Over The Infinite

-1 -

Watanabe Tsunami and Ibarra clash. Clash between < beard cut > and < left arm of Watanabe Tsunami >. "God Strike/Arm Break Chi" and "God Strike/Arm Break Chi" clash. Natural and natural enemies collide in multiple ways.

That's an extreme blow for each other to destroy each other. A blow to transcend even the best on the spot.

In the extreme, I swung through. However, Ibarra's left arm was also wiped out. A blow that destroys its natural enemies hit them without being offset.

The feeling of being torn to pieces by each soul is the same as it was when I received Watanabe's Left Arm... No, it was more lethal than that.

In the eternal, eternal moment, what I've been looking for is a hand that goes on from here.

It's not doomed. Minor consciousness. They're all connected. But my body doesn't move. My whole body, on the other hand, suffers from dysfunction, even though I say that being decently active is as much as thinking.

But he's still alive. Through the experience I gained once and the extraordinary enhancements that are still being made by others, I still struggled to maintain the Watanabe Line.

The fact that I am is likely that Ibarra is, too. I have the feeling that I beat the best death for Ibarra, but I have not been able to confirm the consequences of the clash. There's no response that we've destroyed him. We felt we hadn't gotten to each other yet.

I recognized that I crashed into the floor with a slightly lingering vision. He was blown straight behind him and slammed to the wall just like he did once he was fatally injured.

... helpful. I'm not talking about traffic accidents, but if you have vision, you can confirm him just by slightly shifting his vision up. Just a little, just a little.

Too many permanent seconds pass when they say they just move the eyeballs slightly. They say they continue to receive paranormal recovery, but they still don't arrive. For a shattered soul to be repaired, it takes a few seconds to get up again...... no, it takes nearly a minute. If Ibarra were to pursue us in this situation, this would be the end of it.

... So when Ibarra's lower body appeared in her slightly moved vision, I thought it was a real defeat.

"... brilliant"

The word you speak is an inaudible voice. We bumped each other so far. Yet, for the first time, we heard the voices of our enemies.... You talked, you.

If you think about it, Ibarra is essentially and ex-natally Japanese. You came from me in the first place, so it was possible that you were passing on your knowledge. So what is it?

But there is no pursuit. The defeat I was prepared to take will not come forever.

"Apparently, it wasn't enough to destroy... each other"

What was captured by the vision that regenerated little by little was the figure of Ibarra, who was standing on both feet but disappearing like fog.

Ibarra couldn't stop herself from collapsing again so I couldn't move. A strange sight has been established where two people who kill each other instantly if their hands move even slightly can't do anything about it. Our encounter is about to come to an end without one another.

"You don't have the power to defeat me, and I'm being restored to the magic again. … but not bad"

Ibarra's right arm collapsed from the ground up and fell to the floor. In contrast to the rapidly collapsing right arm, the alien arm gripped by it remains intact. As if claiming that's not part of Ibarra.

"It was originally your thing. Return."

It should have been my thing from my previous life, my death, but also the root of Ibarra. Abandoning it is synonymous with accepting your own annihilation. But Ibarra is still there.

"Born and not against your left arm, now let's just stand before you as an Ibarra and try"

Ibarra disappears. We lose our roots, and yet we do not perish. I don't feel like I'm going up to the next stage, either.

Perhaps he was imprisoned by the same feeling Gerguial felt for the Imperial Dragon.

"Wait in the infinite corridor, four, four floors."

The last time I said that, Ibarra disappeared.

It is an oath of rematch, a promise not to be tied to the rules of captivity of cause and effect that you come to kill at any time because you are waiting.

Four, four, four are the layers where Erica and the others were killed by Ibarra. I don't know what that means. There is also the possibility that death is simply an overlapping Japanese image-dead restraint.

Hierarchy with nothing special to it other than us. That's where Ibarra is waiting. Probably as my death, far stronger than it is now.

"... is"

That's such a messy, ineffective game.... I'm kidding.

... but well, I don't feel as bad as he said. It was a trigger for the collapse of the stars, but the wedge of the singularity of his death was removed after that. Fighting him to death is not a necessity from his original purpose either. Most importantly, I was sure I was happy to kill him again.

We are natural enemies no matter how far we go. Death to each other that never crosses. So killing each other is the only dialogue. That is by no means hostile due to disgust, hatred, or a mismatch of interests. We understand, admit and kill each other more deeply than anything else. Because that's what it is.

... So let's be strong. Now it's time to kill him directly from the front.

A few seconds pass with nothing.

Thanks to others continuing to strengthen and recover without saying anything, my body's senses are back. Nevertheless, it will take a little longer to begin the world alteration by The Spider.

