I Was Caught up in a Hero Summoning, but That World Is at Peace

Girl...... Polaris decided to forge herself by abandoning everything before living in the northern part of the demonic world, on an uninhabited island close to the earth of death, with only the minimum necessary.

Most organisms do not lean on that island, close to the earth of death, and the environment is good in performing self-training. And it also leads to her own motivation that there is a land of death soon ruled by Isis in power.

Polaris today has no power but to step into the earth of death. But it's not about the future, it's about the present. Yes, her challenge to talent began as she told herself.

The first thing Polaris did when he started working out was... mastering healing magic. Advanced healing magic was difficult for her to say that she was not very well endowed with talent, to the extent that she could barely use some of the lower healing magic over the years.

But that finally got him ready and Polaris started working out in earnest.

The workout method she did was simple...... "Continue to train the flesh with insomnia rest until it breaks," "Restore the broken flesh with healing magic," she even repeated the sole. First of all, I thought I needed more basic skills...

The workout was so ridiculous, it just seemed crazy from the perspective of others.

Load your whole body with magic, keep waving your fists with all your might, not a metaphor, 'Until your arms are cut a thousand', and if you are cut a thousand, keep activating the 'Until you are fully healed' lower healing magic, and now wave your feet 'Until your feet are broken'.

Polaris even repeated such absurd workouts. Years, decades, centuries, millennia...... I kept repeating myself foolishly.

The limits of talent...... those who are beaten by it will exist about as many stars. For those who do not have it, the rising wall is high enough to poke heaven, and hard enough to poke. And even if you struggle to get over it, an even higher wall stands up with little time between them.

It is where you stopped on its endless path and knelt… that will be the limit point for that person.

But she, Polaris, was not... she slapped her fist against the wall where many had knelt and broken their hearts without hesitation. With broken bones, torn skin, and literally spattered blood reflexes...... I still slammed my fist on the wall for free.

I kept waving my fist at the unbreakable wall when I told you not to block my way with such crap.

That was a very plain and inexperienceable workout. Her body was altered only slightly by magic when the flesh was broken and repaired by healing magic. But that's really fine.

My whole body broke and I finally repaired the sole...... 'The underlying performance of the flesh may increase by about 0.1'.

How many things will exist that just keep writing letters on paper that say 'ah' as long as time permits to train your arms, and that can continue to extend it?

One minute will spare you, enough but you will still be fine, an hour will also bring out those who will fall out of pain. Few will be able to carry on with it for ten hours.

So, what if it's a day? A month? A year? Ten years? Will there be someone who can fulfill it and continue to do it?

If you want to work out your arms, there's got to be some other way to be efficient, but can you keep doing that kind of workout that stacks up sand grains like that?

To her, to Polaris... it could have been done. After ten years we have not achieved any loco achievements, after a hundred years we have not achieved a real sense that we have become stronger, and after a thousand years there is no indication that the wall of talent will break.

But Polaris nevertheless repeated the same workout without stopping. That's an obsession that can be called madness...... if you want to line up the beautiful words, maybe the only and greatest talent she could have had was its spirituality...... being able to continue her efforts.

I never ate or slept, and the days I continued to work out...... little changes but I was definitely starting to pile up.

By the time the millennium had passed, it had become possible to continue to maintain healing magic at the same time while continuing to train.

By the time two thousand years had passed, the physical body could hardly be broken by training alone, so I learned the lower-level offensive magic, activated it against my body, and worked out with endurance.

By the time three thousand years had passed, healing magic alone made it difficult to consume magic, and continued to stretch powerful junctional magic on uninhabited islands to consume magic.

When four thousand years had passed, magic had finally increased to the realm known as the High Demon Nation.

When five thousand years had passed, the sound became delayed from a fist that waved a little bit.

When six thousand years had passed, when I stepped in strong, the ground became cracked, and a bond was also needed at my feet.

By the time seven thousand years had passed, I had activated multiple boundaries with all my might and unleashed countless offensive magic on myself, but still my magic was running out.

