I, Hikigu, are contained by the evil god

……

In the corner of the battlefield, the body of the ghoul named John was riddled with holes, with his own blood and the blood of the enemy on his body. From the start of the battle to the present, the short 1 minute felt extremely long to him.

In fact, he has no lofty ideals. He feels that he is a small person. It's just that the ghouls around him are all working hard for something. He was infected and coerced, so he muddleheadedly joined this big event that changed the fate of the ghouls.

Up to now, he still doesn't have the consciousness to fight for the long-cherished wish of the ghouls, but he has truly given his life for the ghouls.

"Why do you want to die..."

"But if I don't die, more ghouls will be killed."

"Indeed, I don't have much enlightenment, and I'm not very noble."

"However, I have been ordinary all my life, and occasionally I want to be a hero."

"Just this time, I will be a hero in the eyes of other ghouls."

puff-

Several swords pierced his body at the same time, and the siege of the three agents made him stop the savage rush and lost his life.

boom!

He fell heavily, and his eyes that were not closed seemed lifeless and dull.

"Will my future generations remember what I did today?"

"Will you remember?"

... John the Ghoul died in battle at the age of 34. He died without knowing why. He had no faith at all, but he truly deserves the respect and commemoration of all ghouls.

……

In the corner of the battlefield, a ghoul named Mamoru stalked the agent in front of him frantically.

His strength is a bit weaker. Although he is not afraid of death, the detectives on the opposite side are also not afraid of death. Therefore, his weakness soon became obvious.

He knew in his heart that he was going to die.

It's ugly, isn't it making no contribution at all?

He, in fact, can't be said to be unwilling to be content with the status quo, and he doesn't want to be a human being... He is a guy who is easily satisfied, and the best natural skill is to live with the situation.

He muddled along, even if the life of the ghouls was really difficult, he could accept and be content with the status quo.

But when his parents died, they told him that their only regret in this life was not being able to live as a human being.

But his wife wanted to be a human being, and her greatest wish in life was to go to a lively place to play, instead of staying in a dark and cold lair deserted.

But his child didn't want to eat the dirty carcass covered in maggots, and the child cried out in his dreams to eat octopus balls.

He is not a good son, nor is he a good husband, nor is he a good father... He cannot give them the life they want, he is just a waste of life.

Then, he went to the battlefield.

"Dad, Mom, have you seen it? If you are reincarnated, you will be able to live as human beings, right?"

"Honey, you can go shopping casually in the future, although my husband may not be able to accompany you, sorry."

"Son, grow up well, eat whatever you want, grow tall and strong, and become a very powerful person... Don't learn from your trashy dad."

He just thought, since his wife and son want to be human so much, and since everyone doesn't want to be a ghoul so much, then they shouldn't die, right?

They have not yet become human, so they must be very unwilling to die like this, right?

So, here he comes, to die.

Because he didn't want to be a human being, a good-for-nothing like him, even if he died now, he would have nothing to be unwilling to do... If this is the case, isn't it a matter of course for him to come to die?

boom!

Mamoru Maki was blown away weakly, he fell to the ground, and had no strength to get up again, the ground was stained red with blood.

He was lying on the ground, his eyes became more and more blurred, and his eyes became more and more lax.

"Hey hey hey."

He seemed to be smiling, a contented and honest smile.

Even though he was about to die, he was still laughing...like a fool.

Mamoru Maki has been a waste of his life who only promises to go with the situation.

This time, this little man probably became a hero once.

"It feels pretty good."

He does not fight for lofty aspirations,

He fought for his wife and for his son.

He has no skills, some only have brute force, and he only has the responsibility of being a father and a husband.

He was just doing his best as a son, a husband, a father; he just thought it would be better for him to die than for anyone else to die.

That's it.

"I love you very much, wife."

"I really want to grow up with you, son."

...The ghoul Maki Shouzhan died at the age of 43. In the last few days of his life, the mediocre life of the ghoul bloomed the most brilliant youth.

……

And what about the agents?

The heroic and generous death of the ghouls does not mean that the agents are incapable of singing and crying.

……

corner of the battlefield.

A veteran detective named Teng Watanabe brandished a containment in the shape of a long sword in his hand.

The side effect of the containment caused him to feel pain all over his body, almost trembling.

"Ahhh!"

While roaring and dancing his sword, he wanted to relieve his pain in this way, which was quite different from his usual polite appearance.

