As the name suggests, talent is not a superpower, but an extreme display of bodily functions, and the external performance is the so-called "talent", just like the bouncy and balance displayed by Shirai. But it has a limit, and that's what the body can bear.

Chaining decisions are not predictions, but high-speed calculations on things that produce chains, and then produce probabilistic conclusions.

When one node of the fishing net is lifted, the other nodes will also move with it, and this interference trajectory is almost a given, so it can be determined by calculation. Similarly, although the bullet is fired very quickly, because its trajectory is very obvious, as long as you know the direction of the muzzle, the movement of the opponent, and all the factors that interfere with the trajectory of the bullet, such as wind direction and obstacles, you can make every shot.

The ability to determine the chain is to use the bullet as the base point, find all the targets that interfere with its operation, calculate them, and feed them back to the body.

It is a combination of the body's ability to react, observe, and calculate.

However, when one of these three elements cannot be satisfied, the power will be greatly reduced.

Shirai's athleticism has begun to exceed my reflexes.

What caused this strong change was that special bottle of "paradise"? Is it because he was the Chosen One who had taken Greystone? Is it an emotional stimulus? Or is it because you ate Morino's arm?

Perhaps it is the chemical effect of the four being confused.

When I shot again, Shirai had already reacted and picked up his desk and smashed it at me.

The bullet passed through the desk with a dull sound.

When I saw Shirai's arm fall to the ground through the gap between the desk and the floor, I was also knocked back by the desk.

I pushed open my desk, and Shirai was no longer where he was.

I turned my head, and Shirai was jumping out of the balcony with the kitchen knife in his left hand, and I only had time to see his back falling.

I rushed forward and leaned out from the balcony, but there was no one below.

The voice came from the upper left, as far as the eye could see, Shiraiguchi held a kitchen knife in his hand, using his feet and left hand, climbing and jumping on the balcony of each house, so agile that he didn't look like an injured person at all, and the blood splattered from the severed hand was blurred in the moonlight.

He quickly jumped onto the roof and glanced at me as he was completely submerged.

Quark swooped down on him from the sky, and I whistled for it to leave, but it didn't fly again, letting out a high-pitched scream out of my field of vision.

I jumped onto the balcony, shot the claw of my left arm, and climbed to the top. But I couldn't keep up with Shiraii, and when I reached the top of the building, the field of vision was empty, and the figure that looked like a dying old man seemed to melt into the wind and disappeared completely.

The night breeze was blowing, and the lights not far away were accompanied by laughter and conversation, but I could only hear my own breathing.

In the translucent night shadow, Quark lies on the floor covered in blood.

I ran up and picked it up. Quark's chest was slashed open by a sharp blade, almost disemboweled, and all the internal organs flowed out, although his chest was still slightly undulating, but there was no hope of survival at all.

I was so anxious that I was about to cry, and I didn't care if it would cause any adverse reactions. He took the greystone from his pocket, smashed it with the handle of the dagger, poured half into its wound, and put half into its mouth, then tore open the corners of his coat and bandaged it whole.

I've never heard of a veterinarian in this city, and it's too late to look for it, Quark's life is in danger, but there's nothing I can do about it.

I lifted Quark up weakly, and suddenly a strong sense of loneliness hit me in the brightly lit city.

"Bastard!" I scolded loudly.

It would have been nice if I had struck first at that time - I didn't think so, not only did I want to extract more information from Bai Jingkou at that time, but I also felt that he could still be saved. Because although he wanted to kill, he still didn't kill anyone, and he wanted to kill me, but I didn't think I would die at his hands.

Tomie loses contact, Sakuya runs away from home, Hakkei goes missing, Morino is killed, and he can't eradicate the Goat Guild on his own, so at least save Shirai-senpai.

Because I am the chosen one, the messenger of the caste, the hero who saves the apocalypse. Obviously realized his childhood dream, discovered the terrifying but interesting side of this world, gained superhuman strength, and carried a noble mission, but in addition to killing people and killing monsters, who did he save?

What kind of hero is a guy who can only kill?

Although it didn't say in the diary, I wanted to protect Tomie at the time, right?

Having lost all my memories in the apocalyptic illusion, I want to help Sakiya.

While using Hachijing, he tells himself that he doesn't care about her life or death, but warns her more than once not to go deeper.

After all the objects that need to be utilized, protected, and helped are gone, I think I can at least save Shirai myself.

I thought so, and I always thought so until I judged that Shirai had completely collapsed.

Even now, I don't think I did anything wrong at that time.

But the right thing at the time did not lead to the desired ending.

I couldn't get anything back.

So, can we get the right future by doing things against our will on the grounds that we "have to" at that time? Is it solace to kill people on the grounds that "if you don't kill this guy now, he'll kill more people"?

Regardless of whether it is right to decide whether life is right or not based solely on "possibility", that principle of action itself is not something that I want to accept.

Because if you do that:

"The family is too poor, and the child will suffer when he is born." - Do you want to kill the child early?

"This country may launch a nuclear bomb." - Do you want to put a nuclear bomb in advance?

I can't accept it, so I won't kill Shirai until I'm sure he's hopeless.

However, after being determined, there was no way to stop him.

So, the end of Quark is already doomed, right? In the future, more people will be killed by Shirai, who has turned into a demon, right?

I couldn't see my own expression. Shirai said that I was a hypocritical and cold-blooded creature, but he was wrong, I don't care about the life and death of strangers, but I also grieve for some irreparable things. But even if the whole thing is told in the ins and outs, others will only come to a "hypocritical" conclusion. ,

They will say, "If you knew this was the case, why bother in the first place." and then swore that he would definitely take action to stop the calamity first.

Therefore, I can only scold a "bastard" unwillingly but weakly, but I don't know who I am scolding.

Words that cannot be proven by deeds.

It's all jokes.

Like a caged bird that squeaks.

Counterfeit objects for viewing only.

I walked out of the neighborhood where Shirai's house was located and walked down the street where people and cars were bustling.

No one came to disturb him and walked quietly.

Quark's body twitched in my arms, but it gave me a little comfort, because it could at least twitch.

I wanted to hurry home and fall into a deep dream, but my feet took me in a different direction.

When the night breeze woke my brain, I found myself standing on a quiet, leafy street. If you continue to walk forward, enter the community gate and pass through the lawn courtyard, which is Sakiya's home.

I see, I understood my emotions.

I want to see Sakiya.

I really want to see her.

I have so much to say to her.

I want to tell her how much I care about her.

I want to ask her if she killed Mori Ye, why did she kill Mori Ye.

I want her to know that I am not afraid of the demons in her, and I will not dislike her no matter what happens to her.

Even if she did something wrong, he wanted her to stay by his side.

Because, even if I can't save the whole world, I can still be her hero.

At the very least, I want to be someone's hero.

"Why are you crying and mourning? Achuan. A woman's voice came from behind, obviously very unfamiliar, but it made people feel immediate, "It's really embarrassing, there is no appearance of an honor student at all." ”

I looked back, and the woman was like a ghost, but she exuded a firefly-like presence, as if just standing there could illuminate the darkness around her.