Arifureta Shokugyou de Sekai Saikyou (WN)

It conveys a grunting sound called gogoggles and a shocking sound that echoes at the bottom of a belly called dong.

And "hia," she screamed adorably and jumped up a bit, Emily chasing down.

Emily looked down a little embarrassed when she saw Vanessa running next door, sometimes alone now, or when she met Mr. Cool Beauty Vanessa in mode and not moving at all.

"The expression of shame - priceless"

"Oh, yeah. Even in work mode, the contents are useless."

Emily smiles dry at Vanessa, who says that with a crisp look, as the sound of her shoes hitting the metal floor echoes.

"Nevertheless, Mr. Kouske has been flashy for a long time"

"Right. That must mean that Berserk is outrageous."

"Chunks of meat - the hell, that's..."

To Vanessa's whining, Emily told her guess and made her listen. That is the same answer Kosuke arrived at in sight of. It was a speculation that showed the depth of a person's business.

Vanessa's expression moved slightly when she heard who Berserk Chimera was, roughly capable of not being fat in humans: proliferation and regeneration. It was directed at Emily, who worried about Kosuke but not the late one, but spoke plainly of her speculation.

"I know it's a hell of an ability...... Dr. Grant. You don't look too worried, do you?

While feeling Vanessa's gaze directed at Chirali, Emily responded without distracting herself from her forward glance.

"I'm worried. No matter how strong this is, no matter how many unforeseen things can happen. You could get hurt, and I've never seen such an angry scratch before, so I'm worried that you're going to be impotent."

"Yes, is it?

Vanessa leaned her neck strangely to Emily, who seemed flat for it. To such Vanessa, Emily continued with a bitter laugh, "But".

"Still, that guy... because he's my hero"

So, believe me. No matter what difficulties you encounter, any irrational exposure, even if it can be a pinch, at the end of the day, you will always keep your promises together on the form. It helps the children, frees those pathetic beings from the wedges of the world, busts the rotten mercenaries of their sexual roots and rushes to them. Yes, I believe it.

"So I have to do what I have to do. I've been following you all my life. I can't do anything about it. Looking back is an insult to the way you sent me out, believe me."

……

Vanessa looked at Emily with a chill on her side. And you're convinced of something. "Yeah, yeah," he nods.

"Dr. Grant."

"What?

Look straight ahead and move forward without hesitation Emily. Vanessa said with a grin on her mouth.

"You are a good woman. I'm sure Mr. Kouske will accept it, too. I'll take care of your hotel reservations."

"Buffoo!? What are you talking about? Really, I'm telling you, waster!

Suddenly the story flows in a nasty direction, and Emily is zucky. I almost kissed the floor and hot. Standing up warmly, Emily starts running again, turning her face bright red, while kicking Wasnessa. Prepare to fire the cat punch.

Most importantly, Vanessa looks strange. That makes me unnecessarily angry.

"Dr. Grant. In movies and such, the lead role is the heroine and the last thing that kisses and beds in. This incident is also best wrapped up in a hot bed scene between Mr. Kouske and Dr. Grant. I'll take care of Vanessa."

"Baby, baby, what's a bed scene! Yay. Wanessa's! You can't do that! No, it doesn't mean I won't do it all the time... but, you know, I'd think ~ one day, too, but I don't feel like rejecting you if you were asked to do this... Ugh! No, I'm not! I mean, it's you! I'm a photographer! What a position!

"I should leave you with a souvenir for everything. Rest assured. I'll be in the war along the way. Snuggly, hot 3" peas "-"

"I won't let you say anything more. Yikes!

Roaring Emily. Her tsukomi skills are already kanst. A cat punch that pops up at the same time. It's a stunning waste of Nessa's cheek.

"? Why, did they hit you?

"This guy can't do this anymore. I need to ask you to do this and make me a fine villager."

I'm sure Vanessa has Serious Break skills. Emily, who looked sloppy, decided to exercise her last resort.

Moving on, through several doors, Emily and the others eventually stepped out into a passage with an aqueduct. Apparently, it slipped through the basement from the research facility to the water purification facility.

