The Birth of the Evil Spirit

English version

【Mini Novel】
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The Birth of the Evil Spirit
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Written & illustrated by
Libera Caballo

There were lines of people waiting to die, they had no blood on their faces.  I was one of those.  There wasn't long left before i died.  Less than eating a bowl of noodles. 

I thought I must panic, but no, I was unexpectedly calm, Maybe my sin was too serious.  Dead, it was as if the curse had been resolved, everything returned to the original point.

The executioner had a serious face, he held a Toyo sword in his hand, with the tip pointing upwards, he was sitting as if he were a marble sculpture.

The commander indicated that the execution would begin at that time.  I was in the second row, my face inadvertently turned away, I could not bear watching the execution.  But after another thought, I realized that I was dying, I wasn't looking at him for nothing, and there were only a few minutes left to fear. 

Then I took a look and saw some headless corpses, the blood was scattered all over the place, but it was flowing calmly without any intense scenes.  Now there are three more until me, two, one!

At this moment, the Toyo knife landed on my neck and the executioner finally slashed.  I was still conscious and I felt a rush of warm blood coming out of my neck, I felt like I was not dying, I felt a lot of blood blistering in my mouth. 

I hadn't lost my sight, I was wondering why I was still awake!  How could I not lose my sight?  Why was I still clearly feeling the pain?

A woman in front of me raised a camera to take my photo.  I didn't want it, I couldn't allow him to take a photo of my horrible appearance and have it broadcast and forwarded all over the network.

I committed a crime, I headed for a voluntary and peaceful death.  How could they put me under a half-dying circumstance?  Did I have to endure long-term pain?  Did they have to take horrible photos of me?  This infuriated me greatly. 

I must stop her.  A huge anger arose from my heart and head.  I exhausted all my strength and did my best to stop what the woman did.

At that moment, I seemed to have broken through a very thick wall, my body suddenly woke up, becoming very light. 

In fact, I floated in the air and flew towards the woman.  She was so scared that she ran away screaming, and the camera even fell to the ground. 

The others were all horrified, they were fighting for their lives. Just a second, the place was desolate again!

But I was afraid, why was I like that?  Was I dead?  I didn't feel any pain!  But what should I do?  Would someone teach me what to do?  Would I be hungry?  Would I be tired?  What was I going to do?  What could I do?  What could I not do?  Was there any reference information?  The newborn ghost turned out to be very panic!

I immediately searched around to see if there were any similar persons (ghosts).  No!  There are only corpses all around, no one is like me.

I saw my corpse, it was scary!  I almost couldn't recognize that it was me. I felt supernatural and weird.  I was floating in the air, about one meter above the ground. I wanted to float upward, but it turned out that I couldn't float up.  Whenever it floats upwards, it quickly sinks back to its original height. 

Look at me, I have become a ghost that everyone is afraid of!  Suddenly there was a deafening music in my ear, it was Opera totale (Introduzione).
    

I suddenly woke up, sweaty, it turned out that my brother was playing his dark music.

How could I have such a dream?  I remembered that I was ridiculed by boring people on the Internet three days ago. I was really angry and painful!

I remember Martin Luther King Jr. said, “Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere...”

So, I grabbed the phone, turned my anger and sorrow into words, and wrote down the birth process of this evil spirit. I wanted the netizen who ridiculed me to know that, the slightest injustice will give rise to what we don’t want to see.... dire consequences.