The Time Dreams Were Fulfilled

The Time Dreams Were Fulfilled

Japanese Name: 夢が叶う瞬間

Writer: Sànka 

Plot: As a sudden visitor, that man yelled at me, but I punched him in the face and stamped on his neck.

He looked upset, so I said gently in answer.
If you don't reconstruct your life and look after your kid, you'll never be able to drink again. Keep living your life if you think this is a joke; otherwise, bid farewell to this world.

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The Time Dreams Were Fulfilled

I am conscious of the fact that I belong outside of this culture.

because I killed another woman.

But I can't live if I don't do this.

In the same way that individuals perish when they attempt to cease breathing, I am unable to control my mental state unless I take a woman's life.

So I sneaked up behind a woman on her way home from work, cut a tunnel in her stomach, and took pictures.

I was feeling content at the time and planning how to handle the dishonest woman when I suddenly heard footsteps.

I quickly turned around to see a female standing there.

She may have seen me do a crime.

I risk being arrested by the police if I leave such a person alone.

But I didn't worry about getting caught.

It is essential to avoid being discovered in order to murder as many women as you can.

Because of this, it's important to avoid making eyewitnesses, but I figured that if my wrongdoings were discovered, I would accept it obediently.

Because I am a bad person and there is no point to my existence.

I threw the weapon to the ground, gave up on everything, and sat down.

"You should file a report right now. Neither will I flee nor will I hide.

In contrast to what I had anticipated, the gitl picked up the murder weapon and gave it to me.

She looked directly at me when I cocked my head at that action.

Will you please kill me?

As she spoke, her face was covered in bruises and scars.

There were also slashes and burn marks on her arms and legs, and her expression and eyes were absolutely dark.

She wishes to leave this planet.She most likely asked me since she couldn't end her life on her own.

I feel sympathy for her as I recall the various occurrences that occurred to her.

I refused her request for no other reason. She doesn't appear dissatisfied.

"Why is that?" she inquired.

I responded truthfully to those words.

"What I want is the terrified and despairing cry of a woman who believes she is happy." You'll most likely be in great pain, but I doubt you have what I'm looking for. That is why I will not touch you."

"Does that mean my wish will never be granted?"

I inform her of the person seated next to me.

"If you want it, why not make it a reality someday?" Don't worry, I'm not the type to break commitments."

She gave a confused response and then went.

I expected her to call because she didn't receive what she wanted, but I didn't see anyone after a few days, so she was probably uninterested.

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Then I noticed her around town.

I didn't say anything to her, but I followed her to find out what was bothering her.

Her apartment building was on the verge of collapsing at any moment.

I heard someone yelling from the room as soon as she arrived home.

As soon as she walked out of the room, something was flung at the back of her head.

I discovered it was an empty booze can after she had left the flat.

She quickly purchased a large amount of whiskey and returned home with it.

But that wasn't the end of her day; she changed into some provocative clothing and went downtown.

A man approached her as she stood by the roadside, as if she were waiting for someone.

The man was roughly her father's age, and the two entered the lodging house arm in arm. It was only a few hours of observation, but I could see she had a tough childhood.

While she was gone, I went into her house, which was covered with dust.

There are empty cans all around the place, a nasty odor, and insects crawling on the walls. A red-faced man was consuming beer in the midst of this.

It's most likely her father.

That man yelled at me as a surprise visitor, but I hit him in the face and stamped on his neck.

In response to his distressed expression, I spoke quietly.

"You'll never be able to drink again if you don't rebuild your life and take care of your daughter." If you think this is a comedy, keep living your life; otherwise, you will say goodbye to this planet."

I exited the room after dumping the remaining booze on his wide-eyed face.

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Perhaps my statements had an effect because her father's attitude has shifted.

He departed early in the morning in his work attire and returned home at dusk.

Gradually, her demeanor brightened, and she began to return home with people who appeared to be her school buddies.

This was alright with me, so I nodded.

That wish cannot be accomplished until she finds happiness.

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Years later, she was the one I shoved down the street late at night.

Her mouth trembled, as if she remembered me.

"Why are you doing this right now?"

I will answer her inquiries truthfully.

"Aren't you happy right now?"

She is so astute that she has a high reputation among her supervisors and colleagues at her workplace, and it appears that she has decided to marry a buddy from her school days.

She's just having a wonderful time.

Is she forgetting that killing joyful people is my life's work?

As she cried, I gouged out her eyeball. I pulled out all of her teeth because she tried to persuade me.I severed her arm because she continued to struggle.

Still battling, I cut a hole in her abdomen and extracted her organs.

I snapped a picture with her once she had finally calmed down.

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