The Road to One Day Be the Strongest

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A long, long growl sounds.

The cry is full of sorrow, and Gil lets his teeth slurp loudly at that scream that rips his throat off.

- Conscious destruction of walls.

It is a phenomenon that can be caused by chanting a certain 'chant', which was taught at the same time when he himself, once, learned of the existence of the wall. But.

(… but that chant must show itself to be a vessel sufficient to 'transcend' the physics of all things. Strength, mental strength, and talent, and everything else, must be shown as (...) having (...) ten thousand (...) things (...) annihilated (...) ru (...) power (...) to (...) feet (...) ru (...) preservation (...) in presence (...) ah (...) ru (...))

Such a thing is impossible.

Even the former Kronos crossed the wall by sacrificing vessels, even the former Gin-Crashbell crossed the wall by eating friends.

(Put that... in your own hands, and execute it...?

Impossible, that's how you can disconnect.

But what's with all this chest stirring?

Gil holds his chest against the creepy creep that peristallizes in his chest and turns his gaze to Zeus.

"... mama,"

A hint of a bad feeling goes past the back of my brain.

It can't be done, it can't be done.

But that's when that man's voice echoes behind Gil's brain.

"For this, I can risk my life."

To that word, fear runs through his spine.

Gil knows only one fool who crossed that wall in 'Emotions Only', ignoring such reasoning and such.

I've known that stupidity for a long time.

Ridiculous, the man who runs into emotional theory wondering if he found out about reason or something.

Gil knows the man well.

That's why I was on guard.

If you were asked who you'd be most vigilant about, you wouldn't get lost in mentioning that man, Gin-Crashbell, but if you were still asked who you'd have been vigilant about next, it 's--

"... I see you've been spotted by Mephisto"

Nothing else, just stupid emotional theory.

The idiot who can poke that through everywhere is horrible. I don't think there's anything more horrible than a fool who can keep sticking it on my samurai till the time he dies.

That's why I stubbornly denied that I was' on guard ', because I couldn't deny the possibility that the man was.

But the deniable elements have already disappeared.

The man, as expected, was Gill's most fearful type of being.

Once you decide to do it through to the end, you're a surprising idiot.

His Gin-Crashbell kind.

And...

"You and me, people of the same kind."

If you are, you can't be an emotional theory or any other fool anymore.

Because this self, which is nothing else, is what was born of that "emotional theory".

Grasp your chest tightly and stare at Zeus.

It's a minor problem, like possibilities.

If there's enough 'stupidity' for it, this woman is bound to cross the wall.

So, before...

- Did you think I'd let you kill him?

Steady yourself with a robe of everlasting darkness in a resounding voice.

Shortly afterwards, a big shock runs through the defense, and Gill is blown wide open to wake up his body.

"Chip......, slow reaction!

'Of course it is, you idiot. The soul caged in that gear belongs to no other Xuanbu. It can never be used against you who are not the original Lord. "

Raise your gaze to that voice.

There stands a giant creature that emits a golden thunder from all over its body, and a cold sweat tells Gil's cheek about it.

"Holy Beast, Kirin...!? No, but its strength...!

"Since the creation of this world, my Lord has extended his own magic into this world itself. And most of my magic has been drained and manifested. It's not proportionate if you don't help it. '

When Gil leaks his tongue small to the word, he summons (...) the Great Sickle of Adamas on both hands (...).

"... I thought you were a sage."

"What, I stopped you. But the Lord does not listen to such old age. One (...) Degree (...) Resolution (...) Me (...) et al. (...) also (...) Fancy (...) Wow (...) (...). Even Teko doesn't work. No matter how hard it is, do whatever it takes for those you love."

- Then this vessel, this soul, it shall be my role to serve Him in meeting it with all of this.

Gil laughed so hard at Kirin.

"Admitted. Then die."

With that word, the giant killer went wild.

The bones are crumbling, the flesh is crushing, the soul is screaming.

His throat was crushed long ago, and he kept screaming.

In the meantime, I felt like I was just sinking.

- What are you fighting for?

Second, I hear voices.

It's a voice I've heard somewhere.

- Where the hell is it that you need to fight? You must have hated this world. Then there's no reason anywhere to fight.

Nowhere.

Sure, maybe it is.

What Gil says is wrong.

Definitely fail. I think you're doing something stupid.

But at the same time, I'm a little sorry.

I'm sure it's a pity that humanity has missed the possibility of 'salvation' for the first time.

- Are you sympathetic to what Gil's doing?

I don't... I don't think I empathize.

Surely when he told me what he thought, I could not say anything back.

Maybe it's right.

Maybe what this man is doing is right.

Though I thought so, that thought disappeared somewhere remembering his laughing face.

"I don't care about the world."

Huh, shush.

I don't care about the world.

You can perish, or you can be saved.

Well, I'm not 'evil' either, so I wish I could be rescued, though that's about it, but I still think it's the lack of pure interest that underlies it.

- So what do you want?

- What are you fighting for?

The voice asks again.

I probably knew the answer when I heard the question.

Because it was a very simple question.

"I don't know why I'm fighting, but I think it's a good emotional theory."

Someone said.

There's no reason to fight. There's nothing wrong with emotional theory.

I guess it was Grace.

... No, maybe before that.

There was one young man, who uttered the word.

"Is that why you fight...... No, it's nothing. Isn't that it? When you're done with this, you want to eat Dawn Ho's Chinese bowl, Dawn Ho's meatballs, or Dawn Ho's shrimp mayo."

"It's just your sister's"

"No, 'cause it's delicious..."

Two, one day the voice I hear passes behind my brain.

That was a casual word spoken by two men and women who came to visit Zeus' world during their training.

