118 Episode 58: Bucket Things (1/2)

”Kuhaha!! Finally. Finally, we've fulfilled the meat receptacle!!”

The joy of thrusting up pierces his chest, and the drunken boy punches his words of joy.

”Now my activities in the world have been guaranteed. I don't even need to follow that common human organization anymore!

This strength of magic and flesh is comparable to that of a drunken boy in the ghost world.

The drunken boy is a god. The god is a title given to ghosts who enter the ten fingers even in the ghost kingdom. Because we can make the world a sea of fire with one will more than we have in the present world.

”I thought maybe not again for a while, but I could get the best vessel. You must have put up with this.”

Having summoned a drunken boy in the past (...), he has asked to be a comrade in his first encounter (Kaigu).

Nothing worth more than food, such as humans, for alcoholic children. Nothing but humiliation such as becoming a compatriot.

Naturally, he kills an unknown summoner and tries to return to the ghost world, but he (...) has made a suggestion. It is the provision of flesh that can operate without restriction in the world.

The ghost world and the human world cannot move one another's flesh, and ghosts can only act in the state of their souls. Even if it is only the soul, there is no infirmity for the time being because it is possible to produce temporary flesh by magic.

Most importantly, the flesh produced was produced only by magic complementary to the soul. The magic you are accumulating without holding for a few days is depleted and can no longer exist in this world, forcing you to return to the ghost world.

So if this proposal is something that could be achieved, it is not an exaggeration, in a sense, to be a thirst for all ghosts.

But if there's such a convenient story, there's no taking care of it. The flesh upon which the ghost's soul can settle and receive flesh requires a great deal of strength.

A low-level ghost may make it possible to possess the general human flesh, but I don't think he's in a human being, such as the flesh that a high-ranking ghost deserves. Especially if you're in the god class.

As for the doubt (gi), he (...) clears up lightly due to an insane alien called [Razorman].

I have instructed him to possess the unlucky human daughter who witnessed the scene of the summons of a drunken boy after being ghosted by [Ryosemen]. No matter how ghostly it is, a drunken boy just touched it, such as an inherently poor vessel, to extinguish it. However, within the realm of the creation of alien powers called [Razorman], the story changes. It is possible to stay in the world for a long time.

Then, he (...) gave the brother of the black-haired woman who possessed the alien, instructing him to create the flesh of a drunken boy as a [blue beard].

I have never heard of the ghost world, such as its ability to give alien powers to others. I've never been over alert, but assuming it materializes, I can receive meat for a memorial in the world. Life in the ghost world was too boring to resist this desire.

Therefore, the alcoholic child accepted the proposal and, with the help of [Bluebeard], he (...) moved the base of his activities to the world called Alteria and began to look for candidates for his own flesh in the future.

The original [Blue Beard] was a guy who couldn't use his heart with all the crying.

So I continued to persuade him, as gutsy as a babysitter song, that the emancipation of his sister, his dark-haired daughter, and the inhabitants of this world were not [Bluebeard] knowing people, at times tender and at times harsh.

The magic seeping out of a drunken boy is the poison itself for the human spirit. When he first ghosted and murdered humans, [Blue Beard] was transformed into a puppet of a drunken boy.

[Bluebeard] gives orders named Suggestions, and one after the other, they ghost humans. I just couldn't get around to the flesh to which a drunken boy would always receive meat.

That was the time. We found that kid at the northernmost end of the kingdom of Amulzess, the main activity area of [Heroic Paradise].

Amazing physical ability to the immense magic and powerful technique that lightly destroyed the body of the [Bluebeard] puppet. Everything matched the conditions.

So I incited [Blue Beard] to pull him into [Rabbit Gate].

Luckily, he was already weak, and he would never fail. I even bracketed the height.

The anticipation is stunningly betrayed, he can't haunt inside, and his spirit can't dive into the deep world at last.

If you don't stay alive, you can't make the best ghost vessel. That incredible phenomenon happened when we couldn't even kill him and he was blocked in all directions.

