Reincarnator

Kuaaaaang!

"Hahaha! What are you doing? Give me more power!"

Alice Valentine rushes towards Kiriel shouting as if she was in a good mood.

Contrary to his happy expression, he's bleeding all over the body.

Kyrial looks bored, looking at Alice Valentine rushing in with her whole body full of wounds.

'I thought you were a crazy bitch. You're a crazy bitch.'

Earlier, I knew she was a crazy bitch when I was poking my skin with an awl.

But I didn't expect it to be like this.

Kieing!

Cyril grips as hard as she can with her armor and slaps the target as she goes along.

Blah!

The result was a huge success.

The fangs in Kiriel's hands make the opposing Pokémon's skin crack open and sag enough to show bone.

Severe injuries that a normal person would immediately have to stop in shock.

However, Cyril did not show any gratitude at all, but empowered the whole body as it was.

"Damn it... ugh! '

At the same time.

"Hahahaha!"

Kuaang!

The right hand, nearly cut in half, strikes Kiriel on the abdomen.

"Khh!"

Thud, thud!

After breathing heavily into the abdominal shock, Cyril bounces back and snaps into position.

Profit.

Cyrillic grips the ground, and the sound echoes from all sides.

"Tsk..."

Kyrial frowns as she looks at Alice, who is approaching with a look of feeling good about herself.

Grumpy.

The wounds on his body were healing to the point of view.

Blood that came out of the skin sticking to the body was sucked into the body and absorbed, and it was circling around again.

The broken bones were attached and the muscles were cut off.

Truly monstrous resilience.

Even if a 3-star drone is superhuman, that's unusual.

He wasn't that good on his own right now.

Her skin pierced into that woman's trough is still healing and bleeding.

'... so annoying.'

Kyrial narrows her eyes as Alice walks back to normal.

And whether she liked the look on Kiriel's face, Alice opened her mouth with a big smile.

"Maybe it's not combat-related? What do you think of that? What are your combat-specific traits?"

Kiriel shrugs.

"I'm not jealous. She's not a total psycho."

He climbed to 3-star and enhanced his character even more.

To some extent, unlike in the past, people who need to concentrate their minds to be able to read information, they can read the fragments of their opponent who fought and touched them.

The nature of that woman, Alice,

Literally.

Immune to pain.

Humans don't feel any pain they should have with their own defensive instincts.

This is not just a characteristic, it's a peculiar quality, but she took it one step further.

Save and replace any actions that may cause pain with your own.

And it restores his body.

A truly advantageous trait in combat.

Combat itself is a collection of actions that continue to cause pain.

Of course, the resilience resulting from the nature of pain killings is not enough to heal all wounds.

Technically, every time you get a knife, you lose money.

However, the meat cartilage, the force of giving up flesh and hitting bone, was not only a loss.

And one more thing.

'... damn it. I shouldn't be poking myself for fun.'

It can't be cured like that if it is the way it is.

Obviously, the sum is negative.

But she was healing close to perfection.

One reason.

Because I have accumulated the strength of the characteristics of pain.

'Damn, that's efficient.'

The wound recovers from self-inflicted wounds without using the power of its painful nature.

The wounds on the fangs are reasonably self-healing, unlike in combat.

And the power they accumulate explodes in battle.

And that's the result.

Almost immortal.

Then.

Alice grins as she looks at Kiriel as funny.

"Oh, I'm just saying, in case you're mistaken, that's my hobby. I'm not doing it because I need to."

"...?"

Alice smiles at Kiriel, looking at him with a curious look on her face.

"Sticking my body with an awl. I'm doing it for fun. Not because of traits."

The expression on Kiriel's face makes no sense.

'This is one crazy bitch.'

I like the look on Cyrillic's face. Alice continues to talk.

"I was so sick before I got here. I couldn't stay sober if I didn't have my meds. I fainted because I was so sick. You wake up because it hurts so much? Hell of a day every day."

Later, I didn't even listen to the medicine properly.

I struggle and struggle in pain every day.

I wanted to die, but I didn't even kill him properly.

Thinking about the past, Alice opened her mouth again.

"But there was one good thing."

"... What is it?"

Alice smiles brightly and replies.

"People looked at me so incredibly hard if I just held on and pretended not to be sick."

That alone makes it special.

No one else can.

Being able to endure pain that others can't even imagine.

The pain covered my whole body, but it was very good.

Characteristics of coming into this world like that.

Pain killers.

"I love this world. It doesn't hurt anymore. But the way I used to look at it disappears. So I started."

Puck.

Seeing Alice stab herself again with an awl as if she was relaxed, she made a silly look.

Alice smiles as if she's pleased to see that face.

