MTL regressor instruction manual (side stories)

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Chapter 937: 937

'You're too late. Son of a bitch.'

"Ugh... ugh... "

'shit, what a surprise. You scared the shit out of me. '

"You piece of shit. "

"Aaahhhh!"

I heard a loud scream. No wonder my body trembled at the sweetest tune that sounded several times louder than my voice.

Views of hyperemic dysregulation exposed to brutal violence being treated. It was like a miracle from God.

'Benigore's miracle. It's gonna hurt like hell.'

"Aaaah! Shhh! "

'I love your fingers! '

"Shhh! Shhh! "

Peek-a-boo!

"Rrrrgh!"

Jen's distorted face flashes into view. I can see him clenching his lips and his trembling fist.

The blood on his fist is running out.

A proudly bloody fist. It was a lovely fist.

In fact, the face doesn't look that comfortable. I noticed a face with all sorts of emotions, an indefinite face. Maybe he...

he thought he had to endure it.

You know that it's not necessary to attract attention at this point.

But I don't know how he can stand it.

the saint of light slowly dying. How can he stand by and see me exposed to violence full of malice, who lived only for another man?

How can he see me get dirtied up, stung and humiliated by a lightning rod?

Otherwise, he was feeling guilty towards the Son of Light.

Whether his wrong choices made him difficult or irresponsibly clinging to dreams he couldn't achieve.

Seeing the saints in the church every day would have been fun, but on the other hand, it would have been hard.

'I want to make you happier. '

Or...

'I don't want to cause you any more pain. '

Or...

'I'm going to protect it. I won't let you get hurt anymore. '

Or...

It's none of my business, actually.

You were probably thinking something different.

The timing when I was just about to take my place and start anew, and the unexpected accident that occurred at a time when I had decided that I would no longer be hurt, and that I would now keep my mind.

"How dare you... "

"Ahhh! Ahhh!!! "

It is quite dramatic to remember how irritated I was every time I was rational, holding up the collarbone of hypertensive people who had already lost the will to fight.

Even if he looks like a villain, maybe he'll be surprised to see himself. he didn't look like my usual Jen.

Of course I know well what to do.

"No, I'm fine. Jen... I'm fine. We had an accident for a while. Let him go."

The Honorary Cardinal doesn't want anyone to get hurt, fuck. Even if you hurt me, in the end, I will forgive you.