Through a place lined with a number of pipes and tank-like things, Emily and the others put their hands on the front door. Vanessa enters the room as she lowers Emily back.

The room was like a room where everything underneath the floor was acting as a tank. Half the room is on the floor where the equipment is located, and the other side of the fence is a water field.

Is it a place to store temporarily the water flowing from the waterway? Now, it seems to be open, with intense water streams flowing underneath the floor somewhere.

Since it was a longitudinal room, stairs and passages leading to the upper floor, and doors, were visible at the wall. The upstairs portions of the doors are located at both ends of the room, with bridge-shaped passageways connecting the two doors.

Emily and the others turned to the door upstairs.

"Ah, let it go -"

"Dr. Grant."

Flipped white coat. It is clear whose it belongs. Down was already disappearing to the other side of the door, so Emily tried to call. But before that, the seeping Vanessa of vigilance attracts Emily.

Shortly afterwards, he made a loud gunshot noise and something fell behind Emily and the others, in front of the door they came in. If you look back hah, there's a rectangular shape case about as big as a Boston bag. It's something I had apart from a leather bag when Down ran away. Apparently, Emily and the others threw it away at the right time they came into the room.

The sound of the door closing sounds batang from upstairs.

At that moment,

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Such a chirping beats the tympanic membranes of the two, and at the same time, it is destroyed so that the case swells from the inside out. Originally, it doesn't seem to be that sturdy material, the crack spreads quickly and the clasp bounces off.

In a moment, something popped up and hit Emily and the others. Vanessa fires as she shelters Emily behind her back.

But the speed of that creature is not unusual, and Vanessa's unleashed bullet comes off because of another strangely irregular movement.

He kicked the floor, looked up and jumped up at it all at once, but Vanessa dealt with it by kicking that long leg up vertically, without getting upset just by squeezing her eyes tight.

Kicked up with the vivid sound of a golly bone crushing it was slapped on the floor away as it twirled around.

"That... monkey, huh?"

"It seems so. You look like an adult, but from what they put in that case, you look like a child monkey."

I pound a bullet in my hair without stopping at a child monkey who got up with a muck. The moment he raised his face, Berserk the monkey, who was set on a stunning headshot - Berserk Monki collapsed as he raised his white smoke.

But I can't be alarmed. Because there are still four beings scattered around the Vanessas - Berserk Monki.

"Weird."

"... Indeed. Dr. Grant, slow down to the wall. to the gap between that equipment and the pillars."

Detecting Emily's grunting meaning, Vanessa slowly lowers as she shields herself as she raises her vigilance to its maximum.

Yes, we can afford to back off. Because Berserk, who is supposed to stick with his instincts, is a certain distance away from Vanessa and the others so that he can see how things are going, or be vigilant.

In fact, this Berserk Monki, Pavlov, is imprinted with a vigilance against danger in a way that researches dogs. It's an experiment to get Berserk, the swine runner, to do some response to firearms. You see the muzzle, you hear the shooting, on condition that, at the same time, you plant the awareness that something hurts will fly.

Whether the experiment is successful or not, this is true. The four-body Berserk Monki surrounds Vanessa and Emily with vigilance, but with no instinctive struggle, or withdrawal due to appetite.

Vanessa pulled the trigger when she evacuated Emily to the gap between the equipment and the pillars, saying she didn't know such an alert or anything.

But the Berserk Monkeys, who never try to stand in the front of the muzzle, are already out of the ray when the trigger is pulled.

"Even without special effects, weapons conversion is gradual."

Even a master of guns as much as Vanessa can't be so easy to guess before Berserk Monki and the others do their best to evade using the beast's agility.

A guttural noise sounds and the chamber of the gun is fixed as it slides. I'm out of ammo.

As if they were aiming for that moment, Berserk Monki and the others went out on the offensive at the same time.

Vanessa's crisis - it seemed so,

"Sheriff's agents aren't sweeter than monkeys."

The whined word is the truth. The whole thing of the flying monkey blows away in the direction of the unseen as soon as Vanessa's hand, thrust out softly, touched it.

