Editing KSGU:Volume 6 Chapter 2 (section)

===Part 15===

Marida walked down the dim night road, and the street lamps showed its unsteady lights as it showed the street trees in front of her. Her hands, legs and body felt extremely heavy. ''Where am I going? Why am I still walking?'' Her dull brain thought as she lifted her face, and she saw pedestrians walking around with heavy footsteps.

''Everyone’s wearing mourning clothes. Marida thought as she noticed that she was dressed in black too. ''Where is this place? Who am I?'' She brought her hands to her face, and she could not feel her face, which troubled her. However, she could not stop, and could only continue on in the darkness. The stretch of street trees finally ended, and an open grassland appeared in front of her, littered with countless gravestones.

It was a stone cold graveyard. Marida was amidst one of the rows of men lined beside the coffins. The people looked exceptionally tall, and the coffin obviously had someone important in it, but she could not see it, and could not get close at all. The coffin would soon be buried if she did not hurry up.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust…the stock eulogy a pastor would give started to ring as the coffin supported by ropes started to descend slowly into the grave. The loud pumping of the heart was like another animal altogether, and the breathing was rushed as the ripping-like pain caused her to twist her body. Marida sensed that her body and mind were separated; she was forced out of the woman in mourning clothes, who moved into the crowd. The black hat was knocked off, and the girl did not care about the blond hair that was scattered and tied as she jumped into grave, sticking onto it.

“Daddy…! Who did this to you!? Who killed you? I won’t forgive those people who killed you, those people who looked like they don’t know anything. If this is how the world is like, I’ll hate the world. I’ll use everything in my power to change the stupid world men created…!”

The girl stood at the bottom of the grave, clenching her fists till they were white as she looked at the adults looking down at her, cursing them. ''Is that Martha?'' Marida stared at the girl who was of a similar age to hers as she muttered, and at the next moment, she was grabbed from behind and restrained onto the floor.

Several hands were grabbing onto her limbs, and the hand that was reaching from above grabbed her mouth. The tunic was removed, and she was bared before she could even struggle. And then, the heavy warmth that entered her abdomen caused her to feel despair.

''Ahh, it’s coming again. That thing is coming in again. That filthy man thing is stabbing into me. I have to hang on.'' Marida told herself in her mind. Her slightly raised breasts were being rubbed violently, her thighs were opened to the limit, and it sounded like it was her responsibility. She asked herself, ''But for what reason? Is it because I’m the only one alive? I’m not created for this in the first place. Even if my sisters and I are clones of the same person, my soul should be able to experience pain—''

''“There’s no need for you to endure.”''
The girl who resembled Martha spoke from behind the men lunging at her. Marida heard that voice as her body experienced the pain of being ripped open.

''“Go resist them, snap the necks of those men. You have this kind of power.”''

''I can’t do that. It’s impossible for me.'' Marida could not move her suppressed limbs as she gave Martha a pleading look. ''Please help me, tell them to stop.'' Unknowingly, she reverted back to being a 10-year-old girl, and her restrained body was struggling as Martha gave her a cold observer stare. ''No, you have to find an answer for you. I have no interests in the weak that forced themselves to submit. That kind of woman is only a mere tool for men.'' The eyes that said this silently was dazzling beside the men’s shoulders. Marida again tried to exert strength on her limbs. ''I can’t move. My joints feel like snapping if I try to move them now…''

“No good, is it? Why don’t you just wreck yourself instead of succumbing to them? You might as well destroy everything instead of letting those stupid rules bind you. I want power to destroy the rules men made. I want to dominate those men who only know how to fight till the bitter end and rebuild this world. We have this kind of authority, and you have the power I want. Go and fight, fight those people restraining you, fight those people who robbed the “light” of the world from you. Let those men who destroy each other kneel in front of the women who gave birth.”

''“Light”''—the only light that existed in this artificial body. The icy cold light of the abortion apparatus appeared in her mind, and she exerted strength in her limbs. She pushed aside the hands clinging onto her, and grabbed the neck of the man reaching his hands at her. The force pushing at her waist got weaker, and as the man was forced to bend up, the fingers pressing into the throat felt something hard. ''Kill them, take them down. Make those people who took the “light” suffer.'' Marida was prompted by the voice in her mind as she crushed that stiff feeling.

''Crack.'' A blunt sound could be heard from the fingertips as the man’s neck dropped weakly. Marida got away from below the man before his spit and blood flowed out. Her shoulders were heaving up and down due to panting, and she looked for the other men. The men who restrained her and treated her violently unknowingly disappeared. There were male corpses lying all over the floor, and Martha could not be seen.

What appeared in Marida’s sights instead was a naked girl who looked to be around 10 years old, lying beside the corpse of a man, reaching her hands at the back that could not move. ''Master, get up. Why aren’t you moving?'' On hearing these sobbing words, Marida turned her eyes to the man she choked to death in a terrified manner. Suberoa Zinnerman’s face appeared there, his mouth bleeding, and his eyeballs popping out of their sockets. His eyes were widened as he laid down amidst the pile of blood, wearing that usual old leather jacket and holding the captain’s hat tightly in his hands.

''“Master is broken.”''

The girl who had the same appearance as Marida lifted her tear-stained face. ''Impossible, this is definitely a lie!!'' Marida clutched her head as she ran around screaming. She broke away from the deep darkness and ran about the place without knowing where was up and bottom. No matter how she ran, the darkness showed no signs of fading away, and only the sense of killing remained on her fingers, gradually intensifying that sense of realism.