PSYCHO FAKE

Prolog [Revision]√

I think this story is boring....

This story is just the boasting of a man who is dreaming of this world the way he wants...

Uninspiring....

This is just a piece of thought that has long been stored and is now spilled in tens of thousands of words to compose sentences,,,, paragraphs, to pages.

Hey can I ask you something?, if you're done reading this story about what's on your mind.

This story g!la, this story consists of an arrangement of paragraphs from someone who thinks of g!la...

It's so dizzy to think about this..

You want to hear the story?

Want to read the story?

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Did ya? You want?

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I give you one fact that this story is just someone's delusion assembled into a story. A groove made from his delusion. The player character who knows who it is to be the guide of the plot from beginning to end, until finally the story is either happy ending or sad ending.

But this delusion does not want to be made reality, so this delusion is only used as a series of words to satisfy the hidden ideology.

Let people know what they are thinking right now.

Yasudah, let's start the story.....

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Oye! May I ask you a question?

But before I ask any further, may I ask you to think about this world...

What kind of world do you want?

You must have thought about it, right? It would be very happy if the world was exactly what you dreamed it was...

Nah! Try to imagine for a moment what kind of world you want. Freer. Now let your brain think as freely as possible about anything you want in this world.

Done it..

What kind of world are you dreaming of?

Is the world peaceful and peaceful? You are a relaxed person and like to think logically. Don't want to be disturbed or disturbed, live for yourself.

Uh, you like a fun world, don't you? What kind of fun? That's very common, explain in more detail!

Wow, apparently not both, you like a stressful world huh? The world is filled with strange creatures and you become the adventurer, become the greatest man or become the king. Hahaha, what is it? I thought you were a 'otaku'. But it's okay, I told you to fantasize so there's no limit. Whatever~

Ain't she? You want this world to be filled with something 'megic' or mystical and you have magic powers? Oh god, very aesthetic, I like that too, hihihi. But I also like the one up there so fantasy.

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Out of reason this thought of yours, great, continue your talent.

Thinking of the impossible is fun.

And this story is thinly different from the one above it. Equally imaginary.

A strange world.

Sometimes terrible

Sometimes astounding

Sometimes stressful

Bizarre

Just like his imaginary (*author)

Wanna know?

Really want to know?

Scroll down!

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Central continent, 2100 January 12

The carcasses of the corpses were lying in the way of the corridor, the stench everywhere, it was simply powerless to continue breathing the filthy air...

This is where the body is, in the 'Hunter' Lab/the evil hunter. They had just harvested humans who were in the central continent, the Stone Continent was her name, as it produced many beautiful precious stones. Well, even though not all humans in the world are caught.

"CK, WOY YOU GUYS CLEANED UP THIS CORPSE, WHY WAS IT BRED HERE ANYWAY? NGALANGIN TAU"

Said the muscular man who dragged the teenage boy in his grasp. Every now and then he kicked the rotten body pieces that blocked his path..

"ish, we have a shortage of people, let this be anyways we makai mask"

Another said while pointing at her face covered in a special mask.

"yes yes yes"

Reply to the muscular man earlier sewot. He stepped forward into a room, many tools scattered here and there, no matter what the tool is.

"Where? there's progress"

Ask the muscular man.

"There is, if you bring those humans in good condition" replied the old man dressed in white with an unpleasant tone heard "Try to see that" pointing to the one behind the muscular man "Try better to treat others, this will slow down the path of surgery if the body is weak frail like this" he continued while shaking the head.

"You know how else, they fight"

Clearly anyway. The old professor did not argue.

"They should be happy to be made perfect beings, but they refuse. Short brain base"

The old prof muttered slowly.

Coinciding with that, there was a very loud siren sound. There were huge footsteps leading to the room they were in.

"WATCH SIR, THEY'RE CREEPING"

DUARR

Not yet had the thick mustache complete his words, Big bombs hit their headquarters and destroyed the building that a few months ago only built by the Hunter.

Not just once the bomb was in the explosion, it turned out up to 7 times. The base was charred to pieces not wanting to leave even one life of the people inside.

The people on the fighter were relieved, they looked at the flat ground sharply.

"I won't let you touch a human here again, a heretic"

The muttered commander from earlier had been lurking the Hunter people there from afar.

"MAKE OBSTACLES, LET US NOT LIE AGAIN"

His orders, don't want any rejection. The people there were ready.

The murderers and perverts on the edge of the central continent have been eradicated, not least the corpses and ordinary humans who were there also perished.

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