"Why talk about joining? Why not just let us handle the whole thing? What do you say?" All three of them had their weapons ready. They seemed casual, but they were already prepared. These were desperadoes, simple-minded brutes. "It's not just about money. With this helmet, we could become kings of the underworld."
"Sounds great. The thing's right in front of us. Hurry up and get it."
"You took the most important thing away. Carrying such a treasure around by yourself, didn't you ever think to be more careful?"
Those men could see nothing but wealth. They never considered that some people simply did not care about such things—people like Shogo Makishima.
What he pursued was something those men could not understand, something perhaps most people could not understand, whether they were criminals chasing money or ordinary law-abiding citizens.
Shogo Makishima made no move to resist. He merely spread his hands indifferently.
Justice? No, Just a Game
Shogo Makishima spoke unconcernedly.
"...This is a tool for enlightenment. So people can live like people, so they can awaken from the sleep of livestock."
"Huh?"
"People deceived by Sibyl become incapable of properly assessing the danger before them. From that perspective, you are every bit as foolish as those pathetic sheep."
Shogo Makishima stood up. In a single stride, he rushed forward and confronted the man with the nail gun.
The nail-gun man did not even have time to react before Shogo Makishima's fist smashed viciously into his face. Blood burst out in an instant. His nasal bone and front teeth shattered, and he collapsed.
At the same time, his right leg struck another man's throat like a sharp blade.
The man with the dagger was clearly startled and charged toward Shogo Makishima.
In an instant, Shogo Makishima seized the dagger man's