Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 28 Dungeon Bottom Level

Black, pitch black, dark, shadow?

Only, black, dark, dark, yes, human-shaped darkness.

It's not black, the darkness that sucks the light away and wipes it away.

Uh, you'd be pissed off to say I'm suspicious or something with a hooded black cape.

Because, more or less, I get pissed off all the time.

Even the Dark One could be pissed off.

"Appraisal"

NAME -- Durahan Rich No Life King

AGE --

Lv27

JOB The End Labyrinth Labyrinth Emperor

HP --

MP --

ViT179

PoW259

SpE291

DeX297

MiN297

InT315

Luk99

Martial arts???????????

Magic?????????

Skills????????????

Title????????

Unknown??????????

Gear??????????????

Are you up for an appraisal? Do you have a job with a name and a job? Without me? Besides, the Emperor. Emperor class?

I know it's strong, LV is 27, but it's very strong.

Neither PoW nor ViT are better than goblin emperors, but others are overwhelming.

Plus, three races?

Attributes would be darkness.

Durahan is a knight. It's got a head on it?

Rich is a magician, probably a wizard or a wise man or more.

No Life King is Immortal King, Immortal.

And the worst is "?."

I see no martial arts, no magic, no skill.

I even have the title and unknown.

Super cheesy.

Probably just the strongest way to lose when the Otas get together.

I don't manage to kill cheats like you, I'm really strong.

There's no reason to be strong. It's only strong.

Even if nothing is strong, "? With.

My "tree wand?" Or so it is. The high LV stuff says in the appraisal "? be."

I mean, I guess the moves, magic, skills and equipment are the strongest.

And I hate being able to fight both distant fights, fast and smart.

Clever at stopping, and lucky too.

Well, luck is the only thing I can win, but that's a regular thing, but you're strong. Uh, this...

But I walk away.

Ever since I opened the door.

Walk over.

Rich and No-Life King have attributes.

Magic Ranged Fights are set to lose.

Absolutely, magically invalid and immortal? I can't!?

I don't think I can beat Mr. Durahan either.

It will be a battle.

I can beat him to death even if he's physically invalid.

I just saw you queue up with a sword, strong. A different world.

He looks like a scared death god, but his standing is beautiful.

There is nothing but darkness in the eyes of the temple, walking to its sight.

Stuck away, that distance goes away.

Even the "divine eye", the speedy sword trident, which can only see remnants, is only fast, only beautiful.

Preliminary motion, initial motion, wasted motion, unnecessary force, spiritual shaking, only motion without fine dust or excess.

Only, slash.

Nothing else, a shredded trident.

This would be God's speed.

Because it's the end of the slaughter.

I've already slashed it when it moved.

There's no beginning, no time. It's the end.

The beginning and the end of the slaughter coincide perfectly.

"Divine Eye" probably has a view of the future.

Just a little.

Kind of.

That, a little bit and slash each other.

I can't see.

When I see you, I'm done slashing you.

Just keep swinging to pay.

Like paying off a sword trident.

He's the king of immortality, so I guess he has an infinite time.

So I guess there's no end to it, infinitely slashing each other, forever slashing each other, forever slaying each other.

I don't know how long it's been, and I don't care.

Now, it's infinite.

But unfortunately, I'm finite.

You'll run out of strength at some point.

At some point the magic will run out.

The spirit will come to an end at some point.

You'll lose consciousness at some point.

But until then, it's infinite.

Countless slashes.

Slash each other so hard that you can't even blink.

Then they slaughtered each other.

Slash and tie the moment.

Only in the meantime is infinite.

It must be infinite.

I've lost my muscle strength and stuff a long time ago.

Slash at the moment you think.

Slash as you feel.

It is not the speed of the body.

At the speed of thought.

At an impossible speed.

If I was moving it, I wouldn't make it.

Manipulate, at the speed of thought.

It has nothing to do with physical velocity.

at the limit speed of thought.

As we slaughtered each other, we realized that there was no killing spirit in this quarrel.

We also slash each other infinitely in the meantime.

Perhaps the source of the killing is darkness, cut off by its darkness of killing.

Slash each other forever in the meantime.

You could have killed this cunt, easily, over and over, over and over, at any time.

In the meantime, we also slay each other for eternity.

The darkness is fading?

Slightly.

Slightly.

Slightly.

But for sure.

Tree wands are shredding, snatching, sucking?

Sharpen the dark attributes of immortality? Is that a sacred attribute?

But every time we slaughter each other.

Every time you combine your swords.

Every time I scrape the wax.

Every time I can turn it over.

Every time.

In vain.

So, I don't know when now is.

The darkness disappeared.

The darkness has risen, but

The slaughter of this sword will not be lifted.

For the slaughter of the jaws......, eh?

I finally get it.

All this time, all this time, all this time, here, all this time, I've been waiting for you to kill me.

One day, one day, one day, I'm sure, I've been waiting for you to finish.

Otherwise, it would have been slaughtered without even being a battle, manipulated by the darkness, not obeying the darkness, and resisting the darkness.

One day, waiting for the darkness and those who will kill me, all the time, here.

"……… servant"

I had no intention of attacking him from the beginning.

So I could fight.

I didn't want to fight in the first place.

So we could slash each other.

I had no desire to live in it.

So......

Served.

I didn't want to kill him.

For some reason, I thought I shouldn't kill you.

Finally, we're out of the dark.

At least I wanted to get you out of here.