Magic? Muscle Is Much More Important Than Such A Thing!

One day.

We were walking around the city at noon.

It's not that I'm taking a break, it's that I'm heading to the requested location.

It's just a slightly different request.

"A request to restore the artist of the ramp, or?... I've never seen anything like it before."

These requests are rarely lined up in the guild in the first place in themselves.

Lined up in the guild is mostly a request for a rough relationship.

Some of them are like helping you with your use or work, but I can't tell you how many of them are.

It was the first time in the world that there had been more requests to engage with artists.

But I am confident in this request.

Why? It is decided.

Because if you look at my muscles, something like a ramp will blow up, by the way.

The muscles inhabit the universe. Needless to say, if that's well worked out.

If you look at an infinitely expanding universe, artists should be inspired.

I release my right arm muscle strength and take a serious look.

"……………! I see a constellation in my biceps......!

I could see it. In a mass of strength called muscle, shining stars.

First, second, and third stars… The stars all shine in a dazzling light in the world of muscles.

And I understand.

If the sea is the mother of life, then the muscles are the mother of the universe.

On such a large scale, tears caught my cheeks.

"Hey, why are you crying............?

"Because I felt the universe."

"The universe………?

I showed my right arm to Phyllia, a voice full of doubt.

"Look, Phyllia. This is the universe."

"Did the aliens even modify your head?

Phyllia with her mouth clenched open and fingering her own head.

No, you can't. He's giving up understanding.

"Don't talk to me..."

"Please don't take this line"

While having such a conversation, we arrived at the client's house.

The house was of such a size that it seemed more appropriate to call it a mansion.

When I hit him with all my might, he was big enough that he couldn't blow it off in one shot, and I think the enormity would be fully conveyed.

Not only was it huge, but the gate shape and the house standing, everything had an elaborate design. The strength of the claims that pop into my eyes, even though I don't like them, is something like an artist's mansion.

"Wow, that's amazing"

Phyllia says in a way that impresses me.

If you look at the half-opened mouth, you seem quite impressed.

I don't know if this inspirational spearhead is this mansion or my muscle, but I'll chime in and let you know the visit for now.

"Come on in."

I thought I heard a man over a speaker provided for the gate, and the gate opened automatically and sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Oh, wow.

We stepped into the mansion as we were invited.

When we entered the mansion, a client and a man waited for us at the entrance door, which is about the size of a typical room.

"It's Phyllia. Regards."

"It's Yuri. Nice to meet you."

"Hoo...... nice to meet you, Monsieur, Madom Azel. I'm Muller. Thank you for the guidance of God who met you."

The man with a neat face - apparently called Muller - replied with a gentle stroke of his blonde hair with his hand.

I wonder if she wears perfume as well, the artificial good smell irritates my nose.

And whatever it is, it's pretty hysterical. I'm getting a little used to the impoverishment of the human muscles in Wangdu, so much so that it shocks me again.

My face is amazingly handsome, but I feel uncomfortable when my body is told that I am too poor to be a man.

You're different from a handsome man.

"You're lucky to be face-to-face with me. People who see me will be happy. No matter how distant my appearance is..."

Muller says so much and combs his hair with his hands, taking a moment.

And I went on.

"- No… this is also the duty of what is most beautiful,"

Oh, I don't like this guy.

I intuited.

Somehow, I can tell from the first encounter that the wavelengths aren't right.

After a full greeting, Muller turned to Phyllia.

For some reason, it is slightly inclined rather than frontal.

"But are you going to make up for it? What do you say we hang out?

"I refuse."

Müller, swinging instantly, doesn't even seem discouraged.

"Yeah, yeah. You know exactly what I mean. Phyllia, you are indeed so beautiful. But even you can't match me like that. Do you know why? Because I'm the most beautiful one. There's only one person in this world."

"Ha, I see."

"Please don't let me down. I have to be everyone's idol of beauty. [M] You're not bad. The bad news is I was born with so much beauty - it's me."

What is this Nori? I can't keep up.

Phyllia looks at me with chills.

Even if they look at me, I don't know how to deal with him either.

Muller keeps talking like an unstoppable machine, whether he knows how we react or not.

"It's wild to quantify beauty, but let's dare to quantify it. In ten steps, Phyllia, you're ten, Yuri... six, maybe. I'm a hundred million, by the way."

Isn't that ten levels?

Or my six points are too subtle. Can't you see this muscle?

I took my jacket off subtly. A forged body is exposed to the outside air.

Muller stares at it with clear eyes.

"Though I don't understand, I see a core belief. To spare no effort, there will be unlimited numbers of people who will understand it. If you score six points from me, I'll do it. [M] Of all the creatures I've ever seen, it's definitely in the top few percent. You can be proud."

…… Are you being praised?

Oh, my God, isn't that a good one?

I put my jacket back on quietly.

"Muller, I think I feel good about you."

"Yuri, it's not that simple."

"Ugh."

"But it's nice in there, too."

"You're too white."

"Uh, I praised you because I couldn't."

Phyllia pointing her mouth, but I won't give her back the reaction.

You can't make fun of me like that.

On the day I react to this, it's obvious that I'm going to be teased for a while.

"You're close. Good thing."

Muller smiled at Nico for our interaction.

... Somehow, he's a weird guy.

Well, I guess he's just an artist, and he's got a different sensibility than me in the average person.

"Muller. That's about it for the chat, and it's time to move on to the request. You wanted to go through the ramp?

When I say that, Muller scratches up his blonde hair.

He then paused to pose with his hand touching his head.

"I don't really like the way you say ramp. If you say so… I guess it feels like 'I'm just taking a little vacation' or something"

"It's hard to understand on the long side."

"I'm sure you're going to the water capital. That's good. Always a fantastic sight fills my sight, so it washes my heart just to be alive. Your soul will be beautiful, over there. Have you guys been there?

"I do. I've had experiences like drinking balls and adaptive stones that I can hardly taste anywhere else."

"Heh, have you been there? Let's talk a little bit about the Water Capital."

As I watched Muller and Feelia begin to thrive on the topic of the Water Capital, I thought.

He said he didn't feel like a crisis because of the ramp.