Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

Who has a lot of questions

The next day.

Early in the morning, I thought I was coming down to the basement.

A pagan thing that has happened so far.

Behind them was a creature called Richie. He created evil monsters by conducting undead manufacturing experiments that mobilized all kinds of evil means, and now he has released them to plunder the spirit of the devil.

I don't know exactly how wide his forces are, but there's no way their forces can be that small. No. If you look at what you've done so far, you're literally rich bastards.

There are many pagans who worship Richie individuals. They've been doing bad things for a long time, such as building a building or conducting human experiments and selling humans to cover their resources.

You don't have the money. You can't let those bastards get cheap.

Do you have a lot of money because you're a reverse Richie?

But why is Richie after the power of the devil? I'm fucking curious about it. Is it simply to increase your power? Then why the hell is he building the Undead?

One of his purposes seemed to be to create something powerful, undead. Do we really need a demon to create the Undead? Or do you have a plan to create some kind of chewy undead? Or to open the door to the commandment?

Whatever it is, it's not clear yet.

But more than that.

"You cheeky bird."

Bugal... no. I don't know what to call it anymore.

- Relief.

Anyway, this ominous sword was playing in real time right now. From the part that has been broken as always, the radiant energy twitches and regenerates.

I don't know what the principle is, but if it is, it will be a restoration by tomorrow.

But...

"..."

I grabbed the sword and focused my mind.

- Tsuzu.

It's hard to feel.

- It was an extremely heterogeneous force.

"Andromalius...!"

I was already picking up the sword and throwing my fist into the agary and misbehaving.

"Blurred!"

Tears gush out. I don't have enough fever, so my legs relax. I howled as if I were such a reckless child.

- Papapod!

- Borz-bornz!

Shoot your feet, swing your arms in the air for a long time. For a long time, tears burst into tears, releasing the inherent violence. The primitive misfire, accompanied by an explosive rotation using only the hip muscles, was the failure of the large grocery store to get what it wanted and had more repercussions than three-year-olds who sat down.

"Teaeaeaeaeaeaeaeae!!!"

- Bang!

You can't beat him like that, hit the ground with your fist, then bounce your thumb off and shoot yourself to the ceiling. It sticks to the ceiling with four feet like a cockroach.

- I'll give you a line.

I'm the wall and floor of the basement. And I sprayed the ceiling with my tears, crying and sprinting for a long time. It's a painful grief. It's a terrible grief to be sacked to the bone. Buried in the bones, it is a sorrow that will never disappear. What follows is just fever and howling. All that's left is grief.

Why is it so sad?

It was because I realized.

- That Bügall is spoiled.

It must be at the source of these tears.

to pray for an old friend who should now leave.

"Bugal...!"

Andromalius, this cheeky bird went inside my knife...! It was an energy that was clearly different from before that felt when we captured Bucharest and focused our minds. Vulgar! Vulgar is gone and there's a damn demon in it!!!

"Oh...!!! Ohhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

- Roar.

I poured out my emotions as I roared.

Is there no Vulgar now? Did Andromalius take his place? Now, my true friend and colleague. Will the Archery Sword Bügall disappear and only this unmatched Mage Sword remain?

- Arrest.

Grab the sword you threw.

Stand up.

I stare at him.

"..."

Tears cease from the cold.

"... but."

With tears pouring out, I was extremely cold. My cold anger burned my sorrow, so I stood there trembling.

"Nothing has changed."

In the first place, the name Büghal was nothing but an illusion. In the first place, his soul white was completely separated by Risha, and all that was left was just a shell. I projected an image of Bucharest there and made him my colleague.

To better handle the sword.

To reach the end of the sword.

To increase the efficiency of training.

To maximize my power.

Friend Bügall was just an imaginary image created by communicating with the sword itself. Efficiency was certainly good. I communicated with the sword while communicating with my imaginary Vulgar, and with it I made an extreme improvement.

The power of archery and friendship.

They were all kind of images, too.

The idea of dealing with a bowman's sword erases hesitation from my murder and raises violence. The power of friendship. No matter how hard it is, it amplifies your body's potential. It is the strength gained by it.

This is the era of Valachro studies.

Learning or training that suits you. Finding and developing training methods is very important for warriors. After all, Bugal was the product of my intense efforts.

"Nothing has changed."

- I...

Therefore, nothing has changed since it was called the Great Devil Andromalius, not the Bügal contained in this knife. The imaged Vulgar was my creation.

That's all I think about.

"Anet...!"

At that moment, it seemed like a bugal in front of his eyes.

- Yeah... that's it, man! I didn't disappear!

- Archery isn't real in the end, it's in your heart!

- The fact that the sword got a little weird doesn't mean your fusion is compromised!

- So you don't have to be sad! How long have I been with you!

- I'm saving lives! Establish justice! And thus make the world a better place.

Bugal, who stood before me, said in a heartfelt tone.

"... that's what you're saying, Bugal."

Specific image training combined with managing photosensitivity has now reached the point where imagination is invoked. No, it was possible from before. Anyway, it was an explosive growth with these things, which was a side effect of course.

But I even used this side effect as a driving force for my growth.

"So I'll face it right."

Lift up the sword you grabbed.

