The Tutorial Is Too Hard

“This is the source. ”

[Yes.]

The God of Perforation answered my mumbling.

The power of the source was gathering into the nucleus drawn from the high shaman and the nucleus obtained from the penitent god.

Overwhelming power.

I felt like I had the strength to overcome my previous power.

It was as if a new power had overwhelmed me before.

It was the same sensation as when I first accepted the power of the perforated god.

It was intense.

There was a mix of psychological satisfaction, dominance over the past, and enthusiasm that emerged from the strong force.

[Warrior!]

His father shouted.

I didn't answer.

I felt their desperation and desperation through their connection to the people who were sharing their power.

My self was swept away by the whirlpool of emotions.

I was able to hold myself in the midst of the dizziness, as if I had entered the washing machine.

This is the third experience that has already taken place on the 18th and 57th floors, so we have a know-how to protect ourselves.

The problem was not people's feelings, but mine.

I couldn't control my own emotions.

[Soldier, can you hear me?]

The couple's voice echoed in their heads.

But I couldn't answer him.

I couldn't afford it.

[Warrior!]

A psychic on the 57th floor came to mind.

I understood his feelings.

Anyone with this much power could eat away at themselves.

The man in the father and father's hands is swayed by his powerful power.

It turns arrogant and aggressive.

The same thing happened when I got my powers.

It was the same now that I got the source.

The problem was that, in the case of the source, power goes beyond swinging the owner, and he tries to take it away.

When I think about it, my heart grows dark and hot.

I felt something break my bones and pierce my muscles and flesh.

When I look down at my chest, a thin blade pierces through my chest.

Someone didn't stab me in the back.

This blade pierced my heart from inside my body.

The power that flowed into the body turned into a blade.

A superpower that had become a monster came back to my mind.

In his case, his whole body was covered in tentacles.

I'm a blade, not a tentacle.

Compared to tentacles, I thought it was okay.

At the next moment, dozens of blades appeared, with arms, legs, and torso uncovered.

All of the internal organs, of course, of the limb's muscles, were spurted out like a waterfall.

But even at this moment, I felt more excited than I felt fear or anxiety about the blade that made my body a mop.

I could feel my strength eating away at me, and even as I was literally becoming a sword, not a man, I was becoming stronger and more complete.

The edged blades of the hedgehog begin to expand.

A new blade rises to the host, and it rises again on top of it.

In an instant, the blade did not look like a hedgehog, but like a bird's nest or a wire fence.

Pain struck second, and both nerves and muscles were crushed by the blade and unable to move.

[……!]

I heard the couple's voice from a distance.

I couldn't understand what he was saying anymore.

I didn't listen to him.

I couldn't understand it as if I was shouting from afar.

I wonder if the connection with my father and father is weakened. If not, then maybe my consciousness is just fading.

I could anticipate what my father and I were saying.

You're trying to prevent this from happening for me, being eaten by the source.

Disconnect the source or forcefully clear the stage.

It should not be.

[If you wish.]

The God of Perforation said.

And his father and wife disappeared.

The connection with him is completely lost.

‘The Perforated God. ’

[What's wrong?]

Father and wife are gone.

The source was about to tear me apart and run towards the world, but I couldn't care less about it right away.

First, I had to ask the God of Perforation about the couple.

What happened to your father? ’

[Why do you ask? Looks like they're about to get eaten right now, so let's focus on that.]

‘Explain.'

[He is my prerogative. I don't care what I do with him.]

The perforated god said so.

And I couldn't agree more.

My father and wife were mine.

It was my sword. It was my strength.

The disappearance of my father and wife means the loss of that much power.

By the perforated god.

[Auboots are by your side. I just paused.]

Thank goodness.

I was worried that the God of Perforation might send my father and wife back to where they belong.

[Incredible disrespect, by the way. Your daughter is mine now, in front of your father-in-law. "]

You're my sword, not my lover. It's mine.

Finally, women like father and wife are not allowed.

The perforated god smiled slowly and said:

[Seeing me and the farm, you seem to have some reason to stay. I thought so, but I'm a little surprised, to be honest.]

[Shouldn't we focus on controlling the power now? Your strength seeks to remove your veil.]

That's a fair point.

I don't intend to let the power of the source escape me.

Of course, I had no intention of letting it consume my body and self.

* * *

The power of the source was clearly similar to the power of the myth.

in that it can be obtained through connections with people.

And because of that overwhelming power, my ego and reason are at risk of being eaten.

There was something else.

The source was not the kind of force that twisted the law to perform miracles and practiced them on others.

