People in Mond, arrogant sun, not hated

“Before——a long time ago, when I visited Inazuma, I met an old man named Shibukawa when I was visiting a place called Haiqi Island. I learned a very interesting genre skill from him, called It's called [Phantom Flow]."

The emergence of this genre comes from the boxing techniques of Tana Kingdom. They will imagine their imaginary enemies to fight, and the phantom flow is an irregular genre that takes this model to the extreme.

"Do you believe it? When the imagination is honed to the extreme, if you imagine yourself being pierced by a blade, your body will really be injured. If you imagine yourself being burned by a flame, your cells will be actively destroyed."

Elmes tilted his head and stretched out a finger and said to him.

"How is it? The human brain is amazing!"

Timmy: (┯_┯):  …

Is this mole really okay?Why is it still telling a story, and this kind of exaggerated setting is probably not even used in science fiction.

"But don't worry, if you allow the damage to manifest in your body, you may not be able to last a second, so this synchronization will only be about feeling."

"Wait, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, can you be more specific and simple?"

Elmes snorted.

But he thought about it, and suddenly fell silent for a second, then raised his eyebrows and suddenly realized.

Eh... I, am I a little wicked?

After pondering for a few seconds, he suddenly became serious, looked at Timmy and asked calmly.

"Because it's too much, let me remind you once, Timmy, what price can you pay for your ideal? Can you endure pain, bear distortion, how much can you pay for your ideal? The best results are accompanied by the process of suffering, If the fruit is enough, can you bear the suffering?"

Hearing his suddenly serious tone.

Timmy was silent for a long time.

After thinking for nearly 3 minutes, he gritted his teeth and nodded vigorously.

Just try it out.

"Heh, then grab your weapon, distance yourself, and make preparations."

Mole had a look of horror and anticipation on his face.

"It's about to start."

"Are you ready?"

In the early morning when the sun had not yet fully risen, Elmes' mental power had also increased to an astonishing level, so he was able to interfere with Timmy's brain and synchronize his imagination.

To put it bluntly, this broken skill was only fully mastered through the experience of exchanging memories with Lei Movie.

It's really a blessing and a curse.

Can imagination become the enemy?

Even though he was a commoner and had no education since he was a child, Timmy knew that it was impossible.

Both rationally and emotionally, they all rejected such stupid words, but at the next moment, the dangerous instinct of his body made him quickly step back, and aimed his bow and arrow at a place where there was nothing.

right there!

right there! !

right there! ! !

Something frightening and unbelievable happened.

Something appeared.

Then, bit by bit, bit by bit, it began to become clearer and more solid, until the scars on the back of the hand, every pattern on the armor, and the three-meter-long sword that seemed to be soaked in blood could be seen. spear.

The big feet stepped on the ground, and the terrifying vibration came from the ground, which didn't look fake at all.

The figure more than four meters tall seems to block out the sky, and Timmy's height of less than 1.5 meters is barely equal to his knees. The steel armor exudes infinite evil spirit, and the black substance that is constantly moving behind exudes a little scarlet of light.

【Ash Judge Guda】

Come.

Even Elmes, who got him out, was taken aback. He just wanted to try it, but he didn't expect it to be possible. This kind of thing...

Unlike Timmy, whose body was gradually soaked in sweat, Elmes' eyes seemed to be shining with stars.

It was so much fun--it was incredible!

Then along with his will, terrifying killing intent and evil spirit were released from that monster's body, the huge murder weapon was raised high, and the scarlet pupil looked at the little one not far away.

But Timmy, who was already in the archery position, found himself unable to move.

His fingers trembled uncontrollably but he couldn't let go, his whole body was as stiff as aging parts, and his thinking speed seemed to be 0.5 times faster.

Hoo, hoo, hoo... hoo hoo...

The heart began to beat continuously, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

Aim faster, shoot faster, faster faster and faster.

The mind is rioting, unable to think of anything else.

But even so, he desperately resisted the urge to let Elmes terminate.

There is a chance.

Just hit that defenseless eye, pierce the brain, and I'll still have a chance to win.

The rest is covered in armor, and I only have one chance against that monster, so it has to be precise, it has to be precise.

The lower lip seemed to be bitten nervously to bleed.

So move, aren't you my body?

That is just imagination, don't be afraid, don't tremble.

As the mole said, he now knows for himself what he lacks.

Sure enough, there is no better teaching than personal experience.

But if he can choose, he doesn't care about the next time, or the next time——

The huge figure trampled on the ground and leaped high, directly smashing down with a terrifying force enough to kill a giant monster.