"I will confront my changed sword intact."

Even if my sword was corrupted.

The only thing that has changed is the sword, not me.

"Show yourself, Andromalius. I know you're bound in it."

Andromalius. Yes. In other words, it was a soul tax embedded in the slot of Bucharest. I spilled my will while truly communicating with the sword I held.

Khhhhhhhh!

And then from the sword.

No, I'm not.

I hear the voice of the great devil in my head.

- What the hell is this place...! I have Andromalius in the dark, where it is impossible to even move! I wonder where this place is, and I also want to know what the last voice in my head is!!!

What is heard is the voice of Andromalius, not Bügall. I was completely out of my mind, thinking about how to cook this son of a bitch.

But at that moment.

- Go.

- Go, buddy.

- I'm on my way.

What was behind me was Bügall.

"You...!"

The back of my hand overlaps the palm of Bugal's hand. Behind you, Büghal was holding the sword with me...! You son of a bitch! You're touching people till the end!

- Just like you did to me. I'm going to subdue him and make him yours. Even an ominous day possessed by a great demon makes it a bow sword of righteous fusion. That's your fusion, isn't it?

Ah, definitely.

"Yes, by the way."

Smile on the mouth.

"That's right, Bugal. That is fusion. Now you know very well."

- That's the real archer's sword...

- Sarglu...

The image of Bügall that left the last horse disappears. The scattered hands disappear into powder, and as such disappear completely.

-But Bugal is not extinct.

How long do I live in my heart?

"Good...!"

As my will became stronger, I held the sword firmly and poured out my will. Whatever it is, it's a knife I'll use in the future. Then we'll have to tame it for sure. A sword with the spirit of the Great Demon would be just as useful.

I will use this power to benefit the world.

"Andromalius!!! You were defeated by me and trapped in the sword!! That's why we're trapped there! I am your master in the future!!"

Let's shout.

- Memory...! Memory is unclear! Is that true! Rising Memory Fragments! I thought about it! What are those tombstones and pagans! Why is the gate open!

- Bourgh!!!

Mage Sword... no.

The name of this knife is Bügall. I can never change it. Bügall shook his whole body with a violent questioning. You're still obsessed with the question that you held just before you died. Of course, it's no big deal. Andromalius is already dead in my hands. Therefore, there is nothing I can do about that fragment.

"Go!!!!"

I immediately decided to rebuke him and solve the question.

"The pagans were the ones who worshipped Rich, and the gate was opened, which Rich did to take the spirit of the Great Demon. You got caught up in it and passed to this land and died. That was all Richie's plot, Andromalius!!!"

How will he react to this?

-...!

Violent surprises are reported on the fingertips. At the same time, it was a kind of cool sensation. Are you satisfied that the question has been resolved now?

- Aggravation!

I felt the power of the sword was enhanced... what? Why? Why did you suddenly grow in strength? Whenever you solve his question, will the Sealed Power be released?

- The question... the question has been solved... but there are still some questions...

He said he was surprised. Well, I can't be satisfied that this son of a bitch gave me a few of those. You want to know more. This son of a bitch is like that.

- But... I'm happy... I didn't think there was such a reason.

- Aah...

-... consciousness... scatters...

- Where the hell am I...

The last time I said that, Bugal's vibrations disappeared.

- I...

I can feel his consciousness settling. Maybe you can't keep conscious. It looks like you're asleep because it's sealed by a sword. Comfortable son of a bitch in Erai.

"Hmm."

Nevertheless, Bugal's power was more than imagined.

"Intestinal salpingitis."

- Hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!

Swordsmanship that burns more intensely than before.

Efficiency itself has changed.

It contains the power of the Great Demon in Bügall. Literally, the equipment was upgraded. If I had a knife like this, I'd be able to chew it all up, even if some fucked-up motherfucker came in.

"Today's achievements are far from over."

That's it for today.

It was time to realize and feel a lot. Let's continue to sell out to the psychiatric flock every morning. It's very important to have a spiritual connection with the sword.

"Oh."

I immediately turned around and went up to the first floor. In the rest of the time, you can have lunch, do some physical training and combat skill polishing, and then write a report.

I have to show you a knife in the evening.

*

Afternoon training after lunch.

"But you."

Karin, standing in front of me, raises his head with arms.

"How strong are you?"

"How strong are you?"

"Uh."

A question of strength.

"Yes. I feel it this time, but I don't know how strong it is. I just flew against a great demon... and I almost won one-on-one."

"I did."

I almost caught him one-on-one and killed him.

Certainly I was strong enough to break the devil and the die. But how specific is that?

I have a question.

In the meantime, crazy chewy robbers in turn have achieved dazzling growth by being chewy, but it's a little frustrating because they can't even quantify it.

"I've grown stronger by capturing and killing monsters, but I don't know."

"Well, we've killed all kinds of monsters."

Karin nods.

"I'm a little embarrassed to say this, but I had my own accomplishments cutting off monsters. Catching and killing things like that was a very different experience."

"I had one, too. It was a good day."

"Anyway, so I'm saying, let's find out. We don't need to know exactly what level it is right now."

- Gross.

She pulled the sword.

"How do I find out?"

"Is there any other way than to recognize it as a body?"

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