And Vanessa, who came forward at once, pulled out the empty magazine and threw it. So he releases a fierce upper-round kick as he sinks all at once, towing the whole Berserk Monki thing that was rushing from the left.

Berserk Monki, who was approaching from the right by sinking in, lost sight of his target and passed over Vanessa's head, and the whole thing, flying from the front, blew away after an intense spinning kick that had jumped from the blind spot.

Berserk Monki on the left, who was towed in an empty magazine, flies by time difference. Vanessa, who was at that time regaining her position, stuck her arm out again.

Berserk Monki, who opened his mouth with a quibbly scream, is confused, however, by his vision, which flipped at the same time as he sensed a slight sensation in his arm at the next moment. If you noticed, you were looking at the ceiling with a strong impact on your back.

And the muzzle that interrupts that vision. The imprinted sense of crisis orders avoidance - but it is slow. A wind hole cleared between the eyebrows of Berserk Monki, along with a light sound of pang.

Berserk Monki, the first to be blown in an unexpected direction, passes on the ceiling and storms from overhead.

but it still doesn't arrive. The moment one hand protruded to flow softly touches Berserk Monki's head as he strokes, he is forced to decide on a forced Baku spin with grumpy and fierce momentum. The fate of Berserk Monki, who was also vainly slapped to the floor by the monkey's physical abilities, is the same as that of the earlier one.

Shortly after he gets up, he takes a blow to the head and sprinkles his brain cord.

The last piece of shit hit Vanessa's foot in a crawling motion. As soon as possible, it's the knee that falls. Instinctively, Berserk Monki's wrist is grabbed.

He gets his wrist strapped and stiffens his joints in an instant. If you are Berserk without pain, it is also possible to shake off the fracture without hesitation, but still it is inevitable that for a few moments the body will move according to the range of motion. And Berserk Monki, flushed with vectors of inertia and a center of gravity in that moment, was suddenly pushed into depression.

Knees falling on your back all the way to a stop. I'm holding the point down, so there's no room for strength. And you won't even be given the chance to break out. Gori and the bullet fires without hesitation from the muzzle that was snuggled in the back of his head.

"That's it all,"

Vanessa's sharp eyes circle the perimeter.

It was jujitsu and qiqi moves that were used. Vanessa's body is that of a woman. No matter how much you deny it, it is true that you are inferior to men in simple power. That's why a bunch of polished, soft, rigid control moves.

Powerful attack power? One bullet is enough for such a thing. Any inflexible opponent, even if that's a monster, rolls to the ground without question as long as one hand touches it, and all you have to do is pull the trigger.

This is the power of Vanessa, among the agents belonging to the Sheriff's Department, who said she was at the top of the list in melee combat. Its strength is real, even if it is often called Wasnessa these days.

- That's why he created this moment because he was never insulting the people in the Sheriff's Department. The moment Vanessa leaves the escort.

"Agent, protect him."

"Ah, Dr. Grant!

Soon, a down was pointing at the gunpoint that was letting him peek into his face through the upstairs door. - Nothing else, to Emily.

It was at the same time that Vanessa jumped forward in front of Emily as Down fired.

A dry burst sounds continuously, Vanessa's body bouncing. Blood splattered and smudged Emily's cheeks.

"Kaha, ha, ha."

"Vanessa."

Vanessa, slapped to the ground and rolled, tried to get up immediately, but could not breathe well into the shock that clogged her lungs, and was unable to move while squatting again due to severe pain running all over her body.

Emily, who changed her blood phase, rushes over and holds Vanessa on her back. Bleeding can be seen from the shoulders, arms and thighs, but I don't see anything seeping through the torso that would have been the most shot. If Emily had rushed off her suit jacket, she would have been buried there with a bulletproof vest and four bullets that were stopped.

Apparently, the bulletproof vest saved her life so hard. Most importantly, regardless of the gunshot wounds on your shoulder or arm, you can't see the bleeding in your thigh area. Probably damages vital blood vessels.

"Again, I don't like these things. I wonder how the hell we can do that, like headshots?