"Yes, that's the look on his face."

"Crazy bitch. This doesn't mean you're great. This doesn't mean you look crazy."

In Kyrial's words, Alice shrugs.

"Well, that and that. You're just as surprised to see me, aren't you? You're not coming, by the way? You have to stop me, right? I have to finish up and go to my brother. If we don't stop them, they're gonna blow this whole place away."

He mutters, his expression of tiredness.

"I'll go if I don't have to. Crazy bitch, get ready for round two."

My whole body was groaning, but I was somewhat recovered thanks to the messy chatter.

Kiriel mutters to himself, looking at Alice looking at him with a greeting expression.

'Mr. Han Soo. What do I do... this is a crazy bitch.'

If you're a crazy bitch, you can beat her to death and catch her, but she's also strong on that subject.

Kyrial looks trembling at Alice in front of her eyes.

..........................................

Kuaang!

Hansoo narrowed his eyes as he watched the bastards constantly rushing towards him.

'It's not 3-star, but · · ·. I can't believe you dragged me this far.'

Abundant energy from crystals.

A fashionable armor that uses such energy to draw out its ultimate power.

Alterations that dramatically boost the efficiency of the body.

He was generously invested in the Transcensors, as if he was determined to show them how strong a 2-star drone can be.

And now I'm showing you that power.

Kuaang!

As the armor retracted, a thunderous sound erupted from the blade.

A cricket!

Of course, I couldn't bear the number of physical abilities reaching 3-star, so the protruding sword immediately broke off.

However, the short gap was not missed by the other mods.

Phew!

Two more incoming brute force attacks between the cracks created by a single mod.

A total of three people, including the one who blocked themselves in front of their eyes, aim and attack through the gap in Hansoo's jewelry.

Hansoo narrows his eyebrows as he watches the attacks coming from everywhere. He takes a deep breath and loosens his posture.

At the same time.

Pupupuk!

Puck!

You squeeze between the blueprint and the blueprint, and the three blades stick together.

You feel a tremendous sense of pleasure in the success of your attack. Until now, the purchase of the unmanned converts has faded.

Deep dive attack.

No matter how strong he is, it's fatal.

Even one has reached close to the heart.

As soon as he moves, his life is over.

When the Modifiers were convinced of victory.

A voice is heard over their heads.

"I erased your emotions because they interfered in battle."

"...?"

A few more words were heard toward the curious mowers.

"If you want to feel good, you have to end up feeling good."

At the same time.

Kuaaaaang!

The hammer in one hand swung and struck the three heads in turn.

The armor, and the tremendous energy supplied to it, are all bluffing to protect the user.

The seven dragon-concondensed shoe dragons, which were gathering at the end of the hammer while they were being stabbed by the knife, smashed the visor of the glove and in turn blew away three heads.

"Huff... puff."

Glug-ug-ub.

Hansoo, who had cured the wounds they had inflicted before he died, looked around.

Do we have any more? '

I was more physically consumed than I expected to be in a hurry.

Even immortality requires considerable effort to cleanse and heal the energy of life and magical condensation on the opponent's weapon.

Now that Melchizedek doesn't know what he has prepared from the inside, restoring his strength and moving will not add to this timing without further aggression, but unfortunately, he is not that relaxed.

Paradoxically, I don't know what Melchizedek's up to inside.

The number of bastards who remained nearby flew quickly inward toward the energy of the crystal that was getting closer.

Energy that is becoming increasingly amplified.

It was not suspicious.

'Okay, let's see. I don't know what you're up to.'

Kuaang!

Hansoo starts running at full speed inward, taking a strong snapshot of the front.

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"Who made it? That creature? Isn't it just alive?"

At that, N-Aroel shakes his head excitedly.

"No way. That was actually invented by somebody."

"... that?"

Oopsie-daisy!

A giant creature that makes strange noises and roams through space. Seeing Nelkifa, R-Coronita Nell gives a frightening look.

"You... invented that?" '

Durability compared to their boastful fleet of fire.

Who the hell created that thing for?

N-Aroel opens his mouth kindly, as it solves the question of R-Coronita Nell.

"That's a battleship. Battleships. Made by some kind of heretic."

"... That's the Battleship?"

"That's not even working. You know, just to wake you up?"

"What?"

When N-Aroel said that R-Coronita Nell was absurd, N-Aroel smiled and said.

"It's a Battleship. It's made for battle. They're not just floating around like jellyfish. If it works... it'll be amazing."

N-Aroel said with a funny look, as he looked at the puffy sacks on his back.

"But aren't you curious? How do I know all this?"

At that point, R-Coronita Nell's expression hardens.

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