"I mean, don't you like Chinese too much?

"No, not every now and then? Sometimes you want to eat Chinese stuff asexually."

"If I said no... I'd be lying"

To the girl, who said so embarrassingly, the young man made her laugh with an unyielding smile.

"That's why you can do that. I don't know why I'm fighting. When this is over, “ I want to, ” or some lopsided emotional theory like that death flag is enough. That would be the hope of life in time."

I'll never forget that smile.

Lossy emotion theory. Death flag.

If that's really all right.

"The reason I fight..."

That time, that moment.

Gil shook himself unintentionally to the mighty and immense power of being born behind his back.

"As it were, first..."

"- It's late"

Looking back behind me.

But there was no sign of Zeus, and a small voice was heard from his own nostalgia.

If you look into your eyes stunned, there is a figure of her holding her fist, and every cell begins to give a red flag to that lightning-wrapped little fist.

"Kuh!"

When he twisted himself and moved his body, a small fist was knocked in immediately after making a noise to where he was.

Its power was rightly enough to 'crack the world', and its impact chooses the air, rips the space apart, and penetrates this world easily.

"Then the carbide... ugh!

Gill said that, but taking a distance, he looked wide open at the end of that broken space - that is, at the other world just outside this world.

"Ah, evil (...) demon (...) realm (...)!? Then why is this world in evil demon realm..."

And so much so that I realize the possibility.

When he opens his eyes wide, at the same time a huge shock that rocks the world rushes around him.

"Ko, this is... ugh!

"- Correct. It united this world with your 'demonic world'. fused and transformed into one thing"

- I changed it.

There can't be any such absurdity.

That's what I tried to say, Gil, but the person at the end of my voice - even that word stuck in my throat when I saw what Zeus looked like.

Red lotus armor on yellow feathercoat.

From its back is stretched the cloak of the Red Lotus, her body surrounded by a pale light of gold. Also, from its body, a giant thunder was stretching like a spider's thread to its surroundings, and I could be confident in the distance that each and every one of them was literally boasting a calorie worth (...) burning (...) the world (...) down (...).

The right eye of the red lotus and the golden left eye shine light on each of them, and her right arm holds a large spear of a shape that she has never seen before.

And on its head, the crown of the Red Lotus shines.

"Now you can only transfer to my designated location. Unless that world perishes, of course I can't transfer anything but that world. Of course I can't move the date and time of the showdown. Because I already promised. So the day you set yourselves up, you had to show up where I set you up."

"Ki, you...... ugh!

I do not consider that to be otherwise unfavourable.

It's just that Gil felt an absolute threat to his appearance.

Make it right and overwhelming and absolute.

My fist trembled unexpectedly at that power of momentum that even lightly outweighed Gin-Crashbell back then, and my mouth corner hung unexpectedly in fear approaching the 'creepy horror' I felt for Dragon Horse Kuse.

When he exhales loudly, he asks Zeus lightly.

"What the hell did you get? What can I think of to gain that much power? What can I do in this short period of time to draw as much power as I can be sure I'm in danger?

Small to the words, she exhaled and turned her gaze toward Gill's eyes softly.

Red lotus eyes shining bright red.

Seeing those eyes, Zeus smiled furiously.

"Death flag, if there's anything else you can do with your nasty emotional theory"

If that's why you fight.

Zeus can confidently say the 'reason'.

"- I love Gin-kun"

Zeus, who laughed so much, was so smiling, beautiful and pathetic, that Gil unexpectedly ceases to believe.

"... why am I asking such a confession?"

"Yes, that's fine! Just listen..."

When Zeus took a deep breath and put his hand on his chest, shouting so shyly at Gil, who had returned him with vegetables after a period of silence.

"I like Gin-kun. I like it more than anything else in the world. I love you. I value you more than anything, more than the fate of the world, more than my own life."

……

Zeus grinned furiously at the silent gill, gripping his fist small.

"- So you're my enemy to get in the way of that Gin-kun"

At the next moment, Zeus' fist pierces Gil's face (...).

Gil's little scream echoes, and the mask that was hiding his face smashes into pieces of wood dust.

"Gu..., hey, what..."

"This is my statement of determination to fight. Whatever you do, whatever thoughts and decisions you make, I will remain your enemy."

Blown wide, Gil stares heavily at Zeus with his eyes, holding down the masked face with one hand.

"Does your will exist there?"

"It exists. My will is right here."

Zeus said so, but dyed his cheeks to the vermilion just a little shy.

Nasty Emotional Theory - Just, Death Flag.

Her reason for fighting is that the reason for fighting this moment now is rightly categorized as a death flag.

When she breathes heavily, she lifts her voice, tensing her chest and trying to delude her red-dyed cheeks.

"When this is over, I confess to Gin. So you can't die, and you can't lose."

To that pure word, Gil never laughed.

When he stands up, he leaks a small sigh.

"Sorry, but that won't come true"

"No, it will come true. There's nothing I can't do."

"... oh, yeah, you did"

The voice no longer belonged to 'Gil'.

At Zeus' feet are the wreckage of a broken mask and the wreckage of a 'transceiver', and Zeus, glancing at it, turns his gaze to Gill - no, to the grey-haired young man sitting there.

On the left eye of the red lotus, the right eye stained in black.

Shortly pruned white hair shakes in the wind and a thinly laughed mouth gives the impression of an adult somewhere.

However, Zeus knew his face very well.

"But that opponent is at least (...) before (...) j (...) na (...) y (...)"

To the man who laughed at the words.

Once upon a time, to the man known as the executor.

"Hey, Gin-Crashbell"

Zeus, yes, grinned sadly.