And when eight thousand years passed...... Fantasy King's subordination came to tell us that the power of Polaris met the criteria of the 'Baron High Demon Tribe'.

Continuing a level of training that could be called madness without resting for eight thousand years, she finally... Polaris smashed the wall of talent. But Polaris resumed his training without any emotions about it.

The title of the high-ranking Demon clan, to which many who exist in the demonic world admire... so what is the matter... is not what Polaris is looking for.

Indeed, being in the ranks of titles may allow you to convey to Isis words of gratitude and apology that you once could not convey if you were willing to do so.

But the premise is different now. She vowed to give it away. When you dedicate all your saved lives to the Kings of Death with gentle and sad eyes... then there is no way you can stop in such a place, etc.

She, Polaris, has now reached for the dark moon. I wished for a future to serve Isis...... so I don't need anything else.

Indeed, one wall of talent may have been smashed. But there are still a number of walls that have to be crushed.

Drawing on the trajectory of blue magic, a giant sword is wielded, capturing the neck of a woman wearing a white robe with a hat of the same color. The sound sounded as if the metal would bump into each other, the sword was bounced and a slight cut appeared on the woman's neck, but the sole disappeared in an instant too.

A woman with a sword with a look that impressed the sight… The King of War Five was at the corner, and Epsilon, the Ice Exhauster, once stopped the hand of the attack and opened his mouth.

"I can't believe my blade doesn't go through Loc. It's brilliant strength... Come on. I know it's powerful defensive magic, but are you good at covering it up? I don't really understand the procedure."

Hearing those Epsilon words, the wizard-style looking woman...... Polaris cheeked a little badly.

"... ahhh, no, it's an honor to compliment you. No, I don't know what it is... I'm sorry you appreciated it, but I didn't get it in time, so I can't really accept it."

"Yeah? Not in time?

"No... well, there's a quick story... that I didn't use defensive magic. No, of course, the constantly activated magic barrier is around..."

"... what?

"No, I'm not being modest. Don't be offended...... I guess I haven't been through as many fights as I did here in '15,000 years'. I'm trying to activate it, but the attack is too fast to make it. No, you feel the need for experience in action."

Polaris with a bitter smile doesn't look like he's lying, and the word would definitely be true. But if that's the case...

"I mean, you could say 'almost biological' and you said you were receiving my blade... surprised"

Epsilon's sword compresses and materializes her magic with high density… its sharpness is an awesome word. Even the Hardest Orihalcon in the World in Natural Ore, her sword cleaves like a piece of paper. The strength of Polaris' flesh is just out of standard when it is slaughtered with the magic of Epsilon, the earliest of its kind, on its sword, and only slight cuts can be made.

……

The discomfort itself has been felt so far. After being refused solicitation to the warlord's subordination, he held it up as his personal hope, a battle that Polaris had begun with pleasure because he had also asked for a real battle… from the time he met that first hand.

In the first place, the Five Kings of War are among the most powerful among the Earls, while at the same time each is one of the leading martial arts masters in the demonic realm.

Epsilon is also a master at a level known to children if he is a martial arts addict, and has also provided martial arts guides to many as a warlord's distribution executive.

Because she is such a girl, it is easy to gauge the strength and talent of the opponent if we meet a few times... it should have been.

But it's already been more than enough since the start of the fight, and if it's their speed, they haven't lightly finished the five-digit or more offense... she couldn't measure the existence of Polaris.

No, rather than not measurable...... I didn't understand 'why the battle was in place'.

This is where we met. There is no doubt that Polaris is a strong man with the highest powers of the Earl class comparable to himself. But at the same time Epsilon's instinct as a samurai spoke. The woman in front of me says she is' a being who can't possibly be his own enemy '...

If you want to make it a clear word...... she has' no talent 'for Polaris. I wouldn't even call it non-genius, but it's a level you can call a genius, and there's no way you could have taken this stage.

I desperately strive to see if I can finally reach the High Demon Clan...... even if a miracle happens, the talent that won't reach the rank of title. But as a matter of fact, Polaris stands before Epsilon and fights her.

