Armed Summoners - Black Spears and the Brave Men of the Other World

"So, are you ready to see which door you will be challenged through?

"Oh."

Although I was concerned about some challenging, albeit hospitable, way of saying about the mourning woman, Setsuna, responding with few words, stood next to the left of the front door, in front of the smooth glossy black door. The door, the same was true of the front, but there was no handle, and the black door didn't even have a keyhole.

"How do you open it?

"Touch it. That way..."

The words of the mourning woman were deafened along the way because every sensation was cut off the moment Setuna touched the surface of the door and recognized its chillness. If the feeling of being touching the door disappeared, it would turn black in front of me, smell nothing, and I couldn't hear a sound.

It resembled a sense of spatial metastasis, so Setuna was only fit and never attacked by anxiety or fear. Resurrection of the disconnected senses. I just waited for that, and let my face wander into the pain of being filled with the stench of my nostrils and muddy water from my mouth to my stomach at the same time as the resurrection of my five senses, that I might have been dropped into a sea of filth.

No, in fact, my hands, my legs, my head, my torso were deeply immersed in dirty water, and I was able to lift myself up and finally get my face off the water, but the next thing I know, it was the problem. Though I could spit out the contents of my stomach, I couldn't erase the unpleasant feeling and stench that remained in my mouth. On top of that, even raising the eyelid was painful, and the moment the eyelid was raised slightly, the dirty water irritated the eyeball and the tingling pain struck. Close your eyes as you're about to scream. But the pain that struck the eyeball once did not disappear because he closed his eyes, but rather felt Setuna herself crush the escape, and he cursed his own detours.

(What the fuck!

Setsuna wanted to shout out in her voice.

(If I touch the door, what the hell is going on in the sewage or something!?

Besides, it's not just dirty water. The intense stench was irritating, and the throat and stomach in the mouth were no longer the same. It was complaining about the heat and pain of rotting the eyes and other things. Though this is hell and it is bearable because the flesh is something that does not involve reality, I must have thought that if it were my true self painted on this filth, I would rather die. In fact, the problem, even now, was so intense that it seemed too terrible to be a trial.

Still, I couldn't keep drifting over the sewage, searching for land or something to grab, and swimming around. Sometimes dirty water jumped into my mouth while I was swimming, but I didn't feel like I was being tortured rather than tested, apart from being overwhelmed.

Setuna's fingertips touched something in such endless, invisible pain. The magnitude of the joy of the moment was so great that he had never experienced it before in his life, and when he ascertained the feeling with both hands, he climbed with his eyes closed. Though the whole body, sewage paint and clothes were heavier by sucking water, and it was not difficult to stick to the body and move, there was no problem with the climbing itself.

The feel of the ground, confirmed by the hands and feet, seemed to be rigid and made of something different from sand and soil. Two, I would imagine something like a weir surrounding a sewage reservoir, but that wouldn't happen.

Then wipe the moisture off your eyes with your fingertips and slowly open your eyes. My eyes are still complaining of pain, but that's not why I keep my eyes closed forever. You have to find out what's happening to you in this place.

Otherwise, we can't even finish the trial.

The vision I secured with the pain of countless needles stabbing my eyeballs didn't change as much as I'd hoped. In other words, the darkness close to ignorance envelops our sight, and we can't help but see what's going on around us. The ground at the foot is also black and I can't tell what kind of material it is. Looking back, we can see that the sewage Setuna has been swimming in is apparently as vast as the sea. It's not as far as I can see, but it can be judged by the slightest amount of light reflected between the waves.

While I think that the fouling water filled with stench has accumulated so much, I also think that it is not impossible if it has nothing to do with reality.

This hell is never real.

That has been proven by Setuna through herself. No matter how many times you die, no matter how many times you are killed, it can't be real or anything, because you only leave a sense of death behind and you come back to life. Setuna is just a human being, not an immortal being or anything. Until then if you die. It will leave a wound, and there's no way you can be safe with your arm cut off. But in this hell, that had nothing to do with it. No matter how much damage you get, no matter how brutally murdered you are, everything is back to normal if you realize it.

All that remained was a sense of defeat and death, one scar, and no.

Therefore, this sea of sewage is not real.

That concludes, off the spot.

The sea of fouling water is also a sea of stench and irritation. Though it became somewhat just up from the sea, it still smelled so intense that it seemed dazzling just standing by the sea. My nose is going crazy. No, isn't it already broken? So maybe he could have stood flat in front of a sea of stimulating odors.

There was no indication that the eye pain had settled somewhat or that the pain causing the whole body would ever subside. That would be the case, too. The clothes you're wearing suck in plenty of dirt water and stick it all over your body. If you don't take off your clothes and squeeze out the dirty water, you could keep walking with this pain.

Nevertheless, it was not if you were stopping and taking off your clothes.

A few minutes walking from the shore, the light was shining in my front right hand.

The light that plunged through the darkness of heaven was too fantastic to even think like the hand of salvation extended into this torturous world. But if you look at the downpouring point of that light, it is clear that it is not. In the first place, I already know that there is no such thing as salvation in this hell. I'm not even expecting it.

(That's...)

Setuna gazed as she turned her legs to the light.

The light pouring down from heaven was like a pillar that supported heaven and earth, and at the root of that pillar was like a black altar. And one weapon stands on the altar. The giant weapon, even from a distance, looked familiar. Big black spear. The unique shape with which the tip of the ear draws the spiral will not be so forgotten at first glance.

Lance of Designer.

That door meant that the six relatives of the black spear were connected to one, the trial of Lance of Design. And I guess it would mean that being able to paint on this filth would be a consistent part of the trial, but Setsuna couldn't help but think that it was too bad a hobby, and she couldn't help blaming Lance of Designer.

Even if I were to try Setuna, there would have been more to do.

"But if this is a reflection of your heart, then no one can complain."

Suddenly he was whispered in Setuna's ear. That was a voice he had heard. Turning instantly, the shadow crosses his sight and reaches the source of Lance of Design in an instant. When Setuna's eyes caught up, it was nestled in a pillar of light. A black man, the only person I can describe. Long skinny body. White skin and bright red eyes emit different colors in black hair, black outfits, etc. The hand touches the Lance of Design pattern.

Once upon a time, it was the Lance of Design itself that I saw during my dreams. And I can also imagine that that's what Lance of Designer really looks like, because the identity of the black spear is waiting on the top floor of this tower. I guess the same goes for the rest of the family. It is the shape of the weapon as a protective weapon that is the incarnation.

"My heart?

"That's right. This is what this filthy world is all about, your heart itself."

The man, pulling Lance of Designer out of the altar, has pointed his cut at this way. The pillars of light disappear and darkness comes.

"No human being is as greedy as your lord. You can be proud, Setuna-Kamiya."

To his sarcastic words, Setuna narrowed her eyes.