118 Episode 58: Bucket Things

"Kuhaha!! Finally. Finally, we've fulfilled the meat receptacle!!"

The joy of thrusting up pierces his chest, and the drunken boy punches his words of joy.

"Now my activities in the world have been guaranteed. I don't even need to follow that common human organization anymore!

This strength of magic and flesh is comparable to that of a drunken boy in the ghost world.

The drunken boy is a god. The god is a title given to ghosts who enter the ten fingers even in the ghost kingdom. Because we can make the world a sea of fire with one will more than we have in the present world.

"I thought maybe not again for a while, but I could get the best vessel. You must have put up with this."

Having summoned a drunken boy in the past (...), he has asked to be a comrade in his first encounter (Kaigu).

Nothing worth more than food, such as humans, for alcoholic children. Nothing but humiliation such as becoming a compatriot.

Naturally, he kills an unknown summoner and tries to return to the ghost world, but he (...) has made a suggestion. It is the provision of flesh that can operate without restriction in the world.

The ghost world and the human world cannot move one another's flesh, and ghosts can only act in the state of their souls. Even if it is only the soul, there is no infirmity for the time being because it is possible to produce temporary flesh by magic.

Most importantly, the flesh produced was produced only by magic complementary to the soul. The magic you are accumulating without holding for a few days is depleted and can no longer exist in this world, forcing you to return to the ghost world.

So if this proposal is something that could be achieved, it is not an exaggeration, in a sense, to be a thirst for all ghosts.

But if there's such a convenient story, there's no taking care of it. The flesh upon which the ghost's soul can settle and receive flesh requires a great deal of strength.

A low-level ghost may make it possible to possess the general human flesh, but I don't think he's in a human being, such as the flesh that a high-ranking ghost deserves. Especially if you're in the god class.

As for the doubt (gi), he (...) clears up lightly due to an insane alien called [Razorman].

I have instructed him to possess the unlucky human daughter who witnessed the scene of the summons of a drunken boy after being ghosted by [Ryosemen]. No matter how ghostly it is, a drunken boy just touched it, such as an inherently poor vessel, to extinguish it. However, within the realm of the creation of alien powers called [Razorman], the story changes. It is possible to stay in the world for a long time.

Then, he (...) gave the brother of the black-haired woman who possessed the alien, instructing him to create the flesh of a drunken boy as a [blue beard].

I have never heard of the ghost world, such as its ability to give alien powers to others. I've never been over alert, but assuming it materializes, I can receive meat for a memorial in the world. Life in the ghost world was too boring to resist this desire.

Therefore, the alcoholic child accepted the proposal and, with the help of [Bluebeard], he (...) moved the base of his activities to the world called Alteria and began to look for candidates for his own flesh in the future.

The original [Blue Beard] was a guy who couldn't use his heart with all the crying.

So I continued to persuade him, as gutsy as a babysitter song, that the emancipation of his sister, his dark-haired daughter, and the inhabitants of this world were not [Bluebeard] knowing people, at times tender and at times harsh.

The magic seeping out of a drunken boy is the poison itself for the human spirit. When he first ghosted and murdered humans, [Blue Beard] was transformed into a puppet of a drunken boy.

[Bluebeard] gives orders named Suggestions, and one after the other, they ghost humans. I just couldn't get around to the flesh to which a drunken boy would always receive meat.

That was the time. We found that kid at the northernmost end of the kingdom of Amulzess, the main activity area of [Heroic Paradise].

Amazing physical ability to the immense magic and powerful technique that lightly destroyed the body of the [Bluebeard] puppet. Everything matched the conditions.

So I incited [Blue Beard] to pull him into [Rabbit Gate].

Luckily, he was already weak, and he would never fail. I even bracketed the height.

The anticipation is stunningly betrayed, he can't haunt inside, and his spirit can't dive into the deep world at last.

If you don't stay alive, you can't make the best ghost vessel. That incredible phenomenon happened when we couldn't even kill him and he was blocked in all directions.

