Ecstas Online – Volume 8 – Prologue

Prologue

 

 

I’ve always been asking myself.

Whose fault is it?

What should I do?

Who was responsible for the accident?

Who is responsible for that girl’s death?

Is it my fault?

Why?

It’s impossible that I wanted her to die.

Everyone involved says it was an unfortunate accident, not a human-caused accident.

Is that really true?

I replied that the presentation was still premature.

However, it was put into practice.

Isn’t that a human-caused accident?

My wife says it’s my fault.

Certainly, I didn’t object strongly. But is it my fault?

After divorcing, I was alone, I didn’t leave my home.

I was at peace a little.

Yes, I was originally a person who was poor at socializing with others.

Communication with others is simply a loss of opportunity. In a limited life, the most valuable and expensive asset is time.

By making the best use of my precious time, I became a brilliant engineer. I succeeded in life at a young age.

I ended up misunderstanding.

While entering a company, forming a team with a large number of people and working, I ended up misunderstanding.

Do I have high interpersonal skills?

Can I get along well with others?

In retrospect, I foolishly got married and even had children.

If I hadn’t changed since I was young, I wouldn’t have been involved in such troubles.

I wouldn’t have experienced such a setback.

Peace and flesh-tearing suffering came around alternately. Should I die sooner?

No, wait.

Why only I have to suffer so much?

At the expense of my career, at the expense of that girl’s life, the others have a normal life.

For a brief moment, I show a sad expression on my face, I say the conventional words of condolence and make it end.

Even though I did nothing wrong, I’m suffering.

There are people who aren’t guilty of making money without working just because they’re good at conducting themselves in society.

Suddenly a flame burst inside the hollow me.

I grinded my teeth, writhed in pain and wished to break everything.

Anger.

Hatred.

Resentment.

Those things, which are the strongest emotions and the strongest incentives, gave birth to the strongest motivation.

I fell myself into the world that pushed me into hell.

To make me realize my own anger.

To take revenge on all the humans who made me go through such a bitter and outrageous experience.

To dispel the resentment of that girl who was sacrificed to save the daughter of a dastardly man.

And above all, for me.

However, there’s one problem with this method.

A lot of people other than that girl will be involved.

However, after a little thought, I realized that there was no problem.

Because I’m experiencing hell.

So what’s wrong with making happy people unhappy?

Living happily is the sin itself.

I’ll die anyway.

If I die, it’s over. Whatever happens to the world after that, it has nothing to do with me.

Then, wouldn’t it be better to take as many people as possible with me?

Besides, even insignificant sheep now turn into demons anyway when they grow up.

If so, I should dispose of them while I can.

Rather, this is justice.

While thinking so, I became interested in transforming sheep into demons.

Children are pure. They’re angelic living things.

How can they turn into ugly creatures called adults?

I want to observe the process.

I shall experiment with them in the world I made.

Let’s see the moment when an angel transforms into a demon.

──Thinking so,

I spent a long time preparing.

For that reason, even if I didn’t want to, I decided to get along with even more people.

However, because it was worth it, I saw something extremely interesting.

Fear of death and despair.

And the angels transformed into demons.

Splendid.

However, the main performance starts now.

The girl who survived by sacrificing that child, and the girl’s friends.

They’re tenacious. They don’t fall into the evil path so easily.

But I don’t have much time left.

Both the police and the idiots are eager to locate my whereabouts.

I may not be able to do much slow things anymore.

Unfortunately, judging them directly with my hands is──,

The door opened.

– Oh, you were in a place like this?

──Ichinomiya Akira.

The leader of the 2A Guild and the son of the president of 『First Palace』. He talks to me without holding any doubt.

– It’s about time to meet with Zeragiel. We’ll meet up in the hall below.

When I answered “Understood”, Ichinomiya left immediately.

Stupid guy.

I can leave a guy like him alone. The problem is that bunch that is heading to heaven.

Communication from the Devil’s Altar to the outside must be absolutely blocked.

However, that’s fun, too.

I’ll give them the moment when hope turns into despair before their eyes.

Tasting hell in heaven sounds quite ironic and pretty good.

I left the room while chuckling to myself in my mind and headed to the hall where the 2A Guild was waiting.

 

 

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