Arifureta Shokugyou de Sekai Saikyou (WN)

Pippin... Pippin...

Hajime felt her consciousness gradually awaken to the feeling of droplets pouring into her mouth against her cheek (cheeks). Slowly open your eyes wondering about it.

(... alive?... you saved me?

I bumped my forehead on a low ceiling trying to wake up my body in doubt.

"Agu!?

I still remember that the holes I made were only about fifty centimeters long, and Hajime tried to reach for the ceiling to smelt and widen the vertical width.

However, it reveals upset to realize that there is only one arm in sight.

It was a grumpy hazy for a while, but eventually I remembered that I had lost my left arm, and at that moment I felt a severe pain in my left arm that should not have been there. It's called phantom limb pain.

And I notice you holding down your left arm reflexively while distorting your expression. To the fact that the flesh of the cut cross section is raised and the wounds blocked.

"Hey, why?... and a lot of blood..."

If it was dark and invisible but had the lights, I would have found the perimeter of Hajime to be a sea of blood. Normally, it was a bleeding volume that would never help.

If Hajime searches around with his right hand, it returns a null feeling. I guess the blood I spilled around hasn't dried yet. After all, the massive bleeding did not seem to have been a dream, and since the blood was not dry, it seems that it has not been that long since I lost my mind.

Despite the blockage of wounds, water droplets dropped once again on the cheeks and mouth when Hajime was in doubt. The moment it entered his mouth, Hajime felt a little more energized in his body.

"... no way... this is it?

Hajime burst his right hand into the direction where the droplets flowed and smelted while enduring phantom limb pain and anemia.

That's how I flutter and smell again and go back.

Strangely enough, drinking this liquid that soaks up from among the rocks seems to restore magic as well, and no matter how much you smell, you can't run out of magic. Hajime repeatedly smelted in search of water sources as he floated in the heat without rest.

Eventually, when the flowing mysterious liquid began to increase the amount of chorochoro and obviously from the potato, Hajime finally reached the source of the water.

"This... this is..."

There was a blue-white, luminous ore about the size of a basketball there.

The ore is buried to assimilate into the surrounding stone walls, dripping droplets downward. Mysterious and beautiful stone. It would be the firmest expression of the feeling that made the Aquamarine blue darker and luminescent.

Hajime, for a moment, had also forgotten the phantom limb pain and wandered off.

And he reached out to the stone and put his mouth directly so that he could cling or be attracted.

Then, the blunt pain and tingling that seemed to have been felt in the body cleared his head and his tiredness healed.

Again, it seems that the liquid flowing from this stone caused the Hajime to survive. Looks like a healing liquid. The phantom limb pain does not heal, but other injuries and bleeding harms recover instantly.

I don't know Hajime, but in fact, the stone is the greatest treasure in history called the "Divine Crystal," and it can be a legendary mineral already recognized as lost.

The divine crystal is one in which the magic flowing through the earth has crystallized itself thanks to a magic hoard that has been coincidental for a long time: a thousand years. It is about thirty centimeters to forty centimeters in diameter, and after crystallization, when the magic that encloses it for hundreds more years becomes saturated, it becomes liquid and overflows.

The liquid is called "divine water," and whoever drank it said that any injury or illness would heal. It is said that it has no power to regenerate the defective areas, but as long as it continues to be taken, it will not run out of life, and is therefore also said to be an immortal spirit medicine. He says the story of the Divine Age tells the story of Echt God, who uses divine water to heal people.

You finally realized that you had survived from the abyss of death, and Hajime walked straight into the wall with a cheat.

And he buried his face on his knees as he sat physically with his body trembling in the fear of death. I don't have the strength to escape already. Hajime broke my heart.

It could have stood up to hostility and malice. Happy to have saved you, I could have stood up again.

But those eyes of a nail bear didn't work. Predator's eyes that only see Hajime as bait. A human being at the apex of a weak and forceful diet is the first eye that will never be directed. Hajime's heart was shattered by that eye, and by the fact that he had eaten his own arm.

(Somebody... help me...)

This is the bottom of Naruto, Hajime's words won't reach anyone...

How long would I have done that?

Hajime, now flattened and shrunk his hands and feet, was round as if he were a fetus.

Four days have already passed since the day Hajime collapsed.

In the meantime, Hajime barely moved and lived only with his mouth full of dripping divine water.

However, Shimizu did not even erase the hunger of what would keep the user alive unless there was much left to do while he was taking it. Just not dying, Hajime was currently suffering from a spectacular sense of hunger and phantom limb pain.

(Why am I looking at you like this?

Doubts that have touched my head over and over the last few days.

Though the pain, hunger and sleepless head can be healed by drinking divine water, it has become clearer but more clearly painful.

Over and over again, about sleeping like losing consciousness, I wake up to hunger and pain, drink divine water again to escape the pain, and sink into the swamp of pain.

How many times have you repeatedly awakened such a fine sleep?

Only when, Hajime had stopped drinking divine water. Unconsciously, I chose the quickest way to end the pain.

