"Enlightenment."
I came out of the glottis like I was possessed.
The time is approximately noon after the morning training. I would have gone back and sold out in deep training, but I felt the need to change my mood today. I haven't had a day off lately.
- Shoot him.
A cold breeze.
I felt the chill whether winter was coming or not.
Winter.
Winter in this world was a terrible thing, but it would be at least as warm as this year. In many ways, winter is a terrible season. Even when I was in the army, not to mention in this world. At least because I spent the winter as an adventurer, I would have been frozen to death if I had stayed homeless.
How could you have survived twice?
I borrowed a side of the axe in collaboration with other beggars and slept with them. If we don't get together, it's a frozen tennis court. And when I woke up, I'd take three coopers and a loaf of bread and keep my eyes open all day.
That was a great job too.
When I saw the trees that were about to be watered in red, I remembered.
I think it's just a dick.
I shook my head and erased my memory.
"... it's winter soon."
Outside the walls, anyway.
A world where monsters live.
Of course, I didn't intend to go hunting monsters alone without my colleagues. Everywhere in the city. In other words, I only needed time to be alone for a while by inhaling fresh air from the outside.
As always, the guard's procedures were speculative in themselves. I felt so clean that I had never seen them do anything.
- Bugs and bumps.
I walked into the forest for about 30 minutes. I picked a path that no one would go on purpose. It's a big place. It's hard to see other adventurers even if they come in like this.
A quiet space with no one, just the sound of the wind. Do you have any monsters? I don't think so. It was too close to the city. Dizzy monsters live at least an hour away from the city. There was nothing here.
I checked the safety and pulled the knife.
So let's get started.
- Papapod!
From there.
I didn't notice anyone.
"Black."
Put on a sword.
"Lightly."
The chief swordsman who starts with the first second of the procedure. - Borzbortz! Like the fascinating killers of the exotic world, they dance with their swords, shaking their bodies, seducing blood and violence.
Will you be able to reach it?
Unknown.
I'm just trying to connect with Mana as an extreme knife. The trajectory of the sword. The flow of air. Movement of the body. There must be truth somewhere, Karin said. Is that what I need? Or inner enlightenment?
"Put your back up."
Ultimate difficulty with practical improvements.
The knife tears through the air and bursts into tears. A terrifying power.I 'm sure the dizzy monsters won't take my sword and scream. There are not many beings I can't call.
Strong
I see that.
"Take a step."
How many odds can I have against Orcs now? With endless plumbing and technological checks, Hall handed over five. But now that you can't use Mana, you'll have to try your best 6 times.
You fight 10 times.
Die four times.
That's what racial differences are.
Ordinary human beings can never beat Orcs with one-on-one.
If humans gained intelligence, Orcs were the ones who gained strength. It's not a one-on-one battle in the first place. It is right to hold the spear and deal with the crowd.
"Contains Mana."
Therefore, anyone who can kill Orcs alone will be recognized. By the way, Orcs were usually the only monsters standing on the D- and C-class frontiers... Maybe they were.
- Tuck.
I stopped the censorship.
As expected, Mana did not sit down.
I can't control it freely, even though it's clear that it's in my body. Bloodthirsty. Do you have to do it over and over again, but can you achieve it? The sensation of burning speculation is improvised and it is hard to know now.
Take a break.
I put out the knife again.
- Whoops!
It recalls the experience of murder.
I now have the experience of a murder that goes hand in hand, not algebraically. Then I felt something ominous twitching. Something with a dark red light.
Of course I didn't know what it was, and I dug it up.
It kills people.
Cut that life off.
It's killing the people.
It's killing the intelligence.
A man knows how to think... but the ones I died of were the ones who couldn't think. Are they really people? When I look at them, they can't be human.
Robbery is not a man.
Then I'm not selling people.
Repeated thoughts.
A swollen delusion.
Positive or negative.
To me living in this world with contemporary sensitivity, it was not a matter of talking and moving on with simple logic, and I turned my back on it.
Rationalization.
Evidence that there is hesitation in having to suffer in the end.
In the end, suffering means,
Evidence that it is not macho.
In the end, suffering means...
"... it's hard."
When I woke up, my whole body was soaked in sweat. The high concentration made me forget even the notion of time. I was thirsty, and I drank the water in my barrel. Time... two hours ago?
Reduced tiredness more rapidly than training in the inner world.
In the end, I will be to this extent of reality.
Hyperchesopathy.
Gimcott.
After all, I went back to the city without much income.
The frustration was not resolved.
No mood swings.
I only thought about it last winter.
Am I being too impatient?
In fact, it's also funny that I dealt with Mana in a month. If it means trying, where in the world can there be a man without a manna? Effort and talent. And natural luck and emotion. Only those with such a complex element become Manauser.
Greed.
Greed.
