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Zongwoo is regularly nightmared.

Myself born as the son of a whore. myself abandoned by that mother as well. Myself having a miserable day as a male whore.

Such a self could pop out into the outside world, meet one woman, love each other hard, and finally get something called happiness. That's what I thought when I was completely saved.

But its happiness was only a flurry to taste further despair and ruin.

The woman was told by a rich man to abandon herself lightly. And Soo-woo cannot forget every word of his speech at that time.

"You don't have any money on your face anyway. If you were a concubine, you'd make money. But to that extent, I can't catch up with him either."

From Zongwoo, who used to be also a male prostitute, there was no more humiliating dialogue. But if you talk about it, it's just a matter of being chased further.

"Is it that bad that you don't have any money? Born alone... born poor or rich, you're the same person, but you have to be so discriminated against."

He slaughtered the bourgeoisie Dra son, who had mistressed the woman who betrayed him, and then he tormented the woman scattered, too, before killing her.

"I'm really sorry that it's not worth it, but it kills us hungry and then it keeps killing women with eight hits."

The woman you were supposed to kill, speaks to herself. A face so beaten up and swollen that the prototype is gone, and a miserable corpse chopped up all over his body, slowly comes this way.

"Born as the lowest crumb, it fulfills as the lowest crumb. That's your life. We were killed by such shitty scraps... Because I have always resented you in hell. Come here and die soon. When I come to hell, all the people you've killed, I'll keep telling you about you..."

In the middle of words, the women who were supposed to have killed them from the ground boil one after the other, heading towards Soo-woo.

Zongwoo tries to escape by shouting a voiceless cry, but he is grabbed by his ankle and falls.

Nightmares always break here. I wake up in the worst possible mood, surrounded by a horde of corpses. That was the classic.

But this time it went on without waking up. The hordes of corpses cover themselves, and the nightmare continues.

"Foolish burial."

A familiar voice sounds powerful, and red petals are disturbed around.

Soo-woo remembers this technique, his surname, and the Lord of his voice. I experienced it with myself.

A corpse attached with red petals screams with a distressed look, whimpering his own body, turning into dust mustard and collapsing.

After all the bodies disappeared, one beautiful girl stood in front of him, looking at Zongwoo with beautiful green eyes and smiling gently. You look similar to the ex-lover you killed, but that loving look and expression doesn't look alike.

Zongwoo wakes up from a dream. The time is still night.

Awakening from nightmares was always in the worst mood. But this time - despite my usual nightmares, I don't feel bad at all. On the contrary, it is filled with serenity.

"Why is that woman in her dreams..."

I fought scattered all day today, dubbed training, so it's not strange to come out dreaming. I also saw that technique I used in my dreams at noon. But Soo-woo learned to fear that he appeared in the form of saving himself.

Being in a dream in that way is because I suspected so much that I was in love with her and was trying to get through to her for salvation. If that's the case, it's because I suspected so much that it might be a new line to ruin.

Soo-woo was stunned when he woke himself out of bed and tried to go make an addition.

There was an Ayane appearance in front of me. With a dramatic gaze, I watched about Soo-woo, but when I smiled small, the figure disappeared like a lie.

(Finally... have you lost my mind? No......)

Though Zongwoo almost doubted his sanity, he feels that the remnants of the demon remain indoors.

Second, I notice the feeling of something in my palms, turn on the lights and open my hands.

The peach petals I saw during the day, and now in my dreams, were in my hands.

Ayane, who slept, wakes up.

The schizophrenic body that had been secretly set up with Soo-woo felt signs of working properly. And by waking up, I could also confirm that.

Shizuno magicians also meet many techniques that act on the work of the spirit, and are therefore sensitive to disturbances in the spirit of those nearby.

Sleeping tired felt the mind of the sleeping wave soldier disturbed in the futon next door and woke up.

Hearing the wave soldiers being done, tiredness leans to the side of the wave soldiers, and faces.

"Dad, Mom, I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

I heard the words I said crying, and Tired sensed what the wave soldiers were dreaming about. When he became a monster with pomegranate tofu, he lost his sanity and killed his parents, which seems to be a deep wound in the wave soldiers. Probably do this nightmare on a regular basis.

Pity, Tired dives into the futon of a wave soldier and hugs his body. Then the wave soldiers carry it back, too. You're free from the nightmare, stop crying and sleeping perfectly.

(Good......)

When I was relieved and tired I tried to get back to my futon...

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"Whoa whoa!?

A wave soldier suddenly woke up, shouting and pushing his tiredness, and the futon snapped and lagged behind.

"What are you doing?! Shizuno!? I told you I don't have that kind of hobby!

A wave soldier screaming in a wolfed voice and looking scared and tired in the dark.

"No... that's not what I meant, I'm having a nightmare... it looks spicy, so I just tried to give you a hug and comfort and calm you down..."

"Then you'll wake me up normally, or something like that. Yikes. Hugs, lovers, whatever, bastards don't have that idea."

To excuse himself, the wave soldiers said in a frightened tone.

Three Ugly Hours when the grass also sleeps. Residential neighborhood.

Completely up, drunk on his way home.

"Nyah."

"Oh-yah?"

Before a middle-aged drunk in a kimono, one cat shows up and sounds like he's mesmerized.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey."

"Nya-na."

When a man crouches in a good mood and strokes his cat, the cat snaps his head into the man's hand as he rings too.

"Hmm?"

And that's where the man noticed something strange.

"Hey... too much booze in there, huh?

The cat's tail looks long when you do it. It stretches like a snake for a long time, and the tip disappears into darkness and is invisible.

Rub your eyes, slap your cheeks with your hands and try to wake you up drunk. Soshi and look closely again, but the cat's tail still remains oddly long.

"Heh...? What's going on with this?

A man gets up and walks behind the cat to see what's happening to the tip of an unusually long cat's tail. Cats follow it, too.

We followed the tip of a long stretched tail, and eventually a figure appeared in the darkness.

Illuminated by the lights, he saw the face of the shadow, and the drunk man wet his hips.

"Nyao."

My body is a person, and I wear people's clothes, but its face is a long hairy cat. Its mouth seems to be laughing, and from its throat, a cat's voice is uttered in the voice of a squeamish old man.

The cat's long tail was connected to the buttocks of a man with a cat face. In other words, the cat man's tail is connected to the cat's tail earlier.

"So, so, so, so!

A drunk screams.

"Hiccup"

Seeing his face drawn to the fear of drunkenness, Grandpa Monster Cat laughs with heartfelt joy, walks up to near drunkenness and crouches.

What was a man's hand turns into a cat's forefoot. The only time I make cat hands is when I kill people. Otherwise it's inconvenient and I can't help it.

A hand shaped the same as a cat's foot is waved. But its power far outweighs normal cat scratches.

"Hiccup. I can't stop this moment."

Grandpa Cat cleaves his drunken body apart with a joyful laugh.

Grandpa Cat's lifestyle was to kill those who came to stroke the cat. It is his above all pleasure to see the moment when the expression of those who loved and were pleased with the cat turns into fear and despair.

The drunk eventually runs out of breath and the mutilated chunk of meat rolls down the road.

"Well, would you like one?"

Crouching, eating up on dead meat and eating cat grandpa. Not just Grandpa's body, but also the cat connected by his groin and tail, starts eating the body.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

After a meal, Grandpa Cat took the bath from his nostrils and wrapped a piece of meat.

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