Vol 3 Prologue (2/2)

It’s feels like being pointed by your bad companion while you’re half-crying (maybe).

A Skeleton able to make you believe it’s the death itself. A smelly rotten body.

For a living being, it would only bring unpleasant feelings and will treat them as their natural enemy.

Human is not just a face, and not just a flesh.

Nonetheless, they can’t get along with living beings too. It’s their instinct.

For them, attacking living beings hold two meanings.

First, they can absorb soul which is their mind energy to retain themselves.

And the other one, reproducing their descendants by soul contamination.

Oh G.o.d, if you can be like that, it would be a fun skeleton life.

The soul represents the core of your own self, so if it still remains, you’re alive, but to say you’ve died if your own self change, is a very difficult question.

If just by remaining you can say you’re alive, you will acquire a life close to immortal.

But, what’s considered your own self will no longer be you.

Indeed, a difficult problem.

But, they look quite fun.

By releasing yourself from worldly attachment, you can call it a utopia.

Once upon a time, there’s capital city called Moscow in a country called Russia.

If summer is called a season br.i.m.m.i.n.g of life, then winter would be their season br.i.m.m.i.n.g of life, because it’s their breeding season.

Their natural enemy, salt water, if it’s solid frozen, it would just become ice.

The winter of north country is their ally.

If it became too cold, it would be bad for bones too though.

And they are marching to the west as a large army while saying, ‘Our season have come!!’ as if they’re young s...o...b..arders.

Just to prey upon and child-making.

……Huh? Aren’t they just a crowd of rapist?

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