I'll kill you after I finish this game!

Not too far away, screams and groans drifted on the wind, cries of the dying... Upon hearing them, the man gave a bitter smile, his eyes immediately filling with a ferocious light.

They chased after the group of soldiers, but they went to the wrong place and mistakenly mistook him for a criminal.

So the direction from which that scream came is where those corpses at his feet should have gone, right?

"Is this what they call...speak of the devil and he appears?" The young man, with a fierce smile on his face, looked in that direction and said, "It really is incredibly close."

"Interesting. You've managed to get back at me for bringing this trouble onto me right now!"

Filled with murderous intent and considerable anger, the young man cracked his wrists and twisted his neck, his body making a popping sound like popping beans.

Then, a slight upturn of the corners of his mouth revealed sharp fangs that gleamed coldly in the night.

With just a few jumps and dodges, he was close to his destination.

A young person's physical functions seem to possess unparalleled strength and inexhaustible energy, as if they were operating under the cover of night.

We arrived at the scene, and then...

"【HaenschenkleingingalleinindieweiteweiteWelthinein.StockundHutstehtihmgut.istganzwohlgemut,AberMutterseher.hatjanunkeinHaenschenmehr.WuenschdirGlueck,sagtihrBlick.（Helen Klein walked alone into the vast world. The stick and hat looked good on him, it didn't matter, but Mom looked, he no longer had a rooster. "Good luck," she said, gazing at him.)"

As always, it was a bloody scene. The other party was humming a nursery rhyme while holding a sausage-shaped organ that had just been cut off.

The area around the enemy and wherever they went had been completely turned into a bloody swamp, and the number of dead lying on the ground was indescribable.

Because it was impossible to figure out how the completely dismembered corpse could be pieced together to form a complete human form.

The person doing this was a young girl who was happily singing while using a freshly removed organ as a spinning top in one hand.

Faced with a scene so brutal it could terrify anyone, the man merely frowned. Aside from some phantom pain in his groin, he did feel unpleasant, but not because of the act of killing.

I've done this kind of thing countless times myself.

What annoyed him was that, besides himself, there were other people who seemed to think they were so great and imitated his actions.

This is the kind of thinking that deviates from common sense and is self-centered.

[It means, you jerk, don't follow my example!]

These are the reasons that fill a man's heart with anger.

therefore......

"Yo~"

The white-haired youth greeted the man with the swagger of a thug, his eyes fixed on the man with his back turned as if by a wild beast, and said:

"Oh, well, I'm sorry to interrupt you while you were having such a good time, but I have something I'd like to ask you."

Even though the young man spoke and talked to me in a friendly tone and with a smile, I didn't sense any malice from him.

His existence is such that he is someone who is very relaxed in front of his prey. Because he does not hesitate much when he has murderous intent, it feels no different from eating and drinking.

The white-haired youth walked towards the figure that resembled a young girl, and greeted her with a light laugh:

"That's it. Anyway, can you look at me? Didn't your dad teach you any manners or anything like that?"

This question made the girl with the same white hair as him turn around...

Her face was delicate and beautiful, like an angel's, with diamond-blue eyes, long, pale hair reaching her waist, and she wore a white dress and sun hat.

Yes, in this young man's eyes, she's a nice girl.

However, he could smell a chaotic, foul stench emanating from the other person.

Ah, it can't be wrong. This sense of kinship with scum like myself, who are like rotting rats in the sewers, can't be wrong.

"...Dad?"

The girl, Anna Wolfgang, looked at the young man with white hair, who was just like her, with a gloomy gaze.

The white-haired youth, whose full name was Wilhelm Ereberg, wore a thuggish, mocking smile and uttered obscene words:

"Yeah, even if she's a bastard little crazy girl, she didn't grow out of a tree root, right? But she could also have been born from a dog's belly."

"...Yes, where's the dog?"

Hearing Wilhelm's insulting words, Anna smiled innocently, twirled a strand of hair behind her ear, and said as if reminiscing, "Speaking of dogs, [Teacher] said the same thing when we first met, and my dad also likes goats and donkeys."

I recalled the memory of my first encounter with someone at night, which happened while I was dismembering someone and enjoying the thrill of killing.

Anna no longer cared about being ruthlessly tormented and defeated by her teacher, since she was ultimately made "perfect" by her teacher.

Seeing that the other person wasn't angry at his harsh words, but instead seemed lost in thought, Wilhelm chuckled and said:

"Hey, that's a really good hobby."

"Ugh...that's what I used to think, but now I prefer wolves."

They returned the smile naturally, and the two ruthless men, who possessed unparalleled abilities in killing, chatted as if they were having a casual conversation.

In this respect, they can indeed be considered the same kind.

Neither side expressed disgust or aversion to scenes of bloodshed.