The first thing I felt when my senses returned was the feeling of being gripped in my right hand. …… There are no more. It's not the Japanese knife that I feel in my hand, it's the familiar wooden knife. The pattern is the same, but you can't go wrong with it. It's like a replica that just recreates the possibilities better than the original. Even if it's close to the real thing, it's not real.

The name isn't "unfriendly." It's natural enemies, it's death, it's destruction for the world, but I must have felt that Ibarra, the supreme understander of Watanabe, was my friend. That's why it's a change. I feel like I'm skipping one if I'm thinking about the renaming order of < beard cut >, but I don't care.

If you deflect your vision, you will still have the left arm of the Watanabe line that Ibarra was holding. The alien machete, far from the origin of Ibarra, was shaped differently to give the same signs that it had once held on a collapsing earth. I'm sure it will be returned now, but this is one of the consequences we left behind. You should take it back, whether you want to use it or not.

There is no data medium in the Item Box that contains the simulation data of S6. During the battle, it seemed no mistake that s6 broke it with the last lie he threw up and felt it disappeared.

I still don't know what the hell that miracle was. But we can't just forget that look we fought together. It's a miracle I shouldn't forget, no matter who.

- "... are you done? ――

That's what other people talk about in Tales. It's a cold, quiet voice just saying what the first wolf was.

- "Once it's over. Thank you for your help. … we will now modify the singularities, but please do not disturb us……

On second thought, Nayu is in a position where he can interfere with and interfere with the activation of the Spider. Should I explain it properly? The only thing she cares about is where Dammus is going, though she doesn't seem interested in history or winning or losing.

- "I know the situation to some extent, so please give priority to alteration and doing it. It's just that I'll have to report the details to you later.

I don't know how, but he was gathering information while he was fighting.

I thought you heard it from the second, but I can feel it not moving from the crash site.... Probably due to paranormal powers that I don't understand. I'm sure you're safe, but maybe it's a mistake not to ask about Damus.

"... Well"

Well, let's just say we start.

The method of an outer road that punches into a wall without a tip. A world change that has been made on top of sacrifices without the art of description.

-2 -

Hit me. Just hit me with no heart. Ignore laws of combat, such as power, weight movement, and behavioral connections, and just stay emotional.

Don't think about something that makes sense. It doesn't make any sense, so it's the situation we're in.

He didn't even fight back against Locke, he just looked annoying and he was a clown who just ran away, but some of the fists he got his hands on while he was still emotional have arrived. It's not the feeling of the empty, the immaterial, it's the feeling of knowing that something exists there, even if it's not human. Even after the Overdrive has expired and the sensation as an observer has disappeared, the sensation continues.

As Tuna said, I guess this clown can do anything but not output enough. If it's just pure specs, maybe it only has something inferior to intermediate adventurers.

"... painful na"

Overflowing words are deception. It is also suspicious whether there are organs that feel that way. But I have a response. So heartless, beat even.

"... said it hurts"

"... what?

My right fist was grabbed, which I felt was an accidental clean hit. Skilled moves that don't allow clowns to feel anything until they feel grabbed.

And they threw it as it was.

"Wow!!"

What? Here. Aikido? At least, that's a move the clown hasn't shown before.

Although we will land for now, we cannot pack an immediate distance away. The clown in front of me is giving signs that he can't step in. Sudden expansion. I've stopped for clowns who have moved into a completely different pattern of behavior than before.

"... ha"

As he was wary of what he was going to do, the clown sat straight to the ground.... What is this about?

Thus, for a few seconds, observing the immobile clown, his arm grew gnawed from the gap in his clothes apart from the clown's arm, punching the clown in the face.

When the mask covering his face is crushed, it's Dammus' face that he knows so well that he came out from below. Not all of them were originally covered up and hidden, but face paint discomfort is amazing when everything comes to light. I'm not sure. The expansion is now, but I couldn't move on to the signs I felt from the clown more than that.

"Er... a little dumbass?

"That's right. I know you guys well. It's Dammus. This is Shingo Pestle, who was cocked by a clown in the barn. Damn...... I'm not kidding. Just kidding."

I'm in such a bad mood that I can tell by the look of it. If you're unfamiliar, you're not under enough pressure to die just being nearby.

That was probably something that that clown couldn't do, and it was also proof that it was a real pestle building shingo. I mean, if they fight back, they die.

"I've got a lot to ask you, how far do you know?

But I'm not willing to punch you in vain if you're a real dumbass. No, I'm not saying there's no grudge, but I'm not willing to do anything about it right now. Because up to this point it was only like eight wins against clowns.

I know it's the same thing in the fundamental part, but if the story makes sense, we'll have to talk first.

"There are tons of parts I don't know, but I still know a lot of the flow because I was looking at the same thing as a fucking clown.... made me"

"For now, you mean you don't have to worry about clowns?

I don't know, but does that mean the clown disappeared?

