[Comprehensive] BE saves the world

Dead Handwood walked up the long stairs, and every time he took a step, he could hear the hollow echo of footsteps in the silent space.

The pure white and inorganic fluorescent lamps dye everything in an icy color, and every step you take, you can clearly feel that the air is deteriorating.

If there is substantial darkness condensed in the chilly air, the soundproof walls and doors block the sound of the outside world, making this apartment building seem to be isolated and turned into a foreign land.

No, this is a foreign land.

The air is twisting.

Sigang Muhang felt the chill gradually eroding around his body, so he was so sure.

Ignoring the darkness pushing up behind him, he threw white stones on the ground as he walked.

It was handed to him by the girl named Yaemeng before he entered this apartment.

If you want to bring [Gretel] back from the forest, you can throw white stones on the road as a signpost.

It's ridiculous.

Nekugaraki thought, throwing out a stone with black eyes painted on it again.

The most ridiculous thing is that she really believed in herself—no, to be more precise, she really became a fool in this kind of fairy tale in order to bring Yuanze Haruko back from a foreign land. Only myself who would do stupid things.

The darkness seemed to materialize, pushing him from the front and from behind.The air seemed to be mixed with invisible terror, and every breath could smell the smell of nightmares.

Sigangmuhang is no stranger to this breath.

He had felt this breath a few days ago when he was at Yuanze Yaohuo's house.

Extremely cold, extremely dark, extremely cruel terror, the aura of [floating] in an instant.

He threw another stone casually, thinking almost viciously, whatever any stupid woman wants, why on earth would he come here.

After all, getting to know that idiot was a strange thing in itself.

Deadman hates fools.

What I hate the most is Yuan Ze Haruka's type of idiot.

He hated her being like a fool, casually reaching out to others, with ignorant eyes, looking at him with ridiculous worry, asking him if it hurts, or if it doesn't matter.

He hates her always leaning over ignorantly, always showing him that stupid smiling face, completely unaware of what kind of person is standing in front of her, obviously he can pinch her with one hand He died, but she didn't know all of this at all, so she approached him without any fear, treating him like an ordinary peer.

He hates her always saying "those store girls will be weird going alone" so ask him to accompany her to donya and ramen shops, hate those sticky oyakodon, hate freshly made hot ones that burn your mouth Ramen, hated the crepes stuffed with strawberries, berries and whipped cream she handed over, hated the hamburger fried chicken and French fries she insisted on sharing with him... hated her pinching his arm and secretly showing a happy smile , as if he is happy that he has gained a little weight.

What he hated the most was the day when he casually grabbed her, whose face was pale and her legs were weak from fright, and let this stupid woman hang on his arm. He walked all the way to a nearby park where he could sit and rest, and heard what she said. After a bunch of stupid words, the stupid woman said to him "Thank you, you are really a good person".

That sentence was so ridiculous that it made him feel sick.

nice guy?Does this woman even know who she is talking to?

Saying the word "good guy" to a scumbag, to a society's trash, to the leader of an enemy alliance?

It's ridiculous, it's hilarious.

He was so stupid that he couldn't even utter a word.

There is a limit to this guy's stupidity.

So stupid, so stupid, so stupid.

Stupid enough to even remind him... of himself before he met that person.

Naive, stupid, ridiculous, the one who squatted in front of the TV every day waiting for All Might to appear, cheering for those stupid things...so stupid that he didn't want to think of himself at all.

In a foreign land that was so silent that it reminded people of death, Sigang Muhang was walking upwards alone.

In the direction of Yuanze Haruko.

Into the darkest depths.

Towards where the nightmare lies.

With every step forward, I could feel the darkness getting thicker.

With every breath, I can feel the chill in the air increase.

Crazy, terrifying, almost freezing the brain... the texture of a nightmare.

But the dead handle wood was still walking upwards, throwing white stones as it went.

He slightly pulled one corner of his mouth, revealing a smile that could almost be called "sinister".

"Nightmare..." He sneered, "Stop joking, I want to see what this kind of thing can do to me."

quiet--

In a dead space, no outside sound can be heard.

A stillness that blurs both time and space—a quietness as disturbing as death.

How long have you been walking?

What has become of the outside?

Nobody can know.

Hearing the light sound of the white stone falling to the ground, Sigangmuhang silently clenched his teeth.

He didn't care about that woman's life or death.

It would be good if such a stupid woman died.

Anyway, she will be killed by her own stupidity sooner or later.

