Reworld•Frontier-Saijakuni Shite Saikyou no Shien Jutsu Shiki Tsukai [Enhancer]

"Hey, mah - what are you doing!?

Flim was screaming unknowingly at the unlikely sight on the large AR screen.

"Mr. Flim......?

Rosé leans her neck against the twin-tailed girl who changes her blood phase and eats up on the screen, standing next to her left. Nevertheless, she herself, who is questioning, was only guessing that something nasty was going on. What the boy looks like nowadays, no matter how you look at it, isn't just every bit.

"That's -" Achilleus "mode is ommitted not to activate!? There's no way it's gonna work except by the helmet! Because you're physically disconnecting the circuit! And yet why...!

Not normal, but certainly all the systems were running. Softly and hard, the function of systemic armorization should be disconnected.

Of course, the expansion is distorted and the motion of the extension is not beautiful with a gizzard. Nor has the shape led to perfect whole body armor, and the overall feeling of forced movement seeps strongly. Thanks to this, it was supposed to be a smart full plate covering the boy's entire body, but it was like a jacket (hooded robe) wrapped around a reaper.

"Impossible, what the hell is he doing!?

"Achilleus", remade by Flim, is equipped with a photon organ system, just like Durgasati and Skylaider. That's why deep purple geometry floats on the surface that closely resembles the luminous print of rug dishardt.

On the surface of Achilles, which is now activating the incomplete mode Stex, the radiance of deep purple rushed around and even pungent sparks were playing everywhere. No matter how anyone sees it, it's not decent.

Runaway - a word like that, just behind Flim's brain.

"No way he, like then......!?

Reminds me of the Battle of MidgalsOlm in The Hierarchy Without Opening. The boy, who sheltered Flim and received the head punch of a Hydra, showed extraordinary combat power at the same time as he was revived.

The boy's strength was unusual then.

But he couldn't communicate at all, and he was in a runaway state.

When I asked him in person, he said that his memories at the time were still distracting, but he didn't even know how he ended up like that.

The power of an unexplained mystery - does that mean that it manifested itself once again?

Forced to connect a system that should be disconnected. Open the function that should be blocked.

No questions asked, violently,

As if it were a beast.

――

It was the boy's figure after the battle that would continue to be associated with him if this happened.

Impossible overlapping, both flesh and "SEAL" were screaming. Ultimately, he bled and fell.

Again, there is no guarantee anywhere that this will not happen.

What's more - there was no guarantee anywhere that I would be safe again next time.

- We have to stop...!

The thought bounced in my chest.

I don't care about winning or losing anymore. You can lose the boy. I'll take your place and keep your head down. I'll rub my forehead on the ground as much as I can. I will accept any humiliation, any suffering.

If it's enough to mourn your precious family, it's better that way.

I don't care what kind of defamation you get. I'll storm the "broadcaster" person and stop the duel, even if I do my best. I'll definitely try to stop anything -!

The moment Flim, who consolidated his resolve, tried to move, his hand, which had extended its arm from the left, grabbed him firmly.

No one had to do anything. Flim never looks back, he tells in a hard voice.

"... sorry, let go, Mr. Rose"

"You shouldn't, Mr. Flim. You shouldn't do that."

Rose was accurately guessing what Flim was trying to do. Flim eats his teeth off hard when he dares to hear the truth he knew somewhere in his head.

Rosé's voice was abominably pale.

"Didn't Mr. Rag say that?" Because this is my duel. Because I made up my mind. "I know how Mr. Flim feels. But we have no right to stop this fight."

"- I know. That's about it!!

In an instant my emotions boiled. An exasperated flim roughs his voice and looks back like he was bounced.

There was Rosé's face, irritating and callous. While I am heavily aware that this is an eight hit, Flim can't stop himself.

"But heh! The gear that Atashi made is activating unexpectedly!? Maybe Hart is in danger!? Yeah, he's running wild! You'd know if you saw that one!?

"Yes. I know"

"Then -!"

"But you can't."

Rosé shakes her neck sideways only quietly, but resolutely. Ashgrey's rich hair shakes and her amber eyes stare at the flim in the light of determination.

"It's an act of making Mr. Rugg's memorial go away. It's an act that hurts Mr. Rugg's pride. It's -- it's something we should never do."

"I don't...!

I know I don't have to be told either, and he yelled at me, and Flim realized.

Rosé's cheeky flesh is trembling in small pieces, as it draws.

…………

That alone has enlightened the girl, who is a childhood friend and cousin of Ragdishardt.

Under a faceless expression like Nobu, Rosé is pushing and killing an unstoppable passion. With superhuman mental power, or even more powerful than Flim's, Rose suppresses it. Because, as she herself said, she knows it is an act of betrayal of the boy's thoughts. Because I know how heartbreaking it is to interrupt this duel.

So now I'm indulging in the desire to jump out and go, stopping Flim from even trying to do the same thing.

"Mr. Flim......"

I felt like I had a bucket of water on my hot, burning heart. As soon as I calm down, I feel painful about how short-circuited and thoughtless I was.

"... sorry, Atashi..."

To the flim of dropping his voice, Rose shook her neck sideways again.

"No, because I feel the same way"

Don't you have good control of the force, Rose grabbed Flim's arm on her right wrist with her left hand before releasing her hand. When I look, those hands are shaking small too. It's not on her face, but she's still upset to see Ragdishardt's condition, too.

Rose dropped her gaze slightly down and pointed her at the little girl's silver hair there.

"And... Princess Xiaolong can't move. We can't move before her."

When he was caught and Flim lowered his gaze, he did not let it be slight there, but had the hindsight of a honeymoon who was arm-wrapped and benevolent.

"Princess Xiaolong, you..."

Yes, this girl, who seems to be making a fuss first and foremost, is still watching the battle silently. Shamed that he had been disturbed first by his older girlfriend, Flim gave in and peered into Hanumoon's face.

As soon as possible, I open my eyes.

"- Hey, dude...!? What are you doing?

Smiley blood was pouring out of the end of Hanumoon's mouth looking up at the screen with his chin up. I bite my lips so hard, my skin is ripped. If you look at it, the arms that are heavily aligned also have wrinkles that are too strong to grip in and too deep in the coat. Or maybe my nails had already eaten into my arms and breached my skin.

"... I told you not to be a werewolf, naughty"

The honeymoon, whose mother, who had been deprived of her child, stared at the screen with her face every now and then, squeezed out an unusually low voice.

"Who doesn't hurt the most right now? Who's the hardest part right now?

Blood leaking from his small swinging lips transmitted his jaw, a drop, dripping down to his feet. Still, Hanumoon doesn't try to take his eyes off the boy on the screen.

"That's not rat. The concubines on this occasion are the most painful. I'm having a hard time."

Hearing a strong light in the pale and gold, in the eyes of different colours, the little girl told.

"That rat is still fighting, and the boys (Okoko) are keeping their intentions up. What do you do when the outdoors are noisy? - I told you earlier. Don't worry, believe in Lato. Shut up and watch."

"... you..."

The person who said that looked like it would explode if there was any trigger at all - and those words came up to Flim's throat. But when the boy collapsed the other day, it was this girl who worried about him so much that he was more desperate than anyone else. This is how the honeymoon is enjoyed. There was no good reason for Flim to pop up earlier.

"... Okay, I'm sorry. Yeah, that's enough. Wipe your blood, too, see?"

Exhaling his sigh, Flim took the handkerchief out of storage and placed it at the mouth of a honeymoon that wouldn't even try to move while Jen was standing. I knew you wouldn't try to wipe it yourself, so I'll wipe the blood off your lips just like that.

"And..."

When he had a dirty handkerchief with smeared blood, Flim gently touched the hand of the honeymoon eating into his two arms.

"If that's all you have to say, calm down a little. If you were bleeding when Hart came back, he'd be surprised."

Carefully remove each finger that had been tightened and hardened, pulling out the force that was rising to the tip of the nail. Hanumoon follows Flim's guidance while being done, but his gaze still remained fixed to the overhead screen.

Eventually, the breath leaked slightly from Hanumoon's lips with Phew......

But the next moment, his breath, which he had just vomited, swallowed sharply.

"- I know... more than that. Flim, Rose, look at that! The wind has changed!

To the girl's pressing voice, both Flim and Rosé raised their faces at the same time.

I can't hear you at all being scratched off by cheers from the start, such as audio on that side. Therefore, I didn't know which was the dominant without a close look at the two moves.

Until the last minute, whoever saw it, Romnick had an overwhelming advantage. That was a fact that I have to admit for the girls who support the boy.

And it should still be noted that Ragdishardt attacks and Romnick receives - the diagram hasn't changed.

But.

"Lato's attack has begun to hit"

The mouth of the honeymoon, which was distorted by the letter to, slowly loosens.

The sight on the screen had turned into a unilateral development by the boy. His slaughter, wrapped around unfinished black armor (Stex) and scattered deep purple sparks from all over his body, is beginning to reach Romnick's body one by one.

