No Fatigue: 24-jikan Tatakaeru Otoko no Tenseitan

I was running in the wilderness, spreading everywhere.

The head is covered in white jaws, but only the frontal vision is open.

The wilderness is neither bright nor dark.

The reddish land with countless cracks continued indefinitely.

It's been an hour.

I looked at my watch and snapped.

I haven't stopped legs in the meantime either.

Melvi said flying beside me.

"I was wondering what kind of trap there was, and I didn't think there was anything (...)"

"Sort of."

Melvi is right.

Nothing exists here but the wilderness.

No sign of demons, no people.

"Nor is the same place looping. Seriously, there's just wilderness everywhere."

But if you think about it, there's no such thing as a terrible trap.

If you have a powerful demon, you can defeat it.

If humans are trapping you, you just have to eat and break it.

But the wilderness of nothing lasts everywhere.

No matter how many skills, classes, or magic tricks I have, I can't afford to be just "spacious".

"In the back, I feel something. I can't really grasp how deep that is. It's like it's right around the corner, it's like it's far away."

"I don't know..."

"Looks like Attiella's" Megido "is responding. I mean, the core of the secondary should be ahead of us."

"But no matter how far you go, you can't get close, can you?

"No way, the concept of distance doesn't work? But if that's the case, then what's the point of me being able to move?

I kept running after that.

I can run as much as I want because I don't get tired of [hard work].

After about half a day of running, I stopped.

"Phew. I feel a little closer."

"How much for a little?

"I don't know exactly"

"So you're saying we just have to keep going like this? That's tight."

Melvi looks down.

It would be madness if it wasn't for me to keep going in an unchanged environment.

So far I've been running in preparation for an unintentional blow, but it's a person's foot, no matter how much it's enhanced with skills, etc.

I take the bike out of dimensional storage.

I bought an off-road bike in Hawaii. Fuel is plentiful for dimensional storage.

I span motorcycles and march through the wilderness.

I've never ridden a motorcycle before. Of course I don't have a license.

I had some anxiety, but had no problem just running the engine and moving on.

Come on, the road is a straight line, don't worry about cornering.

Melvi is resting her feathers by grabbing them on my shoulder.

Nothing happened as it was, and I drove all day on a motorcycle.

I've already run nearly 2,000 kilometers, but I'm not getting anywhere at all.

I tried to figure out how to get out of this strange place while running, but nothing came to mind.

"Close?

Melvi asks.

"A little."

"You're not moving on at all."

"Yes, but I don't think it's progressing much compared to the distance traveled"

"You mean distracted enough?

"No, it's far away, but not tens of thousands of kilometers ahead, for example. It should be as far away as we normally go. Yet we can only get a little (...) closer"

"Is it possible that the other one's far away?

"No. I'm pretty sure it's not moving over there. I know that by the feeling of" Megid. "

I don't see what you mean.

But there's only one thing I know.

"I'm getting close. I'll be there any minute."

"But when will this pace..."

"There's nothing else we can do. We just have to move on."

I span the bike again and go on through the wilderness.

Melvi and I had a similar conversation over and over again.

A little closer. I'm not there yet. When the hell are we going to get there? That's the conversation.

While I was doing this, my watch suddenly broke.

There was not a single clock left in the dimensional storage that was broken.

Since then, I have been unable to measure time.

The wilderness is always thin and bright, nor can we measure the date and time with the movement of the sun.

Proceed for an hour.

Proceed for a few hours.

Proceed for half a day.

Proceed for the day.

Proceed for a few days.

Proceed for a week.

Moving on for a month.

My physical senses have gone crazy along the way, and I can't trust my sense of time.

The only criterion is the distance to the nucleus.

Sure, we're close.

But you never get there.

Me and Melvi were in a hurry, frustrated, and had more fights.

Still, there's only one way to move forward.

The motorcycle that should have been all lubricated up ran out of fuel.

Proceed to transfer to Magi Jeep, prepared by Mr. Alfecia.

Jeep fuel is my MP, so I can't run out.

The strange thing is that I have no appetite at all.

Because this is a heart-melting field, I don't have an appetite, and I don't have to eat to starve.

