Desire

Wrapping his whole body in armor, Prazel was wary of sharp, sensory-cutting attacks. It wasn't fast enough for Devello to chase you away with his black eyes, but it contained a willingness you couldn't stop.

“Amazing, amazing. ”

Praesel bursts into amazement. He reacts to Devello's sword with a sincere sense of joy. The armor that wrapped around Prazel's body was the best defense gear in the world without having to wear a will. A silly piece of armor that could be ignored by a clumsy mind, but Devello, who wields his sword against Prazel, has surpassed the category of 'clumsy’.

I had to. The opponent was already an outsider, not to be called a human. Levias is slashed by her sword and vanishes. This is remarkable. Levias, the Gray Mountains master, is half the size of Prazel, but he has survived in the palace for many years and proved his strength as a duke.

That's why Prazel was strong and fun. It's been a long time since I've had a real fight like this. In the Mahjong Dynasty, no one really challenged Prazel, and even if it was the same Duke, no one would fight first because they were afraid of each other's extinction. Praesel, who is regarded as the second man in the magic world, has been thirsty in battle because he has never been in a lifelong struggle or challenged.

“I never thought the person who made me feel this joy would become human! ”

Praesel waves her hands loudly, shouting in a joyful voice. The Black Magic Wave that covered Prazel's hand swept over Devello. Devello sets his straight sword at his side, not retreating.

It's a heart sword with a black shape that swings silently. The waves that hit us split. Beyond the solid waves, Prazel reaches out for both hands. An attack aimed solely at destruction was forged without glamour.

Pleasure. Devello's heart yearns for it. Soon, it became unshakeable. Devello's sword does not move. It doesn't seem to be moving. It was too soon.

Pabba Bak! Praesel's armor cracks and blood spills from the cracks. Despite the pain of burning nerves, Prazel bursts into laughter. The wound regenerates immediately, and Prazel reaches out and grabs Devello's neck. Devello takes a half-step back and lowers himself. The downward sword rises diagonally.

The sword was faster than the light. Praesel's right arm, which had been extended forward, was cut off and flew into the sky. I can let you cut as much as you want. This is how only the immortal can fight wounds that can be regenerated instantly. By cutting off his right arm, there is a small gap in Devello's attack, and Prazel does not miss it.

Devello's feet collapse. The depression was not deep, but it was enough to slightly dislodge Devello's posture that he was concentrating on. As Devello's body twists, Prazel throws himself over and digs into Devello's arms. An outstretched left hand points toward Devello's chest.

Kuoooo! Devello's body shakes with a heavy voice. Black blood flowed between my tightly closed lips. Praesel attacks in succession, and Devello moves his feet as he picks up internal injuries. Devello's mind is wrapped around every step of the way. The battle between Prazel and Devello soon became a form of mutual determination.

Their intentions were equal. It was unbelievable. Devello's will to live for decades is equivalent to that of Prazel, who has lived for thousands of years. Just a few months ago, Devello was at a much lower level than Azin.

But not now. The sheer intensity of Devello's arrival suddenly surpasses Azin. Unlike Azin, who was fooled by the will of Prazel, Devello was fighting equal battles with Prazel.

because I wanted to change. Devello closed his mind and refused to communicate, wanting to change his mind. It was only Ajin who gave me a reason to change. Look at Camilla, look at Ajin. Devello decided he wanted to change.

And I succeeded in changing. The blameless drama that did not match her mind quickly resonated with her talents as she opened her heart and accepted her emotions. That genius.

How absurd.

Ajin sat down and saw it all. Just a few months ago, Devello, who was weaker than himself, saw an equal fight with Prazel. The battle between Prazel and Devello was so unbelievable that even though Azin was looking directly at it, he didn't know how it was going to unfold. The world they were hanging out in was so high that it was hard for even Azin to peep. Their movements were faster than Azin's eyes. The workshop they shared was so high that they couldn't even think of any response or tactics as azin.

Disgusting.

Azin clenches his fist. The feeling you're feeling. What this feeling is like, pulling it up from deep inside your heart, burning your brain and numbing your nerves. Azin knew better. I knew too well. It was an emotion that I felt for a very long time, and I rather missed it.

Inferiority.

I've been aware of it for a very long time. And I haven't felt inferiority lately. I had no reason to feel. Among many players in the world, Azin was the strongest. No talent. Noya laughed at it that way, but even so, Ajin was stronger than anyone else in the game.

