Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

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"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh......!!!!!

The boy refuses for his brain to understand the status quo placed in front of him. Still can't get my eyes off me.

Monster eyes staring at this one.

Seeing his sister's unusual appearance, the boy sprinkled what was in his stomach with fear.

It was as if even my body refused to see the sight in front of me, which was even disgusting.

"One form of completion fulfilled our wish. He died once, but it's the end of the story. Because it overrode the concept of life."

Such a plundering old man's voice echoes indoors with frying. And the researchers applauded one researcher for not wanting the boy.

The tsuke, which discarded the stains of the study, was a stumbling block that frustrated the study itself. A new study was carried out here to salvage it, and that is the moment when it came to fruition.

Unquantifiable amount of magic. To the extent that experiments using chronos have shown results so far, research objectives have deviated, but the failures discarded by previous studies are also proof that they have not been in vain.

It should not have been possible without the support of the State to have been able to mass-produce the chemical and hide it even and continue the research.

It would be just like being glad to see the sun before the discards are full.

The old man, who would be the head of the study, looked satisfactorily at the semidemonic achievements and said, "Sixty years of bitterness, it was really long, but there is still a long way to go. Because our goal is a new evolution of humanity," he chewed emotionally.

Flipping a white coat with wrinkle marks, the old man looked back and finally saw the boy. There's this crazy grin coloring my mouth like I found a new guinea pig.

"Now, how does the blood connection affect you? Interesting...... I won't leave you alone. Don't worry, I'll be fine. I'm sure you'll succeed like your sister."

With a voice that now bounced, the old man turned only a grin that was not bad for the boy, but the boy had already dropped his vain eyes on the cold floor like a shell out.

Its mouth just emits something into the compartment like a bump and a broken doll. No meaning or intent there. Just broken.

The old man gives gentle instructions to the researcher as if he were a comfort to the poor child.

They hold both sides, and a thick needle stabs them in the arm, and even that boy doesn't move his expression pictorially.

"La...... latti...... fa...... latti...... fa......"

The effect of the liquid struck by the boy as he dripped and drowned began to exceed expectations and represent the effect. A reaction no one expected, inflicted severe pain on the boy.

Even if you renounce your thoughts, the pain that can be transmitted to your brain hurts your body irresistibly. It's as if the body refuses something and is being made to replace it at the same time, and it's going to fall apart.

The right arm makes an odd move against his will, and the researcher rushes to hold it down.

"This is my first effect. Keep the data."

"Yes..."

The old man flaunts the researcher for the anomaly and gives precisely the following instructions.

"Observe the course. Throw it inside the reinforced bulkhead."

He plunders the boy's ears as if he's listening to the hustle and bustle around him over the filter. Still, the next emotion that sprung up was an irresistible hatred.

Undrinkable wrath against those who mocked their heroes. I regretted and could not forgive them and their own sweetness for taking away everything that lived.

The right arm stabbed with something turns black, just like her sister, who soaks in the liquid, and her body changes to wave over her skin. But the boy did not resist it and swung it at will.

A large adult is grasping, but the fine resistance gently rises the adult into the universe.

My heart hurts, my eyes hurt, I'm ugly, and I want my sister back.

The boy turned his eyes on one old man with only intent to kill him.

…… What, those eyes... "

With only curiosity on his face, the old man looked at the bright blue eyes that dwelt in the boy's eyes, and his whole body attacked his wrinkles and goosebumps.

"Return the Latifah. Nobody was born to be your toys. Give my sister back my hero!!

The world he sees was terribly clear and at the same time visually reflecting countless pieces of information. Even if I didn't understand what that was, I knew how to handle it. It doesn't matter why.

Anything that correctly reflects the boy's emotions.

Whatever helpless boy can make only one wish come true.

A blown researcher rises from the left and right, holding hands and drawing a magical light.

The researcher who was holding the boy on the other side had already left.

"Don't kill me. Because we are now witnessing human evolution. It's a lifetime stain if you can't find it in lice."

"Got it. But with limbs, it's dangerous."

"Uhm, let's forgive"

Yes, the researcher, with the permission of the old man, tried to emit magic. but as a result it never constituted magic.

Before it was magic in the boy's eyes, everything had finished the stage of being datalized and deciphered. A vast amount of data to be carved into the brain. But I can see for myself how to deal with it.

The magic formula in your eyes rewrites the opponent's magic composition.

Not long before the man with the arms looked at hand and noticed the anomaly. My arm is magically broken.

"Ghaaaa!!!

Sprinkled with blood, but the boy remembers hearing the scream. That's what the world was all about.

And the boy understood just once in his analysis what something called magic was.

I figured out how to handle it, so that all of it would be in my hands.

However, his right arm was unusually hard and discoloured black. I perceived thinly that what flowed through my body was never blood. Still, it is not a factor that prevents it in the midst of passion.

It's like a boy who moves his hands on a test basis.

In an instant, the researcher is screwed off a piece of his body. The configuration as magic is retained only at the coordinates, and the coordinates are reassembled spatially at the same time as the expression.

I came up with the idea, but the boy was experiencing the art of destroying the human body with a physical sense.

The last remaining old man leaks an unspoken groan and walks over to the boy to groan. That is precisely the behavior that was just driven by the desire to seek only knowledge.

He let the dead branch's hand touch the boy's cheek as he broke his knee and clasped.

"Excellent......"

The old man, staring back at the boy's contemptuous gaze as nothing, had eyes possessed of something until the end.

The boy's knife flashed and moved his leg to leave his arm like nothing had happened.

Only the sound of a slap on the floor with a gotton behind his back rings in silence, and the boy does not willingly pass through the bloody build-up creeping up on his feet.

That's how the boy broke his knee in front of the container where Latifah enters.

"I'll fix you up soon... Gu..."

The glow of his eyes had begun to analyze his stared arms on his own without fading.

It wasn't hard to analyze foreign objects, but the boy doesn't know what to do with them. My eyes only complain that there's something in there that's not me.

So the battle against the fierce pain of rewriting information from scratch began.

Then much time went by, closing all the bulkheads as a study and creating a lonely castle of one and heroes.

Look through all the materials here and desperately understand them.

However, the boy rewrote some, important things along with a huge amount of information by putting his hands on his composition.

Having taken over the research on his own, he even seemed to have lost what he was aiming for.

Touching the surface of the container, it was a boy and he spits softly at the monster.

"No matter who tells you, I'm gonna change the world and show you...... we gotta make something that's gonna change soon"

He was a boy who questioned the word while keeping it to himself, but trivial discomfort may often be something he cannot realize in person.