But not having to eat makes our sense of time even crazier.

How much time has passed?

Suddenly, a voice came down from the sky as I encouraged Melvi, who was never tired.

"Since then..."

Like a lot, my voice breaks.

"... it's not an illusion, is it?

"I heard you, too."

Me and Melvi are checking.

"How many months do you think have passed since then?

I could hear the rest of my voice.

The voice,

"Second!"

"Edgar Culver. Do you know that? How many months have passed since you came here"

Without answering my voice, I can hear my secondary voice from nowhere.

I first heard it from the sky, but now I hear it from all the directions around me.

"... what?

"There's no sense of time anymore, is there? You never get tired. So I don't know much more. How many months have gone by."

I unwittingly silence my secondary words.

"Shall I tell you?

"You want me to believe you?

"You don't have to believe me. Because facts are facts."

Cocksucking, the secondary inclusive laughter echoes in the wilderness.

"- Six months"

"... what?

"It's six months. If it fits the Earth's calendar, that means"

"It can't be that long!

"How can you say that? This is a place between spirit and matter. Whatever happens, it won't be weird."

I was out of my mind.

Six months.

If that's true...

"Edgar! Don't believe me!

Ha ha to Melvi's voice.

"Well, is this the trap you set? Makes us misidentify time. This is where spirit overtakes matter. If we misidentify the time, it will be true."

"Pfft...... so what do you do? I said six months, I see, may be a lie. But it is an indisputable fact that time has passed. While you're stuck here, time is going steadily outside. On the other hand, being information only, I have no reason to rush. I'll wait hundreds of years for your heart to break."

Secondary voice interrupted.

I waited awhile, but the secondary never started talking again.

Still, we go wilderness.

Because there's nothing else I can do.

Our sense of time is no longer completely insane, and we're not going to be able to tell the difference between a week and a month.

The secondary is right, it's not strange if six months had already passed.

Endless hours in the wilderness ensue.

At one point - which "time" was no longer completely lost sight of - the voice of the secondary was heard.

"Well, how long do you think it's been since you've been here?

"... Shut up"

"I know exactly what you don't want to hear. But even if you block your ears, my words are absolute here. Let me tell you the right answer. Five years."

Five years.

upset by the word.

Melvi was exhausted and had less conversation with me.

That is making the time-sensitive madness even worse.

"Well, when should I let you know next? Ten years later? Or, a hundred years from now? Shall I tell you that it's been 300 years since your loved ones died?

"Shut up!"

I hit the wilderness hard.

"Isn't there something you can't take back anymore? Where you don't know, your loved ones are already dead. No one is left to wait for your return. My ego already covers the world. There's only me and you left in the world. You've ruined it, Edgar Culver."

"Shut up! That can't be right!

"What is the basis for denying my words, Edgar Culver? Aren't you allowed to give up now? You've done a good job. No one will resent you. Why don't you throw everything out and sleep in peace? You have the right to be easier."

I shook my head hard and stepped in the jeep accelerator.

Walk through the wilderness with jeeps swaying.

This is a sight we have been seeing for so long that it is no longer possible to measure it.

I feel dizzy.

It's getting really close.

I'm definitely getting close.

But not yet - no matter how long it takes, I won't arrive.

Still, we can go further than we're getting close.

What if the outside world was doomed?

I don't have the option of believing what the secondary says here.

The secondary is obviously trying to break my heart.

"You think I'm trying to break your heart, don't you? That is correct. But I just found out what I meant, and there's nothing I can do about it for you. The flow of time is brutal, isn't it? Marquecto's strongest man. A hero who keeps fighting without resting. Even you can't have never had the flow of time."

Bite my back teeth, I move on.

(True, I'm afraid. I was wondering if it was all too late)

But that's what he thinks.

- Well, it should be.

"Won't you give up, Edgar Culver? I can't resist watching you keep moving forward like a broken doll. Nothing, you don't have to commit suicide in pain. You just have to give up. If you give up from the bottom of your heart, at that moment, you will be taken into this world and become part of my ego and disappear. Being alive, that's the source of all the pain. If you die, everything will be gone. I used to fall asleep when I was a young girl, scared of my father waving violence at my mother, twisting around in my favorite blanket and running away. You should be asleep by now."