In other words, the brunette's daughter, Kanna's flesh, was suddenly enough for the vessel.

The cause cannot be considered, but there is no doubt that the meat reception has been completed. I don't care if it's later. Just do what you want.

It would be because the drunken boy received meat perfectly. Because of its magic, [Rushengmen] 's powers are about to disappear.

That alien still has value for use. [Bluebeard] should be recovered later. This one has his sister's body. He will never be able to resist.

”Do you want to kill all the [heroic paradise] guys? No, before that, you snuck in here to get rid of the filthy rats first.”

It would be just the right prep movement to slaughter the [heroic paradise] guys.

Walk toward the intruder.

The intruders seemed a lot better than I expected.

Among them, the three bodies were distinctly different from humans. Especially from a blue-haired woman who smelled like superb meat.

So I illuminate the alcoholic boy's alien powers - [Way Back Bow ”Chihito Yumi”] toward the left arm of the blue-haired woman.

[Road Rewind Bow ”Chihikai no Yumi”] is the ability to keep the part of the Road Rewind Bow illuminated by the light arrow moving to a certain range of the activator.

After transferring the woman's left arm to her right arm, she bites and chews.

”Delicious no no no no!!”

I was screaming unexpectedly at the deliciousness of the trembling back of my throat. This one's fine. Excellent! Those humans seem to be immersed in meat with plenty of magic, and they look delicious on top of this.

The drunken boy has a thick blood of the original ghost. In other words, a ghost is a peculiar species that eats others and raises the upper limit of magic. Humans in particular are the highest level of ingredients. Can I say that if I change the way I say it, it will tame my belly? The magic contained in the eaten human cells accumulates efficiently into the ghost soul, lifting the body and spirit to a level one step above.

That blue-haired woman is super rare that flesh is human and soul is otherwise. I just take a bite, and I feel the force gushing out as turbulence, all over my body. I don't even see the upside after eating up that meat.

(It's on. I'm really on it)

Suddenly, the blue flaming pillars roll up and the figure of the blue-haired woman turns smaller. On the other hand, the enchantment power of the woman had risen so significantly that it was not comparable to earlier.

Besides, that arm, it's already full speed. Apparently, they also have amazing recovery abilities.

”Yeah, right. You seem to have the ability to regenerate, and you're the only one I can keep alive for my lunch box.”

All you can eat delicious meat. Plus, now that you've fulfilled your complete flesh reception. I don't even have much reason to keep that kid alive. Then I'll eat it and use it as food. The drunken boy had no slight suspicion of the ending at this time.

boom, beating the whole body of a annoying blue-haired woman, gripping her neck, and slowly tightening it up,

(Hmm?)

I sensed an unusual increase in magic from those on the ground.

If you stare down at the ground, your gaze collides with a horribly unfamiliar brunette.

Pierced by unmotivated eyes with a marked lack of joy and sorrow, warfare flashes on his head like electric light.

(Who? There shouldn't have been a guy like that in the intruder)

Black-haired man suddenly appearing at the end of his eyes and nose without any foretaste.

”Nha!?”

When stunned words slip out of his mouth, he grabs his right wrist.

”I'll have it back.”

At the next moment, the drunken child's body falls fast to the ground and stabs deep into the ground, as if it had been tapped off with a giant hand.

”Gu...”

Bright red blood blowing up from your right wrist. As he stood up, he was standing in front of him, praising his face for the sharp pain over his long forgotten whole body.

There is a desperate difference between ghosts and human physical abilities. Its weak man is more agile than a drunken boy, also known as the Ghost God. That's impossible if the heavens and the earth are turned upside down.

But it's also true that a drunken boy was hurt. Is it his psychic powers? I've never even heard of a deity or a scratching psychic.

”Inferior creature (food), what have you done now?

In a confused head, I manage to squeeze that word.

”Give it up. You can't run anymore.”

When the brain recognizes the meaning of his response, the rage boils so intensely that his gut trembles.

”Running away!? I said run away!!”

