the same time as they were bounced. I don't care how you look at it, it's not the speed of an ordinary person.

A good moon wields a leech whip, instantly knocking down all five of them.

But the defeated five will rise soon, and they will come again.

"Don't bother. Kill him. The physical aspect is strengthened."

Shoot about three people who come to themselves as Truth tells the Good Moon.

There was also a mix of children in it, and Saki was breathtaking to see the true coolness that killed it without hesitation.

"They're all taking their potential to the limit with the drug allusion effect of illegal dreambands. I used a pretty tight one, and when this is over, it's obsolete. I don't think there's anything I can do about it."

Mackerel Island with a snarling laugh.

"This is one of the reasons why it took so long to prepare. It's a sight to see how hard you can work on all these drug-boosted assassins."

Even if you look at the three true, harmonious moon and Akiko, who are in double-mode in response, Mackerel Island had plenty of room.

Before the Good Moon, a child who is still in his junior year of elementary school is killed with a face distorted by anger.

(Do you really have to kill him? Even these kids......)

A former serial killer is openly hesitant.

A child approaching the side of the Moon suddenly exploded. A good moon with kids, both blow up.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, the old lady and child feels powerless even if reinforced, so I left you with a handmade bomb too"

Seeing the blown Mutsuki, Mackerel Island laughs petty.

"This guy really sucks..."

"I'm in charge of the old ladies and children. It's dangerous to get close."

Akiko stares at Mackerel Island and tells the truth quietly.

"What sucks! What I'm doing would be justice! Eight Ripped Demon Moons would be evil! We don't choose means for justice! You can do whatever it takes to destroy evil!

"Ha-ha-ha, you're full of scoundrels"

Shards and laughing dog breeders on Mackerel Island, which exalts.

(I thought it was salvation not to have a firearm, but with this number of people, and being taken to the advantage of the land, a special attack is more troublesome than a firearm)

While shooting one woman, child, old man after another, the truth is I think.

But even a true gun can't hold, allowing some people to approach.

The explosion occurred, but both Akiko and Truly hid in the shadow of a larger headstone, escaping the ordeal. But the tombstone was almost blown away, and neither of us was no damage.

One of the old men is headed for Sasaki. A complexion-changing bloom.

A good moon notices it, flies a sparrow. He hits directly in the head and falls before the old man heading for the bloom blows up.

(Because of this number of people, it seems we can't individually remotely detonate into boulders. who won't be able to remember and manipulate who)

If Mackerel Island decided to blow it up remotely, it would have been unsettling and true.

(Than that, it would have been more effective if he'd thrown a bomb at me at close range, but this guy couldn't seem to get his head around that much)

I truly wonder if the limit is the apparent limit to Mackerel Island, where I worked out the operation halfway and didn't turn my head to the heart of it.

"Even with all this luxury, do you want to pinch me? But it's not very picturesque how the opponent pinches in a mass-produced volume operation."

A dog keeper mouths a swallowing dialogue while quietly running around.

(After too many, it's not like a herd of miscellaneous fish, or even a suicide bomber. We still have enemies, and this one will collapse first sooner or later if we fight properly)

Compared to the first, it seemed true that there were even more enemies. It would not have just appeared first, but refrained from doing so backwards.

"Sorry, Saki. I came to your sister's grave and this happened..."

Standing in front of the bloom, dressed to cover the bloom, he spoke to the bloom behind which Mutsuki was behind.

"I'm fine. I don't care, and I'll figure it out. Mutsuki... I'll help you."

Suddenly, in bloom proclaiming so in a powerful tone, Mutsuki circled his eyes.

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