Heigwang Banjo (4)
Death befitting the path awaits everyone.
Then, what type of death suits me?
Maybe it’s the appearance of a rather fierce woman with black hair and a cute smile.
Minha standing in front of me right now is my death.
I thought that while pointing at my chest from the roof of a building 600 meters above the ground.
[Here. Here’s what you’re looking for.]
My voice was bizarrely altered through a device inside the face shield.
[The detonation of the bomb installed in this building, cool! There’s a detonator.]
I wanted to spit out blood, but I just swallowed it because I was wearing a face shield.
Feeling the fishy taste of blood in my mouth, I was convinced that I didn’t have much time left.
There really isn’t much left now.
That’s why I have to end it here today.
I will finish everything with my own hands and die.
Looking at me like that, Minha coldly opened her mouth.
“It must be time to die soon, Dr. Cube.”
[Anyway… something like that… Same.]
I couldn’t speak anymore because of the continuous burst of coughing.
Due to the use of the Aura, the hair instead of its original color turned bright purple and fluttered backwards.
Even the purple shining eyes and the pretty face that always made me smile.
Looking at Min-ha shining brightly, I struggled to speak.
[The detonator is myself. The timer is running and no one can stop it. But it’s not that there’s no way to stop it.]
He said with a smile hidden behind his face shield.
[Tear my body apart. And neutralize the cube.]
And you will become S-class, Minha.
I’m dying.
With all the notoriety and sins I’ve accumulated up until now, I embraced them all.
[Now, come on… Cool cool! Me… cool… !]
Min-ha slowly approached me as I was coughing and unable to straighten my body properly.
The floor of the rooftop cracked open with every step of the condensed power, and the aura of purple aura made her hair stand upright.
Yeah good. Kill me
Come on, Minha.
Break your ribs and burst your heart to death, come on!
Callsign Biomete.
Purple meteor.
A class A hero from the Administration Bureau.
My precious disciple, Minha.
The child I cherished and loved.
I finally die. In the hands of the disciple he raised himself.
Isn’t it a very strange fate?