"Today...... no, that's rap, secondary"

I step further on the accelerator.

"If you tell me to shut up, I'll shut up. Isn't it time to settle?

"What are you in a hurry?

When I said it, the secondary shut up.

"Finally, I understand. About this world. We were supposed to. That this is an endless wilderness. As far as I'm concerned, this wilderness will be endless."

The secondary is silent.

"'We're getting a little closer, but we can't get there'. It was also a failure to assume that. As far as I'm concerned, we can't get close to the nucleus for long. There's no other way. I've done it myself."

The next moment, the "wilderness" in front of me was shattered.

A hive ran like a spider so that the glass broke, becoming countless fragments and the sight itself disappeared.

What appeared instead was a glassy space.

A transparent hexagonal panel, about a metre on one side, covers the entire area in a domed fashion.

In the middle of the dome, there was a giant crimson crystal.

I slide the jeep across and make a quick stop in front of the crystal.

Me and Melvi jumped out of the jeep and stood in front of the crystal.

The bright red crystal would be three meters tall.

In that crystal, there is a figure.

It looks like a holographic clear pestle.

The holographic pestle that was closing his eyes turned to this one and slowly opened his eyes.

"... are you ready?

I could have suddenly burned my nucleus, but I was kind of listening.

"To me, there is no concept of readiness. Even if you can recognize, understand, and judge, it's impossible to be prepared. That's not how it's done."

The secondary said like any other HR.

"That's a clap. There's no untrained?

"Untrained? That stuff, I don't have it, and the original Pestle Hin - it wouldn't have been in the primary"

"Really?

"Primary dreamed of becoming pure evil. Scrape off the excess that keeps you attached to the existence of man and turn it into evil itself. Now I am an ideal person named Hiroshi Pestle."

Secondary language is huge, as the abusiveness of earlier lies.

"I'm not interested, but I'll just ask for once. What did Pestle want to be like that?

"Come on."

"Oh..."

I'm surprised, the secondary says.

"What the hell did Primal Pestle want? Was it just a temporary consolation to kill, abuse and rule people? Why did Primal choose such a transient way of life? I don't know that."

"Doesn't that mean that's pure evil?

"Primary didn't really want to be like me. Coincidence overlapped and I enjoyed the raw as a copy of Hiroshi Pestle, but this is not the intended result of the primary. But as a result, the existence of me was born that could be completed as pure evil. Hiroshi Pestle's rarity for pure evil was something absolutely impossible, a sign of a primal going through the darkness, an unreachable North Star-like desire. It frustrates Hiroshi Pestle by not fulfilling it. The setback drives Hiroshi Pestle to murder. It was a life for the primary, so to speak."

"There's been some noise."

An irritation against himself, unable to be pure evil, drove Hiroshi Pestle to murder.

But the secondary becomes a being that embodies pure evil that should not have been feasible.

"I swallowed God, I swallowed evil gods, and I gained the power to rule the world. As a matter of fact, I'm not getting anything. Not at all filled. There is no desire to satisfy in the first place. Primary wishes have come true in the form of me. There is no further way. I want greed. I want an impulse for murder, which the primary should have had. I want to taste extreme excitement and trance when I satisfy my impulses. But now that it's complete as pure evil, I don't get it anymore"

To the words of the secondary, says Melvi.

"In short, you don't know the significance of your existence. It's pathetic, though."

"Oh! I want that soul trembling trance! I want the disloyal pleasure of the moment when I mow the lives of others with my own hands! Even though I have the memory of Hiroshi Pestle, I no longer have the desire to lead to murder when my primary aspirations have been fulfilled! Just kill people as pure evil. Those things are just work! Watashigahoshikattano hasonnamonojanaihazda......! Why am I not filled! Why can't I be the only one filled! Answer me! Edgar Culver!"

In the crystal, the pestle holograph turns to himself.

I said with my right hand over the crystal.

"You... no, it's only natural that Hiroshi Pestle won't be filled."

