Do You Think You Can Run After Reincarnating, Nii-san?

It was a fucking life.

It was like stepping on someone else's life, squeezing it out like a fruit, and just sipping and living the sweet juice supernatant you saved that way - that was the best fucking life I ever had.

It wasn't like that from the beginning.

In any age, in any society, there are children who are not welcome to be born - and children who are left in the wild mountains alive, as if they were thrown away even after smoking, as well.

Aaron Bruit was one of those kids.

It was supposed to be one of those kids - dumped in these mountains before he could even feel his heart, dying without a name.

It was, for one, the Spirit who dwelt in him that connected his destiny.

"Morax of the outer idols".

The mountain where he was abandoned turned into a labyrinth by the power of his Spirit, protecting him from all threats.

And it was certain demons summoned to the labyrinth that raised him and gave him the knowledge and philosophy to live.

It was an odd demon.

Wise, knowledgeable, intelligent.

It also looks elegant and looks like a kedamono.

It was also close to humans and sometimes felt like something more than that.

The demon told Aaron, a young man, a similar mindset to imperialism.

- We are the ones who give the humans the test.

- We must always adjudicate humans fairly and identify qualities.

I don't know what that means.

He didn't tell me why.

Still, it was enough to define the personality of a child who didn't even know the words.

Aaron used the mountains he was born and raised as his root castle, giving the strayed humans their own trials.

But most of them lost their lives - the deeds were seen by human society as murder.

Eventually, the spiritualists came to the exorcism.

Aaron imposed a test on them, like the rest of the humans - and defeated them, mourning the demons that were his protégé.

Naturally, and he accepted.

The challengers have survived the trial, because it is only the result.

Jack Lieber told me about this.

"You're like the NPC of the game."

If you ask me what I mean, it sounds like a stage device.

I see, he thought.

I've been like a haribote ever since I thought of myself.

I did not produce anything myself and tried others with my eyes from above...... as a result I had no doubt whatsoever about taking something from others.

The philosophy itself, in the end, was vague about who it was, even though it wasn't even known where it came from.

I'm a rogue nobleman.

Never means nicely.

I was born a villain for no reason, I have no doubts about it, and I am allowed to exploit it from others as fated - such a natural evil, born on a star that sucks once and for all in the world, as if it were an ogre villain.

He remained a scoundrel, even after being picked up by criminal organizations and given the name Aaron Bruit.

I have only lived by unilaterally taking what someone has produced.

Doesn't fill myself with doing so either...... I just knew how to be there.

So a man named Aaron Bruit is just a haribote.

A stage device for the role of a villain, who is planted with a philosophy that doesn't even make sense in a being that doesn't know who it is, and who exchanges evil just to exchange evil.

To that fact...... when it was really empty, I first noticed it.

Philosophical zombies - soulless people.

For the first time, my imagination worked.

Oh - I wonder what kind of people the zombies other than me were.

Did you have a wife?

Did you have children?

Was there a job to be respected?

- Compared to them, is my presence commensurate?

The answer was no.

I don't even have to think about it.

If you survive anyway - you should have been someone other than me.

Come on, let's get this over with.

To this remnant of the loss of time, please, a thorough bad-end.

Because scoundrels can only leave nothing behind by scattering miserably.

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Violently destroying Aaron's silhouette, enlarged, right arm.

I see it, and I run scared on my spine.

To see it, it was not a human arm.

No matter how much muscle I put on it, it couldn't have been that alien.

That thickness.

That size.

That skin color......!

That is - Oak's arm......!!

"My body... on my behalf...!?

The demons summoned by [Labyrinth of Trials] can basically only exist within the dungeon.

But if we turn real creatures into generations, we can continue to exist outside the dungeons.

Goblins and oaks, Wyburn and Manticore, which make up much of the Demon King's Army, were transformed by the [Labyrinth of Trials] by what was originally a normal animal.

But I haven't solved the dungeonization yet.

The sky above Bill Street remains covered in a dark dome.

Yet why bother to subordinate yourself......!?

"Ha ha... that face, I knew you didn't know. That's the limit of monkey imitation."

Undressed and distorted his hegeless face, Aaron confronts me.

"How pointing the demon at you must be your opponent. Miscellaneous fish are cluttered no matter how much they gather. But...!

My left arm.

My right leg.

My left leg.

One after another - it degenerates.

The left arm is on the arm with a vicious hook claw.

Your right leg is like an ostrich for supple feet.

The left leg is on the leg of a giant meshed muscle bone.

Separate demons, in different parts......!

"This way, if you 'connect' my body and bring it together -"

It was the wings of the dragon, similar to that of the bat, that gained momentum from the backs of Basaac and Aaron.

Right after.

Soon after the wind shook my hair - Aaron was waving his hook and nail up in front of me.

"Ugh...!

[Nesting Permeable Wings].

A belated wind pressure blows my body like a leaf.

