Mom is my constellation

"You really fold your spine when you see him later, you Dior bastard."

My voice was trembling as I did so.

How does a mouse in front of a cat feel? Even if I wanted to take a step back, my legs caught up and stood still.

[…….]

The presence of my mother confronted me with indifference.

A piercing sense of humiliation was contained within that serene pupil.

The damn 'Central Trial' asked me one question.

Can you trample on a precious being for a purpose?

It's too much.

It's not a matter of emotion....

'It's a matter of force, damn it.'

How to beat a human called the apex of all players as an opinion.

I spoke to a fake with the feeling of grabbing a jigsaw.

"Uh, Mom? It's me, my mother's only son. Yellow wood."

It's useless. I don't feel like explaining it every day because it's so obvious. Did you lean on hope to solve the tribulation? Don't let me down on a petty walk, man.

"……."

I swear to God, I will fold his spine three times, no, ten times.

The problem is, I have to go through this trial alive...

'I have to, damn it.'

He captured all the endangered mentals and was in a combat position.

I can't. If I had Pandora's Box, I would have made some breakthroughs.

Shit. The more I think about it, the more balanced this fight is.

My mother was right in front of me.

"…?!"

Which one?

... before I even wondered, my feet were kicking the ground backwards. Rather than being an evasive move from my will, I feel like my survival instinct that rang the bell has pulled me back.

Quaaang!

The sword of salvation swung with a screaming burst of porosity, knocking down where I was just now.

Oh, my God.

Is this really the kind of destructive force that can happen when you shoot the ground with a blade?

I don't think that's enough to blow up the dynamite.

But I'm surprised...

"Argh...!"

The long cut scar from the left clavicle to the right flank hurts too much.

I'll turn around. Didn't you avoid it perfectly? I didn't even feel the touch of iron on my skin.

At that time.

Bloop...!

As if unrealistic, I notice a fierce flame flashing over the sword.

'That fire is increasing the range of screening ridiculously....'

It does not encapsulate ether. It's the only power I can use. Well, that's just fire.

'& Attribute Grant….'

I remember checking my mom's stats in the 'Reverse Dungeon'.

I didn't know it was such a scary skill at the time.

Bloop!

As I chew and swallow my torn fist, I surround the fierce ether in both hands.

The sound of tarnishing has already disturbed my ears, but I can't help it. The only weapon I can rely on right now is the fierce ether.

When I opened my eyes once, my son-in-law was already full of her appearance.

It's not just a quick foot. This level removes almost physical distance.

'Probably a football (S) skill.'

Whoo-hoo!

Reach your fist facing the vertically falling checkpoint. If you avoid it, you will only repeat the previous tragedy. I would rather pour out all my power and repay it.

The moment of Chalna.

My authority and my mother's screening collided in the air.

The afterstorm shakes the dark space to be processed. My right arm frowned. Blood flowing through the fingertips evaporated due to the flame of ether.

"Honestly, I thought my arm might be cut off."

[…….]

"But as you can see, they weren't fired."

A fake mother, pushed a few steps back, glanced at me with a calm look.

On the other hand, my feet were still holding the same place.

The one that won the previous match means the country.

The fake mother's eyes staring at me shifted toward the sword of salvation this time.

The fire that had covered the censorship before, was nowhere to come.

The ether of ferocity burns even the same fire.. No. More precisely, it's the power to burn skills.

I realized it instinctively.

"If I cut my arm off in this desperate situation, I'd just die gently. But... Fortunately, I think I can still be a little bit more prodigious."

The reason my tail is up right now is not only because I have a little understanding of the nature of the force called ether.

"You're weaker than my 'real' mother."

[…….]

"I may have reproduced the real power perfectly. By the way, not now. You must be the exception to losing 70% of your fighting power."

I'm thinking about it now, but if the fake in front of my eyes had reproduced the power of my body 100%..

'Your limbs must have been torn apart by the shock wave when the first attack flew in.'

Anyway, the fake I'm facing is only three days away from my mom's power.

Of course, that does not mean that the winner has been given to me completely.

Mom's status from the reverse dungeon for a while. I don't remember the details, but all abilities, from strength to intelligence, lightly smiled at 1400.