(If this pain persists all the time...... go ahead......)

Yes, I shrug my mind and drop my consciousness into darkness.

Then three more days went by.

Whether it was past the peak or not. Once it was a calm sense of hunger, but again, as if it were the tranquillity before the storm, it strikes harder. Phantom limb pain never heals and continues to irritate Hajime's spirit. Intolerable agony as if it were scraped with yasles a little bit from the end.

(Still... you're not gonna die... oh, come on, come on... I don't want to die...)

Live unconsciously in the hope of death. Conflicting ideas alternate. Hajime was already unable to think normally. Ruptured rumors also began to whine.

Then three more days passed.

There is already no divine water potency, and he may die without keeping it for two days as it is. Instead of food, I don't even drink liquid.

But not long ago, an anomaly had begun to appear in Hajime's spirit around the eighth day.

It's just that something dark and starchy sprang up in Hajime's heart, where he was just waiting for a hellish pain to pass, wishing for death and life alternately.

It crept into a cracked gap of mind with fear and pain, like a hedron, eroding, little by little, deep into the hajj.

(Why should I suffer... what did I do...)

(Why are you seeing this... what's causing this...)

(God unreasonably kidnapped...)

(My classmate betrayed me...)

(The rabbit looked down at me...)

(He ate me...)

Gradually, Hajime's thoughts stain black and black. Like black ink dropped on a blank canvas, the beautiful things in the jitters and hazymes get dirty.

Who's wrong, who's forcing irrationality on themselves, who hurt themselves...

Unconsciously seek out enemies. Severe pain, hunger, and dark confined spaces erode the spirit of Hajime. Accelerate dark emotions.

(How can anyone help me...)

(If no one can help me, what can I do?

(How do I get rid of this pain?

On the ninth day, Hajime's thought had begun to unconsciously contemplate the opening of the status quo.

My heart, wishing to be free from intense pain, begins to truncate with things that I don't even need emotions such as anger and hatred that were gushing.

This is not the time to be dyeing your heart with anger and hatred. No matter how black you dye your heart, the pain is not a little softer. To unlock a situation that is only unreasonable, the excess must be shredded in order to survive.

(I'm (...) What do you want?

(I want "raw."

(Who gets in the way of that?

(It's the enemy that gets in the way)

(What is an enemy?

(Everything that stands in my way, everything that makes me irrational)

(So what should I do?

(I, I...)

Day 10.

No more anger or hatred from Hajime's heart.

God's strong irrationality, the betrayal of his classmates, the hostility of demons...

Someone said I'd protect myself. And a smile...

Everything doesn't matter.

To live, to acquire the right to life, all such things are trivial.

Hajime's will can only be consolidated into one. Like a workout knife. Sharp and strong, it slashes and rips everything apart.

i.e.…

(Kills)

No malice, no hostility, no hatred.

It's just necessary to live, so pure intent to destroy it.

All who threaten their survival are enemies.

And the enemy,

(kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill)

To escape this sense of hunger,

(I'll kill you and eat you)

At this moment now, Nagumo Hajime, who hailed it as strong in fragrance weave, which is gentle and calm and does it with bitter laughter and apology rather than conflicting and troublesome, collapsed by the absence of complete skin.

And a new Nagumo Hajime was created that relentlessly eliminates all disturbing beings to live.

The broken heart, once again, became one. However, it is not a repaired mind full of Tsugi Hagi. Darkness and despair at the bottom of Naruto, a new tough heart rekindled and forged with pain and instinct.

Hajime desperately moves his totally weak body and sips the divine water accumulated in the ground indentations in the last few days directly with his mouth like a dog. Neither hunger nor phantom limb pain heals, but vitality returns to the body.

Hajime then let his eyes gleam, brutally wiping his wet mouth, with a niggling and fierce grin. From the distorted mouth, the canine teeth peek into the gully. It seems so different that the expression leopard weird fits perfectly.

Hajime got up and whined again to proclaim as he began to smell.

"I'll kill you."

There was a flock of two-tailed wolves in a certain part of the labyrinth.

Two-tailed wolves have the habit of traveling in flocks of about four to six heads. On its own, it is the weakest of this hierarchy of demons, so it compensates for it with herd collaboration. This herd also formed a four-headed herd without leaking as an example.

Travel to the rock walls while guarding your surroundings to find a great hunting ground. Because the basic way of hunting a two-tailed wolf is an ambush.

It was the two-tailed wolves who wandered for a while, but they lurked in the shade of the rocks in all corners whether a convincing hunting ground had been found. All we have to do is wait for the prey to come. One of them slips his body between the rock and the wall and kills the signs. As I was licking my tongue at the prey that would come, I felt fuzzy and uncomfortable.

They have their own connection because the need for the survival of the two-tailed wolf is a collaboration. It's not like I can communicate clearly, but I kind of know where my people are and what they're trying to do.

That feeling is strange. We're supposed to be a four-headed herd, but we only feel three signs. A head that was supposed to have been waiting on the other side of the wall disappeared neglectfully.