But no matter how much he went into a runaway state, it didn't mean the boy suddenly got stronger.

Rather, Romnick's movements are dull and the accuracy of the recirculation is diminishing. Until now, the defenses of the iron walls, which were thought to be untrue, have collapsed as far as the sandy cabinet. Though it wasn't a clean hit yet, Ragdishardt's sword tip was steadily reaching Romnick and he was starting to scrape his clothes, his armor, slightly but not his skin.

"... Indeed, there is a lack of glory from their movements. Is this... upsetting...? Are you afraid of Mr. Rug?

That's what Rosé is the most eye-catching of the three when it comes to combat. Read the disorder, which is not a physical disorder, from the Romnick movement attacked by the boy and predict its contents.

Rosé sniffed [the smell of fear] around Romnick's spirit because of his expression, limb muscle movements, and the stiffness of each movement.

I don't know at which time, but something happened between the two of them, and the position seems to have been reversed - Rosé deduces.

In contrast, Hanumoon unwrapped the arms he was putting together and made a fist grip with both hands. Shout with a caged voice of heat.

"Of course not! Standing over there is not the only best friend of a concubine! Behold, that rat's face!

Girl's index finger showing screen. Ahead, the face of the fighting boy is pulled out with an up. There were no shards of bitter faces until earlier, eyes wide open, and wolves burning in war had shapes every time.

From the visor of the "Stuxx", which hides half his face, and from the unnaturally empty gap, seemed to represent a deep purple glow flowing from his eyes and a burning rage like a blaze.

Hanumoon is convinced of his appearance.

With absolute confidence, the girl unequivocally affirmed.

"- We're gonna win, Lato!

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Thoughts burn.

My nerves tingle.

The five senses grow and everything around me can be grasped.

I can see Romnick's agitation, the wolf, the fear, in his hands.

Both hands and feet move semi-automatically.

A double sword mimicking Mr. Ashley's swordsmanship dances through the universe as it flows. I won't give you any clearance to fight back. Constantly stacked with slaughter. A blade of silver clashed with a dirty white spear in deep purple and blue blood, causing a spark to bloom wildly.

It was a strange feeling. It seemed as if something else was driving the flesh at the same time as moving at my will.

My whole body muscles roar. He rumbles to slap the energy all overflowing with his full opening.

But it's a mess in my head. I run a number of thoughts in parallel, always thinking of more than a dozen attack patterns. Honestly, I don't even know which is what I mean. I myself don't know what each thought routine is thinking.

I say it like other people do, but I was running wild. [M]

Romnick said. His artifact can read the minds of others.

Yes, I'm not looking at the future. He's only predicting my behavior by reading my mind.

Therefore, I have decided to give my full strength in the spirit, not the flesh.

Indeed, I cannot demonstrate more than a thousand times my normal abilities without a supportive technique.

But if it's just in your head, it's not a story.

A thousand times the world - "Thinking speed to use Absolute Square". Concentration where time stops and you see it. If you even show that, you can split a second into a thousand pieces - or at least a hundred pieces, without having to reach that depth. That's what I thought.

Therefore, I divided my thoughts so that I was simultaneously activating and activating multiple procedures with SEAL. If you can handle fifteen procedures at a time, you can also divide them into thought circuits. Because I thought so.

"- Huh!!

My mouth and throat are moving at will and screaming something. But the brain was filled with processes that were simultaneously processed, and I didn't know what I was talking about.

"■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ − − − − ^ ^ ^!

Romnick was also shouting something back in desperate shape. Is it a roar? I don't hear voices, but they look so good that I don't like the movement. It's like slow motion.

Yes. I don't need the power of an artifact to read their movements. As long as you grasp the trigger with these eyes, it's not hard to predict what lies ahead.

I learned how to attack my opponents from Mr. Ashley and Mr. Villey. I received courteous guidance from both of them on how to use the sword and the ultimate in duplicity.

It's easier than cutting a lemon to stray away from a one-handed poke like he was cornered and had no choice but to serve.

"- Huh!"

Step into your nostrils with a right knife, bleeding wet tips, and wave your left sword. Romnick rushes against his torso and tries to avoid a sword flash, but only in time. Chip, and the cuttoe plucked his cheek.

Romnick could no longer read my psyche. Naturally. I don't know what I'm talking about, but I'm constantly radiating a lot of information that can't be processed by regular people. It is impossible to read the turbulence of intentions that I cannot even understand myself.

[Empathy] There's no way I can do that.

If this happens, each other's terms are almost EVEN. Both sides ran out of trump cards and their backs. Neither can make enough moves by hand. After that, only the difference in local power will remain, but that's trivial if we get here.

Anyway, he's losing his spare time and messing up his mind a thousand times. Unlike before, there are gaps everywhere. I have as many opportunities as I can get into it.

Besides...

"-" Aradvar "!

Unexpectedly, Romnick's activation audio splits my ear. Only the audio was heard strangely. The blue blue icon shows the technique - and it's a rather powerful advanced technique.

Suddenly, a fierce fire erupted from the white spear. The swelling crimson flames instantly envelop the entire body of Romnick as well, turning it into a flaming armor.

Strike with a blaze all over your body - that's the effect of the advanced mojo "Aradvar". Very similar to Tornado Spinner and my Drill Break, but more powerful than them.

I kicked a wall instead of a skywalker and backed away a lot.

Romnick's mouth moved in the blink of an eye.

From his back, an afterburner greetings a fierce jet flame. Romnick himself came forward as a giant fireball with a spear.

In contrast, I - with more than half certainty - scream the boot audio.

"-" Drill Break "!

My "SEAL", which was so exciting, gave off an even more intense glow. Several light strips burst as lightning strikes.

Swordsmanship Ceremony (Drill Break) x 20.

The technique was plugged into the current output slot and activated simultaneously.

Focus all the spiral angles on the right knife at one pole. I stack up a deep purple drill that takes the shape of a giant knight spear (Night Trans) as a pile of Millefeuil, and I pierce it too.

Faster than landing, Photon Blood exploded on my back and blew my body forward.

I can roar.

"Ahhhhhhhh!

"- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Now I heard it. Me and Romnick's roar overlaps - a clash.

His "Aradval" and my overlapping "Drill Break" tips hit each other head-on.

Blast. Impact.

That must have sounded awesome. Me, and perhaps Romnick, felt the roar as a vibration that pierced my body, not my ears.

Each other's rituals strike down and splash in a fierce twist. A bright red flame shattered deep purple Photon Blood like a ruptured balloon.

All that's left is the two of us stripped of the effect of the procedure.

――……

Romnick's face is stunned and frozen. I guess you didn't think that would offset the current one.

On the other hand, I hold my fist in my heart that it's working. It was exactly what I thought. My "SEAL" is back perfectly. In this way, the surgery ceremony could be activated. Even the attack ceremony is problematic. In other words:

- Now we have more means to attack you, Romnick!

I dared to slap him with clear thoughts. To declare this one even more advantageous, so much so that you can't mishear it.

In fact, my options have increased dramatically. In addition to previous melee fights, swordsmanship ceremonies include attack ceremonies, and -

"- Rah!

An instant glued state where each other's surgical rituals were born undoing each other. I just threw the knife in my hands with a romantic knife. [M]

Right, left and continuous throw. Romnick rushes off the two that flew in, slamming them down with a spear, but by then my journey has already been completed.

Skywalker features into the air. After I retreated out of his reach - I took [my favorite two-wiggle] out of storage.

On your right, Black Emperor Steel Xuan (Ridil).

On your left, White Emperor White Tiger (Flotty).

Yes, if "SEAL" has regained this condition, storage should also be available. Yes, I expected - no, as I expected, the weight I was accustomed to holding appeared in both hands.

Grip and erect black and white, only patterned weapons. The feeling of the grip sucking on his palms was as if Black Xuan and the White Tiger were saying 'I was waiting for this time'.

Draw a knife. Two waves of ancient weapons (Enchanted Arms) absorbed my surgery - Photon Blood - and sputtered a deep purple light blade vigorously.

But the shape of Photon Blade is unstable, either by eating fiercely rampant thoughts or incitement to surgical force control. "Like a spark bouncing off the SEAL glitter, it is shaking in the form of a seaweed.

Do you mind? Short-term showdown like this. I'll put a piece on it at once.

I spread my swords like wings and kicked in the sky.

Run through.

"- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

The roar was rising naturally. I run from the air through the universe as a comet, and I thrust with romance. [M]

Romnick's face, which he captured in his sight, clearly attracted him.

Several attack patterns run simultaneously in your head. I don't know which one I'm going to choose eventually. As my fighting instincts went, I drove my whole body, rapidly approaching Romnick.

Serial strike.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!

Flash your left and right swords and wave endlessly. Purple blue swordlight draws text and dominates the space in front of Romnick's eyes.

"Meatier Stream!

A new boot audio popped out of his mouth. Romnick's spear wraps around the blue glow and moves at high speeds.