"What do you know, Edgar Culver"

"It's obvious. You, blessed with talent, have always wished to get the stars that float in the sky, and you've actually got many of them. Getting something amazing may feel good at that moment. But the moment you get it, what you get is already disenchanted"

"That's right... I - Primal got a lot of stuff... should. But from the edge of what I got, those brilliances have been lost, boring, ever-present"

"You're a junkie to the stimulus you get from accomplishing something. But, you know, real happiness is nowhere like that. Boring, something that comes and goes. That's what you said? But it warms, nurtures, and forms attachments to such things. You forgot all about that serene pleasure."

"Adorable..."

"It's not just the stuff. And so do people. You are handsome. There must have been a lot of overnight romance. But you can't really get anybody near you. It's like you couldn't somehow warm up a relationship, nurture it, and shape your love for someone."

"Itoosisa......"

Pestle crushed as if he didn't understand the word.

"Me too, I couldn't say much about people. Before I was reincarnated, I was annoyed by my relationship with people and indulged in a game where there was a simple excitement of winning and losing. Even after being reincarnated, your skills have improved. What, you're the kind of person who has prioritized the pleasure of being stronger than the person in front of you."

"Of that... what's wrong?

"I have to get past degrees, maybe it's not bad. But, you know, that kind of pleasure isn't going anywhere. If you'd noticed, I'd be the strongest in the world. But I realized it was my people and my family that mattered more than that to me. Julia Mother, Alfred Father, Stef, Melvi, Jeremiah, three brothers, Asla, Alphesia, Mi Chi, Sun Shiloh, Goddess. There are still countless others. They care about me. Compared to the gratitude of that, it's a title like when did you give up the strongest in the world?"

"Wakaranai......"

"I guess so. That's who you are. I don't know if it's because of the environment or the birth, but I feel sorry for you for being such a person."

"Sympathy...... dato?

"I may be a little arrogant because I've been blessed with a second life. Still - no matter what they say, I protect my loved ones. And for that, you will disappear."

I set fire to it from my right hand.

"Megid."

The ultimate magic created by the magic god Attiera.

It's a hell of a flame that even destroys God.

Red crystals are engulfed in flames.

The flame melts the red crystal as it changes from red to white and from white to transparent.

"There is no excuse. Poor copy flirted with by Hiroshi Pestle. Rest in peace... go to sleep."

The secondary is not uttering any more words.

The flames gradually weaken.

but

"Edgar! Not yet!

With the flames in sight, Melvi said sharply.

There are still red crystals left in the flames that are about to disappear.

The secondary lived while his whole body was covered in noise.

"Damn... did you stay on fire"

Attiella's magic alone didn't seem powerful enough.

As it is, the Megid will soon be extinguished.

The Fire of Fire (Megid) is used up and a one-time magic.

If this fails, there will be no next.

"What can I do...... right!

All you have to do is throw down fuel to burn Megid again.

(You said you wanted to make a grill.)

He says it's not magic, it's the very concept of magic that bumps into each other.

It would mean burning the system itself that makes the magic happen.

(If so...)

I realized there was something I could burn.

Edgar Culée (Four Men of the Grand Duke of Culée, Noble of the Union of South Midgard, Special Ambassador of the Union of South Midgard, Family and Adventurer of Atrazenek, God in Charge of Soul and Circle (S-Rank), Hernford, Baby Scarlet, Bottomless Orochi, Negotiator, Dragon Leaver (Dragonbuster), Friend of the Fairy, Spiritual Mage, Amitab-like, Instructor (Guru), Surprise Box Bastard, Hero of Tragedy, Son of the Culée, Familiar Detective, Conqueror of Immortality, Savior of the Empire, Hundred Ultimate Kills, Big Murder, Federal Trump, Run If You See When)

Seventeen.

Human/Atrazenek Divine Race

Level 92

HP 872/872 (372 + 500)

MP81859/81859 (79859 + 2000)

Class

"Skill Seeker" B (Dedicated class for Edgar Culver. It makes it easier to discover unknown skills. Increased skill levels require strong corrections according to rank. + 100 for HP and + 400 for MP for each rank. Current comp rate of 73.9% for all skills.)

Derivative Class

"Magi Adept" A (exclusive class for Edgar Culver. An integration of all the magical skills of the Kansted. Lower Derivative Class of "Skill Hunter".

