Wolf Barrel 5.56

The environment changes people.

I don't know who started saying it, but I do think you're right.

I've come to this world and changed dramatically.

First things first changed their appearance.

In my daily workout, my flat abs cracked into six, and my shoulders came out thick enough to groove. The soft part shredded off the body and the facial contour increased sharpness.

Myself in the mirror is trying to repaint my past self with every day I follow. It's enough to even remember some confusion about the speed of that change.

And more importantly.

The contents also changed.

Put a good force on your right hand.

The grip solidity of the M4A1 and the weight of the barrel on the left arm are comfortable. The magazines on their bodies are waiting for the time when they are used, killing their breath. In contrast, my fierce part remains excited after I smell blood.

……

Open your eyelids slightly.

Right in front of him, the dead leaves winding up by the blast were scattered as if they were paper blizzards.

The fresh green scenery is very beautiful with its swaying mountain blown accents. I intend to apply blood makeup here now. Then you'll be prettier. I'm killing each other and I want beauty there. [M]

I expect "something" that glows hard.

I look forward to that moment when pride fills me.

Maybe it's an unusual thought.

But this is who I am now.

It's a new me, changed and adapted in this world.

I'm not going to be a hero in this world. Because my gun is not omnipotent enough to save someone unconditionally.

- But.

I'm not so quiet right now that I've been hurt and kept quiet. [M]

Can you look and pretend not to look?

For what they've done, let me do it right back.

Eyes on your eyes.

Evil is evil.

That's my samurai.

The contours of a world that was distorted by shock waves revert.

I don't have any hearing problems.

Put your strength on your knees and stand up.

The intent to kill opens his mouth and gives a loose peek at his long fangs. It seems as if he is delighted to tremble at this moment of liberation. With a vicious smile on my face, I pushed the gun bed to my right shoulder and prepared to fire.

Adrenaline pushes her back.

Take the first step.

It was normal for me.

Throw yourself to kill each other.