This delicious smell. It's just a human being in front of you. Humans are the best ingredients that empower ghosts. Nothing more or less. It's livestock, so to speak. The greatest insult from that livestock. There's no way I can forgive you.

That's why I decided to show my nature.

That's what a drunken boy as a god is all about.

This leg force drives like a mountain into a rigid arm that also crushes a large rock in one blow. Even then, it makes sense for humans and others to incontinently escape. In addition, because of its rigidity, if you see this demon sword [ghost fog pill] that can be revitalized, let's look up and put down forgiveness for what kind of ghost general it is.

[Haunted Misty Maru] is cut off from the common human building that was just on the right.

”What do you say?

This power creeps me out. Even more so if you are a small human being.

”I don't care what they say...”

Again, a brunette doesn't even show any emotional shards, only stares at a drunken boy with those dark eyes.

Nothing. This reaction is not bizarre. When you meet a giant, unexplainable being, it's something that makes you emotionless. That is also evident from previous experience in the ghost world.

”Kill the electric light with a single blow! You wouldn't have seen it, would you? I get it. I get it. Your fear is desperate!!”

Right now, this human spirit will be occupied with utter terror, and we will be desperately asking for an opportunity to escape from this place.

”Yes, yes, I'll deal with them, just call me.”

Even the dark-haired man comes to me as if he were frightened. A flaming rage blows up at this provocative human word, but it immediately suppresses it.

In the ghosts of my people, there are rare people who lack a sense of crisis. As a rule of thumb, they existed in so many ways that the difference in force was greater. Same goes for this brunette. In the tangent of his power, he cannot measure the power of this drunken boy, and therefore he cannot evoke fear. That's got to be it.

So, to remind him of the difference in strength, kick him in the ground flesh and shake down [ghost fog pills] to cut off his right shoulder.

(What!?

I thought I cut off his right shoulder [ghost fog circle], cut the sky gently, then the crushing sound of metal shook his eardrum.

An unfinished dagger protruded into his abdomen when he pulled his jaw. Have you been attacked? Is this unrecognizable move his psychic powers?

Either way, it turns out his means of attack are limited. This dispelled the anxiety element in case.

”Then cry out!

The drunken boy re-grips the [ghost fog pill] and starts a fierce chase on the dark-haired man.

(Why!?)

- I can avoid all the knives swinging down to amputate his right wrist, and all the slashing that makes him a lateral giraffe to amputate his little clever legs with one thin piece of skin.

(Shit!

The guy who avoided the full blow he unleashed on his head takes a long sword out of his right hand as he distances himself from the drunken boy.

A sword so martial that it leaks laughter by accident without any decorations being exchanged.

”It doesn't matter how much you give them!!”

Interpretation, a weapon made by man. There must be a significant difficulty in strength. This [ghost fog pill] can cut off each of its swords.

”Dead!!”

A slaughter that let go of the brunette man in a hanging attempt to cut him apart. It cut his meat clean off even the grated ground - it should have.

”What?”

It was a startling voice that leaked out of the mouth of a drunken boy.

Naturally, that blunt sword that I thought I had amputated prevented a thorough blow from a drunken boy.

The next moment, the shock that occurs in the abdomen and the earth and heaven that shift at high speeds.

”Ooh...”

When he noticed, the drunken boy was unnecessarily poking his knees on the ground.

I was beaten by a food man. The dull pain in that first humiliation caused the alcoholic child to vomit again and again.

(Huh!?)

My whole body is stiff and strong as a stick at the signs that have arisen right next to me.

”Reflex nerves, muscle strength, endurance, technology, it's all immature. I'm sorry, but if it's your age, it's a mess in this world.”

Sparks scatter across your vision at the strong impact that occurs in your jaw. And when you recognize your own flesh rising in the sky is falling, again, your vision distorts. He was slapped all over his body and the pain ran to pieces.

Unilaterally stuck in food? There can never be such humiliation, and you can't admit it.

”You!!!”

He wakes up from the stuck wall, plays the [ghost fog pill] like a bow, and jumps at him with all his might.