Part 3 Episode 3: Catastrophic Art.
Warning: There will be some slightly despairing scenes today. Please be prepared and watch…
“…So.”
I quietly looked down at the figure in front of me.
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The small plastic sculpture, which was vividly expressed as if a human had been reduced to a small size and time had been stopped, resembled a human very much.
Even I, who is close to ignorance in this regard, am amazed.
…And unfortunately.
I was not able to admire it with ease.
This is because the mask the figure was wearing was a very familiar mask.
Three crescent moons rising in the dark night.
The two lines bent up and down and gave an eerie look.
The remaining one hung from the bottom and was curved into a bowl shape as if to catch the falling tears.
“..Is this me?”
Golden Supreme was barraging me with questions and this is what he brought to me, saying it would make me realize my popularity.
“Yes! You are the only villain among the villains who has been made into a figure that people can buy! That means people like Obscure! You can be proud!”
…Why?
“All I’ve done is destroy things and cause harm to people…”
Honestly, my conscience pricks me.
The first thing I did when I came to this world…
Bank… Robbery…
And then he created an organization and started a back alley war that was evaluated as a war that should never happen again…
I sent a magical girl into a goal and destroyed a city.
…Why on earth?
“People don’t know that the past was the work of the Obscure! Only bigwigs like us know that it was the Obscure’s actions. And that past is recognized by the villains.”
Such…The past?
I can’t say it was a good past.
You Anti.
“People know that Obscure’s actions were a righteous act of destroying the corrupted magical girl, Casalo Blanche, and exposing all of her evil deeds. Of course, she was bound to gain fans, right?”
“…….”
“….Puhup.”
I looked down at the figure in front of me with dead eyes, and Evie Vendetta looked into my eyes and paradoxically had happiness in her eyes and a smile on her lips.
A black spinal cord was writhing around the figure.
It’s real… Maybe that’s greed.
And…
I slightly turned my gaze to the figure’s arm.
Black scales sprouted and covered my sleeves.
「That’s not me.」
As I was examining the scales growing on my arm, Oman let out a thought that was almost a scream.
Should I say that he was so urgent that he spoke in the same tone as usual.
Anyway, it wasn’t the usual delivery method.
「Me.
Scales.
Is.
Beautiful.
Answer.
No.”
..You are arrogant.
“Ah! Obscue has also opened a fan cafe. Would you like to check it out?”
“…No. It’s okay…”
I tried to refuse, but Golden Supreme moved faster.
Golden Supreme quickly took out his cell phone and accessed somewhere.
Immediately the screen was thrust in front of my eyes.
And on the unfolded screen.
[I wrote a poem as Obscue.]
Uriopa (于里烏播), Gaegwiyeeo (凱歸蠡魚), Hagopunggeo (河鼓風去), Sakdahaera (削多海蘿), God’s beauty (神義美貌), the land of the world (世上間地) In the Yongan (用安恚西), it shines (費治難多), it recognizes the left (正), it recognizes the right (右虜人正), Apgurugi (狎鷗漏器), cave after cave (大窟大窟), every day Theory (每日理論) Deokhu’s mind (德厚馬音) Even if it is the main stage (主楪伊亽) (轄地羅道) I will know (來駕謁揭) Moyashibal (暮夜始發) My circumnavigation ( Internally, it is just and right.
This is crazy.
Where did you learn all these Chinese characters?
“There is also something like this.”
I tried to stop Golden Supreme again.
This time too…Golden Supreme was faster.
With 100 million won invested, her physical ability was such that it took less than 1 second to move a single finger.
Starting today, Obscure and I will break away from our support relationship and become one body. Any attack on Obscure is considered an attack on me. If there were 7 billion Obscure fans in the world, I would be one of them. If there were 100 million obscure fans in the world, I would be one of them. If there were 10 million Obscure fans in the world, I would still be one of them. If there were a hundred Obscure fans in the world, I would still be one of them. If there is only one Obscure fan in the world, that one person would be me. If there isn’t a single Obscure fan in the world, then I don’t exist in the world.
Obscue. My love. Obscure. My light. Obscure. My life Obscure. My joy. Obscure. My rest. Obscure. My soul Obscure. Me.