You defeated Devello, the genius of genius. Azin was stronger than Devello. Yeah, just a few months ago. But not now. Devello is... too far away. Away from where Ajin dares not reach.

That was fucked up.

Yeah, it was fucked up.

Azin clenches his fist. Blood sand shatters in the palm of Azin's hand. Inferiority incited anger, and anger became hatred. Hate for what? You don't have the talent? Or is it Devello, who is so incredibly talented? A helpless person who can't do anything at this moment? What makes you feel hatred and anger?

All of it.

In everything, he felt hatred. It became a tiresome and dark murder. I wanted to kill someone. Devello or Prazel? The Demon King or the whole world?

All of it.

This will lead to the same answer again. Azin's murder was directed at all of it. A helpless self sitting here. I feel inferior to Devello, who was born with a ridiculous talent, and I kill him. He has hatred and murder against Prazel, who mocks and mocks. The Demon King. Even to the Demon King who had not yet appeared. Azin staggers and rises up.

You can't do anything by killing yourself.

Can bugs kill humans by killing them? It's a right door. Worms have to kill to get to know each other. No matter how hard you try, if you don't have the poison to kill Humans, bugs can't kill Humans. Likewise. Asin's murder doesn't mean he can kill Devello. It's not enough to kill Prazel, not to mention the Demon King.

Because there's nothing you can do about it. Murder can only be a trigger. In order to kill someone, you have to commit murder, and you have to wield certain death.

Azin is learning nonpolarity. Nonpolarity is influenced by emotion. It wasn't wrong, but it wasn't a perfect answer. Promoting non-polarity is not about emotion, but about me. Direction is not important. When humans hope for change and change, it leads to nonpolarity. Humans can change, but they can't.

Ajin has changed. He wants to change.

To be precise, the change in azine was not forward, but back before. Raw snow, Persian, Camilla. Among other things, the humanity of azin has changed with various encounters. I was returning to before this moment.

When Camilla was abducted. Just like Camilla was hurt.

Boom.

You are in the middle of a firefight. Something is caught in Prazel's senses, which were in an equal fight with Devello. Prazel flinches and feels the urge to see where the senses warn her, but Devello's slash did not make Prazel sell an eye.

What is it?

Irritating. It looks like there's a small thorn embedded in the bottom of your invisible foot. The presence of that thorn... annoys me. No, it's not a thorn. The spine grows larger. The pain that comes through the lightning has already surpassed the area of irritation. Prazel hurriedly pulls herself back and turns her head to the place she wanted to see.

Ajin rises to his feet. Shin Ji-man Jin. The shaman who controls the natural guardians around him has turned his surroundings into a dark night. The artificial night unfolded behind Ajin's back looked like a black cloak swayed by the wind and looked like an expanded wing.

Either way, it's a metaphor. At least this was clear. The azine that Prazel saw...

Beyond the realm of man.

I rather miss and get used to the strange feeling of camouflage. Just as with the killing, inferiority and hatred he felt, Azin was accustomed to the transcendent senses that surround his body now. A few years ago... he felt like this. Azin gripped and stretched his hands, feeling a laughter in vain.

“Are we there yet? ”

It's been a few years. Noya's intervention has caused me to lose consciousness. But not now. Noya will not intervene in this situation. Because the Demon King has already come. Azin turns his eyes back and looks around. It was understood how the black darkness that flowed around it was composed. It wasn't just that. The flow of chi. I see it all. Azin moves his hand. The direction of the flow varies depending on how you intervene with the flow. Yeah, that's weird. Azin reassures and looks over at Prazel.

Praesel opens her mouth halfway and looks at Azin. Devello stops swinging his sword and sees pain. No way. Prazel mutters. It's only been a few minutes. You crossed the line in less than a few minutes?

“You've finally done it. ”

It wasn't Prazel who said that.

A black light falls on the ground. The sand in the desert rises up and sets down again, creating a massive sand wind. The war stopped for a while because of a sudden supernatural disaster. As the sand winds subside, Prazel immediately kneels and lowers his head. Praesel wasn't the only one who did it. All the Mages bowed down and worshiped the coming creature.

“It wouldn't have meant anything. ”

The Demon King came down and muttered. Azin stares at the Demon King. Devello's first encounter with the Demon King solidified his position. All of Devello's skilled artisans have issued a warning. The man in front of me has terrible power. It was Devello who destroyed the duc, Levias, and waged an equal battle with Prazel, but was overwhelmed by the presence of the Demon King.

“You still don't want to kill her, do you? ”

The Demon King asked for Azin.

Ajin didn't answer.