Super fast continuous thrust - in a nutshell, that's the specification of the "Meatier Stream" technique. But the real thing isn't as sweet as such a simple explanation. With enhanced correction by the procedure, a number of spikes appear in front of the eyes as if they were alone. Moreover, each blow is powerful enough to be compared to a meteorite drop. It was the reason why this mojo ceremony was described as an advanced mojo ceremony alongside "Aradvar".

At first sight, I broke through Romnick's release ritual, and I immediately struck my hand.

"- [Viper Assault] Huh!

He activated a swordsmanship ceremony on the light blade of both hands, extending his body as a serpent. In addition,

"Drill Break!

wrap around an impulse angle that spins violently so that it can be covered, on which

"Zuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"

I folded the swordsmanship ceremony with the momentum of the settlers so much that I thought the brilliant print would burn out a thousand times.

"-Slaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"!!!

An attack that combines three swordsmanship ceremonies is released from both arms.

A storm of meteorological spikes and the slaughter of a roaring tornado depicting a double 'Z' clashed directly from the front.

Very luxurious acoustics blast across that I don't think metal is bumping into each other.

The sound of the excavator wearing a huge rock bed sounded continuously, shaking the atmosphere in the security room.

Between me and Romnick, each other's arming ceremonies clashed - it was me who won.

Romnick's spear can jump overhead. The surgery was offset by both sides, but he collapsed, pushed and won, and I can take on further pursuit.

He jumped straight into Romnick's nostalgia.

"- Huh!?

Romnick's face distorts bitterly. Even if you can't read your mind, you'll soon know what you're thinking. Obviously. He's got his arms jumped up and exposed to defenseless bodies. I can't even defend myself, I can't make it. I'm going to be struck by an inevitable attack - that fear.

Is this understandable because I was in the exact same situation the other day? Or - No, I don't mind now.

"- Ahhhhhhh!

The spike of Kurokusen (Ridil) on the right continued to knock the slaughter of White Tiger (Flotty) on the left. The thrust pierced Romnick's heart without passing, and the sword flash that ran from top left to bottom right did slash his flesh diagonally.

――

But strange. The moment I thought I was uncomfortable responding, something burst around both ears of Romnick.

The earrings. The grey-brown curly hair hid them and I didn't notice them, but the earrings there were smashed and scattered. When I realized that, I realized who the discomfort was.

- "Protection of the substitute"!

Besides, from the timing it was activated, it's not the same type as the breastplate or anything else. Perhaps a shield that responds only to an attack that 'reaches life' - [another life] for emergency use.

"- Ahhhhhhhh!

Then slash it even more. Mr. Ashley's sword dance flashes back in his brain. Wave your sword at it. Quadruple strikes. A rough light blade of deep purple chops Romnick's body.

Then his shoulder and armor bounced off.

- How much is this guy planting...!

Even in "Protection of Substitution," the level of substitution for life is limited to what can be granted to an armor maker. It must have been a hell of a expensive purchase. That, so much.

I can guess. I'm sure I even broke the rules and used a supportive technique. The rules of duel are not chains that physically bind themselves. I can always ignore it if I want to. And if I raise myself to Absolute Square, I can kill Romnick a hundred times instead of ten. This guy even assumed that.

"- Huh!!

By the time Romnick pulled the bounced spear back, he had eight more slashes. The buckle on the belt, the bracelet, the armored shoes, the clasp on the cape, the glove embellishment, flies like a dazzling firecracker.

But Romnick's [planting] wasn't just on the outside. Large quantities of 'insurance' were also available inside the clothes.

Whenever the light blade ripped him apart, something was bursting inside his white clothes dirty with blood. Probably stretched a talisman all over his body that granted him "substitute protection."

Whatever the situation, I'm the only one who survives anything - that was enough to even feel that belief.

But in me, even the anger that was burning and rolling added to the fire. The more the various thought routines that are processed in a disorderly parallel are about to blow up, the more emotional they become.

This guy is with Signos. Keep that big mouth slapped, keep people scattered and ridiculous, what the hell is this body? Multiple insurances, focus on preservation. This is a duel. It's a one-on-one battle, almost without rules. Give me that!

He'll hear you. Scream in the voice of your heart.

- How many 'substitutes' did you bring! Don't be ridiculous! That stuff... I'll rip it all off!

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

Plus my sword speed goes up. My arms are light. Both Black Xuan and White Tiger feel lighter than usual when they are light blades, as they have always been. There were wonders and wavelengths now where sensory discrepancies would originally occur.

Romnick restarted his spear and struck another six-second strike by the time he was in a defensive position. Without a doubt, I think it was the best streak I could demonstrate with my physical abilities right now.

But Romnick doesn't fall. A man who would have already fallen apart into five pieces and was supposed to be dead had a spear in his hand, and finally began to prevent my double sword.

"" - - Whoa!

A fierce meeting began at super close range.

"Haaaahhhhhhhh!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Me and Romnick could no longer roar like beasts without shame or outspoken ears.

Both are bloodstained.

All over my body is scratched and worn out.

It's not strange that if it were true, it would have collapsed.

Still works.

Fight.

There was a reason we couldn't beat each other.

There was a will.

There was pride.

I had an obsession.

Only to penetrate them, we fight with all our spirits.

Deep purple light blades and pure white spears clash dozens of times.

He raised his roar and just waved his gains at each other with his instincts high.

In the meantime, suddenly Romnick jumps back. It was instantly detectable that he was trying to make a deal in favor of the spear. But it was also an opportunity to give me some time.

I kicked the floor with a skywalker to chase Romnick, who didn't fly backwards. Keep moving to 3D manoeuvre. I kicked around in a space of nothing and danced through the universe as a bounce.

In the meantime, once the "Ridil" and "Flotti" light blades are stored, the black and white patterns are superimposed up and down.

Combination.

The Ginnungagap protocol, built into the double sword, became operational to embody additional parts.

From the finished Grand Sword pattern, an unparalleled huge light blade erupts as far as the falls that roll back.

Tai Chi Emperor Sword (Balmunk) - A new mode of arming, mounted by Flim on the new Black Xuan and White Tiger. Would it be easy to understand when it comes to "The Great Blade" by Photon Blade? According to the maker, the output of Photon Organ in this mode will be squared rather than quadrupled.

With a sword of light like a giant's knife, I run up an invisible staircase at once and ascend to the ceiling of the security room at once. So I hit a dragonfly and replaced the top and bottom of my body, kicking the pure white ceiling.

Keep it up - Romnick directly underneath. Fully ill.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Swing the "Balmunk" over the big upper section, leaving your own voice behind to accelerate. It descends sharply as lightning on speed.

"- Huh!"

Romnick made a simple choice for me as the bullet fell from the top of my head.

Hold the spear with both hands and hoist it overhead.

It is obvious to me that I will do the upper slaughter. We're going to take it head-on and defend it.

I dare say it in my heart.

You idiot, and.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

He killed my distance in an instant, and I swung down Balmunk with all my might.

The fountain's purple blue light blade clashed with a pure white spear.

Baggin '! and the "Balmunk" blade smacked Romnick's spear.

――

But still, the slaughter was slightly derailed. "Balmunk", who was supposed to turn Romnick in two, deflected to the left, but cut his right arm off his shoulder for every single crack in the spear.

A whole right arm blows in the direction of the unanswered.

"Grrrrrrrr!?

Romnick turned his throat and screamed. Blue Photon Blood erupts with tremendous momentum from Romnick's right shoulder. A glowing blood splash fell like rain.

The rest of his "substitute protection" only responds to deadly attacks - no, I can't. Conversely, protection is not activated for attacks that do not take an immediate life.

- Did you see that? This is the power of Flim's "Infinite Light" weapon you made a fool of yourself!

As I slam the thought of Kaishin, I land on the floor bending my knees to kill the momentum. But the boulder was too fast to kill completely, and less impact ran from both legs to the whole body.

I can't help it. My body hardens.

Sewing the gap, Romnick turned his left hand toward me on the floor.

"-" Freeze Lance "!

A blue icon emerged at the tip of his palm, along with a scream that exhaled precisely blood reflexes, and an attack technique was activated. Moreover,

"" Freeze Lance "! Freeze Lance! Freeze Lance! Freeze Lance!

consecutive. Romnic surgical icons appear one hollow after the other so that rain falls in the water reservoir and ripples spread.

From the blue icon, nearly eighty centimeters in diameter, an ice spear was born, as its name suggests, and it was shot out at high speed. The blankly frozen spears face each other, but they fall apart. For proper aiming, nasty indiscriminate shooting. It also looked more like a painful attack than a counter.

But - [No].

A strange feeling engulfs me. I don't have any artifacts, but I can see what Romnick's thinking is in his hands.

This is an act, just a bluff to look at.

The attack technique "Freeze Lance" does not just wear enemies with sharp ice spears. Immediately after the landing, the surrounding area is sprinkled with extremely cold air, giving it a cohesive effect.