"Weaponmaster" A (exclusive class of Edgar Culver. An integration of all the martial arts skills that have been kansted. Lower Derivative Class of "Skill Hunter".

"Spiritual Elder" A (Dedicated class of Edgar Culver. Integrating all Kansted scourge, sensory, and physical manipulation skills. Lower Derivative Class of "Skill Hunter".

"Inventor" C (exclusive class for Edgar Culver. Consolidating all of your Kansted production skills. Lower Derivative Class of "Skill Hunter".

Skills

· Mythological

[Not easy to work] -

[Skill Magic]

"Blessings of the Good God +3 (Atrazenek)"

"Blessings of the Good God +2 (Kanuman)"

Blessing of the Good God (Atrazenek)

It's in my status, skills and classes.

Because these are made by God, they should be fuelled if they come to the flames of Megid.

Skills that have been acquired over the course of seventeen years since reincarnation.

It doesn't "burn" it, but it's not if you're choosing the means.

"With [Skill Magic], you can extract skills and classes. - Come out, Magi Adept."

Something is coming out of my body.

It became an extremely colored swirl on my palm.

"Ahhh! I don't like it! But we have to! Go!"

I throw a colorful whirlpool into Megido.

The Fire of Fire (Megid) is stained with extreme colour and burns as a Fire Column.

Crystals twitch and burn in flames.

But...

"Come on, isn't it enough?"

"But it's working!

While I nod to Melvi's words, I concentrate on [skill magic].

"Next! Come on, Weapon Master!

An object with countless miniatures of weapons folded up appears from the palm of your hand.

Bring it to Megid.

The Fire of Fire (Megid) is once again turned into Fire, but the Secondary is not yet burned out.

"" Spiritual Elder, "" Inventor "!

Extract more classes and throw them into Megido.

Fuel drop in two together. "Megid" sprinkles firepowder with explosive momentum.

"Damn! Not yet... Skillseeker!

Only the class with the spindle felt something invisible slip away.

Throw it into Megid before you get lost.

The red crystal was much smaller.

One more push and you'll burn it out.

([Skill Magic] - That's not good)

If you burn [skill magic], you won't be able to retrieve the remaining [difficulty inactivity].

For example:

"... do I have to give this one to you too"

[Not easy to work].

The skills the goddess gave me when I was reincarnated into this world.

My, the power that underlies cheats.

If I let this go, I won't be special.

But there was no wonder and no resistance.

"Sounds cold to my partner I've been fighting with, but you've had enough."

When I lived on Earth - Chiki Kagi was lonely.

He was a company employee and a player in fighting games, but all relationships are rare.

I thought I was as satisfied as I was, but there was a gap breeze in my mind from time to time.

That's not happening anymore.

Melvi, Jeremiah, Asla.

Julia's mother, Alfred's father, three brothers.

Goddesses and Alphesians.

Michi.

There are countless other people who need me.

"So - I don't need it anymore. I don't know about cheats. Sure, I can stay where I am now because I got special powers... but I'm pretty sure power isn't the only thing everyone needs me for. Come on, [hard work]! It's my last big job!

Slowly - something was taken from my body.

My whole body feels heavy. I just didn't feel fatigued until now, and I felt a sense of fatigue accumulating slightly all over my body.

In front of my body, a big light appears.

It was shaped just like my body.

The skills I've grown with it are already completely familiar with me and like my own.

My status should be that this leaves me with [skill magic] to tease.

I can't even see the status in [Appraisal] anymore.

I looked at the secondary that could be found in Megid.

"I hate to admit it - there's a part of me that looks like you. I want power, I want to be better than others, I do have that desire. I want to beat someone up and feel better, I can't deny I have that feeling either. So..."

I interfere with [difficult labor] and change its shape.

"This is my fault. [Uneasy labor], turn God into a blade to slaughter and tear and slaughter!

[Difficult] but becomes a huge wave of sword.

It's a giant sword with as many blades across my whole body, made of gold light particles.

I grip the pattern with both hands and shake it wide toward the secondary.

"[Not easy to work]. Thanks...... goodbye"

A golden blade broke the core of the secondary in two.