In front of Wilhelm, the white-haired young man, Anna displayed a seductive charm reminiscent of a venomous woman.

But it was precisely this attitude and appearance that made Wilhelm feel that this guy was imitating him, especially the long white hair and the disgusting behavior.

The smile on his face vanished abruptly, replaced by a gloomy look as he stared at the girl before him, saying with disgust:

"You're such an eyesore, little girl, your hair color is the same as mine, you're a fake!"

As he spoke, he raised his gun and pointed it at the girl in front of him. Even though she was a woman, Wilhelm's murderous intent remained undiminished.

Or perhaps he came with murderous intent, which never diminished from beginning to end. He came here to deal with the instigator because he was annoyed by misunderstandings from others.

"You've caused me a lot of trouble, you're in my way, go to hell, you brat!"

Bang-!

"Well--!"

The gun fired naturally and without warning. As the gunshot rang out, the thin, delicate girl in front of him let out a short, mournful cry. A bloody hole appeared on her forehead, and she fell backward into the alley where blood flowed like a river.

Watching the whole process, Wilhelm shrugged slightly.

Just like when he killed those soldiers, it was the same attitude of killing and then forgetting.

"There's just no way around it." Wilhelm turned away with a frustrated expression, walking towards the alley exit, muttering to himself, "There are more and more idiots these days. I'd better get back to work..."

Wilhelm thought to himself, "I'll go back, have a drink, and then go to sleep," and walked out of the alley.

But at this moment——

"call--!"

A whooshing sound came from behind Wilhelm, and a feeling of goosebumps erupted all over his body.

He tried to reflexively twist his body to avoid it, but he didn't manage to avoid it completely.

"Pfft——!"

A sharp, tearing pain shot through Wilhelm's shoulder and back. In a fleeting moment of shock, Wilhelm's crimson eyes discovered that it was the machete the girl had used to dismember her victims.

The machete had now sunk into his flesh, wounding him.

This flying over means that guy is still alive!?

No! It's impossible, and it can't be!

He clearly hit the head; there's no way the other person could still be alive!

unless......

"...What did you do all of a sudden? It really hurts. This is the first time I've ever experienced being shot in the head."

The girl—no, the boy who suddenly turned into a pale-haired man with a handsome and refined face—had a wildly happy smile on his face.

To Wilhelm's astonishment, the bullet hole in his forehead began to heal rapidly, even squeezing the bullet out.

Ding--

The sound of bullets falling to the ground in front of the short-haired boy was so conspicuous and captivating in this alley.

This scene, which challenged people's values ​​and common sense, made Wilhelm abandon his contemptuous thinking that "the other party is a stupid imitator."

Even if a bullet hits the head, they can recover and heal themselves, and apart from their clothes and appearance, their looks and temperament have changed drastically.

She was a girl before, now she's a boy.

"...What exactly are you?!"

With a sinister expression, Wilhelm pulled the machete from his shoulder and back. The machete was thrown on the ground without a trace of blood. Wilhelm stared at the man in front of him with a wary and serious look.

The blood in his shoulder seemed to come alive, writhing under Schreiber's amused and excited gaze, eventually filling the slashed wound and healing itself.

"Now it's Schreiber's turn, and I'm immortal, so how could I possibly be killed by a single bullet from you, buddy? Are you imitating me? Your body even has this kind of healing ability, hahaha, this is really interesting. It turns out there are other interesting guys in the world after all!"

Speaking inexplicable words, Schreiber harbored a murderous intent towards Wilhelm's extraordinary appearance.

When she encountered Gray and Carl on a previous night, she lost to them and was even assaulted, but she was also rescued.

He also possesses an extraordinary body with super-fast self-healing abilities, and this perfect man longs to find someone who can challenge him.

Schreiber was overjoyed to meet someone on the same night in such a similar setting.

"Hahaha, tonight is truly exciting! Bro, you'll definitely have a much more satisfying time killing these weaklings than before!!!!"

The white-haired boy laughed maniacally, bent his knees slightly and crouched down. In the explosive sonic boom, he charged head-on at his armed opponent without any warning.

"What...what's wrong with you?!"

Wilhelm felt pressured by the inhuman speed that surpassed his own, and by the opponent's madness and shock. This opponent was not one of those pigs waiting to be slaughtered before.

Bang bang bang bang—!

Aiming at the white afterimage rushing towards him, Wilhelm's finger quickly pulled the trigger, and the bullet flew out of the barrel amidst the gunfire.

"Hey—gulp, drink it!!"

Blood splattered from his shoulders and body, but Schreiber's face showed only excitement and madness, not pain.

Two shots, three shots, and the next bullets all hit their mark, but this was not enough to shake Schreiber's madness and faith.

Then, the frenzied, malevolent thoughts, as if it were only natural, unleashed tremendous power.

"Pfft-!"