Therefore - the aim of Romnick is to stop me from moving by freezing.

"- Huh!!

I stuck out the circular shield on my right arm and kicked the shield deployment command in a row. The same procedure that prevented the Tornado Spinner just now causes the shield to explode at once. It's a so-called reaction armor (reactive armor) application.

The purple glow swelled and blew away the whole "Freeze Lance" looming with a blast. But my body, which I couldn't hold on to, also ate the stir. Try to get punched with your invisible hands, and I'll roll the floor to pieces.

That's how I turn my thoughts in the moment until I get up. Romnick's icon was about the same size as the concurrent wizard. I'm sure the surgery is quite strong, too. When the Freeze Lance is fired in series with that force, it is not close.

Then.

"- Huh!"

Stand up abruptly, holding hands at the moment when the inertia applied to your body is weakened at all.

Concentration. Grasp Romnick's movements. Still trying to shoot Freeze Lance with my left hand over here. Is the bleeding on your right shoulder already subsiding because you still have something to hide?

As I lost one arm, I threw the "Balmunk" sword pattern in both hands - momentum - toward the guy who reached for victory in the form of a frenzy.

"- Rah!

Romnick also seems to have been drained of this, opening both eyes of Moss Green to reveal his consternation. And it's probably a spinal reflex. The aim of the "Freeze Lance" that was about to be unleashed slipped into the big sword pattern I threw.

That made a fatal mistake.

I take a new weapon out of storage and grip the pattern with my right hand. I grabbed the sheath with my left hand and pulled it out at once. Throw away your sheath as you go, sink yourself low, and do your best to take the first step,

Step.

Full speed.

Similar to the circle shield, Skywalker was continuously kicked with a command to activate the acceleration capability. Excessive acceleration with overload is created for flesh that is not protected by Protection.

I got sick. [M]

Set up a weapon and run as a single arrow.

Unexpectedly, he released "Freeze Lance" to "Balmunk", where Romnick was thrown in such a way. The direct hit Grand Sword pattern freezes and becomes icy.

Far behind, a thrown away sheath made a sound.

A rushed Romnick redirects the attack ceremony to me.

But think about it. There was only one bullet, but there was nothing you could do about it.

It's too late. My attitude is perfectly in order.

A new Freeze Lance has been activated. Ice spears are born in the air and fangs are stripped. A bright white mass of frozen air fires at high speeds.

In an instant, I was approaching you with a weapon in my right hand.

[Slashed].

"Huh!?!?

Romnick is even more stunned.

The weapon held in my right hand - the "Freeze Lance" slashed by a short knife across the blade - disappeared as if it had been completely denied its existence.

Romnick was only rigid for a moment - he had a series of "freeze-lances" as he immediately recalled. But that kind of thing is just an evil reckoning.

I slaughtered the whole place with a knife and wiped it out. This stuff, Hanu's Zhengtian spiritual symbol was so much stronger. Neither speed nor precision extend far.

I quickly stuffed up my mistake while only killing off the direct hit course procedure. [M]

"Ahhh... ahh...!

Romnick's face, which sees me approaching, is distorted by fear. I have a feeling you're going to be stuck with an inescapable death, that's the look on your face.

"Uh-oh! Don't come. Don't come. Don't come. - Whoa!!!

Thinking about what he would do at the end, he swung only one arm and went backwards like a child. Tears scattered from his eyes and spit from his mouth corner can no longer be seen.

Romnick shoots the attack technique again, as he does on straw.

"" Freeze Lance "! Freeze Lance!" Freezera. "

That's when my distance went to zero.

I stuck the knife on my right hand into the left palm of the guy who was being stuck out.

Glowing blue - give me the blade of the rare metal "etherinium".

"Nhh!?"

My spike at speed was like a shell.

Moments of impact, don, and shock waves occurred.

The impulse of the momentum knocks Romnick's left arm straight up. He's like, hanging from the ceiling with a string. Hooray with one hand.

"-S > …"

The activation audio of the procedure was told to the end, but in the end it never activated.

Because all Romnick's ability to concentrate on his palms was absorbed into the "etherinium" knife that Mr. Villey gave me.

The guy who lost his right arm, lost his spear, and got his left arm played is completely defenseless.

――――

Not much of a shock, or a look falling off your face, a blank Romnick.

"- Huh!"

I took my hands off the knife and fastened my sides quickly. Step on your right foot and stick like a sword to the floor.

The basics of boxing that Mr. Rosé taught me. Tighten your whole body and converge your forces inside your body to the "core." Put the collected power on your fist and hit it sharply and compactly.

Faithfully abiding by the teachings, I twisted my body, where the momentum of the escape remained, and let all my strength subside in my left fist.

Eat up your teeth and open your eyes.

The roar was gushing from nature and throat.

"-Ohhhhhhhhhh!!

Romnick's masculine look. He has a flashing look on his nose,

I punched in the left straight all over me.

"Gube -!?"

The squeaky sound of meat and bones, the feel, coming from the fist bones. A breath leaked from Romnick's mouth made him sound like a frog to be ground.

I was convinced that Kaishin's response had shot him in the face and head.

Shake it out.

I felt the mess and something cracking and crushing. That must have been his nose bone and my fist.

I didn't care.

Romnick's body blew up like a toy doll.

I did my best to overcome the power of my fist by spinning my body without defying the momentum. Turn around on the spot and drain the inertia that was hanging all over your body. By the time you stop ringing the soles of Skywalker's shoes, turn your right palm towards Romnick, who is rolling on the floor like a victim of a car accident.

"Freibom."

Speak up the boot audio and let a small icon about the coin appear in one piece. Simultaneously narrow aiming rays stretched from the 20 deep purple ones to lock on the falling romnics in an unusual way. In addition,

"Freibom."

Add.

"Freibom."

Add.

"Freibom."

Add.

"Freibom."

Add.

A total of 100 aiming lines surrounded the perimeter of the Romnic, forming a junction.

"... gu, uhh... but haha...!

Rise up slowly as Romnick trembles like a newborn child horse. Bottoms and blue blood spilled from his mouth and shoulders as he moved. That was all speed-ridden fisting. No wonder your face is damaged.

At first glance, I felt little pain because of my excitement, but my left fist was pretty bad, too. What white thing to hide in between brilliant deep purples, maybe even bone? I wasn't going to hold my fist anymore, and I wasn't going to be able to hold my sword.

But I don't mind anymore. Because we decided to win or lose.

Don't move.

out of my throat. That was a surprisingly cold voice myself.

Biku, and Romnick's back trembles and stops moving.

"Look at me slowly."

After being stiff for a long time, he loosened up and looked at this one.

He had eyes like a throwaway dog.

…………

Moss Green's eyes swim and see the "Freibom" aiming line pouring down on him. Eventually you understood the status quo, but even blue-blue blood made your lower half pale stained face even bluer.

Katakata, and when I thought I heard a small noise, a knife pattern thrust into Romnick's left hand was transmitting his tremor to the floor.

…………

Romnick, who crawls on all fours - crawls three times because he doesn't have exactly one arm, is it? - perceives his situation and pierces his silence. It goes without saying that if I said anything bad, I would detonate all the "Freiboms" at once.

But still, you thought if you didn't say anything, they'd kill you for nothing. In a far cry from rap, Romnick has spoken to me.

"-Come on... kill me, do you...?

■

Romnick's gaze is poured into the countless icons floating around the boy's right hand.

Romnick was well aware of the power of Freibom, which the brave Beowulf likes to use. In preparation for this duel, we collected intel on the boy. An attack technique that is not very powerful in a single shot, but multiplies its power tens or hundreds of times by overlapping and activating multiple at the same time. Apart from Beowulf, it's a special procedure that you won't be able to bring out its true value.

That aiming line is now pouring around the man wondering if this is still the case.

If this many "Freiboms" detonate simultaneously, it's pointless to ask how much "substitute protection" you have. In an instant [they'll kill you all].

Standing on a cliff falling to the bottom of the Valley of Death, Romnick accidentally uttered a question that was only self-evident.

"-Come on... kill me, do you...?

From the moment I ask that, countless voices pour into my brain.

"Naturally," "Naturally," "Of course," "Now," "What," "You're Saying," "Even You," "He Was Trying To Kill Me," "You Were," "Oh," "Well," "Got It."

So once the voice of the boy's heart broke off, the flesh struck Romnick in the ear instead.

"... practice begging for your life, have you?

He was a frighteningly ruthless voice. Rather than say ice, stone. There was a rejection there that was hard, cold, and could not be dissolved with some heat.

The boy, wrapped in incomplete black armor, emitting a deep purple glow from his whole body and a ruthless gaze from his eyes glowing like a human soul, hunts Romnick down with even more thought.

"I beg for my life," "I can't believe I practiced," "The idea is," "Normal," "I can't think of," "I mean," "You practiced," "I've practiced," "I mean, I have," "I do."

The boy's emotions are transmitted through the power of the artifact. Heat enough to tingle the skin sears the entire body of Romnick.