In other words, the brunette's daughter, Kanna's flesh, was suddenly enough for the vessel.

The cause cannot be considered, but there is no doubt that the meat reception has been completed. I don't care if it's later. Just do what you want.

It would be because the drunken boy received meat perfectly. Because of its magic, [Rushengmen] 's powers are about to disappear.

That alien still has value for use. [Bluebeard] should be recovered later. This one has his sister's body. He will never be able to resist.

"Do you want to kill all the [heroic paradise] guys? No, before that, you snuck in here to get rid of the filthy rats first."

It would be just the right prep movement to slaughter the [heroic paradise] guys.

Walk toward the intruder.

The intruders seemed a lot better than I expected.

Among them, the three bodies were distinctly different from humans. Especially from a blue-haired woman who smelled like superb meat.

So I illuminate the alcoholic boy's alien powers - [Way Back Bow "Chihito Yumi"] toward the left arm of the blue-haired woman.

[Road Rewind Bow "Chihikai no Yumi"] is the ability to keep the part of the Road Rewind Bow illuminated by the light arrow moving to a certain range of the activator.

After transferring the woman's left arm to her right arm, she bites and chews.

"Delicious no no no no!!"

I was screaming unexpectedly at the deliciousness of the trembling back of my throat. This one's fine. Excellent! Those humans seem to be immersed in meat with plenty of magic, and they look delicious on top of this.

The drunken boy has a thick blood of the original ghost. In other words, a ghost is a peculiar species that eats others and raises the upper limit of magic. Humans in particular are the highest level of ingredients. Can I say that if I change the way I say it, it will tame my belly? The magic contained in the eaten human cells accumulates efficiently into the ghost soul, lifting the body and spirit to a level one step above.

That blue-haired woman is super rare that flesh is human and soul is otherwise. I just take a bite, and I feel the force gushing out as turbulence, all over my body. I don't even see the upside after eating up that meat.

(It's on. I'm really on it)

Suddenly, the blue flaming pillars roll up and the figure of the blue-haired woman turns smaller. On the other hand, the enchantment power of the woman had risen so significantly that it was not comparable to earlier.

Besides, that arm, it's already full speed. Apparently, they also have amazing recovery abilities.

"Yeah, right. You seem to have the ability to regenerate, and you're the only one I can keep alive for my lunch box."

All you can eat delicious meat. Plus, now that you've fulfilled your complete flesh reception. I don't even have much reason to keep that kid alive. Then I'll eat it and use it as food. The drunken boy had no slight suspicion of the ending at this time.

boom, beating the whole body of a annoying blue-haired woman, gripping her neck, and slowly tightening it up,

(Hmm?)

I sensed an unusual increase in magic from those on the ground.

If you stare down at the ground, your gaze collides with a horribly unfamiliar brunette.

Pierced by unmotivated eyes with a marked lack of joy and sorrow, warfare flashes on his head like electric light.

(Who? There shouldn't have been a guy like that in the intruder)

Black-haired man suddenly appearing at the end of his eyes and nose without any foretaste.

"Nha!?"

When stunned words slip out of his mouth, he grabs his right wrist.

"I'll have it back."

At the next moment, the drunken child's body falls fast to the ground and stabs deep into the ground, as if it had been tapped off with a giant hand.

"Gu..."

Bright red blood blowing up from your right wrist. As he stood up, he was standing in front of him, praising his face for the sharp pain over his long forgotten whole body.

There is a desperate difference between ghosts and human physical abilities. Its weak man is more agile than a drunken boy, also known as the Ghost God. That's impossible if the heavens and the earth are turned upside down.

But it's also true that a drunken boy was hurt. Is it his psychic powers? I've never even heard of a deity or a scratching psychic.

"Inferior creature (food), what have you done now?

In a confused head, I manage to squeeze that word.

"Give it up. You can't run anymore."

When the brain recognizes the meaning of his response, the rage boils so intensely that his gut trembles.

