Jujutsushi Wa Yuusha Ni Narenai

"Why, ha... ha..."

Finally, at the limit of his strength, Daisuke Oyama stopped his leg as he continued to run.

In an uninterrupted sense of fatigue, he exhales in a rough breath and clears his ears to explore the signs of chase. What you hear is the sound of dripping water droplets playing somewhere and about your exhaling.

Apparently, he was able to escape safely from the demonic hands of the 'Spellman' and the 'Mad Warrior'.

"Ha, ha... taka..."

Let yourself go, Guizhi Sugino sacrificed. My dear, his last appearance burns in my eyes and I can't leave.

"Damn... why, why..."

To survive, the end of the battle risking each other's lives is a reasonable one. But when you actually become a loser, whether you can honestly accept that fate is yet another story.

"Surviving just me doesn't make any sense... Taka, without you, I..."

Unhelpful regrets and feelings of loss stir the hearts of the Great Mountains.

If this were to happen, I wanted to die with myself. But in reality, I escaped.

Sugino turned his back on the Mad Warrior, knowing for sure he would be killed. But he ran to his pinch. Scream, "Run," and leave me saying, "I love you."

But did I obey his last will, or was it the Mad Warrior who killed Sugino too much to show? At least, I can't find a reason to be convinced that I escaped.

I can't forgive myself. A weak woman man and herself losing to a licked Peach River. I was helped by Sugino. At that moment, nothing could be done, and thus escaped unnecessarily.

I can't forgive everything. But I can't take it back anymore. Sugino is dead. My beloved lover is dead.

"Taka, what am I supposed to do..."

There is no answer. The person who answers with a gentle smile is nowhere else.

"No, I can't live without you... I can't stand a life without Taka..."

I loved you, from the bottom of my heart. If I could stay with him, even if he was dropped by such a different world, I could live. I can be happy.

But that's the earliest, unfulfilled dream. Right, death has set the two apart forever.

"Taka, now, beside you..."

Follow. That was a very fascinating idea.

Fear did not gush when I took out the knife I was using as a household product, not a weapon, and stuck that blade tip to my throat. This will make it easier, I can meet him again. I even feel that relief.

Yeah, you just keep forgetting everything and making it easier - really, is that okay?

"Damn, ku...... damn!

Karan, and the sound of a knife thrown away vainly echoes the dark cave.

"Damn, damn... what side are you lowering, you're gonna see Taka!

That was the last pride left for Daisuke Oyama as a man.

"Lost because of me... Taka died because of me..."

Still, that sweet guy will forgive himself. If I'd met him in heaven like this, he'd give me a hug as usual.

But that's no good then. Even if Sugino forgives me, I can't forgive myself.

"At least I won't take revenge, and I won't see Taka!

Hatred, and different from, that determination of vengeance, surely should be called the will of a man?

I don't think Kotaro Takawa is bad. I killed Sugino with that hand, not even a twin leaf bud costume, I don't think I hate him. As a man, because it is only the result of a battle I challenged by risking my life.

Clean, let's admit we lost. But you can't end up losing.

"Peach River, Twin Leaves, Until I kill you guys, I can't die... Until I take my revenge, I'll survive anything!

The heart of the Great Mountain, sunk in the darkness of despair, lights the fire of the fighting spirit.

It's easy to go after yourself. I can always do it. If so, I'm already going to die, and I'm going to run just to avenge you.

If you accomplish that, I'm sure you'll be able to go see him with your chest up. I lost my half, Guizhi Sugino, as did I when I died. So I have no hesitation in dedicating all the rest of my life to hatred for him. That leaves no reason to live any longer.

"Man, be strong... yes, I will be stronger"

My mind and body burn up hot again.

The combination of "Magician" Peach River and "Mad Warrior" Twin Leaves is strong. With my current strength, I can't beat those two very well against each other. Now that I have lost Sugino, I must no longer sweeten myself to anyone, rely not on me, but only on my own strength.

Hard, rugged, but nothing ahead of you in vengeance, barren Tsu Road. But that's what I deserve for surviving alone like no other.

"I'll be strong. So, wait, Taka. Until then when I can take my revenge and go see you - whoa!?

The arrow tip that cemented my resolve, the droplets of water, bounced on my neck muscle and I accidentally scream.

"Shit, what the fuck... weirdly sticky. It's not water."

Reflectively, if you wipe it with your hand where it hits the neck muscle, it feels sticky to the burn. Besides, it had a strange odor on it that was slightly lukewarm.

"Oh, my God, Chisho, you're disgusting. No, are you even a weird bug? - Ah?

To the ceiling of the cave, where the mysterious mucus had fallen, before raising his gaze, Sole was there.

"Ha... ha, lah..."

