Divine Protection: The Pride System

Episode 38: Fire Words

“... Nngh!”

The man scrunched his eyes, trying to get up. But soon the pain attacked him.

“Ughh..”.

His body could not move due to the pain in his waist, as he looked at it. He found himself lying on the floor and saw blood on the cloth that bound his waist.

The man groaned in pain, difficulty waking up, his body unable to move. He felt like he wasn't himself.

The feeling grew stronger and haunted his soul. Still lying around, the man tried to look around him.

And that's hell.

“A-What is this?... What's going on here?!”

Panic and confusion portrayed him at this moment.

Red blood, human corpses, various limbs, internal organs from the intestines to the brain, all splattered everywhere.

The sight made his body unable to stop trembling in horror, he wanted to vomit, but unfortunately instead blood was coming out of his mouth.

It made her even more panicked and panicked, she was completely at a loss as to what was really happening.

He keeps trying to find the missing part of himself, looking for pieces of memory before he faints.

However, his memories ended when he escaped with his men. Besides, he doesn't remember it. He did not remember why he could get hurt, anything and everything had been lost in him.

It made his mind shake violently. The bleeding in his wound that had stopped flowed back.

The man tried to press her with his hand, but it was useless. The pain is getting bigger and bigger.

He tried to drag his body towards the wall beside him.

“Uughh!!... Fuck shit shit! What is really going on here?!”

The man tapped himself, his body getting hotter to the point of making it with sweat that kept pouring out.

His mind could not be clear thanks to the confusion and pain he was currently feeling.

His breath gasping along with a hoarse groan, he tried to analyze the information he got after he managed to lean his body against the wall that was behind him.

But unfortunately, just as he wanted to purify his mind, something rolled towards him.

“... Hm? What is this?”

He turned his gaze towards something, trying to move his hand and see it more clearly.

That's when he woke up. He breathed in her with a soft scream as their eyes met.

Those empty eyes were staring towards his gloomy face, it was a human head. The head is no longer connected to the rest of the body.

But that's not what surprised the man. The more surprising thing was in whose head it was.

She has blackish green hair and a face that looks like a thief. He knew who the owner of the head was.

His heart was pressurized very strongly and caused excruciating pain. The body of one of his men had derailed his mind.

No, not just one. As the man tried to look at the other bodies, he got the bodies of all his men.

“... Nnggh! A-What did— actually happen, here?!”

Too many questions hit his mind, but none of them managed to get the answer.

He lamented his desperate self around the corpses of his men whom he had regarded as his own brother.

His mind and body could not walk normally as he wished, his confusion had been turned into despair.

What should he do now?

Right now he was unable to move and had already lost a lot of blood, it was certain that only death was waiting for him. There is no hope for him now.

Everything had disappeared, there was nothing he wanted. From the bottom of his heart he wished—

“... I want to die quickly..”.

—It was the pure desire of other pure desires that he could think of.

That reasonableness really made him stressed and shuddered in horror. It felt like a normal and normal thing.

It was as if it was the only gift of God that he had.

The only option he could imagine.

The only normal thing he could think of.

Someone who wants death, is there a greater sin than that. The man was really desperate and tired...

It's over for me, he thought.

But just as he wanted to close his eyes for good, he suddenly caught something in his vision.

It was the moonlight, a beautiful moonlight that was approaching her.

But, if you look at it more thoroughly. It was the silhouette of a teenage boy.

She had beautiful white hair with pure innocence and cruelty.

His gentle smile seemed as if he was underestimating all forms of life and death.

He walked leisurely while humming cheerfully, as if he was the happiest person in this world.

The young man walked towards the man leaning on the edge of the dark hallway, his smile looking bewitching.

A strange feeling of happiness was clearly exposed on the look of his inhuman face. The man continued to stare at her, neither squinting nor blinking, he was blown away.

“Hmm... Well, it looks like there's still one person alive. Really troublesome.”

Unbeknownst to him, the young man was already in front of him. He was too dumbfounded to be unable to control himself.

The man tried to make a sound, but nothing came out of his dry throat.

The young man chuckled at his pitiful self, but a strange sense of comfort made the man ignore him.

“Alright, looks like I can let you. You're also going to die soon, it's really something to be happy about.”

It seemed that the young man had absolutely no intention of helping himself, but it didn't matter. It's even better for him.

However, thanks to the strange behavior of the young man made him curious. He narrowed his eyes trying to peek towards the young man's black eyes.

Seeing that, the young man laughed at her. He lowered his face, now they were level. The young man's black eyes looked at the man's gloomy eyes.

The question the young man asked left the man confused, but he kept thinking about it.

Repeating his question from the young man in his mind, the man tried to find the answer.

He once again looked in front of him, but soon after that the young man once again said something strange.

“Chairman, you must live and escape. We all kill each other just for you, we love you. Therefore, we will die for you. This whole thing is your fault! Your fault!! Your fault!!! YOUR FAULT! YOUR FAULT! YOUR FAULT! YOUR FAULT! YOUR FAULT! YOUR FAULT! YOUR FAULT! THIS IS ALL BECAUSE OF YOUR FAULT, CHIEF!!”