"... Soon. Tsuna, my presence must have been confirmed by the fact that you started the alteration. Originally, a clown came out because I was exploiting a precarious situation."

"Well, Tuna..."

"At least, I guess that means the time to make the alteration has been twisted. You know what else is going on. This is quarantine."

I wonder what happened to the battle against Ibarra, but do you mean you've done the least? It is a miracle that was handled at the expense of a fellow from a shattered and scattered plate.

That means time will roll back, including me here. Perhaps even before or after the appearance of Gergial Hasha or an unlimited amount of appearance.

"After all, does that mean the clown didn't get the whole story either?

"What he was doing was highly predictable and conclusive. When the Kugelschreiber departed from port, you two appeared in sight, too, only to have chosen those who had a good chance of meeting you at that point. Tuna, I've gathered a lot of information in the minutes leading up to your death, but that's just fragmentation."

Um, it feels like a bluff to know everything. I thought you didn't. It is a means of predicting, assembling, asserting and illusoring with fragmentary information only. Confident, just add meaningful work, and fragmented information turns it into a vicious bluff.

Well, it's the same thing I do sometimes. That's how they can be turned into the mastermind of a slum before they know it.

"What about this bad hobby amusement park?

"This is one of those dungeons that I used to build and leave behind. He pulled it out and dragged you and the second."

"It was built by Dammus."

"I guess I applied a dungeon with only one layer, and built it as a test."

The image you receive from the name is as if it were different, but maybe this is also a dungeon with a large number of independent areas attached to the floor of the even more structure. It feels like a separate gimmick is planted in each playground. That's what the Ferris Wheel where the second was imprisoned for, and that's also why I felt uncomfortable getting out of there.

Because of the clown's image, I don't think I want to try even if it opens up as an individual dungeon.

"Then I guess I should wait until Tsuna starts altering"

There is nothing more to be done. I'm also curious what happened to the innumerable appearance, but the situation when I came out shouldn't have gotten that bad.

"Isn't that nice? I've got a lot to ask, and I have questions about why it's 40%, but they're back in the labyrinth."

"As far as I'm concerned, I'd like to explain why I put % on it in the first place."

"... after you get back to the labyrinth city."

Are you running away again?

Nevertheless, I don't really feel like poking around in the current dammus. The atmosphere itself is the usual. But deep down, I feel unspeakable pressure. I am hesitant to step in with a sense of crisis.

"Tuna, you cut it right off. Even if we ignored the price, we went from this collapsed situation to winning. I don't know if there's a difference between the prospects and the results, but I've done what I have to do.... but I'm this zama. As for this one, like that clown said, I'm the only total loser.... a shady clown laughs so hard"

"I mean, I'm wacky to win by myself no matter what the outcome. Good sir, win and run '

That clown dialogue comes back to life.

... right. No matter what you scratch about this plate surface, the clown wins. Just let him acknowledge his existence against someone on the table, and his victory was confirmed. I just punched him, and I can't shake that in any way.

"I'm sure it was fatal not to keep it within me alone and explain it to you, Tsuna. That's what he's been after."

This impression is like a seed fire, and that's all it burns up if you smoke it. You lose when you allow the first interference.

This problem will continue to burn until Dammus solves it... or until the clown takes it completely and changes.

"Even if we're just talking like this, clowns will laugh.... I think I know, but the clown thing is as silent as possible. Kugelschreiber... I'll tell Second and Werner. Well, not to mention now, I'll leave this as it is."

"Ra. This one was full of hands."

"That's the thing. If there's anything I can do, I'll ask, but this is my problem. It's too important right now."

A problem where two worlds could collapse. The problem of being imprisoned by an innumerable appearance and made into itself. That's a matter of someone else getting killed. In terms of scale, priority is determined. That's why the clown who interfered with it was annoying.

"Oh, aside from the % thing again, I'm gonna apologize for this one and I'm gonna do it."

As if I recall, Dammus has unleashed something. If you take it, it's a Japanese knife that fits in the sheath.

"It was struck as a brother knife. I imitated it."

"Me, I can't use the knife very well... you mean give it to Tuna?

I have fought so far and have no connection whatsoever with the weapon suitability of < Knife >. There will be nothing unusable to use, but if you intend to make the most of it, you should give it to Tsuna and other swordsmen. Like Mr. Sword Blade or Mr. Night Light.

"No, Yuki has it for me. I think we should. You can start all over again."

"... why?

"It's a boy's idea."

"... I see"

I certainly don't know that. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. I don't really understand that Ladine sometimes speaks of otocho.

Well, let's just keep it. Tuna might want it, but let's just say that. The brotherly knife that Tsuna has is also a bit good.... Yeah, maybe.

"... hmm?

Talking about it, he reacted as if Dammus had received some kind of radio wave.