Instead of fingertips, the boy who could wipe out Romnick by putting just a few commands in "SEAL" was deeply quiet - mad.

"... don't you?

Short question. I know what that means without having to rely on artifacts.

"... Huh...!

The position had been completely reversed. Beowulf wants to do exactly what Romnick did.

Make me beg for my life to be miserable, maybe it'll help -. That's what he says.

Romnick shuddered as if he had fallen on a bamboo.

The sound of what had piled up so far crumbling apart was echoing in the back of my ear.

Honor, glory, respect, status, fame - Romnick's background, which has been made up of such brilliant gems with mountains, is now about to be overshadowed from the ground up.

- How did this happen...?

I don't know what that means. I don't understand the point. What the hell does this mean?

I should have been overwhelmingly dominant. The opponent would have been an overall rated D-rank miscellaneous fish without a supportive technique ceremony. I should have applied to such a guy for a duel under the rule of no supportive technique and let him swallow unfavourable conditions unilaterally. Besides, on the same day, he couldn't even use any other technique because of "SEAL" malaise, and his weapon couldn't use the best. Whoever saw it, no matter what they thought, it should have been an easy win. If that bothered you, it would have been a battle that was over in a flash.

- Why didn't I decide to fight right away...?

A well-known question of my own answer passed the back of my brain.

It is decided. For whatever reason, he asked me to. Let the battle be prolonged, let Beowulf be ashamed, and let the most miserable and unusual end come to pass - because that's what he was instructed to do.

Nothing else, this artifact "gave me empathy," to that guy.

But if I actually did - here's what happened.

This is what happened.

"... Impossible..."

The world rocks. My feet are stuck. I even feel like my knees on the floor and my left hand sink straight down.

I can't stop trembling.

"... no... this..."

I just have to deny it. That's all I can do. [Not this route] and [this result is strange] and all I can think about is that.

I shouldn't have been wrong. You must have always chosen the right option. And yet...

This is crazy.

It's crazy.

This can't be happening.

"... lying, right...?

If you noticed, Romnick was asking the boy that.

I thought it was an unreasonable story. I didn't think it was a good idea.

If so - this is a lie.

Definitely.

In a fine voice, Romnick repeats.

"Lie, what is it...? You really don't think you're going to kill me...?

Instead, not if you don't.

Otherwise [strange].

Yes - otherwise [because we can't balance it].

Romnick seriously thinks so now.

'Cause I've been trying my best. I've been working my way down the tunnel every day without taking a day off.

How can that hardship not be rewarded for its journey?

"Oh, no use threatening me, I told you, I have your heart -"

"You say you can read," "I know you can."

Beowulf even had a similar sound to the sound of breaking the ice column, even in that thought.

"Then listen carefully." "I mean it."

The voice of the mind that reads with the artifact never lies. No, I won't lie. The sight, the hearing, the sense of smell, the taste, the touch, all five senses indicate that Beowulf's words are true.

"I'm gonna kill you," "I'm gonna kill you," "I'm gonna kill you," "I'm not gonna forgive you," "I'm gonna gut you," "I'm gonna shatter you," "I'm gonna dust you," "Go away," "Go away," "Go away."

――――

Hiu, I didn't know Romnick was breathtaking. Like the diaphragm cramped, I can't breathe well. My facial expressions tremble on their own, giving me a distorted grin. Together, my teeth began to rattle.

- Impossible, Impossible Ali Impossible...

Only such words wooden spirits in the mind of what has become of cancer.

Why? How did this happen?

Weren't I chosen? Wasn't it recognized by this world?

Years of hard work came to fruition - didn't I finally start living my life as a 'protagonist'?

"... yes... yes, no..."

Vain winds come and go in the chest of a man who groans.

Romnics until the artifact "Empathy" was truly a typical mid-level explorer.

Overall rating B rank. Not second-class, but not even super-class. If you look down, you can immerse yourself in any sense of superiority, but if you look up, but there are thick and sturdy walls there.

It's - a wall of talent.

Romnick always thought. The Top Explorer needs a gift.

A superior explorer, called a hero or brave man, can tell. "Sword Lady Villey" or "Ice Spear Karel Ren", "Collapse Sword Mikado Takaakira" or "Spirit Queen Geraldine", or "Demon King's Right Hand" or "Demon Bullet Archer", "Ghost Warfare Rider (Unicorn)" or "Unnamed Tyranny Emperor" - and "Brave Beowulf".

All in all, they have things that ordinary people never bring together.

To parable, it is to come from a father with the title of "sword saint" and a mother called "sword lady".

If you are analogous, that you have a gifted strategic and tactical sense at birth.

To be loved by the Spirit just because it exists, if you like.

If you are analogous - to have the kind of Greek surgical control ability and the lowest surgical power of mankind.

Everything about it was "genius." It is chosen by heaven, recognized by the world, loved by God, and born with "gifts".

That's the hero.

That's superb.

That's - "The Protagonist".

But Romnick himself was helpless and 'ordinary'. It was not born of a special pattern, nor was it born of a special talent, nor was it born into a rare environment of its kind.

Just mediocre.

As a sidekick who couldn't be the protagonist, Romnick was raw in the world.

It's not like I was insane, it's not like I was clumsy. If I did anything, I could have done quite a bit. There was nothing I couldn't do. I can also say that he was rather a better and more clever person than a coarse ordinary person.

But at the same time, there was nothing to jump through.

If I trained with a spear, I'd have no enemies locally. But I couldn't be the best in the world.

If I handled the surgical ceremony, I would have had enough surgical power to compare to those wizards there. But he was no match for the top of the line.

Then he tried to excel at spears and procedures, hybrid styles that specialize in both sides. But naturally, there were many people who thought the same thing, and there was enough in the world to sweep and throw away explorers to the extent of Romnick.

Romnick didn't have anything that could make him number one, or one-on-one.

Everywhere, everywhere, it was a well done 'ordinary man'.

Still, I made an effort to be a 'normal person'. I stacked my workouts without rotting and brushed my spear arms. That gave me first-rate strength, not to mention super first-rate. I didn't neglect the surgical training either. Always considered optimal operation, pacing and never neglected to self-drill.

I did my best. The more blood seeps through.

But it didn't arrive. The walls to the 'protagonists', called super-class, heroes and brave men, were too high and too thick.

There are walls in 'Ordinary Man' that can never be exceeded - and how long has Romnick come to think so? I had given up somewhere in my heart and had broken it off.

But that was the time.

The artifact "empathy" was given to this hand.

The moment I got the power of the unknown, Romnick thought - Whoo, my turn is finally turning.

The time has finally come for me to shine.

This day has finally arrived.

Naturally, I've been trying so hard.

Yes. I am a person to be rewarded, and it is only natural that a person to be rewarded should be rewarded, and there is no room for any questions to pinch there.

Therefore, this is a gift from heaven. This is my gift. I was the chosen one.

The order that had been put behind me was finally turning - that's what Romnick believed.

He said his life as "the star" had finally begun.

That's what I thought - it's supposed to be.

What is this status quo?

A duel that should have been advantageous and dominant, far less powerful than myself, which is also for younger boys - how am I, so far, cornered?

And heaven hath forsaken himself? Or do you think that boy is more 'genius' and 'protagonist'?

You mean a child like yourself who was born with a gift of nature is better than yourself who has built up effort into effort?

It's unreasonable. It's not fair. Irrational and unreasonable.

My life should still have been in the future. The time has finally come to shine. We should be more, more famous, more prominent - more flashy.

Yet - why? So soon, in such a boring place, do you think you're going to sneer?

Impossible.

No, you can't have it. This is happening.

Never forgive such absurd circumstances.

Yes, say no.

"- You're kidding me... there's no...!

A resentful voice, also similar to a hot rolling magma, leaked out of a gap in his eaten teeth.

"To you... to you... what do you know...!

Body tremors become even greater. But the reason had changed. It was no longer fear that was shaking Romnick, but the rage that gushed suddenly.

At the next moment Romnick was furious forgetting even his own placed situation.

"- What's wrong with you?!

He woke up his torso, kneeling and yelling up from the bottom of his belly.

The man roared with his whole body against the deep purple rays that pointed this way as the storm and Beowulf as he turned his eyes to the cold, deep purple.

"Bless you with talent! Bless your surroundings! Blessed are your people! Oh, my God! What do you know about me?

My overpriced emotions brought me to tears. Dropping out of his body, Romnick drips raw warm water from both eyes and weeps.

"Practice your life begging!? Yes, I did! Yes, I did! Anyway, they were 'geniuses' like you! Just in case! Take that... what are you...? You look like you've never even thought about that!!"

I know because I read my mind with the power of the artifact. Beowulf didn't have that idea. I wasn't thinking about it at all, either as a possibility or as one of my options. The very idea that there might be a situation where one had to beg for one's life - was not in the boy.

That was unnecessarily angry.