This is just a moment, like suddenly walking on the road and encountering a car accident.

All the thinking and hesitation were concentrated in just a few seconds, and then they were easily cut off.

Consciousness disappears in an instant.

I don't want to experience this feeling again.

Chapter 271: Please give me the right to distort your life

"Are you mentally ill?!"

At noon, when the three animals finally escaped to meet, Elmes told them what had happened to him the night before and the morning.

And hearing the special training method he created for Timmy, even the son who had also experienced devil training since childhood was stunned.

The way you fucking use Ashes to train Timmy... No, it should be said that you play a 12-year-old child as the protagonist of the game Black Soul, won't your conscience hurt?

Don't think that child abuse is not illegal, the spirit is the same!

This way of training consciousness and fighting will through countless deaths is indeed unprecedented, and the efficiency is indeed unreasonably high.

But people and ashes cannot be generalized. No normal person can die dozens of times without mental breakdown.

"Don't underestimate me. Of course I expected this. I brought this thing with me when I was looking for the young master yesterday."

He pulled out the damned amnestic spray.

Then he continued with a smile under the timid expressions of the two.

"Although it's called an amnestic spray, if it's used in a conscious state, how would you describe it... By the way, it's like painting a layer of white paint on the original pattern. Although it is covered, the There will still be some "thickness remaining."

He gently put his hand on his chest.

"Our body will record many things outside of consciousness, even if it is forgotten in memory, but instinct will remember it."

"The human body is amazing."

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"What kind of explanation is this! Do you think you can explain my current situation with this kind of words?"

Timmy looked at his soaked pants and cried out in despair.

And Elmes nodded quite satisfied with the ideal effect.

"It seems that you have already had tuba this morning, so it's just a small incontinence, otherwise I might be stinked away, relax, I'm coming again."

"Are you ready?"

"Ready, you're tall! How come I don't remember anything?! Huh?"

Suddenly, his body instinctively rolled backwards, and the bow and arrow pointed to a place where there was only air.

His mind didn't even react, and it was the first time he felt his body move faster than he could think.

It's like it's been repeated countless times.

And when the huge monster reappeared, although there was only a small gap, the bow and arrow hit his right eye socket immediately, and the blood splashed along with the dark matter, making it let out a huge scream.

Timmy, who made the attack, was stunned.

He couldn't believe that he was able to shoot a bow and arrow at a humanoid creature without hesitation just now.

There was no hesitation, as if something in his body kept urging him, making him unable to stop at all.

Run quickly, speed up, speed up non-stop, run faster than thinking, run faster than the god of death chasing after you.

When he reacted, he jumped up with the help of the gap in the armor, took out the dagger used for cutting meat from the leg ring, and stabbed it directly towards the gap in the armor on the neck without hesitation.

Such an ideal has not been realized.

One hand tightly pinched his body, the other hand held his head, and then pulled it hard like twisting a towel.

Consciousness returned to blank again.

Timmy woke up sweating and panting, still immersed in the scene just now.

Then the face of the mole who saw the culprit of all this suddenly became hideous.

But suddenly some doubts appeared on his face, and then he suddenly understood.

"...Phew, I've been through it a few times."

Elmes looked up at him in surprise.

"Oh, I realized it so quickly this time. It's the 62nd time, you crashed eighteen times, and you haven't won yet, but the good news is that every time you realize this, the number of times you persist becomes longer , should not be far from victory."

Timmy, who had survived dozens of deaths, fell into a deep silence.

Then he put a rather bitter expression on his face.

"Indeed, I can feel the progress of almost several spans, but I said fairy, can't we use a more gentle method."

Elmes smiled lightly.

"Good medicine tastes bitter... It's an interesting truth. You are not gifted. If you want to surpass a talented genius in a short period of time, and want to surpass others' hard work for several years, of course you have to pay a more difficult and unprecedented price. , Fortunately, boy, at least you won't remember these pains in the end."

Although a bit wicked, this is indeed a super-standard training method that is far beyond the concept.

Extremely high returns at almost no cost.

Timmy was silent for a moment, then slammed his thigh hard.

But I found that I didn't feel anything, or that I quickly endured the pain the moment it happened, and the pain resistance was raised to a rather exaggerated level.

Moreover, his unexpectedly calm mood made him feel a bit unlike himself.

It made him dare not imagine what he had experienced the previous few times.

and so--

"One more time, before my next meltdown."

Looking at the firm will in his pupils, Elmes showed a slightly approving smile.

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Before the very first realization.