The surroundings haven't changed in particular, so they probably received something like "Tales of Reading" aimed at individuals. I don't know what I can do to do that in an isolated space like this, but it seems I'm not hostile to this reaction.

"Dammus?

"It's an order from you, Tuna. Yuki left me beaten up because I'm a little worried."

-3-

A creepy, huge face with three overlapping faces. Countless kaonashi continue to emerge from its open mouth, dyeing Tiriatiel's mind world.

People aren't the only ones who get thrown out. There were giant creatures like dragons, large beasts like the ones I've only seen in dungeons, and unusual snails like the ones I've never even heard of. All that masked Nirvana silence. There's no face there, no name, no soul. Just a loose shell. Perhaps the remains of those who were taken in by the innumerable appearance before this tragedy.

We're only two against enemies of that regimental size. I'm used to working with Mr. Moyer, but I haven't had a bit of experience with the power difference so far. If it's just a few, it's no different than the face on the road to Kugelschreiber, but all of them alone can be a force of war.

But Mr. Moyer moved into battle without any movement. It's like, all I'm saying is that's normal.

"Now it is. It felt similar until I got here."

You noticed my gaze, and you looked like someone else when you said it lightly. Even if it's a void, it's a big deal, but it's not a strength. It is spoken of as a very natural fact.

It's an unusual growth, like after the rendezvous at the Castle of Fresh Blood. I haven't heard what kind of training ground she's been diving through until she got here, but I guess that was the kind of journey she had to grow on.

I don't know what she's been through to get here. I don't even know how I showed up in this world. But that must be unusual. It's hard to understand in good faith.

By contrast, I was just playing Tiliatiel in a closed cage on my own shell. I was feeling that difference.

Being irritated by inferiority is not what started right now. I always felt unexplained inferiority. That was born by comparison with Tiliatiel, which was now ideal if you think about it. It was a pointless preconception that Tiliatiel was supposed to be, and he was losing confidence on his own.

Face up. Face up and look out for the enemy "teacher".

I am the purpose of the masked Nirvana silence. My relationship with the teacher, the conversation we had when we reunited, to see the status quo. That's for sure. The silence of Nirvana today is not similar to that of the teacher until the ceremony was performed that day, but that resentful obsession is very similar.

The mask the teacher was decorating his home imitated the face of an unlimited amount of appearance, the faces of the villagers, including the surrounding villages. A liturgical mask prepared to be worn as a replacement for a face stripped with sacrifice. He was working as an alchemist to refine the poison needed to sacrifice the villagers. The good face I was showing as a teacher is also a mask worn, and the essence is extreme evil itself. He was a priest worshipping a clean cult, not a minority religious or anything else persecuted by the majority he was talking about one day. From the Nirvana silence that appeared before me, I feel like only those evil parts of the supernatant are condensed.

I'm sure the teacher doesn't have the certainty to gain something by robbing me. In fact, I guess there are no such rules. I'm just adamant about my lifelong paranoia.

There was survival, albeit incompleteness, in the sacrifice. I assume that the ritual itself is incomplete. The assumption is that if the ritual had been accomplished with a complete catharsis, it would have turned out better. Regardless of the number of sacrifices, etc. to the innumerable appearance invoked, the adventurer Tiriatiel should not have been included as the head number of sacrifices in the first place.

It may have been left with literature in its possession, or something like a pattern that calls for an unlimited amount of appearance to knowledge, but if that was the complete thing, the teacher should have turned it into Nirvana silence a long time ago.

A silent battle begins with no words, only sounds. An army of Nirvana silence advances to shrink the wheel.

There is no escape. This is a closed mind world. It's like a boxyard with no escape route. We've come a long way, and we can't escape.

At a time like this, if you are the leader... what would you do with Watanabe Tsuna, what would you do with our members, and what would you do with Moya, who is completely poisoned? The answer is in front of me, in me.

... just face forward and fight to the limit.

During the battle, the tragedy of that day comes back as a backdrop for countless kaonashi. The landscape of the mind world transforms into something of lost memory.

Burning villages and forests were the home of Tiliatiel, who was a village daughter. The victim, neatly arranged in the square, was a villager whose face was stripped alive. The teacher did not perform the ritual in search of results, he was merely offering sacrifices to the evil gods he worships. So it's like a coincidence that an unlimited amount of appearance was called in, albeit part of it.

The myriad shards of appearance that emerged were violent, and myriad beings were seized. Not only the sacrificial man, but everything soulful, as the object of usurpation.

In it Tiriatiel, the village daughter, was sacrificed and robbed. The adventurer Tiriatiel was also caught up in it and robbed. But it wasn't taken without resistance. In the mountains that turned into hell, she fought, fled and fought to the end.