Even if it's three halves of its power, it's stronger than I am now.

'Die if you're careful.'

In addition, the ability is inferior and does not even match the ability.

Apart from a stat drop, what if "he" has all his mother's skills?

'... I'd rather have you fight with a celestial angel one more time.'

In the midst of an audacious heartbreak, a tear was made without my knowledge.

Oh, my God!

A fake child stuffed the sword of salvation into the sword.

And snap! I lean my head quickly to the left and right, as if I were trying to relax my muscles.

Is that behavior possible?

"You mean I'm bare hands, and you're going to fight me with the same bare hands?"

[…….]

I tried to get upset about the fact that I was looking shallow.

.. If the opponent wasn't a monster with her skills.

I almost said thank you for the moment.

"Even if you're looking at my mom, I'm going to shoot her without a fake anymore."

Scared to finish that.

Paaang!

At the same time, our new man, who stepped at the right angle, shook the branch and clashed.

I poured out a storm of ether, but none of them inflicted damage on a fake child.

I find loopholes, and every time I try to stab them, I get stuck in the fist of a fake kid.

'Monster...!'

Pababat!

Whenever the workshop continued with innumerable remnants, it was me who was hurting more and more.

One shot hits the head and it hits the body in a row, so the focus blurs by itself.

And then for a moment, when my body lost its center of gravity and started pounding.

Heh!

"Billions...!"

The faker reaches out his hand like lightning and grips my neck roughly.

The moment I thought I was harassing, I was already thrown away.

The new man, who flew out of the air and collapsed, immediately rushed to the ground. Sweeping the swampy surface, the black water rises high every time the body leaves.

Concussion or broken ribs. It hurts like crazy.

But this fucking fake guy, he doesn't even give me time to moan.

Whiick!

He jumped like a bullet, and then I fell to the point where I was rushing forward on my knees.

"……!"

My body moved first before I even thought about it. With both hands on the ground, I blew my back like a back tumbling.

Immediately after,

Quaaang!

The knee of a thunderous monster presses against the place where I fell.

Knock.

If it had been 0.5 seconds late to avoid it, I would have died without even leaving a body.

Stunning imagination touched my brain. But that was a mistake.

When I did the imaginary, I had to distance myself a little more.

Phew!

"Hook, hook...?!"

The kicker that flew into an improbable trajectory crushed me.

At a close moment, he raises his arm and defends himself, but the shock hits his whole body evenly.

And as I was flying again, I realized.

'The reason he's fighting me with his bare fist... is not the same as the knight.'

I know my mother very well. My mother is not a player with any knights.

'Even with your bare fist, I can overwhelm you. That was confidence.'

Iron Buck!

During a gloomy ritual, I felt the chill of black water touching the back of my head.

In blurred vision, I saw a fake knee shot with one more leap.

'... If he had completely duplicated my mother's fighting style, he wouldn't have made more than one mistake.'

I missed my first knee, so this time I will definitely hit it.

In fact, that fall velocity will cause his knee to burst my abdomen before he even touches the ground with his hand.

'Inevitably.'

That short thought was the last one.

The sound of something exploding sounded through my ears.

* * *

Qaaaaaah!

"It's over."

Shortly after the woman's knee fell to the ground.

Even the holographic screen was filled with black water columns of enormous size.

I didn't see the screen to cover the water column, but it wasn't that difficult to predict the results.

"On the other hand, it's bitter. If he had joined our legion, he would have made a decent force."

Dior, who crossed his arms, turns around with his tongue kicked lightly.

"The ignorant one. So you should have taken it gently when the offer came."

I have to.

He shouldn't have made such a distinction, so he wouldn't have survived long if he was on the side of the legion anyway.

That's when Dior snorted.

[Chuckles]]

"……!"

I heard a scream behind my back.

However, the voice of that scream is not that of a man.

Surprised Dior turns his heavy head and looks at the screen.

On the screen,

"What...?"

The ignorant man was crushing the woman's lower jaw with an upper cut.

* * *

It wasn't my abdomen that exploded, it was a fake lower jaw.

"I would have said it very clearly."