It sticks perfectly like a spider on a rattled rock ceiling. It's dim, I don't see it clearly... but apparently Sole was in the shape of a person.

From the mouth of the potari and its human form, the saliva falls zero.

"Hih!?

Screams leak. Breathtaking, my spine freezes. Because if I noticed, Sole looked too vague.

"Harrah, Hetta..."

Unbelievably, Sole was human.

Bulbs and fat are sagging, and sloppy body looks peeled out. I mean, naked. Hardly, the groin area is covered with dirty trousers.

An ugly obese body, but certainly a human body, but sticking to the ceiling in a crawling position like a lizard, a scene in a horror movie is just as frightening.

But most horribly, on the face of that different man, he looked familiar.

"Is it a sidewalk, you..."

The face of the man pointing this way, dripping his hair upside down with a git on the oil stain, was certainly one of his classmates' sidewalks.

For two years and seven groups, there were a variety of boys who didn't care about weak peach rivers, such as bad mouths, but the only guy who felt correctly and physiologically disgusted, who didn't even like getting close, would be Yokodo I.

It's natural attitude to be hubbed in class. A saggy obese body with the worst personality and no shards of cleanliness.

Its disgust becomes even more intense because it is now Oyama, a gay man that we both acknowledge together. If this guy is going to inadvertently be sexually harassed by touching his ass or something, I'm more confident of crying out loud than a female student.

Not so much, man I hate. I've never seen the worst man so far.

But that's why I never missed the face of the sidewalk.

"Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu... garlic, meat..."

The eyes of the crossroads, which seeped out like dobs, are directed straight at the mountains that nestle in flashes.

And his hair was all over him, and the Great Mountain set foot in the exercise of magic without one or two. Right now, it is not classmates who are capable of dialogue, but hungry demons.

An intuition polished by the experience of making a dungeon attack at the bend made a fierce appeal to that effect, but it was a late pre-emptive attack.

"Whoa, whoa, 'Fire Arrow (Ignis Sagitta)'!

Hit a fist-big fireball towards the sidewalk forming almost directly above you. one, two, three shots, and in succession, starts retreating to escape, but

"Hushaaaaaaaa!"

Something like an elongated tentacle flies through a bouncing blast flame.

"Come on, it hurts!

I avoided it, I meant to, but the tip of my tentacles wraps around my ankle. With sharp pain, my feet feel dull. Apparently, he got paralyzed poison.

But not so much that I can't move at all.

"Damn, you think you can stop me with such a mon! Ha, ha, 'Burst Fever Muscle (Muscle Heat)'!

Feeling the power of his rapidly rising hot muscle strength, Oyama made him try to chop a thousand paralyzed poisoned tentacles that were wrapped around his right ankle with a sharp kick on his left leg.

"Nggggggggggggggggggggggg!"

Are you in pain, the creepy scream on the sidewalk was heard from beyond the smoke of black smoke when the 'Fire Arrow (Ignis Sagitta)' burst.

"Seriously, you disgusting bastard. I'm sorry for beating Temei with my fist."

Best to blow it up with a flamemagic ranged attack like this. Judging so, Oyama relentlessly concentrates his magic on both hands in an attempt to unleash the maximum firepower he can have.

"Nnuuuuuuuuuuu, no, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts!

With such a cry, now many tentacles fly in. There are six new tentacles that are sounded and wielded with Hyun-hyung in total.

to have entered the operation of the accumulation in order to increase the power; And that your right leg is paralyzed. The two factors overlap, and Oyama cannot avoid as many as six tentacles.

"Shh!

Both hands and feet, then tentacles wrapped around the hips and neck, sealing the movement of the whole body. The effect of jitter and paralysis makes the whole body feel suddenly heavy, but there is no need to rush.

"Don't lick me. Hey!" Bloodthirsty Qi (Burning Power) "Ah!

As you are wrapped in magical flames from all over your body, your body comes back to life again.

"Bloodthirsty Qi (Burning Power)" has resistance to state abnormalities, just as it prevented the curse of poison unleashed by Kotaro. Even with what you already ate, you can recover to some extent so that the burning flame purifies.

Already the paralysis heals, and the tentacles wrapped around the body are about to be seared by flames and burned out.

You can't stop yourself no matter how many rolls out, such as the tiny paralyzed tentacles on the sidewalk. Now it's time to put magic in both hands again in an attempt to wipe out the dirty little boy, that's when.

The black smoke drifting in the ceiling clears and reveals the appearance of a sidewalk hidden in smoke. And for the first time, Oyama saw the identity of this tangled tentacle.

"Oh, oh, yeahhhhhhhh!

Screaming like a woman, too, is not impossible.

That tentacle grew from the mouth of the sidewalk. I mean, tongue.