I don't know if Tiliatiel, the adventurer, recognized me for being stripped of my face. I just might have tried to save it because there were living people out there.

But even though it is an incomplete part, it is originally celestial in scale. It makes no more sense where one adventurer fought than the emergence of a giant that drinks up the whole region instead of the mountain in just a fraction of it. Tiliatiel, the village daughter who was deprived of everything to remember, was swallowed by a swirl of her face to heart with Tiliatiel, the adventurer.

Nothing, the feeling of nothing from which all the proof of existence was taken. It's not just what we have now, it's a sense of loss that takes away everything we've built up in the past. I don't even know what what was taken from me. Because they even took away that memory.... I thought I grabbed Tyriatiel's hand in such a dark vortex.

A miraculous glitch occurred as a result.

I don't know if it was because it was the same name, or because the ritual was about to end, or because each of them tried to fill in something so lacking that it was not established as an individual, or for any other reason, but "Tiriatiel" just survived alone.

Bodies and memories are Tiliatiel the Adventurer. But the soul is Tiliatiel, the village daughter. The goal was to become a crooked snail who could not figure out how far he was, and just to be like Tiliatiel.

Both Tiliatiel, who has lost everything, sticks to the way he is as a shield, and sticks to abnormal sexuality, just tries to be more real than real. Because it's a debt, it has to be there.

Mr. Moyer says the fact doesn't matter. Even Mr. Leader wouldn't mind everyone else. I'm sure even my master won't blame me.

But I... I think I should be the only one in custody. He said he should be like Tiliatiel after acknowledging that he was a fake, instead of liding and distracting himself from his memory as before.

An individual with a monstrous body in the army of Kaonashi opened his mouth wide.

What is about to be released from it is the magical light that destroys us with every kaonashi on the ray.

I have no way to escape, and Mr. Moyer has no way to open it again. Guide him with your gaze and try to shield Mr. Moyer from his back to build a defensive posture.

- Action Skill "Shield Change - Fortress Tower" -

I tried to replace it with a shield I had in my hand, and I deployed an even bigger shield. That's a shield I didn't think I could handle. Master Gardel, the shield that Garden gave me.

If you think about it, it's obvious.

Originally, what Master Gard gave me was a card of the shield he created. Even though I have mastered The Item Box since I was a mentor in my hometown, I can't possibly just hold it and give you the best as it is. However, < Fortress Tower > was materializing at the time of arrival in the Labyrinth City. It was used somewhere.

That memory is not in me because before and after Tyriatiel's death... it was plundered by the countless appearances summoned in an incomplete state.

Perhaps that's when Tiliatiel was able to use this shield. Now I can. A shield for advanced adventurers that draws strength and supports it rather than holds it full of limitations.

That's why we were able to escape the seizure even for a few moments.

Numerous physical, magical, and state abnormal resistance. Characteristics, whether physical or magical, that gain resistance to the attributes held by that attack for a period of time after it is attacked.

Knockback blow disabled. The effect of converting part of the received impact and damage into magic and reducing it to the user's MP.

"Auto Repair" for Endurance Damage to Invalid Endurance Damage from Weapons with Grade Differences.

The user's equipment changes all the loads to super weight at any time, up to the deactivation of the shield itself and the direct interference with the person handling it.

Their granting capacity was consolidated and elevated to the only effect, the Immovable Fortress.

After granting too many competencies, it is not possible to activate each competency individually because it has been integrated into one competency. Even the person who created it can't use it, making it Gardel Garden's greatest masterpiece and a failure is this < Fortress Tower >.

The magic radiation emitted was prevented by the < Fortress Tower >. It has no damage or impact whatsoever, but rather converts magic to restore us. Now, only at this time, only in this world is it performing all its functions without restrictions.

And as the light tried to break off, Mr. Moyer popped out. The road to run is a gap of a strip opened by light. It is the specific individual of Nirvana silence that is targeted. I handed him a chance without any more.

Moyer's movements as he drove off the swarm of kaonashi were uncomfortable and seemed more sophisticated and skilled than ever.

- Action Skill.

It was even the first look at the skills I had unleashed on my teacher, and the blow shattered the wearing mask.

There's nothing to peek at from under the mask. It's just the same thing as Kaonashi... it made me realize that it's already a different thing from the teacher I should have known.

It's not todome. It won't get that far. The aim is the mask itself. That mask was some sort of magic medium, probably to control an individual wearing the same mask.

An army of Nirvana silence loses control and begins to move individually. Is the ringing earth a chorus of death played by an army?... No, it's not.

"... earthquake?

At about the same time, I saw the world itself vibrate and rip. This is not my mindset, nor was it caused by the teacher. It's obviously a phenomenon with outside interference.

