Chapter 06: Immortal Boy and imitated Madness

<He>loitered around the street.

Because of the previous incident (the girl had survived like expected) that <he> caused, there were more policemen on the move.

But <he> didn’t pay it any mind. For <his> goal of getting close to God, <he> didn’t dread any methods. For a long period of time, <he> had learned various skills and read so many books that they buried <his> room. The result was that <his> battle skills raised rapidly. Disposing of one or two policemen was an easy task.

But attracting attention was out of the question. Unnecessary actions that disturb the original goal weren’t allowed.

Goal….Yes, today <he> had a goal.

<He> wasn’t so aimless until before. <He> had a fixed target— Yeah, it was a mission.

There was a challenge from God.

No, to be precise from the former God.

<He> didn’t waver at all for <his> destination.

No, actually it said <he> should aim higher if <he> were to surpass God.

When you can do it, that is—-

<He> laughed interested. That was how it should be. It would be troublesome if God were to give up his seat so easily.

<He> opened his cell phone. It was packed with information from <God’s child>—-data about the <Midnight killing Devil>. Her real name, her gender, her height, her weight, the name of her school, her environment and the names of people related to her.

But…. <He> pondered. Who was that <God’s child>, who approved of <him> and helped out so much. The information from <God’s child> included data that went beyond personal information. Even if these were obtained by hacking into various places, the effort invested couldn’t be measured. What’s more, that all was just to support <him>. <He> thought that there must be some profound reason that <he> didn’t understand.

Anyway. That wasn’t important right now.

<He> looked for the target. The silhouette of the next victim that God had chosen.

As usual, there were a lot of people. There wasn’t anything more annoying. It would be hard to find the target like that. Was it even possible to find a single person in this crowd?

No, it’ll be okay. <He> reassured <himself>. <He> was the one to overcome God. If so, then everything should come along as <he> wants. If <he> convinced <himself> that <he> would be successful, then <he> should be in reality too.

That was what <he> believed. Yeah, it would definitely happen. Just by walking around like this, <his> feet would naturally lead him to the target—-

Then.

“…..!”

<He> widened his eyes. It came so sudden that <his> reaction was a bit delayed. In a hurry <he> opened his cell phone…..No doubt.

<His> mouth grimaced.

“….Bingo.”

Yeah, <he> knew it. <He> was a chosen human. The one and only existence close to God. Such a coincidence was just impossible.

<He> fastened his pace and approached from behind.

Right now wasn’t good. There were too many people.

Hurry up and become alone. Become alone. Become alone. Become alone. Become alone.

<He> anxiously prayed so, when the target changed his movement. The destination was a small alley between two buildings.

…Oh my god.

That it went so well, scared <him>. Everything was going let <he> wanted it to.

The target left the main street in front of the station and entered the back alley. Where was it going? It was proceeding into a small place void of people.

This was fate. That was what <he> thought. Just now <he> received a divine message from God.

Namely, to kill without hesitation.

<He> put <his> hand into the pocket. With an accustomed movement, <he> pulled out the knife from the sheath. The tip shaved a bit against the wall and made a dull sound.

Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. KillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKillKill

KillKill.

Ony one thought filled <his> head. At that moment, <he> sprinted.

(Kill)

Kill.

(Gauge)

Kill.

(Pierce)

<He> held his breath.

“Kill—-”

<He> raised a queer voice. The target turned around. No hesitation. There was no reason to. At the same time as <he> jumped in, <he> grabbed the target’s shoulders and push it down. The target screamed in pain. Truly pleasant. <He> raised the knife. The silver lightened in the dimly. <He> laughed. Loudly, so it echoed. A lucky roar that was fun, adorable and happy at the same time.

Then—

<He> stabbed.

First an attack into the shoulder. A scream. When the knife was drawn out, blood gushed out. Next the flank. Then the back. After that the neck. Shoulder, Flank, Back, Neck. ShoulderFlankBackNeckShoulder

FlankBackNeckShoulderFlankBackNeckShoulderFlankBackNeck

ShoulderFlankBackNeck—-

“H, Hihi—-Hyaa—-Hahahahaha!”

Red blood. Gouged flesh. Scattered around. Danced around. Fulfil the mission. The entrusted, important role. To become God. To become supreme.

Die. Die. DieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDieDie

DieDieDieDieDieDieDieDie!

“Dieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

<He> shouted with all his might. Then the raised tip of the knife went down straight into the target’s body without hesitation.

A dull sound of cutting deep into flesh.

The target mumbled something quietly and reached out it’s hand into the air, but it fell down soon enough without grabbing on anything.

No matter how often <he> saw a person’s death, it was always so pleasant. The darkness of despair that they spouted when their life was taken away helplessly was just too exciting.

“It’s done…”

The corners of <his> mouth raised up in satisfaction. <He> stood up slowly. The target was dead. Now God had to accept <him>. And God would say that <he> was the true <Mignight killing Devil>.

“Dead as a mutton—”

<He> couldn’t suppress his laughter while bending backwards and raising his voice.

“Just now, I killed him—-!”

And then—

“…Sorry.”

—The target turned around.

“—-!?”

<He> was confused and entangled <his> legs by stepping backwards. Inadvertently <he> fell onto the backside. Before <him> calmly stood the target covered in blood.

“Wh—Why—-!?”

“If you don’t know, I’ll tell you.”

The target—- The one the <Midnight killing Devil> nominated on the forum with “Kill him if you can”.

Node Kugito turned his raised thump upside down.

“I, won’t die.”

<March Hare> made a perplexed expression. Different from the mad actions from earlier, he looked extremely human now.

“It seems like you don’t get it, so I’ll explain it.”

I put my hand on my waist and pointed at <March Hare>.

“You were fooled.”

The one, who told Kirisaki to write a provoking post on the forum, was me.

My plan (though it couldn’t really be called one) was simple.

<March Hare> had announced that he would go after those related to Kirisaki, so basically, we could narrow down his possible targets. And along with that thought, if we were to point to one, he would shamelessly come to kill it and we would be able to catch him red-handed. Obviously, we couldn’t use just anyone for it. In the past and even now, sacrificing someone for the sake of something was nonsense. But we had a breach of rules on our side.

The one of me being .

“…What’ll happen to him?”

The woman answered.

“That is of no concern for you.”

An indifferent way of talking that didn’t reveal anything and rejected further questioning.

“Now then—”

The woman pinched the laptop and turned her back to us.

“—I take it that you will come with me?”