Besides, he was in front of Romnick's outrage, and the fine dust wasn't upset either. The chilling glance at this one makes me feel as if I could even see bugs and rubbish. Romnick's flames of anger were further anointed.

"- Stop looking at me with those clear eyes! Without any difficulty, it's just what I was born with. It's called being a" brave man "monster, and this fucking kid is in good shape! There's no place for you to look at me like that!!

Blood splashed from the right shoulder on the way to healing as Romnick's fierce. The effect is thin, but I have a couple of talismans under my clothes that have been granted 'healing protection'. Thanks to this, the pain had been alleviated somewhat. Most now, whether it was beneficial or not, it would have been outside of consciousness, such as pain, due to the fever that erupted from the body.

"I'm not like you guys...... everything was different! I'm not blessed like you, I'm not talented, I'm not 'special', I'm just normal! Still work hard to death every day, get the power, struggle to build it up! We're finally here! I've finally come this far with my thoughts!

Romnick himself no longer understood what he was saying. I just couldn't heal myself if I didn't punch up the length of my thoughts coming in. There may have been a thought somewhere in my head that I was dying anyway.

"Yet...... and yet without any effort, the 'I can hold' you who have only done it with talent make a fool of me for 'not having' me who has built up so much effort to spit blood reflexes!? Don't be ridiculous... don't be ridiculous! I'm kidding, I'm kidding!!!

Raising his anger to the tip of his grey-brown hair, he lights a flame in Moss Green's eyes, and Romnick exclaims.

How can a self who has endured years of idleness to sit idly on top of his talents be made false?

"Why should I beg for your life?!? You're kidding me. What's so unreasonable about it? Why!? Why should I be killed by you!? Hey! I don't care what you think!? Where the hell does that make sense!? Hey!? Wrong! You're wrong about this!? There's no way it could be!? Hey!?"

It wasn't a lie, Romnick really thought so from the bottom of his heart.

This situation now is illogical. The world made a wrong choice. [This route] is not correct.

We should start over. Right now.

But at the same time, Romnick knew it wouldn't come true. So he screams in tears.

"To you - [you guys] know how I feel!?" Special "Before you go, there's my - [us] feeling that I didn't have anything!

That's the side illuminated by light. A human being in the spotlight.

This is the side hiding in the shadows. A human just looking out of the audience.

With the artifact in my hand, I finally [on that side] - I thought I could get to the stage. Now again, a man on the side who was in brilliant lighting earlier is about to kick himself off the shore with arrogance.

This was too irrational a story for Romnick.

"You guys will be fine! Whatever you do, you're shining! I'm drawn to that light I was born with, and the people around me gather on their own! But we're not ordinary people! It wasn't! Untalented mediocre people scratch their feet with muddy smells, and if they're not desperate and working hard, they're all alone! No one will admit it as it is! It won't bother me! That's what it's all about if it's not" special "!

After all, the root of Romnick's passion was' jealousy '.

I was envious of people who had something 'special' that I didn't have. He was jealous of the guy being lifted around him because of it.

I want to be one myself. Yet I can't be. How could he be the only one, how could he be - a chain of resentment and jealousy like that, a vicious circle?

Clogged up, Romnick's behavior so far has been nothing but a recoil coming from inferiority (complex). Stirring up Beowulf in particular, mocking them for their stupidity while using the previously homogeneous' victim's club '- such words and deeds were masks to hide their own sense of inferiority.

"That's why I've been working so hard! I've worked hard every day without taking a break! That's how I became an artifact owner when I was finally admitted! I'm finally 'special'! Yet - how come I have to beat you in this place!? How come I can't win!? I guess this is where I win!? Normally it would be!? Think common sense! Finally - even though my shining order has finally turned! I've been putting up with you forever!! This... you can't be done so soon!? Hey!? This isn't fair!? That's crazy!? You're wrong about this!? Hey!?"

Crying, Romnick freshly summoned to equal the selfishness of a little child.

That's what he was told, but cold words poked at him.

"Is that all you want to say?"

It was a word as if I had stuck a knife in a second hand marking the hour.

Romnick stopped moving, tongue, even breathing and stiffened.

Beowulf's thoughts echo in his brain.

"So did I."

The boy was not even a millimeter moved against Romnick's crying complaint.

"I've always been alone."

Even now, Beowulf's thoughts are countless divided, generating noise like 100 pieces of audio data played back simultaneously and at high speeds. But among other things, only the voice of his heart reached Romnick's hearing in a clear-cut manner.

"I wasn't a special person either. It was just empty, hard or hard, and I would have been empty more if I had worked harder. I was ridiculed and hated, and many times people told me to go away '

A black and purple helmet (helm) unfolding in distortion, behind its visor, the light of deep purple swings as the flames ignite.

"The surgery was too weak to be an enhancer. Then instead of being able to have friends, I couldn't get them into any party. So I've always envied the others. Everyone seemed to have fun. Everyone seemed close. I've always wanted to be like that."

Its faint tone also resembled the sound of the bomb's ignition line burning somewhere.

"I always admired Top Explorer. I was hoping to be an awesome explorer like Mr. Villey and Mr. Karel. Nice try, I've always dreamed that one day I'll be exploring in the ruins with a bunch of my people too - But"

The voice of Beowulf's heart pouring cold water accidentally snarled.

Frozen.

'I couldn't. I probably didn't have [that kind of talent]. A talent for making friends. A talent for making friends. Talents that appeal to your strengths. The natural thing others can do, the talent to do well. I couldn't do anything normal that anyone could do, and I didn't realize my true talent, so I was a "Hancer."

I felt the colour and smell of solitude. I saw darkness that stiffened dark and smelled similar to the frozen lakeside air.

"I was just like you."

The voice of the mind, which conveys the thoughts directly, cannot tell lies, even if it can be deluded with fast or divided thoughts. In other words, Beowulf's confession would be his subjectively factual. Regardless, Romnick was also looking into the boy's past. "There was a time of misadventure when I could be denounced as a Hancer. But that was only a year or so, and I thought it was no big deal compared to Romnick's own past.

But in retrospect, wouldn't a year around this age have felt terribly long?

Just a year. Just a year.

Too much time to despair of your incompetence.

"So I won't forgive you. I'll take you."

'So I won't forgive you. I'll take you.'

The boy's flesh and his inner voice were heard overlapping.

'It was Hannu who changed me like this. That kid found me and pulled me up. You became my friend, and you held my hand. He saw me as a proper "me" without filters like enhancer, weakness of surgery, etc. He accepted me as I was. You realized what I meant earlier than I did. You've become more familiar with me than anyone else, with myself. "

Beowulf's emotions wave deliberately. The emotions that were frozen melted out and began to shake with gras. The heat rises and boils.

"I could have been reborn because she was there." I'm not a Hancer anymore, I'm not lonely anymore. It's all because of that kid that we've all come to be called "Beowulf the Brave" by a big name, that we've won the battle so far, and that we can all be together. I just want to be with her the whole time, not be ashamed of her - that's all I thought. '

The sound of the heart, which was stiff and strong, also began to swerve gradually. The voltage of the boy's emotions rises so that the water in the lit pot boils down.

"Thanks to having that kid, Mr. Rose and Flim were among us. Everyone was sweet, warm... and loved it. My loved ones. It all started with Hannu, and without her, I would never exist right now. I can assure you, she's my benefactor, and everything that's happened since I met her is important in my life - it's a really important treasure."

No, it is raw and warm as a metaphor such as pot water. It's the Red Lotus Magma there. As of the volcano just before the eruption, the boy's spirit was ringing.

"Yet you defiled it."

The deep purple glow that lit the boy's eyes increased its strength.

"I insulted my precious girl. You trampled on my memories with my precious child. Don't you call that kid" Hannu. "Don't you call me" Lato. "I'll kill you. '

No, the color of the magma boiling inside the boy was turning pure white through the red.

"You didn't just make fun of Hannu, Mr. Rose, but you even defiled my precious memory. I will never forgive you. I can never forgive you. I don't see any reason why I can forgive you."

The incarnation of anger was there. The heat of passion emanating from the boy's entire body burns Romnic skin.

'That's why I have no sympathy for you. I can't. Me and you were together at the starting point. Yet you have made my benefactor false. Insulted. trampled on dignity. I don't know how you feel about that, and I don't want to know.'

Resolute rejection. Absolute rejection. The boy, who calls himself not 'special' as well, but that is why he did not lend his ear to Romnick's words.

――――

Finally, Romnick understood late.

That I was making a terrible mistake.

I stepped on the tail of a tiger that I should not have stepped on -.

I touched the scales of dragons I shouldn't have touched.

Let the boy who was so weak-hearted say so far. What Romnick did was not a level of provocation or incitement, but a complete declaration of war - an irrevocable [attack].

Therefore, there is no compromise. There are no concessions. There's no stopping by.

And no mercy.

Kill or be killed.

There were only two things between me and Beowulf.

"... ah..."