False mindset The world cracks, collapses, and what was a teacher and kaonashi fall. My world is crumbling. I didn't even know what to do to escape, and gave priority to rendezvous with Mr. Moyer. In a crumbling world, Mr. Moyer stands just blurry, unlike her until then...

"Why... are you crying?

"Huh?"

Mr. Moyer didn't seem to understand it, though he shed a ton of tears.

"That... that's crazy.... Something suddenly came to my mind about my last sister... even though she didn't die.... I wonder why"

I couldn't do anything before Mr. Moyer, who said that and couldn't stop me from crying, and I just came to the end of the world.

-4-

How much on earth did you keep fighting? He walked with burning sentiment that he was just, and continued to slaughter his enemies with hatred that what was ahead was evil.

I knew it was reckless from the beginning. No matter how much you resist, you can't possibly slaughter a celestial scale being in a small body.

So I was going to at least step into a part that was a little closer to the center of it and carve out my presence even with a single knife.

It would be a difficult emotion for others to understand. There are no shards, such as noble value, and no great significance. That's because Berenvar Igmut is just mean, that he can't tolerate countless appearances.

As a matter of fact, I am not going to say that I am justice, etc., but that there is absolutely no universal justice, etc. I know well that justice for someone is evil for someone and that is why beliefs and beliefs collide. That is one of the truths I have gained in living for so long in vain.

But on the other hand, there is something about evil that can't be helped.

"I... what Watanabe Tsunami has done is just as evil as it looks."

Tsuna appreciated herself that way in telling the truth.

Surely what he did would be the extremes of the outer road. Though half unconscious, it is not acceptable. Will I be forgiven if I make atonement? Should I be willing to make amends? That can't be right. There's just no way I can be forgiven for that.

But still, Tuna can't break with absolute evil. Neither unconditional nor culpable. Because sin is a sin, and the blame should be borne, but there is no justice in denying it to me.

If you do mean to keep eating the world as a joy, I'll kill him. But I decided that Watanabe Tsunami wasn't the one to do that. Judgment materials, etc. That was enough.

At that point, there is no right to acquit one who is not evil. It must not be just to judge for past sins. Yes, I've decided on my own definition of justice.

"Dear..."

I can't even decide satisfactorily why I wave my sword. Even though I'm not smart, I weirdly pinch my reason to be a geese. That's how I am now.

"I thought I admired the way brave men did what they decided to do."

When the hell did you say that to him?

I intend to keep up with my first intentions. He prescribes his justice, as he said, and he keeps fighting to that extent. But the world is too complex and as diverse as a picture book with settings added later. The lack of consistency in each of the habits also seems to be Zara. The way it was was was only vague enough to even shake my confidence that what I was doing was just.

A brave man who can't move with a goose cross. Ironically, it can be said that the situation is exactly the same as it is now.

With Tsuna's support, you receive < Demon King > 's potential and power of the past, and yet it doesn't reach the core of an unlimited amount of appearance.

The further we go, the more inhibited we are by the densely innumerable appearance of unit individuals. No matter how far you have gone without even remembering how many units you have increased, the amount of nothing is far away. I see the smallest unit has gone well with Nirvana silence.

No matter how much I scratched, I wouldn't be itching at all for my countless appearances.

My hands and feet were already motionless, and I ran out of magic and weapons. We cannot retreat unit individuals who flock to take them away, and we are surrounded by everything around us. It would just make me laugh if I said I'd poke a blade at you with such a zama, etc.

But the scabbard of countless appearances has refused to let me give up. That's why I was so mean.

Crowded unit individuals are his sins themselves. It is the very victim who will be unbroken and tied up as food for the future perennials.

That's how I repeated the felony and even continued to inflate was the very evil I wanted.

Oh, yeah. I wanted you to be in simple, extreme evil like a countless figure. He wanted me to give him my sword.

That's like pest control. It's never good for someone, just getting rid of things that embody absolutely universal evil. I can assure you that I am righteous, and now I feel most fulfilled.

We should not allow ourselves to look innumerable. Don't forgive me. You can't miss this. Because this is a mass of evil that will only scatter misfortune and eternity into the future.

That's great, not at all. We are lucky enough not to be seen as anything more than absolute evil that can be judged just against each other.

Not yet, I don't have enough power. You can't get the blade if you do everything I do or if you get pushed back by a tuna. I admit that.

There's absolutely no difference between us, and there's no such thing as a relationship between the captives of cause and effect versus existence. You don't even recognize the existence of me.

"... but an innumerable appearance. I'm here."

- "Nursing."

The only thing left to exercise with the slightest magic is to look at the other person. That was the biggest assertion I could make right now.

An ocean of information burns the brain. But that can't be as damaging as Dilk took. It occurs because things under control go beyond perception inhibition and try to see the information each face has.

But that's not for me. I'm not a resident of your kingdom, I'm just an outsider.

