[FMMISM] Chapter 32: Ryuunosuke and His Death

Uryuu Ryuunosuke was a man unusually obsessed with death.

Death was the one experience he could never have while alive.

At the same time, he seemed to have an uncanny ability to discern the realness of death.

For him, violent and bloody movies were utterly laughable.

Whether it was the plot or the visuals, everything was childish. After all, from these things, the so-called 'essence of death' couldn't be felt at all.

While there were often claims that fictional violence could negatively influence young adults, Ryuunosuke found these statements laughable. If the blood and screams in horror movies were a bit more realistic, he might not have turned out the way he did.

Not real enough!

Not real enough!

Not real enough!

He wanted to see the color of blood spraying from an artery, the warmth of touching internal organs, and then pulling them out with his hands.

He wanted to see the pain the victim felt before dying and their desperate wails before death.

Yes, being a killer was the best.

Nothing was more realistic than killing someone personally.

People considered murder a crime.

However, Ryuunosuke had a peculiar way of thinking.

With over six billion people on Earth and millions dying every day, the number of people he killed was insignificant in comparison. He believed that when he killed someone, he was fully introducing them to the concept of death.

In his eyes, compared to prolonging a worthless life, the knowledge, stimulation, and experience brought by one's death were more meaningful.

It wasn't destruction, it wasn't slaughter.

It was creation, it was rebirth.

He saw himself as an artist.

With this belief, Ryuunosuke continued his killing spree, moving from place to place. The night streets were his hunting grounds, and his prey never sensed his threat until they were caught.

The number of victims at his hands had already surpassed forty, and they had experienced various execution and torture methods throughout human history.

However, even a seasoned killer like Ryuunosuke recently found himself troubled by a lack of novelty.

He no longer felt the thrill of killing.

In order to return to his roots and rediscover that familiar feeling, Ryuunosuke returned to his hometown after five long years.

In a warehouse, he found a Western book filled with terms like 'Devil', 'Satan', and 'Summoning'.

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In the silent and still night, it was the moment when the summoning ritual concluded.

Ryuunosuke's demon-summoning ritual was successful.

At the center of the summoning circle, which emitted a dazzling white light, stood a figure that even the layman Ryuunosuke could feel had an extraordinary presence.

From head to toe, she exuded a deep, pure aura of intimidation—a girl clad in a pitch-black robe with a hood and black veil known as a niqab.

Although she looked quite young, her lowered head made it impossible to see her face clearly.

"What's it like to be killed by a demon? Will I be eaten in one bite, or torn to pieces? Either way, I think it would be a valuable experience... Definitely not meaningless..."

Ryuunosuke muttered to himself joyfully as he approached the girl.

"..."

At the same time, the black-robed girl slowly raised her face.

Under the hood appeared a remarkably beautiful face with pale skin and youthful features, almost like a teenage girl.

When one looked carefully, she had jet-black hair that was braided into two braids, hanging over her shoulders.

Eventually, at the moment when her golden eyes reflected her summoner's figure—

"Ichor of Reverie, Zabaniya..."

Accompanied by her otherworldly murmur, Ryuunosuke suddenly felt his own time stop.

'Huh, did she just speak? It seemed like she did, but there was no sound...'

Thud

As Ryuunosuke wondered what had happened, he suddenly fell to the ground powerlessly, like a puppet with its strings cut.

"So... Painful... Hahh... So hot..."

He felt an extraordinary heat emanating from his entire body as if his body was being scorched by blazing flames.

At the same time, as the scenery around him began to spin rapidly, his eyes were painted with color—pure, beautiful crimson.

It was as if everything had turned into a river of blood, flowing madly around him.

"Ahh, it hurts... What is this, it hurts... So hot..."

As the black-robed girl glanced at her Master, who was lying on the ground like a pile of sludge, she began to speak in a cold tone.

"I won't let you die so easily. Otherwise, there will be no one to supply me with magical energy. Struggle to stay alive for a few more days in this state."

Upon hearing her words, Ryuunosuke realized that he was being slowly put to death.

"...Haha... Hahahaha..."

Surprisingly, Ryuunosuke showed a childlike smile and laughed with happiness.

He truly felt ecstatic.

He had finally found it, the companion he had been seeking all along.

The girl he had summoned was undoubtedly the supreme artist of all killing techniques in the world!

He had finally found the gradually fading thrill of murder.

If he stayed with her, he would never be bored!

"Ohhh, great, you must be... sent by heaven to guide me..."

Immersed in unprecedented ecstasy and satisfaction, Ryuunosuke reached out his hand and crawled towards the black-robed girl with difficulty.

"..."

Unfortunately, the black-robed girl merely glanced at Ryuunosuke like she was looking at trash, then turned and walked out of the warehouse.

"Wa-Wait... Please, don't go..."

Ryuunosuke reached out his hand toward the black-robed girl desperately.

"Don't go... I finally found... I finally found the reason to stay alive—!"

Click

In the end, the black-robed girl ignored Ryuunosuke and heavily closed the Japanese-style sliding door, ruthlessly crushing his last dream.

At the end of his thirty years of sinful life, just as Ryuunosuke finally found the desire to live, he fell from heaven to hell.

In the pitch-black darkness, intense pain tore at his body, while despair corroded his soul.

What awaited Ryuunosuke was an endless, eternal death.