Romnick deplores the sweetness of his own perception. Until Beowulf poked me like this, I wasn't aware of it. how optimistic I was that I was coming to this duel.

From the beginning, there was nowhere near the possibility that both sides would return alive.

Deep purple aiming rays surrounding their own surroundings. The moment this detonates, Romnick vanishes from the world. I'm sure - no, it definitely leaves no trace. It was Romnick himself, like no other, who gave the boy just a reason to do so.

"Hi-hi...!?

As soon as the status quo had rightly swept into his brain, the fear of death began to wrap around his body. Cold air like tentacles crawl around your spine and limbs. Even so, more sweat erupted from a pore called a pore.

A rattling, trembling, fine, flipping voice.

"... here... corn,...? Ho, really...? Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho...?

It was not to the witch who presided over the fate, but this time to question the boy's will.

The angry black-purple god reacts without letting his hair in.

"Terrible," "Kill," "I want to kill," "No," "I want to erase," "To dust," "Well," "Shatter scatter," "Destroy," "Too much," "Let's kill," "Let's kill," "Let's kill," "Wait," "Calm down," "Not enough," "But," "But," "I have to kill," "It's not just this guy," "Show," "First and Last," "So Kill," "So Kill," "So Kill," "So Kill,"

A number of thoughts came into an avalanche at the same time. Most of it was filled with the intent to kill Romnick, but still only slightly, it turns out that he remains willing to repel the murder.

Romnick finds a glimmer of hope there.

"Hey, look... Hey, dude, it's not like you want to get down...?

Pick, and Beowulf's right hand moved. The boy wrapping his missing full body armor shakes his neck sideways to shake off something.

"Oh no," "Don't get lost, me," "Don't blur," "Dye it up," "Fill it up," "With intent to kill," "More," "More," "Fill it up."

"No, I'll kill you. Look at that. Don't lick me. It's easy to switch heads."

The boy, who dared to make a ruthless voice out of his throat, ran out of rage to rewrite his thoughts from there.

"Oh Kill," "That's Right Kill," "That's Right Kill," "That's Sure Kill," "That's Absolutely Kill," "In Two," "In Three Downs," "In Split Five Splits," "In Five Bodies," "In Eight Splits," "In Wood Dust," "Kick Split," "Shatter," "In Dust Mustard," "Cut," "Tear," "Shatter," "Explode," "" That's Sure Kill, "" That's Sure Kill, "

As for thoughts divided into multiple parts, they gradually began to align their voices along a constant vector. Only one mind, but as a large group of people sing, repeats over and over the 'kill' ringtone.

Romnick could not have forbidden war.

- I'm smearing my own mind, myself...!?

self-allusion. The boy was trying to change his mind, to the best of his ability. They're overflowing with intent to kill, and they're trying to crush the voice of reason with a vast amount of it.

Clearly, it's not decent. It's an act equal to a madman. Because I want to force myself to twist my own will with my own hands.

But Romnick couldn't give up here. He swallowed the sauce, and the saliva,

"- Is that a lie...? Ho, really, you don't want to...? Are you mumbling...?

"No, you're not," "I'm not imposing you," "This is what I mean," "It's my whole point," "It's true," "From the bottom of my heart," "I killed you," "No, I'm gonna kill you," "I'm gonna kill you," "I'm gonna kill you," "I'm gonna kill you," "I'm gonna kill you," "I'm gonna kill you," "I'm gonna kill you," "I'm gonna kill you," I'm gonna kill you, "" I'm gonna kill you, "I'm gonna kill you," I'm gonna kill you.

Hope, which seemed slight, is hardened by dos black despair. The five senses information that the artifact "empathy" tells us no longer only indicated a willingness to kill from the boy.

A grudging audible. Vision accounted for by pitch-black fluctuations. A sense of smell that can be thrust up into a rotten smell that looks nauseating. Bitter sour, rough taste on the tongue. Cold enough tactile to likely burn.

Everything was proving the boy's hatred.

In front of the overwhelming anger, it was spun out of Romnick's trembling throat - a plea voice.

"-Come on, don't blow it..."

With a wet face in tears, countless fast thoughts that were flowing as noise in the background stopped perfectly the moment I uttered a substantial begging for my life. It stopped Beowulf from expanding his thinking jamming.

Romnic subjectively, Shin, and the security room quietly returns.

The next boy's thoughts sounded terribly clear in such silence that his tinnitus sounded abrupt to the sudden change.

"No way."

"You die."

"I'll kill you."

It was an unmistakable death sentence.

I repeat, reading thoughts directly "empathy" never lies. If that's what the voice of the heart conveyed by the artifact said, that's definitely what Beowulf thinks from the bottom of his heart.

The boy was no longer completely, seriously going to kill Romnick.

…………

Romnick felt his powers fall out of his whole body. Drop your shoulders and drape your remaining left arm into place. He had a voice that seemed to run out of energy and roots already, and still semi-automatically asked for confirmation.

"... Honki, what is it..."

The response was quick. Every word, the boy tells him to paint it carefully.

"Yeah, I'll kill you."

"I'll kill you so."

"I'll kill whoever it is."

"I'll kill you if I don't."

Thus, a new attack technique activation audio was uttered.

"Freibom."

As many as 20 more aiming rays were added.

"Hi-!?"

I can't help but freak out Romnick's body. I can't be more powerful now, but it doesn't make a difference that this body will disappear - and while I knew it was, something terrible was horrible.

"Freibom."

Twenty more.

"Freibom."

Twenty more.

"Freibom."

Twenty more.

"Freibom."

Twenty more.

The explosively increasing rays of deep purple were not aimed at Romnick, however. For some reason, I'm aiming at a pure white floor, like drawing a bridge that connects him to Beowulf.

No - no. This is a fuse line.

The first explosion must start at Beowulf's feet. That brings us closer to Romnick, like a mountain range. Eventually, the moment a series of explosions reaches the overlap (Freibom) that surrounds us, it must detonate simultaneously.

That was the end of Romnick.

The moment I imagined it, there was so much fear from the depths of my body that I couldn't help it. There was no more shame or outrage. Romnick woke himself up, cleverly placing his left hand on the floor with the knife stabbed, grounded. Strike your forehead hard.

"- Please help me! Here, you're right! It was my fault! Yikes, life is all there is...!

A chilling voice reaches Romnick's hearing, who has abandoned his pride and begged for his life in earnest.

"I thought I told you."

"I'll make you regret it."

"I will make you regret insulting my people."

"Neither withdrawn nor corrected"

"With despair and regret - die"

Perhaps it would be a more oblately wrapped expression when actually making it into words. But the direct thought that comes to mind comes straight through without being decorated in any way.

Romnick, even with a bright blue face, lost even more color to the proclamation of being too ruthless.

"Oh, no...! Oh, please! Please! It's my loss! It's your win! So please! Please, just life! Have mercy! Oh, have mercy!

Beat the guns and forehead to the floor and Romnick begs looking too unwanted. It was Setouchi who lost his life or not, and he couldn't stand to pretend. The man desperately bows his head to the younger boy.

"I'll do anything! It will be your dog! I will be a slave! So please, have mercy! Only life! Just life ha......!!

The scorching humiliation in my lungs didn't bother me either, just now. Everything is a species of life. If we don't survive here, there's no point in pride or anything.

In response to the arduous plea, Beowulf, however, was a word.

"Here you lose and die - that's my [scenario]"

Dare to use Romnick's used words, the boy pushed them away harshly.

Don, and a small explosion happened a little off Beowulf's feet. It's an explosion to the point where the canning bursts. Perhaps that is the power that can be put out by the vegetarian powers of a boy. But it detonates into a nearby target ray and calls for the next explosion, Don.

The ignition line caught on fire.

Romnick screams his throat out all the time.

"Damn help me! Help me, please, help me! Don't kill me! Don't kill me, don't kill me, don't kill me, don't kill me. Yay!!

He runs wild and tries to escape. But at some point, I lost my hips. Can't move properly, can't move much. Moreover, after moving some distance, the "Freibom" bundle of aiming rays has been tracked to suck on rinse.

Dododone, and a small explosion chains up. Oddly enough, that rate of progression is just about the extent to which people walk slowly. The explosions and vibrations approaching one by one were the footsteps of Reaper for Romnick.

Romnick summons with a high, trembling voice, like the child who caused the hiccups.

"Ko, I regret it! I already regretted it! I'm sorry, but I won't go against you again. I won't go against you! Please, just help me, please..."

The explosion of the ignition line suddenly accelerated along the way. I wonder if it wasn't enough for people to run small, and I keep up the speed all at once.

Romnick was slapped down by frenzy.

"No, no, no, no!? I surrender. I surrender. I lose. No, don't kill me. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. No, no, no, no!?

Bitchy jumps on the floor as a fish raised to land, shakes an arm with only one in disorder and screams. I didn't even realize I had incontinence.

Wishing vainly, the detonating wire mercilessly packed the distance, and quickly reached the cage of the "Freibom" surrounding Romnick.

