Munou To Yobareta Ore, Yottsu No Chikara Wo Eru

Chamlit-Lenatus takes life in this world in a village called Navia, which was once on Tea Turn territory.

Navia, which was on the border land, was an idyllic village where about fifty people were poor but helped each other and lived a prudent life, with most of the inhabitants being elderly and only the parents of Chamrit living in the village.

With that in mind, the young lady was loved by all the villagers, and she also had fun and happy days, feeling like a family to everyone living in the village.

- Until that day comes.

It was the middle of the night when Chamlit celebrated his fifteenth birthday and returned from the temple in his country of Tea Turn to the village.

Because it was night when they returned to the village, seats to celebrate her would be set up the next day, and the villagers would go to the floor earlier than usual.

Chumlit wrapped around the blanket, too, and while I was imagining tomorrow's birthday party, I was only sleeping.

Such a quiet and happy night.

The village was attacked by bandits.

Chumlit wakes up by the screams of the fleeing villagers and the flaming light that illuminates the dark room.

Shortly afterwards, her parents appeared in the room and she was instructed to hide herself in the closet.

No matter what happens, you must never leave.

By this time, the village was already surrounded.

Eventually, in her ears trembling in the closet, she hears her father groaning and her mother crying.

But that, too, was deafening in just a few seconds.

She couldn't hear her parents anymore, she couldn't stay or stand, and she jumped out of the closet where she was hiding.

That's how she opens the door to the room, falling down trying to fold... showing her bloody parents.

Out of sight, such as the bandits she was around, she ran under her parents crying.

I tried to use the magic I had just been given.

Because she told the cleric that what she was given was "restorative magic".

But I couldn't use magic.

Her true magic, "regenerative magic," has no effect on the other.

Restoring is limited to your own body.

The power of immortality for that matter.

Naturally unaware of it, Chumlit continued to practice his magic over and over again, crying, desperately trying to use his magic.

But it doesn't activate any magic.

The bandits who were watching it will notice.

This girl is "incompetent".

But it didn't matter to them or anything like that.

There was just an unexpected treasure in the village attacked to take money and food: a young and beautiful daughter.

The bandits also lit her house after stunning and tying up Chumlit.

Thus, the idyllic village is deprived of everything and her days, when she was happy, mark the end.

However, was it really unfortunate for her that a burglar appeared to fulfill it?

Because either way her happy days were over, even if they didn't show up.

She became "incompetent"... at that moment.

Then she had a literal hell of a day.

They beat me every day, humiliated me, and scorned me for this because I was "incompetent".

Tied to chains, bitten by monkeys, unable to escape or die, she just kept resenting everything.

I wonder why I have to be seen like this.

I wonder what we've done.

And I wonder what "incompetence" is.

"Regenerative magic" is not activated because she doesn't know it, and her body is filled with scratches, not to mention her mind.

A few years later, when all of Chumlit was about to break... the man appeared before her.

The bandits turned into meat hunks without exchanging before the man, and eventually silence dominated the area.

The chain was broken down by a man, and she got her first freedom in years.

To her stunned, the man...... Cross reaches out.

She grabbed the hand without getting lost.

I applied it to my blood... those red hands.

Thus Chumlit became a member of Titanomachia.

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"Ha ha!

"Ugh!?

Chumlit lets himself blow two giant swords that prevented him from slashing himself.

Continuously released right slaughter.

Byrne takes it with a giant sword on the left, and at the same time, he takes aim at her neck with a giant sword on the right.

In a moment when even blinking was unacceptable, Chumlit was slipping the received demon sword to the side and bouncing the giant sword that was approaching his own neck.

"I can see...!

With the momentum intact that prevented Byrne from slashing, Chumlit wields the Devil's Sword at his disposal.

That was too naive to say swordsmanship, and she was just waving her sword in the dark clouds.

In the first place, she is not the type to specialize in white soldier warfare, but the suicide bombing effect, which uses its immortal power, and intelligence-gathering are her primary roles.

But the power of Frunting had lifted her to such a decent fighting presence with Byrne.

"... chip!

It was exactly like a storm that never stopped.

Arm strength, motor vision, reflex nerves, cardiopulmonary function, all of which are elevated to the extreme, without any valley of supposed attacks.

For the first time in this battle, Byrne's shoulders were rocking up and down in a series of attacks as if they were going to last forever.

But...

"Ugh!?

The moment Chumlit, convinced of his superiority, stepped in heavily, his legs were bidding farewell to his body.

Burn's slaughter approaches her neck muscles again as she instantly regenerates her legs and avoids collapsing to the ground.

"Kuh......!

Chumlit jumped backwards and took a great distance from Byrne, which he did with his reflex nerves alone.

"Ahbu-nah..."

No matter, she won't die where she's been slapped in the neck.

Even when she wrapped massive amounts of explosives around her body in the past and exploded with her target, she regenerated to her original appearance in minutes.

Therefore the problem was not there, but in the time lag from death to resurrection.

It may be more right to say that she is in a state of consciousness than if she were alive… but the speed of playback in doing so is momentary, as it is now.

But if he was dead, that is, unconscious, his speed would drop dramatically.

If he dies now, Byrne will undoubtedly give priority to taking the sword "Tsugu" away from Chumlit.

That means nothing more than that she will be powerless against Byrne.

Therefore, now, for the first time in the battle, she was unable to die.

"... I used to want to die"

Resuscitation in the back of her brain, the dark aftermath of passing.

It was a hell of a day that seemed forever.

That's why she turned herself into a degenerate.

Instead of remembering how many people I've killed so far, I no longer even think about it.

It's all to make the world right, and to live a hell like yourself, for the sake of incompetence that you don't even know, for the sake of your beloved companions...

"But now I wonder if I can die. Ma, I'm not dying!