A Wish to Grab Happiness

There was a longing and eager being.

It's brighter than the sun and more heroic than a mythical hero. A talent that enables impossibility and beauty that is difficult for ordinary people. No, he didn't even deserve the word genius.

A hero that can only be said to be unparalleled to bring any group together.

I yearned for it. Even the shards, I wanted to make it.

My whole life must have been ruined by that yearning, and I lost my way for a wish. And I wanted to follow that path.

The fact that the hero was in a great position as a human being is probably one of the reasons why I was obsessed with the framework of "human."

No, I'm totally sorry if I subtract it from the magic. I believed that human beings were born and die as human beings.

But if you're still human, you can't reach your dreams. Unless it reaches a hero who can protect others and save the world with both arms.

Let me be a Magus. If it was a scorch that got me obsessed with humans, it was the same thing that got me to abandon humans.

I don't know whether this is good or bad. But...

--I don't want happiness that tastes like mud until I throw away my vision.

I heard the gear spinning when I got stuck. The Magic Sword rounds up the magic and transforms my interior into something more suitable as a Magus.

This finally led to an understanding. A Magus is a person who has become a container for fulfilling his wishes.

The instincts of living creatures for supreme survival are erased, and the whole body from fingertips to feet becomes a magical species of fantasy.

With Vrigant, my body is no longer Magus'. Only the contents should be inserted and replaced.

Your brain is stained with magic until it reaches a piece of your nerves. At the bottom of my eyes, I remember being a Magus before.

Magus Rabul, Geneva, Great Demon Vrigant. No, I was reminded of one voice first.

Reflexively grip your finger hard, causing the Demon Sword to grip in your left hand.

"Good, Lugis. Even if you become a magician, what you do is not the same as human beings. That power must be borrowed from Drigman. That's not how Magus fights. It has to be more devastating and less devastating."

Intuitively kicks and jumps the earth. I knew I should, and I knew exactly what to do with the Magus.

A Magus is not a leader. I am not a believer. The Borvato Dynasty alley is far from an intrinsic Magus in a true sense.

If you are a true magician - you must be disastrous.

"You're such a rough boy, Magus. I wonder if you think you can defect God."

"Cut it out, big magic. Your myth is over. Hundreds of years ago!

I shook up the Magic Sword. It takes less than a second.

A boneless Purple Electric Magic Sword is moaning that it will not annihilate the race in front of it. He knew my will, and I knew his thoughts.

The magic sword roared. It sucks magic from the surroundings and becomes a tool just to perform its functions. The blood rolled back. A giant wave passes through the back of his eyelids.

I don't know what to imagine. The Magic Sword swallows the Titan's blood, turns the power of some into my own and freaks out.

"Perfect Ravage and Unilateral Conquest. The nature of a disaster called the Magus must be fulfilled."

Even the sound is lost, and a mass of demons crosses the earth. The black water that expresses Zebrellis evaporates, but the magic sword does not stop.

Old mythology, rot here. Without saying so, the Magic Sword steals its magic from the black water and penetrates the shell of the building, Zebrelilis.

For a moment, only the Titans were crushed in front of me. Your body's blood is pulsating. Destruction for the sole purpose of destruction. That is where the essence of disaster lies. Extreme magic chunks burst out of the shackles.

The black water was no longer visible and there were only fragments of the crushed shell.

"If you want to run, run, Eldis! You don't like lizards, do you?

My head is hot. It seemed to be floating in the heat. Maybe he's drunk on magic. Either way, I'm sure I can't afford to take care of Eldis.

The Zebrelilis' counterattack has already seen it from behind the rubble.

The original god killing was a strategy that used her power, but it wasn't until she lost her.

Eldis snipped his fingers.

"--I don't like it. Are you kidding me? Where is the master who diverts his attention from the bravery of a knight?

A voice that is elegant and yet doesn't hide its indifference. She is a wonderful queen. It was a waste of time for me to be your husband.

Looking ahead, listening to such words. Behind the rubble. Like crawling out of the darkness. A giant lizard that whistles its teeth while shining green scales - a clogged place, a dragon.

"Perfect for discipline. Be your friend."

The voice of Zebrelilis. I couldn't see her, but this is inside her. You can talk anywhere, and you can see anywhere.

For her ancestors of many kinds of magic, it wasn't difficult to produce dragons, she said.

It is by no means a forgery. The green dragon emits an indisputable style of dragon species, and the eyes that numb all the viewers are just a mass of curse. His dragon brace will definitely kill the enemy. A former heavenly champion follows Zebrelilis like a dog.

But in the face of the threat, Eldis shouted loudly. Strangely enough, I even had a smile on my face.

"Eldis?

"Oh, no, I'm sorry. --But, Lugis. To tell the truth, I have no choice but to have fun now. The truth is, I really wanted to travel with you."

It seemed to sing. It's as if she was exposed to my magic and worried that she might have been caught in the heat.

But the footsteps are stepping firmly on the earth more than ever.

"The enemy is mighty. But you are always looking forward without giving up. [M] I'll keep an eye on your back. Okay, that's good."

"Oh, good. Sounds like an adventurer. I'd make a fortune going to the Labyrinth City with you."

Yeah, bye.

Eldis shook the origin spell wrapped around his hands into space and laughed.

"Let's go. If you kill God."

Neither I nor Eldis stopped walking in front of the dragon's roar. Someone needs to be killed ahead. Someone has to be killed.

No, she should have been done. Zebrellis is no longer a god, but merely a great magic. The mythical age created by Zebrelilis, Vrigant, and Frimslat is no longer a long time ago.

They are nothing but ghosts who still hold their trust here. That's right. Even that Altia, it's the same.

Then I had to teach them the end. We must teach them that their time is over, and that the time of the living has come.

"Now, isn't it perfect for you? There must be a way to win, Lugis."

Eldis snapped her heels and fingers with joy and looked at me with blue eyes. He laughed at the dragon, holding his magic sword and showing his teeth. I missed chewing tobacco, but I can't tell you how luxurious it is at a time like this.

"I'm here to win. Besides, it's the same with God, but it's the same with death."

I shook my sword at the Green Dragon. There was no longer any need for martial arts.