Desire

I didn't die.

Lina looks relieved, barely sober. Daisy blinks slightly, her senses wide open, and then jumps to her feet. His stammering hands tremble a little. The face that collapsed was strained, but it was pulling back.

If it were true, it would be dead. But because it's a game, it's alive. Even with his face down, he still had his stamina, and as soon as he was recovered from Hiller, he didn't die. Daisy takes a deep breath and squeezes it over her forehead.

“... what happened? ”

Memory's blurry. After the attack... What happened? Daisy looks around.

“I mean, I got punched in the face by Drake. ”

Lina stammers, but Daisy can't listen to her. She stares blankly at Azin and Jeremiah.

Ultimate melee combat. They stick together, keeping each other close. The whole thing of avoidance is to move your feet a little bit, bend your torso, and beat your teeth. No big swings, short, crooked fists, and biting joints. The speed at which it travels is too fast. The daisy that was dazzling it.

“... it's not fair. ”

I muttered unknowingly. I knew Azin was strong. The skill he learned is special and powerful. Daisy thought that was it. No matter how real it may be, the world is a game after all, and individual strength is divided into what you have learned and how to use it. Azin was strong because he learned a skill stronger than anyone else, and that was all he thought. I never thought that I would be greatly lacking if I excluded it. If he had mastered a skill like Azin, that would be enough. I thought so.

It was also the last pride Daisy had. It was a masturbation because I didn't want to admit I was lacking. But even that was denied now. Daisy stands dazed, staring at Azin and Jeremiah. She couldn't keep up with the fast-moving workshop, and even if she was there instead of sick, she couldn't think she'd be able to move like that.

Is that a skill, too? Maybe. But a skill is a skill after all, and how to use it is most important. Can I spread my skills in that breathtaking workshop? Daisy denies it in her heart.

“... it's not fair. ”

Daisy mutters again.

A little distance would be better.

"No."

Without touching the tip of the chin, Azin turns his torso a little further back. Reach the waist limit. Even if you release a little power, you will lose your balance and fall. Azin turns his arms back and lands on the ground. Cough. As you brace your arms and support yourself, Ajin's legs swing like a windmill. Purple! I kicked Jeremiah in the back with all my strength, but all Jeremiah does is whistle. Ajin gritted his teeth.

"What's so hard about it? ’

After several attacks, Jeremiah only gives a slight howl and does not fall or vomit blood. His face was still cold and his mouth did not groan. Is there not enough power? Of course you are. We can't use the Forge, we can't use the Thousand Machine. All you can use is salmon dissolved in your body and senses. That alone lacks power.

‘There's nothing I can do. ’

That's why we can't keep our distance. You can't attack strongly with big moves, and now Azin is only better than Jeremiah at speed. Catches the flow with a short stroke at close range. Heat & Run? I'm sure that's okay, but if I keep my distance for no reason... Ajin grinds his teeth.

‘He's a wizard. ’

I'm not forgetting that. Drake wielding magic... It was different from what Azin knew, but it was the same when he saw Persian. Vampires in the daytime. The aerial, magical, and supernatural abilities have been passed on in the previous single game, but not the characteristics of monsters. Well, I have no choice. Previous games were literally games, but First is another world, not a game. NPC is an actual human being that has been manipulated from another world, and Persian classified as a monster was also a living being, not a polygon mass.

If all living things in the world are like that, it is only right to assume that Jeremiah was not created, but a monster passed over. It's no surprise that Drake uses magic.

‘You have to think of yourself as a decent wizard to use a polymorph. ’

But it is not complete and clumsy. It may have been intended to look like that in the first place, but it may simply not have completely hidden its features. After all, he has succeeded in Polymorphism, and Jeremiah should be considered an excellent wizard. It would be foolish to give the Wizard some space.

‘Cause I'm better at melee combat. ’

You don't have to take risks and keep your distance. Jeremiah's body is so hard that he can't get the results he wants, but now Jeremiah is not power. Maybe they're moving too fast. In fact, they may be watching, avoiding and welcoming. Why? I could think of reasons not to be difficult. This is a test. You don't have to do everything you can, and once you've proven a certain degree of credentials, it's over. Even when attacking Daisy and Hogwarts, Jeremiah's attitude was dry. If it was power, Daisy and the sewers wouldn't have made it.

‘Me, too. ’

It is admittedly, Azin turns his hand in front of the ship. Don't hit. Push. A palm without a fist strikes Jeremiah in the chest. As Jeremiah's torso wiggles slightly backwards, Azin reaches forward. Jeremiah's got long, thick arms. That is why the action taken in the attack must be greater than the azine. Azin watches Jeremiah's shoulder twitch. My arms rose... and it hurt faster than that. The back of his hand bounces off Jeremiah's neck like a whip.

Jeremiah's torso wiggles a little further back. Constantly connects. Azin clenches his fist. A punch that protrudes from the ground, Azin plunges into the ground like lightning. Jeremiah's knee bends slightly to fit into Azin's fist for balance.