"Ohhhhhhhh -!?"

Cut, and more than a hundred aiming rays simultaneously enhanced the brilliance. Deep purple flashes dye Romnick's vision.

Is this the last sight to see - instantly, Romnick thought that.

The sound of the explosion, which was itself a shock wave, exploded.

The sound and vibration of the Great Falls penetrate the entire body.

Romnick was instantly swallowed by the light of the explosion and felt himself able to vanish the contours of his body.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

The last utterance of my life. The screams stretched out with the whole body, thinking so - but they continued uninterrupted no matter how long.

"- Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...?

After some time I realized something was wrong with the boulder, and at some point I opened my eyes, which I had been strongly meditating on.

Then a bunch of deep purple rays still surrounding me entered my sight.

……………………

Moves only the eyes of Moss Green, peeking around at the snacks.

Beowulf's standing has not changed. He wraps his black and purple warped full-body armor around him, offers this one his right hand, and romnicks the net of "Freibom".

But if you look closely, the amount of the net of light seemed to be subtly decreasing.

"……………………………………………?

Unexpectedly, the whining leaked.

On the contrary, I'm surprised at my current situation, which hasn't seen one more scratch.

To deduce, apparently, the only thing that exploded was the outermost side of the rays surrounding Romnick - the outer edge. The "Freibom" in the damaged centre had not detonated for some reason.

……

I didn't think - I picked up my life. On the contrary, I only had the suspicion that you were still going to humble yourself.

At the extreme, at the tip of Romnick's gaze, which repeatedly hissed, hissed, and snuggled, the boy shook a hollow with nothing at all.

"- Did you hear that? He says it's surrender."

I wonder who you're talking to, and Romnick raises his gaze, too.

Then there was one of the floating automatic cameras (air lenses) at the end of the suspicious eyes that glowed in deep purple.

"……………………………………?

My head goes blank on what I didn't expect.

But before the dazzling Romnick, things proceed relentlessly.

From the speakers of "Air Lens" floating in space with Pukapuka, the sound of connecting the line with the bump. Then the live voice outside the security room sounds strong.

"-Okke-yay! Just now the referee two Judges are down! Oh yes, as you can see! That means Romnick Bagley's surrender (Lizain) has been approved!!

Signs of breathing heavily there. In the background, the twist of the audience is becoming noisy and flowing.

At the next moment, the reality proclaimed itself exalted.

"This duel! The winner is" brave beowulf "- rugdis halt wow!!!

The next moment, uh-huh, I cheered from the audience. A cracked sound pops out of the speaker on the "Air Lens" and rubs it in his ear. A tremor trembling across the floor seemed to be coming this way over the wall.

…………

I couldn't chase my understanding at all.

Even now that I'm doing this, Romnick doesn't know why I'm alive.

Beowulf's intent to kill should have been genuine.

I wasn't deluded by fast thinking or split simultaneous thinking, I should have heard the boy's [raw voice].

There shouldn't have been any lies there. No, it's impossible to lie with intuitive thoughts. I can be sure. I can assure you.

Beowulf, who declared himself to be killed, was definitely [serious].

And yet why - is this how I live? Romnick doesn't understand it there. Originally, I said I should be blown up all over by now.

"Good." "Surrender me."

Beowulf, who heard his declaration of victory, disarmed the black-coated all-body armor of Reaper - the "Stex". With Uneune, the armor, which had a distorted deployment, returns to the shape of the battle jacket. The face of a majestically dirty boy was exposed in his own Photon Blood.

stare at its face,

"... Yes... Impossible..."

I didn't know, Romnick was whining. Yeah, this can't be happening. Until just a moment ago, he should have been seriously trying to kill himself. And yet, what? What's the soothing voice now?

- Good...? Surrender me...?

"... no way... it was... of, or...? What do you mean...?

Unconsciously, Romnick asked as he held his body still trembling in small pieces with his remaining arm.

The boy who calmed the signs answers this with the voice of his heart, as if the intimidation had been an illusion or something from time to time.

I said, "That's a lie."

"- Huh...?

"It's a good lie in my head." I mixed my mind. That's why I lied to you. That's all. "

- "It's a lie...? No, it's stupid. Such a voice, nowhere...

I guess I saw the flashing Romnick face and thought it needed to be supplemented. The boy repeated the thought reflexively.

"I'll kill you."

"Let's kill."

"I'll kill you no matter what."

I'll kill you if I have to.

"Look, it's a good lie. It's a mixed thought."

"……………………………………?

It's too absurd to explain, once again, that I can't keep up with understanding.

No.

Wait.

Oh, no.

No way.

Now, this one in such a ridiculous way - that you deceived the power of the artifact...? He said he was actually a bluff with no hair, such as intent to kill him, just to elicit a surrender declaration...? I can't understand that, but he said he was splitting and mixing the real thing in his intent to kill - is that what you mean...?

"... well... silly..."

It was more incredible than the resurrection of the dead in front of me. It's like an involuntary muscle that moves the heart and stomach and intestines, like thoughts that come to mind. It can't be controlled under self-consciousness. That 's--

"……………………………………………………"

It was such a noun that floated across the back of my brain, which was empty.

Yes, his alias is "Beowulf the Brave" - his first name is "Monster" - but he who gave it his name will surely not know it. That those two names you named were exactly what the boy was meant to be.

Not superficial, physical strength.

Inside, mentally - this guy was a monster.

I don't know what it is to have artifacts, but it doesn't matter. A creature that people don't understand - that was the boy in front of Romnick.

'Don't get me wrong. It's not just temper that didn't kill you. "

A boy stabs a nail in Romnick, relieved of too much.

"Today, that kid's out there watching. Before that kid, I don't want anything dirty out. That's all."

I didn't even have to ask her that she was Princess Xiaolong. And also that the word is not a lie.

I don't even have to rely on the power of the artifact. The boy's gaze at Romnick was full of confusion.

"There's no next."

To add just one last word of that, the boy canceled "Freibom" at the same time and turned his heels back on the spot. Turn your back on Romnick and walk to the back of the security room. Now that the duel is settled, I guess I'm going to unlock the gate.

Hicco, hicco, and foot glitch walking. Sometimes, about, and around the flutter, that boy would still be close to the limit. Probably, yeah, it should be pretty hard to do and walk.

But so was Romnick. I lost one arm, a knife pierced my left hand, and for some reason I can't start the procedure.

A state of mutual fullness and creativity.

And if the boy manipulates the console in the back of the room like this and unlocks it, the gate behind Romnick opens - he has to go back to [reality].

Go to the cold reality where you are treated as a loser.

Yes, I lost. To a battle you must never lose, you have lost. That, too, is so unusual and so miserable.

As a result, I don't even want to think about what awaits me in the outside world.

A man overwhelmed by a younger boy, mercilessly begging for his life, and now realizing it, but even incontinence, creating a reservoir on the floor, has been seen by a large audience and even filmed.

"I told you," "I'll make you regret it," "I'll make you absolutely regret insulting my people," "I won't allow you to correct or withdraw it."

"With despair and regret - die"

There were no lies in Beowulf's proclamation.

Life was eternal, but waiting for Romnick from now on must have been more hell than dying here. It was not hard to imagine that the end would surely await painted with humiliation and stigma.

――――

It was the moment I realized that.

Forget the heat if you're past your throat - hard to get rid of the predicament, in the empty Romnick chest, peeling, and something brought a sickle.

- Now... maybe I can.

Yes, both sides are not in a decent state to fight, now.

No, it's only now.

Now that we're worn out of each other, it's time for this artifact, "Empathy," to have real power -!

A boy who reached the deepest end of the security room unlocked the gate from the console. Gong, the unlocking sound is followed by a tremor of the door opening through the floor.

"... my power... it's not just the input, Beowulf..."

Romnick shrugged as he went to the ground.

"Yes, it is... I won't admit it... I can't admit it... there must not be such a reality..."

We have to rewrite.

Romnick, with his dark eyes, whispers in a voice that only he can hear.

The power of artifact "empathy" does not just read the minds of others. If you can [empathize] with it - you can [make it empathize] with it.

And if you don't skip us and get serious, you don't need a precondition that someone you've touched directly. The risk of being swallowed by the power of artifacts increases, but it is more dangerous to leave the status quo as it is.

Therefore, Romnick makes every effort to operate the artifact that dwells within him.

To rewrite this unusual fate.

"... hehe, that's right... you just have to let it go that you didn't... you just have to let it go that there was nothing like this... rewrite the records, rewrite the memories, rewrite the reality... no that you didn't...!

Romnick's "SEAL" is used as a mediator for artifacts to exert power.

The blue-blue glow ran through the man's entire body, and the brilliant crest aroused him violently. Photon Blood's light bounced - just like Beowulf's - lightning bolts. Many thin light snakes tangle in Romnic bodies.

Bullseye raised his face, Romnick exclaimed in his ghostly form.

"Beowuluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!! I'll kill you and decide it wasn't all there. Uh-huh!