My 【Repair】Skill Became an Almighty Cheat Skill, So I Thought I’d Open Up a Weapon Shop

"... the power of the soul?

The cherry blossoms took the spike setup while keeping some time, looking straight at the Demon General Suzuri.

"So you're aiming for a complete resurrection of the Fire Daylight Girl (Hino Kagahime)? Rewrite not only flesh but even soul......!

"I don't care if that happens, but I don't care if (...) et al. (...) et al. (...) et al. (...) et al. (...) never mind."

"... what?

The moment a slight upset deflects the cherry blossom's attention, the tin packs an intermission in an instant and waves the blade down.

Cherry blossoms instantly changed their structure to receive slaughter and pushed themselves to sharpen the shovel, taking a step further from between the shovels.

"All we want is his' power '. Whether you are the person who wields it, or the Fire Daylight Girl (Hino Kagahime), there is no big difference. As long as that power is directed at Agate Lamb."

"I see...... finally got to the point!

Play a scorching knife and jump backwards to let go of the big time again.

Around - he manages to stop his consciousness leaning towards him, getting his breath ready and suppressing the urge behind his chest.

"Now I'm short on strength to deal with Agate Lamb! Is that what you're trying to say? That's why until I imitated this...!

"... we were once defeated by Agate Lamb. I lost myself, too, to lose my original flesh. My ability to fight now extends far beyond my natural flesh even when I activate a divine descent."

For the first time ever, there is an emotional change in the face of the tin.

That's a distortion of the mouth that just seems self-derisive.

It was a testament to the great significance of defeat against Agate Lamb in the perception of the Demon General Suzuri.

"The doll you've been fighting for is nothing more than a diminishing feature of latent specifications. As we dive unknowingly into the kingdom on earth and Athlopolis, we can't cover it up with dolls that can bring out maximum performance... it was determined so, but it's a late degradation. Hence...!

Rigid sword to be swung down from divine speed steps.

The next moment when the cherry blossoms took it from the front in a hard way, Suzuri flipped herself like a whirlwind and rolled out a kick that blew from the diagonal down.

"Damn......!

The kicked up cherry blossom body arced heavily and danced through the universe, penetrating the lava phantom and being blown up to the fourth tier.

Even as he tries to change his posture in the air and prepare for landing, a tiny figure appears who stands in front of him without rolling out a horizontal gizzard.

"... you have the power." I can only establish a battle with Agate Lamb's battle dolls... "

Two swinging swords that bump into each other.

A shadow for two, wrapped around the scorching heat of the divine descent, crashed into the surface of the fourth tier and scattered the dust that exploded.

- I turned my words on behalf of the people in this room to Ayle Sethroomnil, who finished his solo story.

"I could understand how ancient magical civilizations were cut off. But what the hell is wrong with that? To me... what does that have to do with us?

"Oh, you can imagine, can't you? If you're such an unpredictable person, we haven't been forced to go this far."

When Ayle approached me in her dancing footsteps, she gave herself up and looked up at me.

Garnett plunges himself in front of me and becomes a wall between Ayle and me.

I don't know if that was funny, but Ayle grinned and took a few steps back, this time turning his face toward Hild, who hid his face in the hood.

A hild that deeply re-wears the hood to deflect the gaze.

Did Ayle realize who Hildo was - the elf who was once under their control?

Bareback alone doesn't make anything certain, and Ayle himself didn't dare speak to Hild, and he turned his gaze back on me again.

"I thought humans were doomed in every dungeon. Even if he could escape the dungeon, he thought he would die without ever rebuilding civilization. And yet... ahhh!

Spread your arms with a daunting trick that Ayle wanted to act on.

"At one point, a group of humans visited The Fairy Home of White Asia! Although the ancient magical civilization and the original role of the dungeon were completely forgotten! They wore lost pseudo-magic in the name of 'Skills' to rebuild civilization brilliantly!

This is as far as I can imagine.

I have to say that it is obvious, no matter what you think, that there are people who have left the dungeon to build a new civilization on earth than we exist here.

But what I don't know - no, what I can't be sure of is the relationship between the original magic and pseudo-magic and our skills... hence the position of the gods who have been supposed to impart skills.

"Um, Sir Luke"

Unexpectedly, the brave Ezel pinches his mouth from side to side.

"Does God call it skill when he brings out the magical power of sleeping in our bodies?"

"No... that's..."

"Mmm, a shame!

With a look commensurate with the appearance of even feeling young and young, Ayle laughs off the hypothesis of the brave Ezel.

And with a smile on his face, he speaks the truth that should not be known to the humans on earth.

"I don't like God in this world. The great ancient magical civilization has proven itself. It didn't exist from the beginning."

- It's as if it's a theatrical dialogue or something, something that lacks realism, yet mysteriously lightly soaked to the bottom of my mind.

"Where the hell was it that made that technique? The humans on earth possessed the art of exaggerating and extracting only the (...) number (...) or (...) of the pseudo-magical remnants, diluted forces that dwelt on them..."

"That's what God (...) and (...) believe (...) say..."

"Yeah, you're right!

With a full grin, Ayle affirms the most unrealistic hypothesis I've ever thought of.

"By self-implication, humans created a technology that skewed capacity only to specific abilities. That's the gods. That's faith. Everything was in reverse order."