Twist your torso. Stick a rotational rebound through your elbow to the side and raise your left fist upward, striking Jeremiah on the neck again.

And then rotate the torso again. As a boxer strikes a hook, Azin's fist is once again placed on Jeremiah's side. Immediately folds the fist into Jeremiah's abdomen with a short cut. The Pokémon never stops attacking. Continue to strike where you can see it. Jeremiah's body continues to twist, and Azin feels nervous.

‘I'm not going down...! ’

Go on, go on. Jeremiah continues the assault without stopping, but does not collapse. There is no attack. He just stands still and is attacked by Azin. He neither counteracts nor dodges nor defends. I feel like I'm tapping an immobile sandbag. A little harder, a little harder. Ajin raises the inner air. It's the inner air of 2000, but if you want to use it, you can use it. The blurry red aura on Azin's fist is young. He was infinitely weaker than he was when he got the ball right.

The Pokémon doesn't stop attacking.

Kuang! Jeremiah's body shakes sharply. Jeremiah's eyes narrow as his flabby torso whizzes back. Ajin grinds his teeth. A big swing of the shoulder pierces Jeremiah's chest with a thrown fist. I feel like I'm hitting a squirrel that won't fall down again. Azin reaches out and leaps over Jeremiah's knee. Knng! A crooked knee is placed on Jeremiah's face, and he slaps Jeremiah's head again with a swinging fist as he falls.

“Hmm."

Jeremiah stumbles back and screams. Azin sighs and stares at Jeremiah. I felt like I was burning up. It was a little hard to keep moving and repeating the corresponding.

“... it's strange. ”

Jeremiah opens his mouth. He looks at the exhaling pain and touches his face. The angled face didn't collapse after a few punches, and it wasn't even bleeding on its nose and lips.

“It's great to react, to move. I can't even imagine being human. But... it's too light. ”

Jeremiah mutters, moving her head. The sound of a bone thumping heavily echoes.

“We're compensating at speed, but nothing more. The last few times were pretty heavy... but not threatening. You're weird.”

Jeremiah looks a little different. He was a face he couldn't understand. Jeremiah touches her body with large, thick hands. Several hits to the chest, shoulders, stomach. I struggled because of my lack of strength and deliberately aimed for the same place. To accumulate damage, but not enough.

“It's not balanced. You have to have that kind of power to move at that speed... What, you? ”

I can't help it. Movement speed can take the power of an occupied internal aircraft, but it cannot fully inflate the attack.

“I can't help it. ”

You leap in with a light scent of Raw Snow. She smiles and hands over the back of her head that came over her shoulder. She gives Ajin a glance and looks at Jeremiah without removing her smile.

“He's so foolish and weak, I made a bit of a joke. ”

“.. what do you mean? ”

Jeremiah looks a little wary and asks. Jeremiah was powerful, but nothing compared to the power of the Black Snow. Even if I return to my sincerity and do everything I can, I still can't hurt them. Twenty years ago, wounds were impossible to reverse, rather than hurt them. Is it a little different now? Jeremiah admitted it.

“I sealed up his power a little. You know what I'm saying? ”

The scent of Raw Snow twisted her lips. In response, Jeremiah squeezes her lips together and looks at the smell of Raw Snow. Jeremiah, who was staring at her for a moment, stood behind the scent of Raw Snow and turned her gaze to the breathing azin.

“That would be great. ”

He nods low and mutters. If you are constrained in power and you confront yourself like this, it is sufficient to receive recognition. Even if Jeremiah did not return to sincerity and fought in an unfamiliar polymorphic flesh, and did not use magic, we would have to admit, even if man had confronted himself this far.

“You deserve it. ”

Jeremiah said in a low voice.

“I acknowledge you. You may go beyond these cliffs to a mountain ruled by my master. ”

“That's how it's gonna be. ”

The scent of Raw Snow glanced back at Azin with a smile on its face. Azin stares through Jeremiah, ignoring her breastplate as if it were her virtue.

“What about the rest?"

Azin asks. He turns his gaze to Daisy and the sewer, and looks at Lina. Your own party, which was written for exploration purposes only, but did not serve any more roles. The longest party that Ajin has shared since he started this game with us in the wild.

“They don't deserve it. ”

Jeremiah said without even giving them a look. In saying that, he shut up for a moment. He sees Daisy's expression distorted, Lina weeping, and the sewers bowing their heads.

“I see.”

Azin smiled and replied.

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Replies to comments from Haagendatsu in the previous page.

The expression "same talent" refers to the talent that is hidden in the avatar (flesh) that all players have been given. It's stronger than others, faster than others, and without that, the starting conditions are the same. But just because the physical conditions are the same doesn't make any difference. The natural talents of the physical body, like the Battlesense and the innate reflexes mentioned a few times, are transcending. They thought it was a gift of the mind, not of the physical condition, but of the battlefield of Azin or of Devello's reflexes. Sorry to make you feel like this is an error