Words of down staring down at the defeated Berserk Monki and the others as they proceeded through the air passage upstairs with tips and footsteps, stopping about inside and pointing the gun at each other. Emily chewed on her lips with a grudge at that word of voices that had no particular emotion for shooting people or targeting Emily.

But now is not the time to argue. When Emily removed the test-tube-like container from her nostrils, she opened its lid, fed Vanessa half of it, and placed the rest on the wound one by one.

As soon as possible, less blood is visible that was flowing well. Painful breathing also regained some regularity.

"... oh my god. Emily, did you improve Berserk in such a short time? Or is it a product of an idea you didn't even tell me about? After all, you're outrageous."

Down's eyes glowed demonically at an unknown drug that showed the potency of recovery unlikely to be found in existing chemicals.

Most importantly, his speculation is completely off.

Emily used a different world-made healing drug that Kosuke had given her just in case. On boulders, it doesn't do enough to drain the bullets left in your body until they are completely healed, but it can do enough to stop the bleeding completely and heal some, and relieve the pain.

Emily exhaled a ho relief to Vanessa, who doesn't seem to be able to move properly, but still tells her she's okay with her gaze.

And slap a quiet, but invisible, rage in their eyes at the downs that look down at them from upstairs.

"Doctor. You shot me. No hesitation."

"... right. But I hope you don't misunderstand. I didn't try to kill you. That's all I had to do to stop that Sheriff's Department agent."

From the beginning, Down, who thought he couldn't shake off the chase, used Berserk Monki to pull away the troublesome escort and execute the operation of shooting at Emily, where there was no room for evasion or counterattack.

I mean, I wasn't sure I was going to shoot Vanessa, so I tried to get Vanessa to hit me.

Most of all, it's no different than having Emily on the ray, and there's no guarantee that Vanessa would have been safe if she hadn't made it.

"But even if it's hitting me, that's good. Isn't that right?

"... it's true I didn't want you to die"

If he wasn't even dead, he'd be glad to hear that. It is also a suspicious point as to whether it is true in this situation.

"Teacher, tell me the truth. I've come this far to hear it. I'm sure it doesn't make sense, and I'm not returning anything I've lost... but still, I want to hear what you mean. Sir, what the hell were the five years you and I spent together? What were we to you? What the hell did you want to get until you betrayed us?

Quiet, but a bloody inquiry.

Wasn't it family? Didn't you save yourself from being cornered? Didn't you love me? Were the five years we spent together from that day when you welcomed me home false? Was it so light that you could easily, betray and throw it away?

Down looks down. Calm, but somewhere dark eyes to Emily. Don't be alarmed, keep pointing at the muzzle. And answer.

"What I wanted to get, huh? Sure, it's a pointless question. But if you want to know about it, let me tell you. I just wanted to keep my name in history, Emily."

"In history, make a name for yourself?

"That's right. In future generations, I wanted to be such a person, as described in textbooks. As an outstanding figure in history, I wanted to be remembered for the future perpetual robbery, people. Do you understand?"

"No, for that matter..."

"After all, don't you see?"

Maybe there was a reason I had to. Didn't we cut ourselves off for something important that we couldn't give way to? Such pale thoughts were painted with mud and discarded.

From anger, from remorse, to trembling Emily, Down grins like trouble.

"You wouldn't understand. The fear of being the same person, whether you're there or not, the emptiness to be forgotten, the despair of disappearing without leaving a living proof."

"Damn, no. There can't be a teacher who's the same person, whether he's here or not! Who the hell forgets you!? Me!? Seniors!? Lissy, my sister!? Everyone in the down class forgets you!? There's no way that's happening! Aren't we living proof of what you taught us?

The screaming appeal echoes. But also in those words, Down shook his head loosely, just grinning like trouble.

"It's not like that, Emily. It's not such a small story. I told you. He wants to keep his name in history. I can't remember you being alone. With that, this fear of mine, despair, emptiness, will never go away."

"Are you..."

Words, thoughts, don't make sense. Emily looks into Down's eyes and understands it.

What the hell drives him that far? Emily doesn't understand.