The moment I was suspicious as to what it meant, and put my strength into waking up the body I was lying on, now I heard my buddies scream.

A sense of impatience comes from one of the heads lurking on the same wall as his disappeared companion. Something seems to be catching me and trying to escape, but I can't seem to get out inside.

Two heads on the other side get up trying to rush to the rescue. But at that time, the signs of one of the skulls disappeared.

Remaining confused, he hurried to the opposite wall, checking the area but there was nothing there. Keep your nose close to where the two remaining heads were lurking, baffled but disappeared. Sniff out humphunks.

At that moment, the ground suddenly recessed with gnarly, and at the same time the walls rolled out to cover the two heads.

I tried to jump out of the way, but at that time my sinking feet were back and fixed. For the most part, if you're a two-tailed wolf, you can easily crush and escape. If I hadn't been confused by an anomaly I'd never encountered before, I wouldn't have even been caught in the first place.

But for the raiders, I assumed both that confusion and a moment of rigidity. It was enough clearance to capture the two heads.

"Grua!?

Two heads swallowed by the wall screaming. And later there was nothing left.

Of course it was Hajime who captured the four two-tailed wolves. From the day I made up my mind to fight back, I twisted down my hunger and phantom limb pain and even repeated my workout of training, good for me to live drinking divine water and not run out of magic.

Faster, more accurate, more extensive. It is Othi who dies lightly even when he goes outside as he is now. We must build up our workouts based in a room with divine crystals and polish our weapons at all. Naturally, the weapon is smelting.

The pain strikes me just because I say I can stand it when I twist it down. Hunger and phantom limb pain, however, rather brought extreme concentration to Hajime so as to drive him away.

As a result, the range of less than three metres can be smelted with greater accuracy, several times faster than before. Most importantly, none of them had the same direct attack power as the earthly attribute magic.

Then, the divine water was packed into small processed stone containers, and the labyrinth proceeded using smelting, searching for targets.

That's how I found four two-tailed wolves.

I tailed a bunch of two-tailed wolves for a while. Of course, I almost found out many times, but every time I smelted it, I ran into the wall and managed to track it down. And the four heads smelted and dragged from within the walls for the moment away to ambush their prey.

"Come on, are you alive? Well, because you have little direct killing power in my smelting. It's not powerful enough or fast enough to protrude a stone thorn, and the demons here aren't dying."

Peek into the little hole at your feet with your glittering eyes. Behind it, similar two-tailed wolves, such as "inside the walls", were completely stoned around and slightly unable to move, raising a low roar as they seeped through the agitation.

In fact, I had previously attacked demons with stone spurs grown from my feet, but they were not powerful enough or fast enough to break through, and were not a way to endure pragmatism in the end. After all, that kind of seems to be a part of earthly attribute magic. Smelting is only the magic of processing minerals, and it is impossible to make them kill during processing. Therefore it was best to restrain him thus.

"I wish you could suffocate... I can't wait"

Hajime's eyes laughing niggardly were completely predator's.

Hajime exercises the magic of smelting when he pushes his right arm against the wall. Cut out the rock, concentrate and process it in a clear image, little by little. Then something like a spiral thin spear could be made. Additionally, the machined parts are mounted. The spear was fitted with something like a handle in hand.

"Let's dig, dig!

Hajime thrust the spear toward the two-tailed wolves being captured under the ground. I feel stiff fur and skin and play the tip of the spear.

"I knew you wouldn't stab me. But it's supposed to be."

Why didn't you turn it into a knife or sword? That's because it's fundamental that the stronger the demon, the harder it is. Of course, there are as many exceptions due to race traits, but Hajime, who had focused his studies on seating to compensate for his incompetence, thought that the demons of this hierarchy would not make sense of ordinary knives and swords.

Hajime therefore circled the handle on the spear. The spiral of the tip begins to rotate accordingly. Yes, this is the drill I thought of to break through the demon's hard skin.

Desperately turn the handle with your right hand while weighing from the top. Then, little by little, the tip began to plunge into the skin of the two-tailed wolf.

"Grrrrrrr!?

A two-tailed wolf screams.

"Does it hurt? You're not gonna apologize, are you? For me to live. You guys would eat me, too, wouldn't you? Mutual."

With that said, weigh more and spin the drill. It's impossible because the two-tailed wolf is desperately trying to hold back, but he's filling in no gaps around him.

And finally, Zuburi and Drill broke through the stiff skin of the two-tailed wolf. And destroy the body relentlessly. Two-tailed wolf raising the scream of the disconnected demon. I was screaming for a while, but all of a sudden, I stopped moving patchoulily wondering if I was convulsed.

"All right, we can't afford to eat."

With delight, he stabs a stop at the remaining three heads. And Hajime, who finished killing all the two-tailed wolves, takes out the remains of the two-tailed wolves with smelting, and peels them off with indifference in one hand.

And then he started eating it so that it was driven by a sense of hunger.