He doesn't care.He doesn't care at all.

He's only in this place because...he's not happy.

That thing called [God's Nightmare], without his permission, casually stepped that dirty foot on his territory, which made him very unhappy.

That kind of woman, it's better to die because of her stupid kindness.

Better to be exploited to the brim by a bad guy who takes advantage of her ridiculous kindness, sucked out of every last ounce of value, then thrown away horribly, and dies alone and ridiculously, damning the world before he dies That's good!

This kind of... being involved in an inexplicable disaster and then dying inexplicably did not suit her at all.

He would not allow her to die so easily.

She must suffer in this world, be betrayed and learn to be betrayed, know how stupid that kind of innocence is, how ridiculous that kind of kindness is, and then become disgusted with all this, hate this world more than anyone else——

Like... just like him.

Kindness is the stupidest thing, innocence is the most abominable quality, trusting others is the most foolish thing.

He wants her to understand this... Before she understands, he will never allow her to die so easily!

... and no one is allowed to kill them.

"Whether it's a nightmare or a hero." Shigaraki laughed lowly, and the laughter gradually became louder and sharper, "Come if you want, let me see if you can take it away—"

It doesn't matter if you are an enemy of the world.

She lived to spread death and terror?Isn't that just right?They are enemies, not so-called heroes.

Saving the world is the responsibility of heroes, they——no, he is a [villain] ah.

So what if she turned the whole world into hell?

He wouldn't let someone else kill her.

No one can, no one can.

Anyway, she can't go back, the original world, everything normal, past relationships...then just stay by his side.

It is not protection.

He wouldn't do something so disgusting to protect someone.

It's just that... before she died tragically, he had to watch her.

He's just interested in that.

That's all.

The last white stone fell to the ground with a soft "click".

The sound echoed hollowly in the dead corridor, reminding Shikuraki of the sound of small bones falling to the ground.

He finally reached the door of this room.On the metal nameplate at the door was written [Yokoyama].

He remembered the name.

Once, because she saw him walking with Yuanzawa Haruko, she rushed up and said a lot of threatening words to him. That girl wearing the same black sailor suit as Yuanzawa Haruki... seems to be called, Yokoyama Machi?

He had only seen the girl at the door of the apartment 10 minutes ago.

But what I saw was her smashed corpse on the concrete floor.The dark red blood was like a rotten flower, gradually oxidizing on the concrete floor, turning into a dirty color.

The dead handle wooden hanger pressed his hand on the doorknob.

The door was not locked, and a black gap was slightly opened.However, the dead handle wood keenly smelled a trace of rust.

That is, the smell of blood.

At least three people died to have such a strong smell of blood.

With a "tsk", he pressed the doorknob and pushed the door open.

Then, he heard the girl crying.

An extremely thin, hoarse, almost severing sobbing sound.

Yuanze Yaohuo...she was crying.

Even the outdoor lights and moonlight are blocked by curtains indoors, even the dead wood that has been used to the dark vision, can't see clearly for a while.

He couldn't see where Yaohuo was, he could only hear her tiny, remorseful sobs.

The cries that made his heart agitated to the point of twisting into a ball.

"What are you crying about?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand, intending to press the light switch in the hallway.

However, what the fingers touched was soft, wet and cold...

dead meat.

"…………no……"

In that sobbing voice, the girl said this in such a weak volume.

Then, Nikuragi felt his hand being grabbed by another hand.

Cold and sticky, baby's little hands.

"—run away."

In the deepest part of the darkness, the little girl opened her blood-red eyes and said so.

The author has something to say: When writing this chapter, I have been looping aimer's "ibegyou"

In fact, everything that Shikuraki said had to be understood in reverse.To hate is to like, to want her to be miserable is to want her to be happy, to not want to protect is to want to protect even if you are an enemy of the world.

He actually likes the remote fire very much.

I hope everyone can give this story a little patience. The love event book of Shikuragi is necessary for the following plots and is a very important part, including the last chapter that some people think is meaningless. It is to achieve what I want The effect must be foreshadowing.

I repeat, either the plot you don't want to watch is the water.It's also impossible for me to write only the episodes you want to see.In this part, I switched the perspective to supplement the content. It is impossible for the heroine to read the heart of Shigaraki. This is not the perspective of God, so I can only write it in the third person.

All the plots I wrote were written only when I felt it was necessary. I did not cheat money with words, and I do not accept similar accusations.

that's all.