"Running away!? I said run away!!"

This delicious smell. It's just a human being in front of you. Humans are the best ingredients that empower ghosts. Nothing more or less. It's livestock, so to speak. The greatest insult from that livestock. There's no way I can forgive you.

That's why I decided to show my nature.

That's what a drunken boy as a god is all about.

This leg force drives like a mountain into a rigid arm that also crushes a large rock in one blow. Even then, it makes sense for humans and others to incontinently escape. In addition, because of its rigidity, if you see this demon sword [ghost fog pill] that can be revitalized, let's look up and put down forgiveness for what kind of ghost general it is.

[Haunted Misty Maru] is cut off from the common human building that was just on the right.

"What do you say?

This power creeps me out. Even more so if you are a small human being.

"I don't care what they say..."

Again, a brunette doesn't even show any emotional shards, only stares at a drunken boy with those dark eyes.

Nothing. This reaction is not bizarre. When you meet a giant, unexplainable being, it's something that makes you emotionless. That is also evident from previous experience in the ghost world.

"Kill the electric light with a single blow! You wouldn't have seen it, would you? I get it. I get it. Your fear is desperate!!"

Right now, this human spirit will be occupied with utter terror, and we will be desperately asking for an opportunity to escape from this place.

"Yes, yes, I'll deal with them, just call me."

Even the dark-haired man comes to me as if he were frightened. A flaming rage blows up at this provocative human word, but it immediately suppresses it.

In the ghosts of my people, there are rare people who lack a sense of crisis. As a rule of thumb, they existed in so many ways that the difference in force was greater. Same goes for this brunette. In the tangent of his power, he cannot measure the power of this drunken boy, and therefore he cannot evoke fear. That's got to be it.

So, to remind him of the difference in strength, kick him in the ground flesh and shake down [ghost fog pills] to cut off his right shoulder.

(What!?

I thought I cut off his right shoulder [ghost fog circle], cut the sky gently, then the crushing sound of metal shook his eardrum.

An unfinished dagger protruded into his abdomen when he pulled his jaw. Have you been attacked? Is this unrecognizable move his psychic powers?

Either way, it turns out his means of attack are limited. This dispelled the anxiety element in case.

"Then cry out!

The drunken boy re-grips the [ghost fog pill] and starts a fierce chase on the dark-haired man.

(Why!?)

- I can avoid all the knives swinging down to amputate his right wrist, and all the slashing that makes him a lateral giraffe to amputate his little clever legs with one thin piece of skin.

(Shit!

The guy who avoided the full blow he unleashed on his head takes a long sword out of his right hand as he distances himself from the drunken boy.

A sword so martial that it leaks laughter by accident without any decorations being exchanged.

"It doesn't matter how much you give them!!"

Interpretation, a weapon made by man. There must be a significant difficulty in strength. This [ghost fog pill] can cut off each of its swords.

"Dead!!"

A slaughter that let go of the brunette man in a hanging attempt to cut him apart. It cut his meat clean off even the grated ground - it should have.

"What?"

It was a startling voice that leaked out of the mouth of a drunken boy.

Naturally, that blunt sword that I thought I had amputated prevented a thorough blow from a drunken boy.

The next moment, the shock that occurs in the abdomen and the earth and heaven that shift at high speeds.

"Ooh..."

When he noticed, the drunken boy was unnecessarily poking his knees on the ground.

I was beaten by a food man. The dull pain in that first humiliation caused the alcoholic child to vomit again and again.

(Huh!?)

My whole body is stiff and strong as a stick at the signs that have arisen right next to me.

"Reflex nerves, muscle strength, endurance, technology, it's all immature. I'm sorry, but if it's your age, it's a mess in this world."

Sparks scatter across your vision at the strong impact that occurs in your jaw. And when you recognize your own flesh rising in the sky is falling, again, your vision distorts. He was slapped all over his body and the pain ran to pieces.

Unilaterally stuck in food? There can never be such humiliation, and you can't admit it.

"You!!!"