...Watanabe Teng is an elite from the branch of the Japan Association. When he was transferred from Tokyo, he was ready to sacrifice.

That morning, he bid farewell to his old mother at home.

"Mom, I'm leaving, you take care of yourself at home."

The elderly mother didn't say anything, just patted his shoulder with trembling hands and squeezed the back of his hand.

"Okay, come back soon."

The same sentence, my mother repeated for nearly 20 years... and more than 20 years ago, she also said this to Watanabe Teng's father.

——She is not an ordinary person who knows nothing, she is a civil servant of the association, and Watanabe Teng's father is an agent of the association.

On that day more than 20 years ago, nine-year-old Watanabe Teng only thought that his father was a policeman and was going to do dangerous things.

"Dad, can you not go?"

Dad stroked Watanabe Teng's little head, he looked capable and gentle, his eyes were gentle and doting,

"Silly boy, there are always people who will go to some things."

When going out that day, my mother said goodbye to my father in the same way, "Okay, come back early."

However, after that parting, Dad never came back.

Later, Watanabe Teng also joined the association by mistake. He still remembers the almost despairing eyes of his mother when she found out that day.

Every time he sets out on a mission, he is worried, and there are many missions where he knows that the probability of death is more than [-]%.

Probably, no one is born a hero,

But there are always people who achieve greatness with an ordinary body...

puff! ! !

Suddenly, with an inadvertent move, facing the siege of two ghouls, Watanabe Teng was pierced through the heart by a ghoul's tail.

puff-

Wei He pulled out, Watanabe Teng staggered back a few steps, with a clang, the long sword fell off the ground, and he fell down.

Watanabe Teng knew that his career as an agent was over.

"Whirring whirring--"

Panting heavily like a bellows, he tried hard to put his hands on the hole in his chest, but the blood spurted out from his hands more violently than a fountain.

Turning his face to the side, Watanabe Teng's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and the sound of fighting in his ears became farther and farther away.

Gradually, a familiar figure appeared in Watanabe Teng's blurred vision.

He blinked his eyes, thinking that he was wrong, but the figure became more and more clear——

A silver-gray windbreaker, a capable and refined appearance... Watanabe Teng seems to have seen his father, who has been dead for more than 20 years and nearly 30 years, walking towards him.

His father smiled at him, and Watanabe Teng laughed too.

oh!He knew, Dad came to pick him up.

Suddenly, Dad gave him a thumbs up, as if praising him: "Son, you did a good job!"

Watanabe Teng blinked, the pride and slyness in his eyes only existed when he was a child... Since he was nine years old, he has never seen such an expression again.

"Dad, you always say that I can't do great things. Now I have accomplished many great things, just like what I wrote in my elementary school composition. I have become a great me!"

"But..." Watanabe Teng hesitated again,

"I'm just worried, my father and I are gone, what will mom do..."

Dad stood there with a smile and didn't speak.

"Well... I can only ask the old man to forgive me."

Watanabe Teng sighed in annoyance.

"If there is an afterlife, I will definitely be your son!"

"……Oh, right!"

Watanabe Teng seemed to remember something important again, he moved his drowsy and aching brain with difficulty, and slowly turned his eyes to the hard-working detective colleagues-judging from the entry time, most of them should be regarded as his juniors.

He wanted to salute, but he couldn't do it anymore, so he could only salute,

"The fate of mankind is in your hands!"

"Please! Please protect this world!"

... Detective Watanabe Tengzhan died at the age of 38. He had been in the job secretly for 21 years.

It is worth mentioning that his father, Makoto Watanabe, was also 38 years old when he died in battle.

His mother, who worked as a civil servant all her life, was lucky to die well.

Their family has sacrificed everything for mankind and the world.

The family is full of loyalty and heroes from generation to generation.

……

This is the story that is happening at this moment, in every corner of this battlefield.

So it is obvious that this war really has nothing to do with right or wrong.

It's just because of different races and different positions, so we can only face each other life and death.

No wonder they are all in this mysterious world. In this world, no matter whether they are human beings or non-human beings, whether they are associations or non-associations, there is no way out, and they are all in despair, step by step towards the abyss of hell.

Blame it on the utterly crappy world for being unreasonable.

In this fucking world, all people who resist and struggle in their own way for the sake of their compatriots and future generations are all great and have become "heroes".

today,

it's here,

Everyone has faith,