In addition, the amount of information present in the vision itself is different. The amount of information had decreased overwhelmingly due to proximity to the center.

Still, I'm going to be swallowed up by an ocean of information that looks like it's going to fill my brain. Gaze at the sin of having robbed so many things by now. See the name of evil forming the center of the great sin, its further center.

"... Verprato"

If you dare to use a name that is difficult to pronounce in a person's organ as a letter, here's the thing. That is the name of the truth in its innumerable appearance.

A small, first rat-like, just weak being. That's the figure of the thing that became the center of the innumerable appearance. I did recognize that that was the nucleus of evil.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

A dwarf thing that rages in the heart of an ugly world.

Seen. What could not have been revealed, disguised with countless facial walls, was exposed. Impossible. I shook up my body covering up the object that it should not have happened.

It was the moment when the kingdom of the utter emptiness entered.

"Honoree, all of you, Berenvar Igmut oohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

I chuckled unexpectedly at that extreme reaction.

"... oh yeah. I'm Berenvar. Your enemies are here!

Engrave your name. To absolute evil, inscribe that name as your adversary.

It still doesn't arrive now. It also makes me silly to think about how much difference there is. But the declaration is done. In the heart of a ringing celestial body, absolute evil and solitary justice did meet and conflict.

Wash your neck and wait, Verprato. It destroys every single one of its countless faces.

"... oh, you didn't have a neck"

I saw the world end while I said something that didn't matter.

Probably an alteration.... the world alteration of Tuna has begun.

∞

The world unwinds. The singularity of being struck by a never wavering wedge is altered.

What alters is a very small event. Modify only minimal facts and achieve maximum results.

Rewinding immediately after the occurrence of a singularity. Its timing when Gergial Hasha and the innumerable appearance appear in the dragon world.

Decide that there was no tragedy that occurred from it, and at the same time deny the fact that other people will be killed by Ibarra. Take away the causes and consequences that lead to it.

Finally, he put his hand on the coordinates where we are.

Where the alteration was made, it will be remembered by the paranormal. There are no resources to interfere with that much, and there is no point in that.

Me and Ibarra, Gergial Hasha, the strippers and the Yuki and Phyllos affected by them, the innumerable appearance, and the Imperial Dragon whose flesh was doomed. Dammus and Nayu and others, otherwise known as subgods, may notice this alteration and retain their memories.

It is also difficult to tamper with those deeply involved in this case. Those who have damage to the spirit will automatically be restored to their original state, and their memories will be missing due to their effects, but still some influence will remain.

Whoever was ultimately safe among the adventurers should have a whole memory. Whether it's a good thing or a bad thing, it doesn't absolve me of any influence. Those who participated in the operation stood on such an unreasonable footing.

Though the impact would remain massive, it was decided that there had been no significant sacrifice.

That is not the only one who died in that tragedy, like Xuanlong. Everything, including so many who have been seized.

In this singularity, not a single person has been robbed by the innumerable appearance.... Yes, I got it back without one left. The state of war that was so desperate by then was engraved into an innumerable appearance as a complete reversal play.

No matter how much Sargess, Sky Dragon, and Berenvar have inflicted a painful beating, the result so far can only be fought.

Thus, the world to be ended, and all that arose from it was denied, involving what was lost.

I guess I will carry my sins in this continuing world and keep walking infinitely further to fulfill my redemption.

But don't forget. You can't forget. The name of Erica Edenfelde, more importantly, is the figure of those who continued to fight in the denied future.

... Oh, we're done. I've cut it off.

That's how the world begins again. The path of purgatory, worn by the law of the outer passage, continues.

Everything that starts here becomes unknown.

-5-

An artificial star with a storm blowing planet under its eyes. Satellite-sized giant sitting in a space slightly further away from it.

Both defeat and tragedy were rewound as there was nothing. There are no scratches whatsoever on the chopped body, and only memory claims claw marks of the battle against existence.

The Imperial Dragon meditates his eyes jizzily. The remaining split in the artificial satellite similarly meditated his eyes, waiting for the world to begin.

- Action Skill: "My sword is a blade that cleaves everything." -

In that way, the first dragon man appeared as opposed and natural as then.

"Should I say nice to meet you, Degraded Dragon? … the stage your allies showed us was quite interesting."

The words of those who had seen everything echoed in a space without sound. As if you claim to be the only person in the audience.

But I've seen everything with the Imperial Dragon. Paranormal perception, observing the miracle of Watanabe.

"Me and him are the same and the opposite"

"Me and him are each other's natural enemies, inscribed in our souls to contend"

"Me and he are an irresistible death in itself, an unacceptable being"

"It's a prepared trial, redundant system. Me and him take one seat away from each other."

Not from either side, but it's the law of captivity of cause and effect that each other speaks of. It's the very way dragon men and degraded dragons were supposed to take only one seat from each other and kill each other.