He wakes up from the stuck wall, plays the [ghost fog pill] like a bow, and jumps at him with all his might.

(That's it, that's it!

He enters his range and releases a [ghost fog pill] to snap his neck. In an attempt to slash and kill the target, the [ghost fog pill], shaken down by a force raised to its limit, also cuts the sky, instead shocking and burning pain that occurs on the face.

"You are too crude in every way. Acting without thought is impossible to kill me"

The first emotion that came up in the face of a guy like that one. That's a sentiment of pity for the hilarious dogma.

"Kill... Kill! Kill it! Kill it!!"

Do you pity a drunken boy whose food (man) has been called a god? That can't be unreasonable. So stand up as you call...

"Don't say that word before it comes true."

My body shudders as I bathed in cold water, against my will, on the sword tip of a martial bone directed at my uncreation.

I can see my face boiling blood all over my body in such humiliation that its mind is about to go crazy.

"No more games!

Which way, if you use the saving powers - [Way Back Bow "Yumi Chihito"], it would have been easy to take the life of one human being.

This anger and shame will kill this fool, and then bribe the people of this world. Especially this fellow brunette. I'll never forgive you.

The man burns, no, is it also a pleasure to throw him into a kiln of acid? All women let vulgar demons commit crimes until they die.

(It's a bit of a shame I can't show this guy the sight)

Though he thinks so, he releases the [Way Back Bow "Chihikanoe Yumi"] on his head.

The future of victory glimpsed by a drunken boy is...

"Guuuuuuuuu!!"

Shattered by the pain of seven falls on his right arm.

When you look at what has transferred to your left hand into a vision that is sumptuous in pain, there it is -.

(Hih!?)

There was the right arm of a drunken boy who had just been chosen in a spherical fashion and had become a piece of flesh.

(Is this... the effect of my [Way Back Bow "Chihikake Yumi"]...?

From the circumstances, it can't be anything else.

"Oh, you, what the hell, how?

With a head at the extreme of confusion, I finally utter that question.

"Oh, you mean my psychic powers?

"Gu Gui no!"

instant, the intense pain that arises and the blood scattered like a fountain that arises from the roots of the left arm.

(Oh man, that's so stupid!!)

What did they do? I couldn't even grasp the dust.

Yes, I noticed these arms in his hand.

After coming here, I finally realized to the alcoholic boy that this creature in front of me was not just a human being either.

- Even human beings in the realm of the hero class do not possess such joking physical abilities.

- Even the ghost world can't have a treasure knife or something that prevents a few famous swords [ghost fog pills].

- Above all, there is no way that this alcoholic boy can have the ability to even recognize it as a species of human being, rather than such a grasp.

"Ugh..."

He jumps back and forth, tries to distance himself from him, but the distance disappears, and he appears in front of him.

"Hey."

"Hino!

Screaming like a dying pig, Kakun and both knees lose their power.

When he clasps his shoulder, he takes out a swing of red sword.

In the meantime, the world undergoes transformation.

(What... what's that?

There was still a thick, malignant aura of red gushing out of the red body, and the runes were changing over it as if it were a creature.

I had only seen that sword, and the drunken boy understood it to be Ston. That sword has the power to shatter the body and spirit of a drunken boy.

(I hate it!

"I'm sorry, I can't leave a cannibal ghost like you alone in the wild."

This was his last word. I turn my back on him and move my legs desperately, as if I were driven by that fear.

"Uhhhh!!"

Unfortunately, he drips tears and runny nose and tries desperately to escape, but the red light runs, and the consciousness of the alcoholic child is severed from the putrid.

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????? - Alcoholic Boy

A drunken boy regained consciousness was a corridor surrounded by red tiles on all sides.

"Duh, where are we?

I look around, but I don't have one person or child. However, only a bright red tile, like blood, fuels finesse as if it had fallen to the bottom of Naruto.

"What the fuck, that bucket thing!!?"

Such a cod creature can't be human. That was perfectly against the management of the world.

