Scop Scopper Scoppest with Demon Eye King

I don't remember when it started.

I just remember that it started with just a trivial, extension of the child's will.

"You're an idiot. The strongest is a magic warrior who can fight in close proximity and use magic."

"You're the fool! The strongest one is the one with the most employees! That's why the richest people who can hire a bunch of guys are the strongest! I know what it's like to be alone, you idiot, you idiot."

"What is that? Cuckold."

"It's not cool, I'm gonna buff you!

"You can't make me buzz off."

"Gugi, - my men. My men are gonna bust your ass!

"You don't have any men. You."

The contention with Mirialdo was always parallel, but it was in conversation with him that the strongest ideal image I could imagine took shape.

Eventually, as he grew, his ideal image had changed beyond admiration to a clear goal.

But when did you lose sight of it?

I worked for years as an adventurer, and when I realized it, I was past thirty.

What arrived was the status of a C-rank adventurer. Not weak, but not strong enough to be proud of.

I no longer knew my share better than anyone else. I forgot about dreaming, etc., and lived without even remembering that I was dreaming.

Just from time to time, my chest was painful because of an unidentified emptiness.

I remembered my original landscape when I was reunited with Mirialdo, a childhood tamer at the merchant corps's request for escort.

He had cut up a huge chamber of commerce and still became a man who greedily sought profit without being satisfied.

It was no different from when I was young, and I lived with those eyes gleaming.

Compared to the too dazzling Myrialdo, I had nothing. Only emptiness was in my chest.

That's the first time I knew that a dream that should have happened to me was torn.

I quit my adventurer within that day.

For example, Miriardo deals with dark slaves. When I think about sacrificing a child for my dreams, I don't think I would. Because I simply find it pathetic.

That means I'm a man who abandons his dreams in exchange for such cheap sympathy.

But not Miriardo.

To be resented by others, to sacrifice a child's life, even to sell his soul to the devil, he is only pointing straight ahead. I only dream at the expense of everything.

I started helping Myrialdo, or maybe from untrained or comforting.

But I don't think Miriardo's dream of throwing and selling everything and competing was false in his desire for it to come true.

- Rolling Millard's neck and eyes met.

He was dead, and his eyes seemed gleaming.

It was as if I hadn't noticed anything at all, such as a broken dream.

"... oh, it's not over yet."

I tried to tell you, my chest was about to be crushed by emptiness.

Lanza walked out quietly as she fluttered her legs.

One F-Rank Adventurer is participating in this fight. Fifty-six E-rank Adventurers. Seventy-eight D-rank adventurers. Thirty-three C-rank adventurers. Eleven b-rank adventurers. a total of one hundred and seventy-nine.

More than a third of them have already lost their lives. More and more people have left the front after finishing their roles, so that number is no longer less than half of the total. Still, those who remain and fight now are all those who have just the strength to match it, so there is no point in the battle leaning at once.

The heir watched the battle in silence. I'm just not complacent enough to think I can break it into a paranormal battle played out in front of me. All I did was do what I could.

"Can't you see it after all"

The magic was already impossible to ascertain from Sefina, who appeared in the [Devil's Eye of Truth]. I don't see any black magic that was overflowing from all over my body, and the string of magic powers in Target Designation is just intertwined.

But that doesn't mean Sefina's MP is out.

If you recall what you heard when you issued the status tag in the Adventurer Guild, you'll see.

MP builds up in a vessel called Magic Buildup, which is in the soul.

An MP overflowing from the magic buildup by natural healing flows into an artifact is called equipment.

In other words, the enormous magic Sefina was entangled in was nothing more than the magic that was overflowing and drooling from the vessel by natural recovery, and even if it disappeared, there should still have been an MP inside her.

The MP is invisible even with the [Demon Eye of Truth].

Of course I can't even feel it in [Magic Sensing].

When that happened, there was one problem.

I don't know the moment Sefina's MP reaches zero.

