Calamity Crown

Then, he saw the roommate.

The other party is on the phone.

"Please, meet me, or I'll jump off."

"Jump!"

"Jump if you can!"

A female voice rang on the phone.

"Then I'll jump!"

Saying this, the roommate really stood up and jumped down.

But a hand grabbed him back again.

Yes, Goethe.

"Ugh."

Sighing, Goethe let go of the opponent, allowing the pale opponent to sit slumped on the ground.

"Are you scared?"

"afraid."

"Is it still dead?"

"No."

During the question and answer period, Goethe's former roommate began to return to normal, and at this time——

Snapped!

Goethe slapped the opponent.

The sound is crisp.

"Don't get me wrong, it's not to wake you up, it's just that I was a little bit upset before and wanted to hit you... Anyway, it's not true, it doesn't matter if I hit you?"

As Goethe spoke, he slapped his buttocks and stood up, walking downstairs.

And that roommate stared blankly at Goethe's back.

Just when Goethe was about to disappear, he shouted.

"I treat you to a rice bowl with oily meat!"

"Two!"

Goethe responded without stopping, and his figure disappeared.

When he walked out of the stairs again, he saw a girl.

His deskmate in high school.

High ponytail, big eyes, no makeup, but full of youthful atmosphere.

He wrote a confession letter.

The girl responded too.

I didn't say no, I didn't say I agreed, I just said that study comes first, and I don't think about it before taking the entrance exam to God's University.

To this end, he worked hard.

In the end he was admitted to Imperial University, but the girl failed.

I heard it was because I fell in love with a bastard in the next class.

Mixed feelings.

This is the first time that Goethe felt that people's hearts are very complicated.

"Eh? Eh?"

"why do not you talk?"

"You won't be angry, will you? I didn't reject you, it's just that I don't want to fall in love before I take the entrance exam to God Capital University."

During evening self-study, the girl whispered.

"Well, that's good too."

Goethe responded, and then grabbed the girl's hand.

Don't let go.

The girl was frightened silly.

When she came back to her senses, she saw Goethe's hippie smiling face, and the girl's eyes were red.

Goethe let go of his hand, got up and walked to the place where the mop was placed at the back of the classroom, picked out a strong mop, held it with one hand, and lifted the mop against the corner of the wall.

card.

The mop broke, and Goethe waved it, feeling the feel of the mop handle.

Then, he walked out of the classroom, kicked open the door of the next class, and swung the mop stick round the bastard's face.

He directly stunned the opponent.

Hilarious.

By the time it stopped, the mop rod had already broken.

Goethe sat on the junior high school bus, and the people around him looked at him in shabby clothes with disdain in their eyes.

children.

Not much will be hidden.

children.

It's all sensitive.

Goethe chose to use his fists to hide his inferiority complex.

until--

"This is for you to eat, don't bully others, okay?"

The girl in junior high gave him a bar of chocolate.

"it is good!"

Goethe promised.

Just like when he was in elementary school, he read aloud "study hard and make progress every day" with the teacher of the orphanage.

Time moves on.

Goethe is getting smaller and smaller.

From elementary school students to children.

From a child to a baby in swaddling clothes.

That was in a cradle.

A hand reached out to hug him.

"Okay, stop."

Goethe said calmly.

He doesn't want to see it.

Although there is a high probability that they are his biological parents, but does it matter who his biological parents are since he grew up in an orphanage?

Not important anymore.

Instead of watching, it will only increase troubles.

Might as well not watch.

After all, he regards the teacher of the orphanage as his mother.

This……

enough!

The screen stops.

Everything returns to the present.

A monster appeared in the sky.

It has a human-sized face, half of which is soft and smiling, and the other half is a gear, the kind of gear that is rotating, and it is a perfect combination with the other half of the face.

Soft smiling face with closed eyes.

On the face of the gear, the one-eyed indifference.

One arm after another, derived from the place where the gears rotate, rotates around the face in a perfect circle, the five fingers on the palm become thighs, and the grown thighs continue to develop calves and soles, and the five fingers on the soles of the feet begin to grow again. Arms grew out, and in this cycle, they circled the face 12 times.

It seems like a lot, but it is completed in an instant.

And at the moment of completion, these brothers and feet shot towards Badar's body with twelve arms on all sides like missiles, submerging Badar in an instant.

with desire.

full of sinking.

In the Buddha's light, the originally peaceful face of Badal transformed by those animals became ferocious in an instant, full of greed, hatred and ignorance.

They growl, they howl.

They turned around and broke away from the Buddha's light, and rushed towards Badal's body.

Badar's bloody head opened its mouth wide and roared.

Not against Goethe, but against Badal himself.

"Kill kill kill!"

The bloody head roared, and the two arms practiced dancing the vajra.

"Rage, anger, anger!"

Not to be outdone, the black head controlled two arms and stood together with the bloody head.

The skull behind the head sang softly.

"Longevity! Immortality!"

"Arhat! Bodhisattva!"

"I am the only one in the sky!"

The head of the main body with blue face and fangs shook again and again.

Seems to be banishing those thoughts.

It seemed that he wanted to keep himself calm.

But useless.

It has long been affected.

"Shut up, you are just me... ah!"

Before the blue-faced fang-toothed head could finish speaking, it was bitten by the skull at the back of the head. The blood-colored and black-faced heads also controlled their arms together, and smashed the vajra pestle on the blue-faced fang-faced head.

True. Cannibalism.

And the center of the countless palms and feet of the Beast of Desire grew a mouth and sharp teeth, and began to crazily bite and devour Badal's body.

The head with a half-compassionate human face and half a cogwheel-faced face was hidden in the void. The mechanical one-eyed stared at all this indifferently, and a tear flowed from the corner of the closed eye.

Goethe could see this scene clearly.

The corners of his eyes twitched.

This is my 'realization of desire'?

Why are you so hypocritical?