There is a person whose voice is so gentle that I trust and rely on so much.
But he told me that I should try my best to be killed by a man.
He said the meaning of my existence was to experience seven different deaths.
He said that was the best place for me.
Seven different kinds of death——
Gouge out the heart, cut off the neck, hang, tap the eyes, skin the skin, shoot, and die.
Everything seems to be painful.
But I don't seem to have the slightest sadness, no unwillingness, or even the slightest bit of other emotions. Do you not want to have that kind of emotion?
No, it's not.
It's that I don't have the right to have those emotions.
I shouldn't have.
What I have been given is the burden of death.
He repeated in my ears over and over again, "Go to hell, go to hell, let him kill you... Kill you..."
So gentle, yet so clear.
I don't know what fate is, nor do I believe in it.
All I need is to be killed by one person, in different ways, seven times.
That was my only relief.
It is a pseudo-system pseudo-quick travel article because the form is different.
The copywriting is in the first person and the text is in the third person. Please feel free to eat.
This article is self-inflicted, there are many negative emotions, so please be careful when entering! Be careful! ! Be careful! ! !