A child's longing to be strong in a short period of time is like a child's childhood. Will alone cannot be strong. Efforts alone cannot be strong. If so, what I need...
Still.
Even a little faster.
I want to shorten my time
I want to deal with Mana freely a little sooner. And I want to tell Claudie it's no big deal. "Mana?" Oh, that? I picked it up on the way back. It's no big deal. How much do you like it? You must like it a lot. I would be very pleased.
This is why I am so obsessed with training and enlightenment.
"To do that."
How many people do I have to catch and slice in the favelas to reflect on the taste of that hand? Karin said that killing people is a real experience. It is also true that every time you slice a person, you feel the same way as if you are getting stronger.
That thought caught me strong.
"..."
Heart of Simma.
.. like Karin said, he's a serial killer. I shook my heart. I lost my mind for a while after being too impatient. The path to Samarita and others. It seduced me.
Is this what I like about being drunk?
I wasn't crazy.
I grabbed a shaken heart.
- Yikes.
It's like walking a dream, walking a distance that blends reality with non-reality. One day I arrived at the property and I held the circlet in my hand at a moment when I didn't notice. The reality is frustrating. Training in the inner world seemed to be more efficient and visible.
I cannot overcome temptation.
Wear a circlet.
A locked world.
At the same time, the darkness rises, and I step into the inner world.
"Almighty."
What's in front of me is an iron arrow.
This place isn't real. It made me strong. Immediately, he knocked the iron arrow as a knife. It's just a stable.You don't have to think about anything now. Focus on destroying the target in front of your eyes. Thoughts are not too late afterwards.
- Quang!
In the noise of iron and iron hitting strongly.
-...
There's something faint.
"What?"
I just felt like I heard something. It was exactly unknown even though it was my inner world... but what was certain, I don't know what it was, but it was definitely the sound that came from me.
- Quang! Quang!
The more you hit the iron bar, the bigger the sound. Listen, but even if the sound grows, the content doesn't seem to be noisy. It's not getting clearer, it's just getting bigger.
- Beady howl.
They're calling me.
"What the hell."
I realise instinctively.
"What do you want to say?"
The owner of this sound.
"My inner self."
It will be my inner self.
"Should we break this, but do we know? But I can't break it yet. I haven't had a scratch despite all my efforts."
- Quang! Load the Mana and strike again. Unlike reality, I'm not tired. A boiling power. A sensation that could only be felt in battle if you saved your life. His senses burst with his fingertips.
"Because I don't know about me yet?"
Benda over and over again.
Throw an egg on the rock.
I thought so.
"Because you didn't get an enlightenment?"
The rock will wake up someday.
If you repeat it tens of thousands of times, is it gold on the rock?
It won't work.
It should not be because eggs are eggs.
"Maybe both of them."
But it is.
"I don't think about it."
I'm not an egg.
"I don't suffer."
Non-meteor shells, to be exact.
"If not, just move on."
Rocks are just dog gum.
"That's Kim Cat."
- Quang!
"...!"
I'm starting to crack in the iron. 'I did it.' I thought about it for a moment, and I thrashed the knife with the intention of completely destroying it before the full realization was lost. - Quaang! A piece of metal splattered. It's being eaten, my attack.
"A shapable existence."
What I can destroy.
Wounded.
The existence that I can finally win.
"Burning confidence."
Abbreviation.
On.
"I won."
The mythical power that bursts from deep in my heart twists my whole body. There are causes, there are consequences. As a result, there is cause for concern.
If I end up destroying it.
Even without a cause.
The results are enough.
- Quang!
A crack in the cracked iron spear began to appear. The crack spreads as if the frozen food were poured out, scattering painted shells and debris. Then a trembling chunk of iron howled astonishingly.
Don't do it?
Or faster?
"..."
Giving up is unacceptable, even if it is the former, because of the time spent so far. Don't hesitate, just be rigid. I finally slashed the iron arrow that was about to be destroyed.
I cut it.
I beheaded him.
- Spatula.
The blade did not stop.
It passed as it was.
"You did it."
- Bourgh!!!
At the same time, the iron arrow broke.
It collapsed and vanished, and where the great barrier disappeared, the earth of the inner world was unfolded. As if nothing had happened from the beginning, the Iron Age was gone forever.
- Headaches!
"... this is a mistake."
Strong impulse.
The undrinkable impulse swallowed me up.
-...!!!
My inner voice was leading me strongly!
"What the hell..."
What's at the end of this?
I looked at the place where the Iron Age disappeared.
"..."
And you are.
It was at that end.
"... that's it."
Distant, blurred shape.
It was like a cage holding birds, and at the same time it looked like a prison holding people. Yeah, it was "we." All the stretched bricks were cracked or cracked, and our spear didn't look very good either.
Strange impulse.
Pressure to check that.
As if holed up, I approached it.