Okay. sh*t.
Even if something goes wrong, it is definitely wrong.
Perhaps I had lust?
Evie Vendetta finally burst out laughing.
“Our little boss is very popular~!”
I was so confused that I grabbed my aching head and trembled.
Honestly, it didn’t feel that bad.
How many people would not like it when people give them this kind of attention?
..But unfortunately.
“..I am a villain.”
If I get attention, I get in trouble in many ways.
“…Let’s look at this. Now let’s talk about the transaction again.”
When I stretched out my hand and took out the trading device, the Golden Supreme stopped moving.
“..Is that so?”
The spirit of the Golden Supreme has been replaced.
A greedy smile appeared on his lips again.
Golden Supreme is back in business.
“If you say it earlier, I will give the ‘future’ to Obscue. You are saying that you will give me a ‘case to make money’. Is that correct?”
“..That’s half true. Golden Supreme lent me a tool to see the future. I will tell Golden Supreme everything that has to do with money that will definitely happen in the future. No, I will raise it up for you. I’ll give it to you.”
Golden Supreme frowned slightly and tilted his head.
“But. If you do something like that, it probably won’t cause much peace, considering Obscue’s actions. Why are you trying to destroy the reputation you’ve built up? Among the villains so far, there is this overwhelming support from the citizens. “There are no villains, so why?”
“…..”
I was silent and thought to myself.
Fame?
Popular?
Gigi?
Do those things even save me?
Something terrible things like disaster will happen soon.
In that situation, would you even give me a rope?
Will you at least extend a hand of salvation to me?
No. No.
In the end, it is I who saves myself.
Fame? Popularity? Support?
I don’t need that to survive.
Of course, it may be useful to some extent.
But in the face of a real disaster, it is reduced to nothing of any use.
They are such beings. ‘Disaster’ is.
“No need. Things like that.”
I answered bluntly and held out my hand.
“Could you give it to me now? This is a matter that requires a quick decision.”
“..You seem to be in quite a hurry. I understand.”
The Golden Supreme smiled and raised his hand.
The golden energy coalesced again and formed a round shape.
Golden series, No5. Golden incense burner
The golden incense burner was bundled up and placed in front of me.
“Here it is.”
“…..”
I picked up the golden incense burner and placed it at the head of the sofa.
Then I lay down straight on the sofa.
“Evie Vendetta. I’ll tell you just in case you don’t know.”
I looked straight at Evie Vendetta, and Evie Vendetta responded with a smile.
“Tell me~.”
“..Please protect me. Please.”
“I’m asking a favor from such a handsome man, so of course I should grant it~.”
I closed my eyes in relief.
People say.
They say vision cannot be bought with money.
But. That kind of common sense.
It does not work on Golden Supreme.
“…..?”
The Golden Supreme hesitated for a moment and then spoke.
“..1 Billion investment. Future purchase.”
…1 Billion?
Even I was confused, and smoke billowed out from the incense burner and softly enveloped my surroundings.
I feel drowsy.
Like waves quietly swallowing up a sandy beach.
It devours me.
……!
I woke up.
In sleep.
But still.
It was in a dream.
Burning heat.
A feeling of freezing cold felt at the same time.
This is because I was standing in a place where I could feel these two energies at the same time.
I looked around.
“…Oh my god.”
The building is collapsing.
Tall buildings collapse.
Just like dominoes, one after another.
The ground is boiling.
Then it rises sharply.
I realized it only then.
This was Seoul.
Countless huge buildings.
And…
“aaah!”
“Call the magic girl…!”
Countless people.
People are running away to escape from the rising ground.
The ground turns over.
Earthquake has determination.
…Disaster is alive and writhing.
“Save me!”
People were struggling to escape from this disaster.
The fingernails scratched the ground, leaving sharp scratches.
A blood-curdling scream rises, grabbing the air.
I…
I raised my head.
It is hopeless.
It’s unfortunate.
It’s shocking.
…Catastrophe.
But you must not look away.
At least one. There should be at least one more thing to look at.
What is the reason I failed?
The remains of the collapsed buildings began to rise.
Close to each other. Melting. Fuse.