A person named Reginald Down was born into a mediocre family, graduated from college with outstanding grades, entered the researcher's path, met his wife, became a professor, lost his wife to illness, welcomed poor students, and brought many good godchildren to the world. That's what Emily's hearing from Down.

Where in that life is the element that drove him to madness?

"Don't you understand? I guess so. Even if someone else could understand, Emily, you wouldn't understand."

"Why, is it?

'Cause you're a genius.

"Huh?"

Emily-Grant is a genius. So I can't understand Reginald = Down forever.

Emily shudders at the downfall of affirming that. It was like being denied everything. It's like no other down there that has saved Emily, a genius but therefore isolated, that it has nothing to do with that. He trumped Emily because he was a genius.

"You have no idea what it's like to be an ordinary person dropping off a genius's back. For people with the ability to accomplish it from the beginning."

"But the teacher is the best educator in college, and even the other professors have a glance at the teacher."

"Because I'm ordinary. Ordinary people, therefore, know what others do not understand. To know, I know what to do. All I ask for, so I know what others want. You know what makes you happy and what makes you push your back. Everything, because it's the path I've taken myself. It's just that."

The heavily sighed down continues his monologue words, looking somewhere far away with an empty eye.

"No matter how hard they work, the geniuses jump over those efforts lightly. If I come up with one, that alone produces a hundred ideas and results. They wouldn't know how empty I felt each time."

I guess in those eyes are his students who have already graduated and are recognized by the public.

Emily doesn't know. The teacher always had a proud look on his face whenever he saw the seniors on TV and in magazines. I was as happy as I was. Was all of that an act?

The truth is, were you letting your feelings of hatred and jealousy roll when you were supposed to be honored and glory was supposed to be given to you?

"Still, it was somehow comforting to me that they would speak of me as a mentor. My admiration for me, including Emily and you, supported me as Reginald Down the Educator. This was enough to give me a sense of giving up and a little satisfaction."

Love was real. The desire to help you was true. Because even without being on the table stage, Down was able to keep himself. Because the students' hearts of trust and benevolence had somehow comforted Down's, indeed, dirty vanity, which should also be called paranoia.

"Then why?"

"It's settled, isn't it? Berserk was born."

Huh, breath leaked out of Emily's mouth.

"Berserk, but?

"Yes, Berserk. Emily, you are an unmistakable genius. That's a miracle drug. I can't believe I'm turning people into things that people don't have to be. Oh, yeah. It's a miracle! Keep researching and see how much application you can produce! The consequences are obvious! It's a world transformation!

"Shh, Doctor..."

Down laughing high with one hand on his forehead like he was excited. The appearance is too unusual. From Emily's memory, her gentle and gentle down figure disappears.

"Definitely! This is a feat that makes history famous! Garbage is the same in front of Berserk, such as the results left by previous students! You'll be a historical figure! I'm that father! Leave your name as the father of change! Do you understand? - No, you don't get it. So I can tell you a joke about having a miracle in front of you and saying, 'This is dangerous, so let's get rid of it.'"

"Eh."

I made a pungent, dry noise and I could play the floor close to Emily. An excited down fired unexpectedly. Down gives me a disgustingly light smile when I breathe as I hah returned to me with the sound of the shots I emitted.

"I was in a hurry. No matter how much I preached about Berserk's" possibilities, "you didn't try to overturn the decision to destroy it. If I can't persuade you, I'll lose your trust and become a" father. "There is no temporal respite either. I didn't know when you were going to put your hands on the data."

"So you brought it up?

"That's right. Gamma Pharmaceutical executives had my godson, and I relied on him. I never thought of it as the organization behind this, but I thought it was heavenly luck. Finally, the time has come for me to be rewarded for continuing to serve others."

But things weren't that easy to carry. No matter how much we studied the stolen data or the original product, we couldn't make a special effect. In terms of weapons diversion, some data and applications were being made, but Caissis' plans to sprinkle Berserk himself and sell his own special effects were to be thwarted early on.

It was also extremely simple in terms of application, and it could not be made to roar the world as a very "miracle medicine".

There was a shortage of decisive things to make them.

Yes, the presence of Emily-Grant, the creator.