The tongue, which is branched and transformed into tentacles stretching from the roots into multiple bottles, is a foreign organ to be held by demons, but cannot be helped because it grows from the mouth of the sidewalk as reality, as a tongue.

When I understood that my body was being licked velvety by the worst man I even hated to approach, Dayama's disgust breaks the limit.

For a moment, I lose my sanity. Forget that you were about to unleash the flaming magic of maximum firepower, and even now, try to get out of this filthy tongue restraint. The figure is desperate, as if he were a drowning man, a move lacking rationality.

As a result, it created a huge gap.

"Bih, bih, bih, bih, bih, bih, bih, bih!

It was the electric shock that unleashed the sidewalk.

Predatory skills

"Power Generating Organs": Organs that generate the magic of thunder.

Horizontal roads that acquire organs that generate electricity in the body can discharge from their own bodies. The sidewalk discharges to the tentacles of the tongue that capture the prey, screaming similar to the sounds of the demons obtained by eating the 'power generating organ'.

"Guuuuuuuuuu!"

Eating a relentless electric shock all over his body, Oyama fell in like he had lost power with Gakuri after a loud scream.

You decide that you have completed the powerlessness, the sullen and tongue unravel and go back to your mouth.

And the horizontal road finally approaches against the prey that is no longer able to move.

"Ugh, oh... don't come..."

The sidewalk that descended from the ceiling to the ground remained four-legged with both hands on the ground for some reason. Dressed like a beast who abandoned being human, he approaches the Great Mountain, which fell on four-legged foot.

"Meat, meat... Let them eat. Ooh..."

The figure, barely a man's word, but approaching on four foot walking with a bump and saliva dripping out of his mouth, as if to an eye that does not make him feel rational, is a completely hungry beast.

As if to show its beastliness, the mouth of the sidewalk, which nodded its tongue, cracked wide.

Like a famous mouth ripper, her cheeks crack and her mouth opens to the base of her ear. But what is truly to be afraid of is that in the torn mouth, distorted fangs grow all over the place.

Both sharp fangs and hard molars, distorted cut teeth that grow without unity awaken instinctive aversion and fear. Peel out the creepy dentition and make further changes, even as you open your big mouth.

A horn from the side of the side of the side of the sidewalk, making noises with gibberish...... no, that's big, sharp, jaw. A spider or sarcophagus holds in his mouth, a limb called the jaw replacement.

At the earliest possible time, it's not a human face. The appearance of a sidewalk that opens a fierce horn at a ripped large mouth, too different as a demon,

"Bye, monster..."

Thus, flesh-hungry monsters strike their prey as they desire.

"Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

"Ya, stop, don't come, yadda, help, help, taka! No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Raising the scream of madness of death, the Great Mountain escapes with a whip on his paralyzing body. I haven't recovered enough to get up and run. So with the highs on my hands and feet, I crawl desperately trying to move forward at all anyway.

But the walk is too slow. A butterfly on a spider's nest was nothing but a pointless evil ascension, to the same extent as bumping a feather.

"You can't run away. Oh, my, no, no, no, no!

Back to back with a rough scream, the blow that trapped the escaping prey was released surprisingly quietly.

It is a long sasori tail, grown from the waist of the sidewalk. A creepy shade of tail with glowing purple muscles floating on a blackening crust. The tip is equipped with a bright red poison needle with spear-like sharpness and immensity.

Predatory skills

"Death Stalker's Poison Spear Tail": A Great Sasori Tail with Intense Neurotoxicity.

The poisonous spear of the red sasori is protruded in the middle of the defenseless back of the great mountain, which escapes unnecessarily.

"Heh! Ha, ha..."

Blade crossing Physical damage with poison needle piercing that is turned into a blade more than 30 cm across. However, due to neurotoxicity, which produces an overwhelming effect above it, the motion of the Great Mountain is instantly stopped.

At the earliest possible time, evil is not even tolerated.

"Huh! Ha, huh!

The horror of this neurotoxicity is that it is the movement of the prey that binds, but not the consciousness that takes away. The Great Mountain remains a body that doesn't even move pickly, as it was in gold bondage, except that it will be shown differently how hungry monsters come to devour its own body.

The appearance of a naked sidewalk emitting an intense odor, sniffled and pressed, is such a fear and humiliation that both the mind and body are offended. The Great Mountain knew what true despair was at its earliest moments.

"There you go. Oh, my God!

"- Ha! What the hell am I doing!?

By eating up fresh flesh, the sidewalk, which took off extreme hunger, regained its human-like sanity for the first time in a long time.

"Uh, yabby, I was totally unconscious. Wow"

And, apparently, he preyed on one of his classmates.

The floor of a cave with traces of buddy blood. But one piece of meat, not even a piece of bone, is left. It is a complete meal until brilliant.