"... you are..."

"Yeah? What is it?

"How the hell have you ever been 'beyond your limits'? What 'I Saw Hell'?

Through the battle so far, Epsilon was now finally getting to the answer. The secret of Polaris' strength is its flesh. Epsilon's prediction is that Polaris' body has never been more than a few times, and that's how many times it's broken to be ridiculous to count. It broke many times and has been repaired each time.

And the flesh received healing magic magic powers during the restoration, which kept only a little stronger each time it was restored.

That's really a small change in the error level, to the extent that you can't even feel uncomfortable repeating it 10 degrees and 100 degrees...... but not zero. It continued to grow slightly stronger, even in decimal places and about sand grains. Little by little she was evolving.

I never stopped and broke my knee, Polaris kept hitting my fist against the wall...... little grains of sand can only be called desert. In other words, the walls that say limits, etc. swallowed the roots.

"... Limits? Well, I'm sorry, but I don't remember running into any of those things yet. Hell and I remember seeing them too. I broke some of the walls blocking the road, but that's about it."

……

With that reply, Epsilon fully understood. Polaris in front of her is still the undisputed 'Ordinary Talent', but she is also, at the same time, the 'Transcendent' who broke down the wall of limits only with effort.

If a hundred endeavors are not enough, a thousand endeavors, if a thousand endeavors are not enough... be ordinary people, transcendents, monsters of endeavors that never stop walking... that is the existence of Polaris.

"... fantastic! Exactly the ultimate in self-drilling! Thank you for your luck!!

"Is that a thank you face? It..."

Epsilon with an exalted voice and a grin that makes his fangs burst out. Then two horns made of ice appeared shortly afterwards, and a blue flame appeared in his eyes.

"It's getting fun. But... have you fought too flashly so far..."

Whimpering so, Epsilon turns his gaze to Chirali and the ocean that spreads around the uninhabited islands...... no, 'Being Under the Sea'.

And at the same time its presence...... As the corner of the four great demon dragons of the dragon king's distribution executive, he used magic to communicate towards the "water dragon sitting in the ocean", which unifies the sea of the demonic realm.

(... "Eingana" lord. If any more damage is to be done to the Sea of the Demon Realm, the realm of the Dragon King, it is understandable that I want to say so. But I'm sorry, just 'one more hand', could you meditate your eyes?

……

(thanks)

There was no verbal response to that communication, but it becomes quiet, slightly and distant after the surface of the water shakes slightly.

Apparently Epsilon's hopes have been heard and Epsilon tells Polaris with a grin.

"Well, like Lord Polaris. You are a great strong man. If it's going to happen, I want to keep fighting until I can, but there are a lot of things going on here. It's difficult. So I'd like to settle for the next blow, wouldn't you mind?

"Yeah? Oh, I don't mind. As far as I'm concerned, I've been able to confirm future challenges, and I've had enough."

settled on the next blow...... and after confirming Polaris nodded, Epsilon erased the sword he had in his hand. Two horns emit a pale light and an ice cage hand appears on his right arm.

Epsilon then opens his mouth as he slowly pulls his right hand and stands.

"... I have one thing, 'aesthetics' in battle"

"Hmm?"

"I only decide to name my 'true name' when I am relative to someone who is truly worthy of fighting. You just have to think of it as a sign of intent to fight with all your might."

……

"So... the race is' Ice Ghost ', the real name is' Ixnirva '... it comes with a blow of the whole spirit!!

"Uh-huh, is it polite to give it back the same here? The race is' Witch ', the name is' Polaris'... take it and stand!

We declared to each other, and fists and fists bumped into each other on a deserted island of nothing.

The brilliant stars at night and... Polaris muttered quietly as he looked up at Sole on a deserted island of nothing.

"... why? I should have gained enough power to be your subordinate...... why are you crying sadly for the future you see? Still not strong enough? When I was... it still wouldn't fill me up. I want to serve you as soon as possible..."

The stars are dazzling...... but the moon she sought... still remained hidden in the clouds.