Super Dimensional Injustice Exchange Group

——In fact, his true identity is Super High School Level Despair.

Junko Enoshima walked down the airport with her arms folded. Behind them, a violent explosion occurred on the overpass.

Without even wanting to look back, Junko Enoshima already knew what had happened to the driver.

It wasn't because the driver was greedy, he just thought it would be fun to do so.

By doing this, you will taste the despair that you have been pursuing.

"Okay. Let's start with Part B. It's time for the long-awaited Enoshima."

The mysterious beautiful girl Junko Enoshima arrives at the airport, and the person waiting for her is...

Yes, the stinkier of the Desperate Sisters.

"Um, Dunzi-chan, I'm so glad you can pick me up at the airport." A quiet girl who looked very similar to Dunzi, except that her hair was black and her hairstyle and figure were not as exaggerated as Dunzi's, walked over dragging her luggage.

No one could imagine that this seemingly weak girl was actually one of the Sisters of Despair, a super high school level mercenary named War Blade Mukuro.

In fact, Zhan Ren Hai himself doesn't like despair that much.

It's only because her sister is a super high school level Despair that she likes Despair and becomes the Sister of Despair.

"But what was that just now?"

"Ah, it's the narration style." Enoshima Junko was writing and drawing in a notebook.

"Yes...that's right." Many times, Zhan Ren Hai couldn't understand what Dun Zi was doing.

And Enoshima Junko pinched her throat and imitated the narration.

After that, the "greatest and worst despair event in human history" that filled the world with despair slowly unfolded, but no one noticed it yet.

"Dunzi-chan?~" But no matter what Dunzi does, Zhan Jian will be very happy.

On the bus to Hope's Peak Academy, Senba Mukuro and Enoshima Junko drank ice water together and sighed in relief.

"Sister, I haven't seen you for a while. Do you have more freckles on your face?" Enoshima Junko asked with a smile. At the same time, she found an ice pick from the ice cubes used to cool water and stabbed it into Zhan Ren Hai's eyes.

"Really?" Zhan Ren Hai couldn't believe it, but what he couldn't believe was the increase of freckles on his face, not the fact that his sister wanted to assassinate him.

In response to the ice pick that was stabbing at him, Zhan Ren Hai grabbed the opponent's arm with his backhand and steadily held the ice pick a few feet away.

"If I say there is, then there is." Enoshima Junko was not discouraged. She repeatedly stabbed at the War Blade Mukuro with the ice pick, but was easily resolved by the War Blade Mukuro.

As a super high school level Despair, Enoshima Junko does have extraordinary physical fitness, but it is still not enough compared to the super high school level mercenaries who are beyond the human category.

"How...why is this..."

"My eyesight is 530,000." Enoshima Junko talked to Zhan Ren Mukuro, while the chisel in his hand continued to stab.

"Is it someone like a space land developer?"

Looking at Enoshima Junko in front of him, Zhan Ren Hai gradually became intoxicated, and two red clouds rose on his face.

"Xiaodunzi wanted to kill me... He wanted to experience the despair of killing 'his own sister'..."

In order to kill Zhan Jian Hai, Enoshima Junko threw a grenade into the car. The power of the grenade was enough to carry several of them on the road.

Zhan Ren Hai used the goblet in his hand to catch the grenade that bounced off the ground and threw it out of the window.

The grenade exploded at the back, stopping the cars behind and causing a series of chain reactions, with a large number of cars colliding and blocking the road behind.

But compared to the traffic accident that happened later, Zhan Ren Hai was still thinking about his own thing.

"If I die, Xiaodunzi will also fall into despair..."

I forgot the password to my author account today, so I used my phone to re-verify it and found that I had four private messages in one of my accounts.

It’s just that my mental and psychological state is very bad right now, and I’m worried that I might see something related to that person in there and make me uncomfortable.

So I didn’t watch it.

However, my previous account has been in contact with a reader. If it is these readers, I am sorry. I can't read other people's messages now.

I don't want to talk too much about myself, but I am tortured by nightmares about him every day. I can't sleep well every day. I feel sick and have to take more medicine.

I will spend my whole life taking the blame for the stupid things he did, and he himself is having fun.

I will probably need to vent my emotions again in the future, so in order not to hinder your interest in reading, I will open a separate book as a diary to vent my emotions.

Anyone who wants to watch can watch it. This will make everyone more comfortable.

I said I am mentally ill, not to act pitiful and get help, but I just can't understand why there are normal people who are more stupid than those with depression and schizophrenia who do things and say things without thinking and don't know the seriousness of the matter.

This is what I think about every second.

Stupid to the point of being a little curious.

If you want to tell me something, I will attach my NetEase email address after any book is finished.

Thank you for your understanding.

Everyone should live a good life.

If you really want to help, just pray during the New Year or when you draw a card, and burn three incense sticks.

Chapter 117 Why, it's interesting, isn't it?

I have no name and no appearance, only this talent.

This is the talent that belongs to me.

When dealing with the students in Nanami's class.

There is only one, a fat man named Ryota Mitarai.