I ate up all the flesh, but not even the clothes that wrapped around it, so that even the shrimp shell peeled off, it was a zdazda around it and the uniform fabric was scattered.

"Hmm? When? Here, my school-run pants...... that means it was the man I ate!?

Wow, and he looked like he was going to throw up, but the taste of hot flesh stained all over his guts is real. I don't want to eat a man in his pride, but as a 'cannibal', a human man is also a body that can be eaten up as delicious meat.

"Shit, I don't know who you are, but I'll forgive you for all this time. I sucked pretty bad, too, because it's an emergency meal."

After loathing him for a moment, Horizontal convinced himself so.

I remember being in a situation where I was so hungry and insane that I couldn't recognize who they were.

The starting point in the first place was that what came out ahead of the metastasis was a side of sand where the signs of the organism were not as if they were.

"I knew desert stage was shit."

I guess this is part of the dungeon too. Horizontal roads were attacking an area like the one that recreated the vast desert until just now.

In a barren desert that didn't even come out of Goma, cunning demons were shredding their sneezes over a limited number of precious resources.

The sidewalks devoured the unsavory demons of the desert from the edge where they met.

Eating stone-like lizards, bugs like muckade chimeras, cactus that moves quickly and a big yellow rat that emits electricity...... that's how I got Death Stalker, the fiercely poisonous, big sasori demon I've been waiting for in my boss room.

Halfway down the road, losing his sanity to so much hunger and thirst, but just continuing to follow his survival instincts, he also defeated the boss safely to break through the desert area.

"Well, look, Death Stalker's abilities are strong, and I don't know who he is, but he also has the ability to seem medium strong... Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Predatory skills

"Daisuke Oyama's Flame Magic": Reproduces some of the lower and intermediate flame magic.

"Great Mountain Flow Flame Fist": Martial Arts Combining Flame-based Enhanced Magic.

"That's Koitsu Oyama. Whoa! Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! You ate him. Shit, that's disgusting. No, that's creepy, you karate boy!

As a matter of course, the men who slept in poor heavenly ways and Ariko, who played martial arts like Oyama and seemed to be squirting, also resented Yokodo from day to day. Horizontal roads realize that Oyama, in particular, had a contemptuous eye with physiological disgust like a subtle woman.

"You treat me like dirt about people... I'm so shocked that this one eats sweaty stinking bastards, damn it! Die, Ola! Just die, get the fuck out of my body, you faggot!

Although the regrets of eating a nasty boy reignite... the ability gained is considerable.

The ice magic obtained from Ariko Yangtze, the first to be eaten, was constrained by the constraint of "part of the lower class". No more magic can be gained because his or her strength was only to that extent.

However, in the case of the Great Mountains, I have experienced the dungeon so far, or I have mastered it to the intermediate part in addition to the lower level. Besides, "Oyama Flow Flame Fist Technique" can also be considered the result of knitting your own battle style.

"Hehe, it's just me. Oh, I'm not afraid of Heavenly Flame Magic anymore."

Until now, it had been exquisite to produce fire-resistant fur and heat-resistant mucus, but this gave me full power as a flame magician. Flame attacks are not as threatening as they are now.

"Damn, we haven't had a fucking DQN character heavenly revenge event yet. I haven't forgotten that humiliation yet. - Ooh? This scent..."

Unexpectedly, I notice the smell of tickling my nose. In a cave full of bloody odours, but among them, the sidewalks did feel a completely different superb aroma.

"This smell is definitely Kotaro Ki-yun! Eh, close! This is close!

With the momentum of a police dog convinced of the presence of the killer, a sidewalk bursts through the cave. Fortunately, it's almost the main road, and I don't get lost along the way.

Yes, definitely, there's Kotaro Takawa ahead.

The sidewalk remained tense as it went up every step and finally jumped into the dark-smelling hall.

"Whoa, whoa, Kotaro Ki Ha, my daughter-in-law, yeah, yeah!

Unleashed all the abilities that I could have, the hall I entered was - a stuffed shell.

"What... that, maybe, is this the boss room? And attacked?

In the middle of the hall are rolling carcasses like burnt giant crabs. If you smell the smell left on this scene carefully, in addition to Kotaro, there is still the smell of multiple people, including Oyama, and the smell of new blood.

Apparently, a boss battle and a battle between classmates took place here.

And that was already over, and it was clear from the fact that Oyama was on that spot and the smell of blood he'd never smelled for another... Kotaro Takawa won the fight, after he'd already made the transition.

"Chi, chi, chi..."

By eating an unexpected dawn, the sidewalk wept in his eyes and shouted.

"I miss you, even if I miss you, I won't see you. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

A dialogue like a maiden singing love. But if the alien 'cannibal' crossroads screamed, it was only like a rough beast.