My successor told Kay to "cut to zero," but we really need to cut to zero. Even 1 or 2 makes no sense with MP left.

As an heir, I thought Kay would let me know about the moment, but at heart he is currently waving a double sword with a roar. The bloody eyes didn't look like anything other than Sefina, and I said I didn't know anything else.

If the adventurers are flying Target Designation to Sefina, you may see the moment her MP goes to zero from that handy, but it would be just harsh to expect them to not even understand what they are doing.

"You're a totally unsolicited guy."

I tried to get bogged down, but the most unsolicited part is decided on by the heir herself, who involves all the adventurers in the square, without even talking about detailed tactics. Then I'll have to wipe my own ass already.

The heir sent more magic to [the Demon Eye of Truth]. It was a full force [magic manipulation] that just ran out of MP.

He opens his demonic eyes and captures the human in sight.

Sefina as well as adventurers fighting on the front lines, adventurers flying "target designations" from around them, unspeakable adventurers who have already fallen, skipping sights everywhere on the battlefield and opening their windows one after another.

What he does is, to put it all the time, earn experience.

Indeed, even with the [Demon Eye of Truth], I do not see Sefina's inner packet MP.

Then you just have to be visible.

I knew how to do that.

Name: [Heavenly Dragon's Beloved] Sefina

Occupation: A-Rank Adventurer

Assets: 0 lark

Race: Semi-Dragon Race

Gender: Female

Age: 17

Lv: 56

Condition: Heavenly Dragon Protection, Curse, Poison

It is the level up of the [Demon Eye of Truth].

Currently, this is all I can see with all my magic. There are six items added to the name window as of [Demon Eye of Truth LV2]. If you simply think that you can see three items per level, the formula that you can check up to MP at the next level is high.

Sefina is still overwhelming the adventurers. The high-ranking adventurers who stake out are stepping on a bloodletting mix, but they won't keep that for long either. The string of magic stretching out to her is beginning to diminish visibly. Naturally, that means a proportionate number of adventurers are leaving the front.

"Guha!"

It was a Level 37 C-ranked adventurer with a hole in his belly in a blow by Sefina who made a bitter noise and fell. It was the Level 41 Bull tribe who went on to have their necks twisted and blown up. Out of magic and running to the exit is E-rank, a 21-year-old man.

Anyway, I'm just going to open the name window.

That's the momentum to fill your vision with windows.

Name: Nelia. Condition: Bleeding. Race: Human race. Name: Alfred. Assets: 1005788 lark. Gender: Female. Race: Human race. Age: 19. Occupation: D-Rank Adventurer. Name: Zach. Lv20. Condition: Bleeding. Race: Dog Race. Lv27. Status: Death. Age: 25. Name: Gox. Occupation: C-Rank Adventurer. Gender: Man. Assets: 521 000 lark. Name: Nero. Race: Tiger Race. Lv43

Exactly depends on the allowance. Open up, open up, open up.

In the meantime, one string of magic, again, is decreasing, and the adventurer continuously leaves the front.

If you notice, there aren't twenty magic strings left.

And again, one of the main B-rank adventurers did his best.

I'm very anxious about the inside of my heir to see if this is okay, but I just have to do it now. I'm really in the mood to rewind my time and start over, but I don't get anything for pinching such a waste.

View. View. View. View. View. View. Seeing. Seeing carelessly.

Gradually the thought stains white.

I don't even know what the letters in the window mean anymore.

I don't mind. Look, open, look. That's all I need.

I don't even know how time goes anymore. I haven't even seen the evolution of the battle.

There's just a window. 3D plates that fill your vision.

Open, open, open, open.

And -...

"Experience reached a certain amount"

"[Demon Eye of Truth Lv2] has risen to [Demon Eye of Truth Lv3]"

If you notice, the adventurer standing in the square was almost gone.

There are only five magic strings stretching to Sefina.

"Roulier!

The heir raised her voice and called out her partner's name and walked straight out without waiting for a reply.