You can swear. If I could do that and seriously, it would be about the most powerful god in the ghost world - Lord Tenjin.

"I want to return to the ghost world soon..."

Clearly, that bucket of stuff is firmly burned in the retina, and just to evoke it, intense fear strikes you like vomiting over and over again. I'm sorry for the world where such monsters are bouncing. We have to get back to a safe and orderly ghost world.

You can't go back.

Looking back, there stood a young man who had grown a mustache he he had seen.

"You, blue beard! Where are we! Answer me!"

Blue beard shakes his neck to the left and right, turning his expression as if to see even the pathetic.

"This is where the eagles get to, though it contravenes the serious rules laid down by the world. I will never be able to return to my peaceful and loving home again."

"Critical rules of the world? I don't know what to say! If you don't want to talk, force him to, but let him open his mouth. Ugh!

When I rang my fingers and tried to get close to destroying the blue beard...

"Hmm, you're a very prestigious boy."

"Huh!?"

A slight scream rises from his mouth at a white human-shaped creature that appears neglected in front of him.

It seemed more like a collection of the evils of the world.

"But it's stupid. It's too stupid. If you're scared enough to just look at me, you don't have to sell fights and stuff like that from the edge. I would have enjoyed the pleasure and pleasure between the bundles."

"Ugh..."

He tries to retreat to the fierce fear of falling into a well near infinity, but is held down with tremendous force from behind, poking his knees.

"Come on, I'm going to have you turn around."

A poorly bottomed bouncing voice of white chunks.

"Duh, where to?!?"

"Ooh, that's what he said there, right? We broke the rules of the world, we broke the rules, we broke the rules of the world, we broke the rules, we broke the rules of the world, we broke the rules of the world, we broke the rules of the world, we broke the rules of the world, we broke the rules of the world, we broke the rules of the world, we broke the rules of the world

The white chunk joins hands with the pussy.

"Whoops!"

Suddenly, a pile is punched into the spine, but every now and then the pain runs.

Looking down, the drunken boy's abdomen was pierced with something like a triple wax.

"It's time to say goodbye. Well, I asked for it."

To the presence behind, the white mass gives instructions. A neck that turns naturally. At the end of that gaze...

"Ahhhhhhhh!!"

Tears and screams coming out of my throat. As if enjoying plenty of fear, it dyes its face ecstatically and slowly drags the drunken boy to the back of the room.

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Cyan.

"Please stay with your brother"

"Kanna!

Even in Cyan's anxious voice, Kanna had not changed one expression and lowered her head deep into a white mass.

"There's nothing I can't do. But are you sure? You are not in conflict with the rules in this world. [M] You'll get a new life soon, won't you?

"Yes! Kanna, please, just listen to me!

Kanna shook her neck wide left and right,

"Kanna has always been with her brother. Previously, and always will be."

"No! No way!! That's all you can't do!

Then I don't know what Cyan has been eating up his teeth for.

"I'm sorry, but I'm a water conductor. I have no intention of getting deeply involved in your fate. [M] So think about it and decide."

Kanna pushes her face against its chest as she hugs Cyan.

"Brother, let's go together! You two can do it anywhere."

Kanna is stubborn. No matter how, you won't bend your own resolve.

"You really are a big idiot..."

"Yeah, so is your brother"

And I'm tired of thinking and putting up with it anymore.

Keep Kanna in your arms,

"Do it"

Ask the water conductor to do so.

"Oh, let me do that."

Pattin and a waterfront conductor ring their fingers.

Checking Kanna's warmth, Cyan's consciousness is painted white.

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Shortly after the two figures disappear, the white mass makes a great stretch of back.

"In the meantime, we're temporarily frozen about the two of us. It will only depend on what you do in the future.

Uh, it's getting interesting. This black story colored by despair and madness. Let me take a look at you, Gray. "

Only a thin creepy voice of white chunks spreading their hands and laughing at each other sounded surreal throughout the corridor of bright red tiles.