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[29th] Kind Molang

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A little while ago, I was hesitant to deal with discos, but my priorities have not changed at this time.

Ooooo -

I twisted space to prevent that doll from dodging.

This is the 100th floor of the Demon King's Tower.

It extends to a four dimensional space that is much wider than the actual area of the tower so as not to limit a warrior's evasive maneuver.

But now you don't have to be so considerate.

The opponent is not a warrior, but an apparent invader aiming for his hometown.

“Crush.”

Parker!

Shhh!

Molandroid, which should have been turned into scrap, breaks through the walls of the tower.

That's persistent.

What is that absurd cutting force?

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Boom!

I have spontaneously created a Molasses.

As the 800,000-equivalent Fantasy Dimensions come together, Molanca's performance is even superior to my student impersonation.

"Copy."

Boop, boop, boop, boop, boop...

Summoned more Morangsta.

I hold one sack, and the other is filled to the sky like a pearl hanging from a cave.

‘Falling.’

A rain of blades pours down on me towards Molandroid.

Tsk, tsk, tsk...

It doesn't matter if you stop it.

Tsk, tsk, tsk...

I will summon Morangsta endlessly until that android is destroyed and turned to scrap.

Tsk, tsk, tsk...

I don't get tired first.

Tsk, tsk, tsk...

But when will it be destroyed?

Tsk, tsk, tsk...

I don't see any signs of destruction.

“... a monster. ”

Molandroid charged at me with all his blades with his two swords.

I wasn't avoiding.

“I salute your arrogance and your exploits for not avoiding the incoming battle. You let them in because you don't know about Molandroid. ”

“So?”

“I was mocking your inefficient judgment of cutting the odds yourself. Don't you even realize you're being ridiculed? ”

“... you're annoying. ”

I will cut off my arms and legs and leave only my head and torso for decoration on the wall.

I wonder if I can talk like that.

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As Parmael did, I accelerated the movement of my body.

And the chatty android's time has slowed down to reverse.

The effect was clear.

“...... ”

The relatively slow Molandroid was barely able to stop the rainy Molandra star.

At that rate, it will stop from my point of view.

You seem confident before approaching the can topic, but if you can't move, it won't do you any good.

“You're being sarcastic.”

“... I've been waiting for you to be so judgmental and alert. ”

“Crazy…! ”

I couldn't avoid it.

The android, which I thought was slow, moves surprisingly fast, slowing down its response.

Screaming!

I was going to cut off your limbs, but I cut them in reverse.

Shhhhh...

His right arm was severed and dropped.

I wasn't careless.

As soon as I saw the wound on my neck, the membrane that compressed the dark matter was stacked on top of my skin.

But it didn't work.

It's beyond me.

“Describe it kindly for you, thirsty for information. Molaroids are coated with a novelty resistant alloy. It's also emitting high-frequency waves that analyze your personality to weaken your physical strength. ”

“...... ”

I didn't mix words.

Let's not get involved.

There can't be such a convenient, versatile Android in the world.

Glug.

The severed right arm quickly regenerated.

There was a slight resistance in the cutting edges that impeded regeneration, but not to be alarmed.

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I focused on the acceleration of my body.

But it's frustrating.

I want to drain at least 500 times the speed I want, but only 5 times faster.

I can't get rid of it.

“Your credentials have been compromised. Attributes are time and space. Copies, edits, stores and playbacks of the fantasy world's belonging to you. But creativity sucks. ”

“... shut up. ”

Boom!

I hold the newly summoned Molasses in my restored right hand.

Ting, Ting, Ting-

Molandroid was approaching me with his sword, one by one, raining like rain.

You look very relaxed when you see them hanging around.

"Acceleration."

But don't forget.

The opponent is a machine.

Unlike humans who are less focused when working at the same time, you should think of your nose and body as completely separate like a dual computer.

There's nothing to be nervous about.

Ting-shucker!

Aaaaah!

“Phew!”

The workshop was decided in an instant.

I simply bounced back and cut off my right arm again, cutting it deep into my flank.

A rookie sword fight with a master.

It was such an overwhelming difference in skill.

“This is driving me crazy! ”

Compared to that android, Boris was a toddler toy.

Fath-

I escaped from the Demon King's Tower.

The tower was meant to be locked up in a cage so that Moraleoyd wouldn't escape, but I couldn't hold on, so I escaped first.

But I can't help it. You can't even fight in melee.

Keep your distance.

“You're late.”

“Be persistent!”

However, the distance caught once did not show any distance.

Friendly description follows.

“Give up. Moraleloid has 314 trillion, 1592 trillion, 6535 trillion, 8993 black marks on it that can cope with 314 trillion, 1592, 355 billion, 8993 black marks. It also has an auto-defense system built into the body of a warlord that bounces off an infinite blade with instinct. ”

“... and kind. ”

What kind of sword.

314 trillion. I don't know how to do crazy numbers, but I know you're a hell of a knife guy.

This, obviously, is a lack of information.

You've challenged the android with a sword that specializes in melee combat, so it can't be your opponent.

But why...?

“Is Molandroid suspicious of informing the enemy? This is not high-end information. You're a fucking hillbilly god, so you don't even know the basics. ”

“The hillbilly...”

