A girl was waiting at the door of a dilapidated house, biting her nails. She looked at the assembled crowd of angry people with embarrassment.
An hour had passed since Han's entrance.
"Moyi! En damah to?" The lady with the red hood pushed through the dissatisfied people and got to the girl.
"Akh Leroo, al ren laramach." Moyi, the previously bullying girl who had slapped Han, now bowed timidly to the lady
"Al ren laramah to?"
"Agha. Akh Leru, Kina nigah to?" She lowered her shoulders, her gaze was directed at the ground.
The lady hugged Moyi and stroked her head, whispering something. A smile appeared on the girl's face.
"Storm, Akh Leroo."
The lady wrapped herself more tightly in the red hood, trying to hide her embarrassment.
Both were standing at the three houses, waiting for the one who would come out of the White House.
There were more and more onlookers. Children also came to the houses. They looked at the pandemonium and cursed. But they quickly subsided and stood up near the entrance.
The red house opened. A tiny girl came out of it, the child straightened his white hair and raised a big-eyed book above his head.
"Yaro ket trig panagon-sha! Chekui ket no trig to, Shedeh, eh?" the girl's finger metaphorically pierced the guys who came here.
One of the boys, who looked about fifteen, cracked his knuckles, stretched his sinewy shoulder joint and walked unshakably, as if he wanted to go through the mountain, because his eyebrows had almost turned into thunderclouds.
The trio of people in white were going to preempt the impudent man, the girl, however, asked the servants to refrain, because, she already had a friend who could cope with the boy.
From the clouds of white smoke, from the pure light, from the flesh-her own blood – a white essence separated from the girl. Her head dominated everything. A trio of eyes, white and cold, penetrated the impudent man with a sneer, as if looking through a cheap book with an uncomplicated plot.
Children after the boy opened their eyes wide, someone clapped, someone chewed their lips until they bled, and someone cried.
The impudent man stopped, frowning. An insurmountable wall of doubts appeared before him.
The girl chuckled, showing off her teeth. The three-eyed one also demonstrated a "smile": dense and neat rows of fangs, forming a formidable offensive formation from three next to each other. The entity was ready to mobilize the "little snow-white army" at any second.
With a heavy sigh, the impudent man drooped and walked away.
"Oh..." The girl turned around and kissed her hand again. "...yaroi limih trig-sha."
Meanwhile, the Purple house opened. Smoke. Silhouette.
Curly hair. Scarlet pupils. Nothing but rags. A book is in my hand. The ragamuffin lifts it high. He looks at the girl in white.
She laughs.
"Osheo yaroi kan ren-sha..." Six fingers. "... varah Deh Osheo kui kan ren". She puts out fifteen fingers together with the White Being, and laughs like a vile goddess. "Ku shedeh. She-e-e-de-e-e-eh! Ku shedeh, kumta-sha."
He's twisting his lips. The ragamuffin growls. He approaches the girl. The blackness is behind us. A six-armed shadow. The curve is ... evil.
Two figures, white and black, are walking towards us.
The white door opens... and the stench rolls over everyone's feet. Blood. The stink. A crazy grin.
The ragamuffin and the noblewoman turn around. Their clothes were splattered with blood.
The onlookers shrank away from the red puddle with a squeal. Some of the children ran away screaming.
Bare feet splashed across the pool of blood. The owner of the feet scratched his leg against his leg and swallowed from a mug, on which there was an image of him drinking from the same mug.
Han Bin, a mangaka, a reincarnator from another world, stood in one pair of underpants, covered in black marks from kisses and smiled insanely. Han took another sip, looked around the stunned crowd, and began.
"I survived. I fucking survived! As they say in a Russian fairy tale, 'I left my grandfather, I left my grandmother, and I will even more leave you, grandfather! Ba-e-e!'. A good saying.
So that's it! I'm alive! You tried to kill me! But they didn't finish it! I've been through fucking hell and I'm back! I suppose you're disappointed?"
Han pointed at the girl, then at the ragamuffin, Moyi, and the hooded lady:
"You and you! And you! And, of course, there you are! I'm alive, we've gone, and I'll fucking live! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!!!" Han laughed hysterically and began to dance in a pool of blood.
The tiny pale noblewoman and the swarthy ragamuffin exchanged glances.
"Kumtah?"
"Kumtah shedeh. Kumtah shedeh-sha."
"I'm alive, and the race continues! I'm alive, and the fun doesn't end! Up to his ears in shit, but still alive!"
Han's psyche could not withstand the obstacles encountered and went out of order for a while. Now mangaka began to create an indescribable game: to kiss the bloody earth; to draw blood into a mug, mistaking it for cherry soda.
Moyi and the lady stared with their eyes bulging, like the others who did not escape after spilling blood.
"Kipa to?!!" Moyi called the purple hands to calm Han down.
The lady, however, had a different reason for surprise, for the first time in many years a smile began to blossom on her face.
"Kipa ramaha treegh panagon to? He."
The impudent man, who was greatly offended by the girl's words, also smiled when he saw a big-eyed book in Han's hands in addition to a mug.
"Treegh panagon…"
The impudent man squared his shoulders and went to the White House.
Old, weather-worn shoes crunched on the scarlet liquid. A stench rose with the spray, ominous and warning.
But the teenager only went faster to meet the sign. Confidence spread like red steel under the skin, ribs and skull.
The impudent fate entered the door, stepping boldly. It closed behind him with a pop, closed with a thunder.
And the impudent man saw it…
Three columns the size of citadels and countless myriads of ferocious predators.
The three-eyed men stopped what they were doing and looked at the impudent man. The impudent man opened his mouth wide, sweating profusely. Then he knocked on the door, screaming for help.
But one of the columns behind moved. The moon-sized face snorted, lifting its leg. The predators were shouting something inarticulate, encouraging the gigantic god.
The impudent man fell silent and curled up.
The monstrous foot collapsed and pressed the guts of the impudent man into the ground.
Myriads of vicious predators burst into applause. "Kano! Kano! Kano!"
The three-eyed giant lifted his chin proudly.
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A young man was thrown out of the White House. The poor man's body was convulsing. The tongue tried to pronounce some words, but each time without success.
The impudent man tried to get up – it did not work. Then he crawled to the Red House with tears. The guys near the houses sighed, seeing such a pathetic sight.