“…Ah…Ah…Ah…”
People sighed at the sight.
It was ‘Architecture’.
Beautiful.
A most beautiful building is being built.
Sharp.
Sharp.
Cruel.
The building is built.
Finally, the fully built building began to wriggle.
“aaa!!”
“Wooooo!!”
Something sharp was spewed out in all directions.
Literally, a murderous building.
Red blood spurted out, painting the gray building in red.
There was still too much red paint.
“Wow!!”
You can also hear a baby crying.
But the disaster had not even begun.
I turned my head to where I heard the baby crying.
“Ahh… That’s pitiful.”
There, a person was standing alone in the midst of this disaster, caressing a baby.
“Unfortunately, she lost her mother. Ah… How tragic this is. It’s ugly to see her crying.”
The person shed tears.
“Don’t worry.”
The man raised his hand.
The man’s finger touched the baby’s forehead.
“I’ll make it beautiful soon.”
Baby.
It melted.
Like red paint.
“..Whoop…!”
I held my mouth.
The stomach is trying to pour out its contents.
No.
You have to see it.
My failure.
It must be engraved in the brain.
“Ah…Now it will become beautiful.”
The man walked somewhere carrying something that looked like red clay that was a baby.
There.
There was a cart wheel.
But.
It wasn’t a tree.
Dozens of hands were desperately grasping at each other, forming spokes of a wheel.
Hair was densely filling the space.
And in the middle of the wheel.
“….Woowoowoo..!”
The feeling of nausea keeps coming.
Dozens of human heads were lumped together and placed in the center of the wheel.
And… Those heads.
It was still squirming.
Alive…Alive.
“Ah…Now it’s beautiful.”
It was A ‘piece’.
It was… A human car.
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“Huh…Huh…”
It is a scene so cruel that one cannot even breathe properly.
As I was suppressing the feeling of nausea, I suddenly heard a beautiful melody.
It’s beautiful.
Paradoxically.
At the scene of massacre.
A beautiful melody blooms.
I raised my head.
The man was in the air.
And he looked at the surviving people below and running away.
Started to play ‘music’.
A sharp sound cuts through the air.
Amoroso.
Elegantly.
The body of the person who heard that note fell gracefully and died.
Marcato.
One by one. For sure. Harder.
People’s heads are exploding one by one.
Marciate.
In a marching style.
Death.
March.
Morendo.
Like disappearing.
People evaporate.
Without leaving a single hair behind.
Scherzando.
Humorous and cheerful.
The person playing the music burst into laughter.
Tempesteso.
Like a storm.
Massacre.
Like a storm.
They are flocking.
“…Ah…”
It’s beautiful.
Paradoxically.
Ah….
It’s beautiful.
I slapped my cheek harshly.
You must come to your senses.
I frantically looked for the one remaining person.
And. I was able to find it soon.
The person was drawing a ‘Picture’.
Cut the three-dimensional space into thin slices.
Creating two dimensions.
A person was pushed there.
Just like taking a photo.
Time stops for people.
The ‘work of art’ was carried out.
A picture is drawn.
Chogari is the tip of the brush called people’s despair.
Being drawn. It is drawn again.
People couldn’t even resist.
I couldn’t escape that picture.
This is…
It is a disaster.
I turned my head again.
Why? It seemed like it had to be that way.
And where I turned my head.
There was ‘me’.
Trapped in a murderous building.
I approached.
Because I was muttering something.
I approached.
“…Don’t…Don’t…”
I got closer.
“Damn…Don’t…”
Even more so.
I approached.
“…Don’t hesitate!!! We’re weak!! Do it!!!! Why are you hesitating!!! We have to prevent disaster!! Don’t we have to survive!!!”
My future self screamed at my past self.
…Ah…Yeah.
Ah…Ah…
aaa aaa aaa
“aaahhh!!!”
I woke up from my sleep.
From a nightmare.
I woke up.
“Are you okay…?”
For the first time, Evie Vendetta spoke with genuine concern.
I couldn’t hear it at all.
I wiped away the cold sweat that was flowing down.
Yes.
Must be executed.
Even if there is a little sacrifice.
Must be executed.
You have to survive.