I remember the cowardly wife who studied abroad said she was a "country girl," but she didn't listen seriously.

But it's shocking to hear it from a third party.

“Resistance is useless. Your move is the beginning of Type Q, a retired, married warrior. By the time you retire, your odds will have gone up 0.1 percent, but that won't change. ”

“Ha! Really? ”

Flutter!

I made it out of the Demon King's Tower and into space.

Molandroids chase you through the air with no wings or boosters.

... less damage to the Fantasy Planet around here.

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While that android was analyzing me, I wasn't throwing myself away.

‘Create.’

I tried melee warfare for no reason and couldn't save myself, but I have maintained a dimension of 800,000.

Never weak.

Dimensions include the solar system in the small universe and, of course, the ‘sun’, which is essential for the survival of life.

‘Compression.’

The sun that just folded up the space was reduced to the size of a bowling ball.

AKA, Solar M.

The following is simple:

"Copy."

The world is covered with the white light of Corona.

The gravitational mass of the astronomical mass emitted by Solar M was attracted and the ultra-high temperatures of one million K compressed swallowed up the stale molasses.

“... a little too much? ”

They've launched a pile of nuclear missiles to kill the master swordsman who bounces off bullets.

If we hadn't isolated the Fantasia and the Soviet satellites, there would have been no trace of them.

I quickly went behind the scenes.

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All of the lost and wandering Solar M was returned to nature.

“... are you being careless? ”

“Wha...! ”

Shhh!

Moraleoyd came to me without a sound, and I was fed.

Was I careless?

This is not my fault, this is a problem with the performance of Android against the sun.

It's strange.

I wasn't careless.

That chatterbox android was spotted until the last time it swept through Solar M's supernova.

But he's fine?

No, more importantly...

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The torso crushed by a pair of Molaroid blades does not retain its shape.

This body was wrong.

"Copy."

A new flesh was created at a distance away.

Puck!

“Phew -?! ”

But as soon as I noticed, Molandroid flew in with all the distractions and put a knife to my abdomen.

I feel dizzy.

“I have just confirmed that there is a legend in your attributes that does not perish even in mortality. We can't ignore the Director of the Distorian Foreign Affairs who didn't do the research properly. ”

“... Thank you. ”

I just wanted to make sure you weren't dying.

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Solar M came out and created limits around the molan loid.

And it exploded.

Flash-!

“... must be dead by now. ”

I lay exposed on an unnamed asteroid floating through space.

I'm tired.

“There are a total of 10,736,390 tests that are appropriate for your psychology when you start listening to me. ”

“...... ”

A beautiful voice was heard from the ground up.

I double-checked the cold feel of the metal in my right hand.

It is the equivalent of the 6 vertebrae of the Molaneous Loid just before the explosion.

... That's weird.

“Molandroeder in Molandroft is tracking your location in real time. You can never run away from me. ”

“Run away? Me? ”

“No matter how much you deny it, the gloomy reality doesn't change. because your odds of a perfect analysis are 99.4%. ”

“That's a lie.”

“Very unpleasant. I've never lied. ”

Phew.

I threw the part I had in my right hand to Molandroid.

And then I picked up the index finger.

“One. I've been thinking about it all along. The galaxy was perfectly intact against an attack of power that would blow it up. ”

“Is that weird? ”

“You're not alone. He pretended to fight alone. ”

“...... ”

The chatty android claps his lips.

I followed the halt.

“Two. You told me you analyzed me perfectly? ”

I bounced my fingers.

Pow!

Just like the scene of the play, the surrounding area was completely darkened, and a second later it became bright.

Molandroid said:

“Light and darkness. Looks like you've succeeded in confluencing the two opposing identities. The process between source and creation was omitted, and we were too late to respond. Congratulations on your growth. ”

“Hey, are you relaxed with that? ”

“No problem.”

Molandroid, who had just stuffed himself in front of me, was left with his head and torso, and his arms and legs were gone.

Then one more time.

Pow!

I'm sitting on a mound of copies of Molandroid's arms and legs.

One second.

The amount of time it takes me to create or delete a space I want.

Minutes

My personality became very clear.

“Here we go! What do we do now? ”

Molandroid replied, leaving only his head and torso.

“Nothing has changed that much. Your odds are still 99.7%. ”

“That's enough. ”

“... but yes. I need to solve the misunderstanding that I lied. I'm going to say hello to another Molaroid. ”

“Whatever.”

Break it again and you're done.

“...... ”

Moraleloid stopped functioning like a powered-off appliance.

But I could still hear that sick voice.

Everywhere.

“Molaroid infiltration... complete. ”

“Combat data sharing... complete. ”

“Verification program loading... complete. ”

“System optimization... complete. ”

“Autonomous Drive Approval Request... Complete. ”

“Molaroid herpes... complete. ”

Fantasy is surrounded by red beauties with twin swords.

Molandroid.

Not thousands.

The numbers in my view were tens of millions. And it kept blowing up.

“... is a true story. ”

I seem to have underestimated the scale of the universe.

At that time, a Molanese man stepped forward and said,

“Say hello again formally. I am Corporal Molang Yi of the 173rd Infantry Regiment, working in the countryside outpost. Please be advised that your current odds are 0%. ”

“...... ”

My righteous heart began to flutter.