Rather than that, it turns itself into a freak…….

It's like it's eating itself and destroying itself.

It was such power.

"Move."

The blade shakes.

I felt it.

It was a blunt sensation that was more of a heel than an arm and leg.

It was amazing.

I can feel it in my body like a blade.

I could even feel the vibrations of the blade.

[Need more power.]

[You should eat more.]

[Protect me from my enemies.]

[Kill all enemies.]

[I am incomplete.]

[We need more to be complete.]

Shut up, asshole.

I agree that a greater force is needed, but we cannot defeat the indigenous gods in the form of giant razor wire fences.

So it's under my control.

There is often a desire for contradiction between body and reason.

I want to run out of here right now, but I have to sit at my desk for hours to study.

I want to fall asleep, but I need at least an hour more practice for tomorrow.

I wish I could faint right now, but I have to endure the pain and continue the battle.

It was a similar situation.

There is a desire to expand my power, but I am eager to defeat my enemies.

The blade, the source, is only part of my power.

I pulled out the blade that was sticking out everywhere.

The blades immediately clumped together to form a massive mass.

You make a huge mass into one giant blade.

And I shot myself at one of the indigenous gods who was foolishly watching me.

The gods have been watching me silently for a long time.

Since their goal was to be the source core in the first place, the birth of a new source should be something to rejoice about.

And I didn't want to leave that gap.

I could run after I got a little stronger and used to it, but I couldn't miss the opportunity for a surprise propaganda.

Die, you miserable bastards!

The indigenous god, who became my target, hurriedly placed a shield over his body and tried to defend it.

However, I was not prepared at all, so the preparation time was too short.

You break through the shield with the sound of a massive glass shattering.

The blade pierces the shield and sticks it into the body of the native god.

“Gaaaak!”

The indigenous god, who reminds me of the dragon of the East, cried out.

The screams made my liver cold, but I was glad to hear them.

Finally, he deals damage to the native god.

It was a bit of a cowardly ambush, but it meant a lot of damage.

If we accumulate damage like this, we can kill them.

As soon as I decided to do so, I moved without delay.

I was wondering if I could use this technique in a situation where it became a giant blade instead of a human body, but I tried it first.

Bam! Bam! ’

Kuaang!

Contrary to my concern, it exploded so smoothly.

Rather, it was a quicker and smoother explosion than when it was used as a body.

If I had known this, I would have made the explosion stronger.

The indigenous god screamed at the whale.

The blade in your body suddenly exploded, so no matter how great the gods may be.

[Time lapse]

You slow down for a moment in the fire.

I had something to think about.

The blade that became my body was harmless in the blazing fire of the night.

Of course I did.

Not because the melting point of the blade was high, but because the strength of the blade and flame were essentially the same.

Both consisted of the power of the source and at the same time was my power.

Time is loosened and the metal in the shape of a giant blade becomes smaller.

Very small.

Human kidney size.

In the shape of my body.

Soon I was able to form a metal body that looked exactly the same as the previous body.

It was not necessary to fine-tune both joints and blood vessels, circuits and organs.

I was able to perfectly shape my body just by thinking of implementing my appearance.

I raised my hand.

My face shined on the metal palm of my hand.

But this is a total silver surfer...

Then another indigenous god attacked.

Instead of taking all sorts of miraculous signs one by one, I just flew again to an indigenous god who was unconscious at night.

The indigenous god could not even try to stop me.

I penetrated the body of the indigenous god.

Instead of going through God's body, I settled in it.

If we do this, the other native gods won't be able to attack us.

The blood continues to gush out, and the indigenous god shakes his body, making it difficult to control himself.

I was able to grab onto something close by.

I don't know exactly, but I think I caught one of the native gods' ribs and hung it up.

I finished my thought earlier.

Obviously, I'm bad at source control.

But most of all, if it's something I'm used to.

I think I can do it.

Of course, there's a question of whether this is possible.

[Of course you can. It's another matter of whether you can do it.]

The perforated god answered.

There's God's guarantee, and now we have to try.

Metal hands were extended forward and a flame formed on top of them.

This hand is not a human body.

It is not an average body temperature of 36.5 degrees, made of blood and flesh.

It's not just metal.

A mass of power made from a source.

The source could be the shape of a tentacle. If it can form metal, it can form fire.

The moment I thought about it, my hands that were in the form of cold metal burned up.

In fact, it became a blazing flame itself.

Soon my whole body, as well as my hands, became a flame.

I quietly recited it, feeling the overwhelming accomplishment.

“Burn.”

My body, my fire, exploded its firepower.