"...In the name of the Omniscient and Omnipotent One, the great Bucky... I, the Angel Envoy of the great Omniscient and Omnipotent Bucky, can save him!"
Solemn, sacred, seemingly with a touch of mystery.
Black night, streetlights, chaos, the crowd's gathered gaze, held breaths.
A woman's grief as she looks at her husband.
At this moment, he wearing a Carnival Mask seems to become the ferryman of souls, leaving a lasting impression... Probably.
However.
"Isn't he the guy who was causing trouble just now? Don't come and mess things up!!"
"Get lost!!"
A group of people surged forward and directly pushed this man in a Carnival Mask out, and then continued their discussion again—none other than that this shot man, unless a miracle happens, can only be claimed back by the Lord's embrace.
"I'm telling you, you guys will incur the wrath of the Omniscient and Omnipotent Bucky... Ah, don't hit, don't hit!! No hitting the face... Who touched my crotch!!! Ah..."