His words grew louder and louder, the head's eyes regained their senses. He frowned in despair once more.

His heart was beating so fast, his eyes were widening full of contempt for himself, his breathing was panting waiting for something to be let out.

His mind continued to oscillate with the words of the young man, his body trembling in fear more than usual.

The pain he had not felt was now back as if trying to suppress his consciousness.

His stomach screamed for help, but the chief recalled the young man's words.

'It's your fault!'

“AAAAAARRRRRGGGHHHH—!!!”

He shouted through his dry throat, the pain spreading throughout his body.

He cried, he smashed his head against the wall behind him crazily.

Those words kept ringing in his head.

'It's your fault! Your fault! Your fault! Your fault! Your fault! Your fault! Your fault!'

“Eerrrgghhh!!... Aharrrrggghhh!! No no no no no no no no no!! Aaagghh!! Stop entering my mind!!”

His head was dizzy, all throbbing with excruciating pain. The man started to keep hitting the head against the wall.

Blood started to come out from his broken head, but he didn't care.

His flesh began to shred, his hair began to fall out with drops of blood on each strand of his hair, but he did not care.

His mind went crazy with the words that the young man had previously spat out, it was burning. His mind is broken and broken.

How to describe the current situation? You can imagine what if your entire brain's nerves were burned and punctured with hot iron. Well that's how it is.

That was how the pitiful man felt, he was burning with words that were constantly being repeated in his mind.

He kept hitting his head hoping that thought was gone from his brain, but the harder he fought. The stronger the sound of those words.

'It's your fault! Your fault! Your fault! Your fault! Your fault! Your fault! Your fault! Your fault! This is all your fault, chief!!'

“TIDAAKKKKKK!!! STOPIT! STOPIT! PLEASE STOP IT!! AAAARRGGGHHHHH!!”

The man begged under his whimper, he whined like a child. His mind kept being haunted with those words.

Tears of pain continued to flood her cheeks, over time the tears began to turn into blood.

“AAAARRRRGGHHHHH—!!!”

The excruciating pain was constantly wrapped around the man's soul and body.

Pain, dizziness, heat, and throbbing. It was the pain he was feeling right now and it was getting stronger and stronger.

Only madness remained within him, no, not even he was unsure whether he was really her or not.

Everything screamed, everything danced within the flames of words. The man continuously madly hit his head.

Strong, very strong, and getting stronger. He did it no matter how much he got hurt.

He was completely tormented for his body and mind, everything was aching and throbbing.

Very severe and very severe, there was absolutely no luck for his freedom.

He breathed once and hit his head, all to eliminate the sound that kept pulsing inside his head.

“AAAAGGGGHHHHH—!!! I WANT TO DIE!!! I WANT TO DIE!!! PLEASE KILL ME QUICKLY!! AAARRRGGHHHH—!!!”

His screams continuously echoed within the passage like the cry of a demon, Rogant covered his ears as he heard it.

“Too noisy, but well, I think it's good for you to accept death. Hey, do you want to die?”

“I WANT TO DIE! I WANT TO DIE!! I WANT TO DIE!!! PLEASE QUICKLY KILL ME BEFORE I AM COMPLETELY DESTROYED!!!”

With a hoarse voice and pleading furiously, Rogant heaved a sigh of relief and smiled happily.

“So yes, thank goodness. You want happiness of your own will, it is something extraordinary! Well, you're really amazing, chief! Then, I will give this sword to you, use it to kill yourself.”

Rogant smiled mysteriously, with a gentle look, he gave the short sword he picked up from the floor and threw it towards the man.

Immediately like a dog that was not fed, the man took out his short sword.

His face was smiling, warm tears flowing from his eyes. He seemed to be wanting to repent for what he had done.

Putting the sword around his neck with trembling hands, the man smiled wider and wider with a breath of breath.

“Ahahahaha!! Good, you're a good boy! Now you can kill yourself, congratulations.”

Rogant celebrated with a gentle smile, with absolutely no intention of stopping him.

He patiently waited for the man to kill himself like seeing his son who wanted to do something extraordinary.

His body trembled, his hands trembled, as the man held his sword, his mind kept ringing with those words.

“INI YOUR FAULT!”

Without warning, the man stabbed his throat. It felt very hot and sick, his body convulsing.

His breathing stopped, blood began to pour out from his injured neck and mouth. The man had died in equal happiness.

The man had ended his suffering and life with his own hands.

His body was lying there along with the corpses of his men, it was certain that he was getting the same happiness now.

... He had obtained happiness similar to his men.

Rogant nodded in satisfaction seeing that, and again walked down the dark passage alone.

“Alright, it's time to get together with Patrecia... Oh yeah, if not one of them ran away. What should I do to him, right? Hmmm, well I think Patrecia can do something for it.”

Although there were still many question marks inside his head, Rogant did not care about it at all.

While humming cheerfully, he again walked towards the next happiness.