"So, what do we do? I want to respect your promise to Watanabe, but I haven't confirmed your intentions."

"The captivity of cause and effect in the concubine is crying out for you to be killed, but it's not going to be that different."

It's a hard fate to resist, but it was only impeccable to start killing each other again here. It is also to blaspheme the will of Watanabe Tsunami, an ally.

The same was true of the dragon man in front of me, which made me feel willing to respect him as much as possible.

"Even when we started the fight, I didn't think the man there would shut up."

Unlike before the alteration, there is no Watanabe Tsunami or his companions on the artificial satellite. On the contrary, even human dragons, realm dragons and sky dragons had their coordinates changed elsewhere.

Instead, there's one guy in a corner of the hall who walks around. There was a paranormal fighting force that wasn't supposed to be here, Shingo Pestle.

"Know what? Kill each other at will."

I'll throw it away, but I'm pretty sure I have the strength to do what I can with it. Even if the Imperial Dragon and Gergial Hasha on this occasion, plus the countless appearances that would still appear in the next moment, would not be opponents.

The only thing that kept me flirting with in the world I should be in was the singularity, but the fate. If we consider it pure violence, it can be considered a supernormal existence even from the point of view of the prisoners of cause and effect.

"Tuna, the only thing I got an order from you is to deal with an unlimited amount of appearance. … but if there's someone who can break through in the corner of his sight, his hand could slip."

With that said, Shingo Pestle rises. Two small hammers in the hand.

"Well... Shall we start worrying?"

- Action Skill

The hammer is released. A gavel dances through the universe and draws a circle. The sole, which was two, becomes four, eight, and grows countless.

Its orbit draws ∞ - a supernormal skill that increases mass every time it repeats itself and beats supergravity only on shaken subjects. It was only this degraded version that hit Watanabe Tsunami in the Polar Colour Arena.

"Oops."

That was unleashed in line with the appearance of an unlimited amount of appearance.

The unleashed hammer breaks through the walls of the artificial satellite, penetrating the body of an innumerable figure that was unfolding in space, generating a vortex of supergravity. The phenomenon that acts only on the subject is extraneous even for Gergial Hasha.

Huang Long's split and Gergial Hasha had silently dropped off Shingo Pestle Builder as he popped out into an open big hole.

"... I see. I've been listening, but just in case you don't seem like a winner."

Awesome power. Ugly difference in power to compare. But if you try 10,000 times, you can win once. He's a prisoner of cause and effect because he has that technique.

Gergial Hasha thinks. Innumerable appearances are out of the question to confront the array. The Imperial Dragon or Ibarra would not be compatible. But he said he had a slight chance of winning.

"Well, there's no reason to fight."

That man is not standing on the path of purgatory that continues indefinitely. If you think about the purpose, it's paranormal that there are no shards, such as reasons for hostility. Should I say that I was unlucky for the innumerable appearance that kept the universe ringing and shredded?

But we will not be able to destroy them. No matter how sharpened, the innumerable appearance escapes. That's what it is. That man would understand, including those traits. It's nothing short of gloomy.

"Well, let's just say I'm leaving already. Our battle is in temporary custody. Degraded dragon next...... you come. Take it whenever you want and stand up."

Dragon Man leaves after watching the act. Turn your enemies back and declare that you will honor your promise to discipline as well.

"... wait, Gergial Hasha"

But the Imperial Dragon turned to its back and made his feet stop.

"What a degraded dragon. You don't have to bother stopping me from saying I'm gonna re-compartmentalize you."

I even hunted down a battlefield that was closer to extinction than my ex. Though it did not lead to its destruction, it is pointless now that Karakuri has been solved. It is difficult to believe that the reason for resuming the fight here lies at the side of the Imperial Dragon.

If you still want to start a fight, then only slash and throw away every karaki.

"... no. Don't get me wrong, Gergial Hasha. Don't call me a degraded dragon or something.... The concubine is the Imperial Dragon. Yes, My Name Is The Dragon."

That's similar to that Watanabe declaration. A declaration that you are just who you are.

"Ku,... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! This is... Whatever... funny, that's funny. Then I'll declare it too." My name is Gergial Hasha Feliciev Zardozelf Armande Luluciers ".... I'll see you soon," The Dragon ""

It's an improbable rhetoric in Gergial's known degraded dragon. It can also be taken for granted that as the creator, above all as the seeker of the unknown, I cannot help but be amused.

It was exchanged between two paranormal things. That's a declaration. Throwed against the world, it is a declaration that he is my natural enemy and death.

I'll go get that neck one day. They destroy it in return. It means nothing more.

Thus, another clash by pair was also settled first.

Causes and consequences promised to destroy each other will shift the scene to the near future with slight distortions.