Chapter 0 – #1 Prologue – Is the Dark Knight a Hero or a Villain?
#1 Prologue – Is the Dark Knight a Hero or a Villain?
“””Cheers~!”””
Friends who had been together for the first time in a while drank soju, which only smelled like alcohol.
Friends who spent their teenage years in full swing, time flies like bullets, and before they know it, they too have become office workers in their 30s.
When we were young, if we didn’t see each other for even a day, we went around hanging out together like thorns would spin in our mouths, but one or two started to have jobs, and now we’re going to see each other a couple of times a month.
However, as much as the time we couldn’t meet, the stories to tell piled up like a mountain. Even staying up all night, it was not enough to solve all the stories.
“Ah, that bastard bastard…”
Since everyone is an office worker, it started with a gossip from the boss at work.
Friends were busy bringing up what happened with their boss as if they were trying to compete over which boss was more trash.
“Hey, do you guys remember him? You know why. He was so fucking pretty in our grade…”
“Ah~ he!”
After gossip about the boss at work, it was time to go back to memories.
Who said that women are talkative? Once a man opened his mouth, he talked just as much as a woman.
As we moved from place to place and continued our conversation, a drunken friend opened his mouth.
“Hey. But is the [Dark Knight] A villain or a hero?”
“…”
“…”
For a moment, the table became quiet as if struck by magic. Everyone was thinking hard about the newly thrown topic with their faces flushed.
For reference, [The Dark Knight], Which became the subject of this conversation, was not talking about a movie.
It was the name netizens gave to an unknown superman who appeared like a comet.
A friend with wide eyes opened his mouth.
“A hero. How many villains has the Dark Knight killed so far? I always say that it’s human rights and keep those bastards alive, but I applaud very much when the news comes out that the Dark Knight killed a villain.”
He was an advocate of the Dark Knight.
Even if the villain was arrested, it was impossible to kill him on the spot. After being tried, he is imprisoned in a villain concentration camp depending on the crime.
There is a strong public opinion that villains should be executed, but it has been a long time since executions have not been carried out in Dark City.
But the Dark Knight had no mercy in his hands. He killed the villain, or made him unable to die.
As this fact became known to the world, many people supported the Dark Knight and sent their voices of support.
“Oh no.”
Then my friend, who was so drunk that he was now drinking through his clothes, retorted.
“I think the Dark Knight killing villains is something I’m good at, but they do a lot of bad things as well. The Dark Knight is a villain, a villain.”
This time, a new friend refuted that statement. He was also a Dark Knight advocate.
“Hey, it’s been a while since that was called fake news. The Dark Knight is becoming more popular, so the Hero Association sent fake news to discredit his image. You said you were so kind?”
Rebuttal followed rebuttal. The friend who opened his mouth this time was an opponent of the Dark Knight.
“Twitter hair? Hey, that’s fake news. I saw that and went through the tweets of the bastard who posted that post. That bastard doesn’t even live in the 114th precinct. He’s not a banker. He just wrote a novel. And the Dark Knight bastard is just a murderer. Hey, a murderer. He’s also good at making images. People like him when he kills only villains, so he does it on purpose.”
“The Dark Knight is a hero..!”
“Villain…!”
Before I knew it, the friends were divided into two groups and began to have heated discussions.
Although the issue was that the dark knight was a hero or a villain.
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“Hero!”
“Villain!”
“They’re fucking.”
A man muttered with a snort as he looked at the men talking loudly behind the Dark Knight. Unlike the other crowded tables, he was drinking alone.
The man who shot soju from the bottle without even pouring it into the glass looked at the wall and muttered.
“[Players] All you assholes.”
After drinking all the soju, the man put the money for the drink on the table and got up. The man who was walking down a noisy city street looking up at the night sky murmured again.
“No, you killed a fucking person, why the hell do you like it?”
The man shook his head as if he couldn’t understand.
