I, the Heir of Heroes

A pale god-made family member and a piece of feathers competed on the ground where thunder roared and sea water boiled.

Despite repeating the defeat three times, there is still no hope of victory.

The overwhelming strength made Jibril, who is a Flügel, even doubt the existence of her own strength.

There was no one in the empty and quiet recovery technique, and Jibril was somewhat unaccustomed to not seeing the bastard who had been waiting by her side all the time.

She still remembers the afterimage left in her eyes when she confronted this special enemy for the first time. If it wasn't for Azrael who had been following her all along, she might "again" helplessly say sorry to Raphael in her heart.

——Why do you say "again"! ?

Tilting her head, and casually sitting on the ground leaning against the wall, Jibril picked up the pen with an indifferent look of memories.

In his hand is a diary that was written inadvertently without knowing when it started.

Since the first time he was defeated in the trial of the god species, and then he escaped from death twice in a row, the diary has especially increased the number of records.

Every failure adds a sum to it, and each sum is a summary in exchange for blood and pain.

In order to stand in front of that person again, she must overcome the difficulties in front of her.

There has never been a doomed victory in the world, it's just that all the results are set before the start.

In order to gain the only chance of victory from the clues, Jibril began to swing the pen with the ultimate goal.

[Really, can't you think of a way to pass the free time during this restoration operation? 】

Because I lost to that thing three times in a row, the time outside the surgery room became even rarer.

[In other words, I obviously didn't feel any trace of wisdom, but could I advance my combat ability to that level just by relying on instinct alone!This is abnormal! 】

【Woo~ If I don’t hurry up and find some way to relax, I’m afraid I’ll be bored to death before I’m killed...】

The challenges will continue.

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"...It's here again, is it like this again. She is really a lucky little girl."

"Ah, Senior Raphael! I started drawing because I was too busy. What do you think?"

It took a month in the prosthetic surgery room to regain consciousness, and it was a young girl who was writing something rustlingly in a notebook.

——After suffering the fifth defeat against the creation of the Deity Seed, Jibril shrank into a little girl again.

It's just that this kind of high-intensity fighting and defeat actually inadvertently improved Jibril's recovery ability, and the time spent in the recovery room after each fiasco was less and less each time.

Seeing the children's graffiti she handed out with a triumphant expression, Raphael couldn't help but ponder:

"Although it's amazing that you can still keep your original shape after challenging the Phantasmal species five times in a row... But Azrael makes a lot of noise every time, and even we have to run around, so you should be a little conscious , don’t always attack without strategy—”

"Huh? I'm not lacking in strategy. This time [Sky Strike] succeeded in hitting it directly? Besides, that thing is not some kind of fantasy, it's probably - woo~ it's a puppet that can move, a container or something like that something!"

—So you haven’t even been able to do that kind of thing before?

The external form is different from the known race, the savage power that has never been seen, the creation of the gods, if there is not only a single individual, then there may be more than one new race in this world.

——For the time being, let's classify it as a fantasy species under the command of the gods!

Raphael decided to do so after hearing about it for the first time.

But she didn't notice the stern expression on her senior's face, and Jibril happily continued:

"But the strange thing is that it has no effect at all—no, I think it must have pierced the opponent's steel skin, um, that's what I called it...but what's strange is that it regenerates instantly...it's almost It's like going back in time."

——That is time manipulation, Rafael made an estimate based on this nature.

"But if it is really possible to turn back time, then no matter how much power you concentrate, you can't knock it down."

However, Jibril who immediately denied this thought continued.

"Why can it be defeated... No——is it really defeated?"

Manipulating time and space freely, even if it is directly hit by [Sky Strike], it is still essentially harmless.

"The power that can surpass that level of power, I am afraid, is only its own power?"

——So that's the case, not only is she out of strategy, she even has found a chance to win.

Facing such a little girl, Rafael sighed.

"Then the following is a regretful notice—there is no next time, so you might as well give up."

"…………what?"

"Azrael has completely messed up, and she said it was an [order]. From now on, it is forbidden to challenge the gods, including the creations under the opponent's command. If they violate the order, they will be punished... That's what she said. I have already I conveyed it to you, let’s just say it.”

Although this is mostly just adding fuel to the fire.

Leaving such a sentence, Rafael turned and left quietly.

Obviously, Jibril certainly didn't keep this sentence in her mind.

Whether to go out or go out, whether to hunt or hunt, the only thing that might be postponed is the reckless challenge.

It's not because of timidity, but because of the necessary preparations for victory.

That...how should I put it...well, it looks like a 【Iron Block】from the outside.It must be dozens of times her height, carrying such a huge piece of waste, the figure of the little girl walking forward with heavy steps.