The effect of [Magic Operation LV2] or while using the demonic eye, there is no precipitation in footprint.

Name: [Heavenly Dragon's Beloved] Sefina

Occupation: A-Rank Adventurer

Assets: 0 lark

Race: Semi-Dragon Race

Gender: Female

Age: 17

Lv: 56

Condition: Heavenly Dragon Protection/Curse

HP: 2916/2974 (-32)

MP: 21/1486

Muscle strength: 201

I don't care about the parameters boasting ridiculous numbers at this time.

The important thing is that you can see the MP.

And the MP run out is already approaching.

Seeing Sefina doesn't look like anyone's having a crisis. I just don't have any hegemony as to whether less MP is affecting that face.

Step by step, approach steadily, being careful not to disturb [magic manipulation].

There were four strings of magic wrapped around Sefina's body.

MP: 16/1486

Kay has also already fallen, leaving only three people fighting. They were bloodstained, without exception, and they were going to do their best now.

There are also four adventurers left to use Target Designation. While using the MP potion, I eat up my teeth and try to get to the end of it, but I can see that the limit is already close.

One of the remaining strings was broken. Flirting and one adventurer exits. Three bottles for the rest.

Something went wrong here.

MP: 12/1486

MP: 11/1486

MP: 12/1486

This world is filled with 'water' without mass.

Sefina in the demonic eye had a massive influx of its' water '.

Initially an heir who didn't know what that meant, he noticed that 'water' was pouring in himself, and that the amount of 'water' pouring in matched the amount of natural recovery of the MP he could sense in himself.

Not that I can assure you, is' water ', which fills the world, an element of magic?

The successor was watching the battle earlier, gauging and grasping the recovery speed of his MP. Not a completely accurate count, but roughly one point every eight seconds. That's my successor's MP resilience.

The amount of water flowing into Sefina, by contrast, is so high that it cannot be compared to that of his heirs. It is obvious that it is an unlikely amount in double or triple. Assuming this is ten times the amount of heirs, Sefina's MP recovery is ten times that of heirs - meaning Sefina will boast a threatening MP resilience of one point in 0,8 seconds.

What was happening at this time was that its overwhelming MP recovery rate coincided with the rate at which the MP shredded in the Target Designation, and Sefina's MP stopped fluctuating.

(Not good...... what to do)

Kay noticed his proximity as his heir thought with impatience,

"…" Target Designation/Sefina ""

And he chanted moaning with a faint voice.

It no longer seemed to have the power to raise its face, but the Target Designation would automatically go to the target as long as the MP remained. "The rest, please," Kay's eyes said.

"Well, it's gonna be."

The successor, who smiled slightly, went on to whine about something with Boso in his mouth.

The only person whose voice has arrived is his partner.

"- Ten."

The countdown started.

"-9"

That's the count of residual MPs shown in Sefina's window.

"- 8"

Thanks to Kay, her MP is steadily shredding.

"-7"

With the count, one step closer and closer to Sefina.

- Six.

Sefina is the last one intercepting.

"-5"

The giant, with his mustache stretched out on his bald head, finally rolled to the ground, missing Sefina's attack.

"-4"

Sefina turned to her successor.

"- 3"

I was unintentionally driven by the urge to say "like," but I can't stop counting now.

"-2"

It was already in front of me.

"-1"

At that moment - the heir fell back and bowed herself.

At the same time, a shadow emerged from behind his heir stepping up his back.

Curly white curly hair, small body, shaken weapon is a single scoop.

Of course, it's Lourier.

Keep an eye out for Roulier, where Sefina suddenly appeared.

She was completely unaware of the presence of Rulier, who was hiding behind her heir.

The reason is clear.

Rulier, waving a scoop in the air, was closing his eyes.

Sefina, who is sensing her opponent by her gaze, didn't notice her.

It was the heir who instructed it. Believing the instructions, Roulier had captured its existence only with [auditory detection] skills, without looking at Sefina at all.