"The first incident, that cop, and Agent Warren were the ones who caught Caissis' breath. Isn't that right? Everything, to hunt me down and steer me so I can only rely on my teacher. myself, to develop research in Berserk."

"You're right. I was doing well along the way...... Really, it's something you did extra for me. The Sheriff's Department, and Rod and Dennis."

Packy, something broke. That's from behind Emily's chest. Something important, something I really cared about, sounded broken and smashed.

The sight of resurrection. A nightmare you'll never be able to forget.

- Milo, your brother is dead. Like being hit by a truck, Berserk killed me.

- Sam, your brother's dead. Ended up in Berserk.

- Jessica, your sister is dead. Sweet Sam, your brother broke my neck.

- Dennis, your brother is dead. Shoot yourself in the head to avoid Berserkenization.

- Rod, your brother is dead. Apologizing.

And

- Hedrick, your brother is dead. To protect Emily and the others.

I thought like my real brother. There was a dull spot, but he was honest, serene, like a comfortable breeze. There's no one beside me that's so relieved.

- Lissy, my sister is dead. To hide Emily. Become self-absorbed.

She was a woman I admired. There were some things that weren't honest, but no other woman was so sweet and cute. I was dreaming. Give me the sight of my favorite Hedric and Lissie tied together and laughing happily ever after.

I believed it.

Everyone in the down class said that one day, we could see such a lovely sight.

All of it...

"I pulled the trigger."

"Hmm?"

Taking her gaze off the neck tilting down, Emily slowly rose. Vanessa calls Emily small with a lingering voice of bitterness, but Emily misses her gaze just smiling.

"G., Grant, Doctor. Let it go, let it go. Ha."

"I'm sorry, Vanessa"

Full healing is not desired with the bullet remaining in the body, and the gut, which has received as many as four bullets, has not yet healed until the fracture, although the internal bleeding has healed. Therefore, Vanessa, full of trembling hands withstanding severe pain, loses grasp. Emily's hand.

"Please don't move, Emily"

Down points the gun back at stand-up Emily.

"Hopefully, I don't want to kill you. Even Hedrick and the others, it was an unfortunate accident, not my intention. So, please be nice."

"I pulled your trigger."

Block down the words and tell Emily to whine. How pitiful the item is, the tired white coat seems to reveal her heart.

He didn't know what Emily meant by words. Down, he tilted his neck again. To him like that, Emily continues with a heavy, dark voice.

"You weren't just a good man. Behind your heart, madness has been nesting. Your self-esteem, much stronger than a man's, your desire for praise was eroding you."

……

"That's what everyone was holding me back. Many seniors, everyone in the down class, their families. Yet I broke it. I let you pull the trigger that you were going to pull, but I didn't have to pull it - I was in you from the beginning, I woke up Berserk."

"Was I, from the beginning, Berserk? You tell me, Emily."

What should I describe Emily's expression with a soft-faced face? Troublesome, still crying, or determined to do something - a strange, transparent look.

"Because I'm the one who pulled the trigger to wake the monster - so even at the end, I pull the trigger"

"... you gonna shoot me?

There was a small pistol in Emily's hand that was raised. Vanessa's spare gun. He pulled it out when he got up. From behind, Vanessa said, "You mustn't, Dr. Grant!," he exclaims in a plundered voice.

Emily, are you going to shoot my father and me? I saved you. You saved me?

"Yes. I'll shoot. I will end you."

"Revenge?

"No. It's for you. And it's for me. I'm sure."

"... right"

Those who once called each other fathers and daughters point their guns at each other.

I don't see any big emotional twists in the intersecting gaze. But I'm sure there's an emotion being held like a bomb on the verge of an outbreak that words can't express. That's, maybe not only Emily, but also down.

"Then I have no choice. Goodbye, Emily."

"Yes, goodbye. Doctor."

The trigger was pulled. A dry burst sounds.

At the same time, the shadow leapt into the universe. A metal noise called kink sounds.

The bullet is cut in two. The divided bullet deviated greatly from the target and pierced the wall behind him.

"This is how you do it?

Staggered down the shadow. It was, indisputably, Kosuke who caught up with him.