[HP -50% and 'Fortitude' will be activated!]

"No matter how you look like my mother, I'll shoot you no more than fake."

[Increase all stats by 50%!]

[Decrease Damage Received by 50%!]

My average stat exploded exponentially due to irresistible skills triggered by perfect timing. Thereby, the pendulum of balance tilted towards me.

'No, the slope is a bitch.'

Blame it!

The body of a fake kid who flew over the top cut stayed in the air. In that gap, I jumped into a single sigh, kicking the ground. The moment I crossed with the new guy who was about to crash.

Whirrick!

I rotated my whole body like a fang and hit the fake face with my heels.

Tuquang!

His back plate is stuck deep in the ground and a wall-like sound bursts out.

As it stood, he stood up on his knees and shot him in the abdomen without hesitation.

This is revenge, you son of a bitch.

'I'm not sure yet!'

The blow worked properly. With this, he won't even be able to behave.

But...

Pueberbach!

I poured out my guitar like a chaser on something.

I couldn't afford to feel guilty about swinging my fist at a creature that looked like my mother. The day I'm caught up in that dilemma and die by a fake, I can't even close my eyes because it's unfair.

'Certainly. You must undoubtedly cut off this fake son of a bitch's breath. If you didn't...!'

Kwaang! Kwaang! Kwaang! Kwaang!

It was inflicted ten times per second, but it contained an apparent murder in one shot.

It has to be.

If he strikes with any force, if he survives close enough,

'Awaken the Warrior...!'

That way, his stats will double in an instant.

Then what is it that is so insubordinate and everything goes back to its original form.

The answer is no.

I'll fall from my neck without even knowing the moment I die.

I paused and raised my right arm high.

Bloop!

A violent ether with strong vibrations whirls, sparking a flame.

I assure you, if this is one shot, I will send Heavenly Heavenly Angels to Goal as well.

The field of view darkened.

"……."

No, no, no, no.

No, I'm not.

My eyes are looking at the ceiling right now.

'... the ceiling?'

That means that I'm lying down now...

Kugugugugu!

At that moment.

Terrible heavy pressure built up my body.

Like a big truck, I couldn't even move.

'Well, what happened...'

I barely lifted my head and looked forward with a bloodbath around my neck.

And a moment.

"Ah…."

I quickly grasped the idea that I was really brave. Not far away, a fake body covered in red lightning was slowly walking this way.

He triggered the Awakening of the Fighter.

... When the hell was that?

Obviously, I wouldn't have given you the chance to activate some kind of skill.

No, but when did I fall?

You don't remember a single interim cut in time.

Wait, time's cut out?

'Extreme concentration...' '

Skill to amplify the flow of thinking and twist even the principle of space-time.

Within the realm of time that only the caster could perceive, the fake sent me away and triggered the Awakening of the Fighter.

But what's the point of knowing the principle?

Even at this moment, death has been pressuring me at a glance.

Kugugugugu!

The power to process revolved around the fake body, causing it to blur.

I just saw, I heard, I felt.

"Argh...?!"

The pain has overwhelmed me so much that I can't compare to when I was beaten by his kick.

The feeling of helplessness that seems to have become a candlestick in front of the wind has been overwhelming.

'That one, I can't win.'

The stats of the fake guy who used the Awakening of the Fighter..

Shit, I don't want to imagine.

You don't have a jaw to fight with.

If so,

'I have no choice but to run away from him for three minutes...!'

The only trick is to bounce until the activation time of the skill is over.

.. But the pessimistic idea that it will be impossible will not disappear.

'No matter how hard I tried and fled, AGI stats won't be able to beat a guy over four.'

The future is so invisible, my head is so new.

But I don't want to die quietly. No, I'm getting out alive.

'What, there must be some way...!'

Grasping the rope of hope, I open my eyes and look at him.

If you have any minor weaknesses, I will bite you to the end and stretch you out.

Burning that notion, I provoked Touan.

By the way,

[Strongly recognizes the presence of the target in sight!]

[Skill of Touan is increased!]

['Touan II' will open!]

"What...?"

A moment of longing for hope.

An incredible spectacle unfolds.