Shortly afterwards, a wiggled hook claw cut my hair a thousand times.

With the momentum of the universe, I am slapped from my back against the outer wall of the next building.

his face as he clogged his breath. At that time,

"- Miscellaneous fish, but it gets a little better"

Once again, Aaron, who had become anomalous, was imminent in front of him.

Ha ha.

As soon as the arm of an unusually swollen oak swung up, I reflexively sought to protect my life.

[Armament of Thunder] to [Bloodless].

The connections developed by the power of the "Orobus of Honest " reject the killing on this occasion.

Shortly afterwards, the begun rush of giant arms and hook claws made my whole body a fishing bottle.

Not one scratch on my skin. "Spiritual Power" inflicted from the [Bloodless Supremacy] junction replaces all damage.

... Ma, no...!

The drain of spiritual power is too intense......!

Keep it up and let Element Out......!

Bigiri, and there was a noise from behind.

Then instantly the back wall collapsed and I rolled onto the floor inside the building.

Thanks......!

But it's dangerous to rely on [bloodless] any more.

Once you have lifted the bond, the lost spiritual power will not return.

Urgent evasion by the killing nullification junction is a one-time back hand......!

"You don't like meat bullet fights, Elf's daughter"

From an empty hole in the wall, the alien Aaron steps in with a mistletoe rattling the floor.

The floor chirping turned into a violent destructive sound the next moment.

An alien giant looms as he kicks a desk lined up indoors.

You don't like meat bullet fights?

That...!

"- Nah......!!

To the imminent body I packed my own distance and put an upper around my abdomen.

At the same time, Aaron weighs zero by using the [nested permeable wing].

The giant blew momentum straight up and jumped to the ceiling.

Now we're in space swimming for a while. You know, a decent move...

Gapari, and Aaron opened his mouth wide.

The mouth itself, no matter how you look at it, is human.

But what burst from the oral cavity shortly afterwards is never possible in humans - red lotus flames!

No way...... even the gut is for demons!?

The interception was not made in time.

It was best to roll unnecessarily into the escape route made with [a miraculous void hole].

I was talking about the rough end, so the destination is a boulevard just around the corner.

Out in the middle of the road, where neither man nor carriage passes, I think I should instinctively hide.

Instinct screamed that we shouldn't fight.

Why?

That's......

"Dude, you forgot?

On a deserted boulevard, an alien shadow fell.

"Dungeon masters can constantly monitor challengers - and they can also move freely around the dungeons. He says it's impossible to escape and hide.... Don't tell me it's unfair, huh? It's your fault you're too strong."

[Labyrinth of Trials] can basically only create dungeons that correspond to the power of the challenger, and also make them impossible to clear.

At first glance, that constraint, which only seems to stand in the way, also means that if you return the back, you can fight each other with how strong your opponents are.

But......

I stand up and look to a man who has replaced his limbs with multiple demons.

"I can't believe you summon so many demons to subordinate yourself...! If you do that, your mind, your personality will soon..."

"Mind or personality?

Damn, and the end of Aaron's mouth went up to mock himself.

Shortly afterwards, the figure disappeared like smoke - the giant arm of the oak holding my body to the ground.

The all-powerful grip tightens my hips...!

"Kuh......!

- Where is it, something like that?

There is no expression on Aaron's face that he tells as he looks down into my eyes.

It's like empty - like haribote, faceless.

And the next moment.

Finally, even that face lost the contour of a person.

The nose and mouth stretched long, the scales covered the skin, and what emerged was the face of a monster as if he had mixed people with reptiles.

And his mouth, which was full of goose teeth, shall be opened, and he shall bite my face to pieces.

If this happens...... I have no choice.

If I do not do it, I will do it.

That's all, I don't care...!

[Bloodless Flame] was pulled in and set in an empty slot, [Dawn Light].

"... sorry.........!!

An alien man flames bright blue.

I can't choose what I burn like Azerea, I burn to my own body, but I can heal as many burns as I want later......!

Fortunately, just enough to burn into my clothes, the grip on Oak's giant arm weakened.

I rush out, and pay for the pale flames that have moved into my clothes, and put them out.

The shadow of the anomaly was shaking in the pale flame.

The skin rots, the meat melts down, and the bones peek.

Moreover - Aaron Bruit does not fall.

"I'm here, I'm nowhere. Everything crumbled before I knew it.... No - from the start, you didn't do anything."

What a burning mouth.

My throat burned out.

Yet Aaron Bruit keeps talking.

"What we have here is just a moving corpse. Soulless philosophical zombies. Hot or painful, all you can do is pretend to feel, remnants of the villains -"

Finally, nothing burns.

When the pale flames became countless firepowders and scattered all over the universe...

There, there was just a bone.

There were just skeletons.

It's just - there was a body.

"- Answer me. Where am I supposed to be like this with my heart and my personality?