He looks weak, and although he's not so unsociable, he always makes people feel alienated.

Although he is known as a "super high school level fraudster", no one has ever seen his works. He is only seen occasionally writing and drawing on paper.

Although his drawings are strong, they are not high enough to be called super high school level.

No one thought about why this happened, because from the beginning, no one thought about understanding him.

In fact, he doesn't need anyone to understand him.

Until that guy came to this class.

Hinata Hajime, who possessed all the talents, naturally noticed his abnormality.

The talent he possesses is not that of a super high school level animator. Under that weak appearance, he hides a cold heart that is trying hard to warm up.

Cheng Hinata Hajime also did not approach him rashly, but gave the other party enough living space.

Sometimes, there is no need to be the bad guy.

Until today, this super high school level fraudster walked in front of Hinata Hajime.

Hinata Hajime put down the game console, said goodbye to Nanami, and listened to the self-narration of "Ryouta Mitarai".

"You, noticed it from the very beginning, right?" He has no name, so he can only be referred to as "he", but sometimes he also uses "she" or "it".

Hinata Hajime didn't answer, but he didn't deny it either. The result was already clear.

"I have something to ask you for help.

"About the real Ryouta Mitarai-san."

The super high school level swindler met Ryota Mitarai, and then in exchange for taking the other party in, the super high school level swindler replaced the real super high school level animator Ryota Mitarai, went to school to study, participate in activities, and socialize with people.

The real Ryota Mitarai became a loner because he was bullied when he was young.

It was animation that saved him from despair, so he has always wanted to draw animation that can save others.

Because I had been caught in the rain, I thought about holding an umbrella for others.

Apart from animation, I have no other interests. I don’t need to study or have interpersonal relationships. All I want and have is animation.

I think about animation every minute and every second.

I have no appetite and cannot sleep or eat.

The body is on the verge of collapse, and before the real collapse, the last drop of blood must be shed for the animation.

"Mitawashi, I brought someone in." The super high school level fraudster opened the door.

In the dark and cramped room, there was a dim light in front of the computer. A weak young man was staring at the computer screen as if madly. The dark circles under his eyes and the energy drinks and coffee cans on the table all showed that he had not had a good night's sleep for a long time.

“Come and eat something. If you keep doing this, you’ll end up collapsing before saving others.” The super high school-level fraudster took out his own sharing bucket of fried chicken.

"He looks like he hasn't had a proper meal in a while. This kind of food is best left alone right now. Is there a kitchen here?"

"None of us cook." The super high school level fraudster replied.

"Well, let's go out and eat." Hinata Hajime walked behind Mitarai Ryota. The super high school level fraudster wanted to stop Hinata Hajime, but Hinata Hajime just waved at him, signaling him not to come over.

“It’s not enough… it’s not enough… this animation…! This animation! There’s no way to save anyone!

"There's still something missing, there's still something missing, what exactly is missing..."

Mitarai Ryota kept rubbing his hair, turning his already greasy hair into a mess.

"Lack of enthusiasm." Hinata Hajime's voice sounded.

"Lack of passion? How is that possible!? I put all my passion into this animation!"

If it were in other areas, Ryota Mitarai would not dare to speak to people like this, but being an animator is his only recognized talent, if he doesn't even have this talent.

"You don't understand animation at all!"

It wasn't until the words came out of his mouth that Ryota Mitarai realized that there was a new intruder in the room.

The loud shouting just now turned into a demon that oppressed him, making him want to get off the chair in fear.

Hinata Hajime didn't care about Ryouta Mitarai's uneasiness, but picked up the pencil and paper on the table.

"Wait, you..." Mitarai Ryota tried to stop Hinata Hajime, "That's mine..."

But as Hinata Hajime moved, Mitarai Ryouta's voice became smaller and smaller.

What appeared on the paper was a stick figure, and Hinata Hajime drew a stick figure on every page of the notebook.

Then he picked up the notebook and quickly flipped through the pages.

The stickman began to jump on the paper.

Looking at the interesting and funny movements of the stickman, Ryota Mitarai felt like his heart was hit by something and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

"This animation... why?"

While being moved, Ryota Mitarai subconsciously asked the questions in his heart.

Why do I find it so interesting even though it’s just an ordinary stickman animation?

“Why, this animation is very interesting, isn’t it?

"This is obviously a lousy work with no plot and poor art, but why is it so interesting, right?"

As he spoke, Hinata Hajime was drawing a picture on the paper.

This time, what he drew was not a stick figure, but a portrait of an incredibly beautiful female anime character.

But this portrait was just beautiful and did not touch Mitarai's heart.

"Why……"

"Why, this more beautiful painting doesn't move you, right?" Hinata Hajime took over Mitarai's question.

"I told you, it's passion."

"But I clearly put all my passion into painting!"

"I'm not talking about the passion for drawing. Rather, it's the passion beyond animation. The passion for life, the passion for hobbies, and even the passion for death.

“You shut out all your passion and just paint for the sake of painting.

“Animation exists for animation’s sake. But no one can resonate with you.

"do you understand?"