"- 0"

At the same time as the final count is engraved from the mouth of the heir.

Roulier thrust Scoop out with all his strength.

Scoop's pointy tip went straight to his heart when Roulier's ear was holding Sefina's heart sounds tight but late.

But this is not enough.

Even though it took some surprise, there's no reason to hit Sefina with such a direct blow from the front.

Naturally, Sefina was trying to avoid...

He said.

[Demon Eye of the Curse] stroked Sefina with a tough feel.

Her body clasped because she was twice as sensitive to gaze, but late unlucky.

I mean, that's nothing but luck for the heirs.

It was enough to call it a gap.

Rulier's Scoop decides Sefina's breasts.

Clothes ripped, flesh cut, blood danced, bones broken.

That was a phenomenon the heir assumed to be.

[Scopper] 's defensive disregard.

Power activated solely on non-living organisms.

But how is the determination of its abiotic nature made?

That's the answer.

It's not an organism, which means it doesn't have magic.

That was a fact that I immediately realized because I was the heir to seeing magic directly in [the Demonic Eye of Truth].

Normally, no one cares about the magic that trees leak extremely slightly.

A blow of defensive ignorance that has nothing to do with level difference or status difference.

The attack was perfectly decided.

The heir was so sure.

The blow Lourier unleashed heartlessly is almost simultaneous with zero counts. That's the best timing that left 0.8 seconds for MP to recover, even if the "target designation" interrupted the magic strike. Furthermore, the gap created in the [Devil's Eye of Curse] was sufficient to slide that blow in.

So if there was a computational difference, that would be a level difference until it was brutal.

With Sefina's agility, it was possible to avoid critical injuries, even while eating the attack. That's just it.

Without any resistance, Sefina, torn of flesh and bones, twisted her body from Scop's orbit just before that blow was fatally wounded, and escaped.

Too deep for emptying, too light a response for claiming to have finished.

Roulier let his body swim in the universe as he shook off Scoop.

I hear dokundokun and heartbeat.

The heart peeking from between the torn flesh and bones was pulsating vigorously and appealing to its survival.

It's unconscious that Sefina reached out.

Her instincts, which had hardly ever been in crisis in many of the battles, made her do so with alarm.

Crisis. Crisis. Crisis. Crisis. Crisis.

With her head white, Sefina reached for Lourier and -

Purple electricity ran.

It looked familiar. No heirs, no louriers, and no sefinas.

It was Lanza who used "Thundering Turn" that appeared, wrapped in thunder light and transformed itself into lightning.

Appearing at an overwhelming rate, Lanza thundered his right arm into Sefina's wound.

Keep grabbing the heart.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

I screamed. It was a cry from my soul.

Thunder strikes rush from Sefina's heart to her entire body with Lanza's roar.

Smoke came out of the wound and the smell of meat burning spread around.

The magic of lightning systems converts itself into electrons. Instead of converting magic into electricity, instead of charging the body and generating electricity, we replace the flesh itself with electrons. That means undoubtedly part of your own flesh, trying to turn into electricity, and shocking your opponent is tantamount to consuming and attacking your flesh.

So is Lanza at this time. But he didn't mind.

On the contrary, I rather enchanted myself to throw everything away.

My right arm gradually disappears.

Even with all that electric shock, Sefina's heart is still pulsating.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

Scream. Scream. Scream. Scream and tears overflowed.

I'm glad I just spit it out already. I didn't even think about taking my next breath.

I just let go of the bargain.

"- -... ugh."

Eventually, Lanza's voice withers with magic and her right arm disappears to her shoulder.

Along with that, purple electricity subsides and disappears.

Pari, and when the last electric light flashed small - - my heart was still pulsating.

Tokun, Tokun, and.

Weak, but certainly pulsating.

There,

Tons.

A light feel slapped Sefina in the chest.

It was as light as a joke compared to the electric shock I had ever been in.

Sefina looks down at her chest.

A small knife stood in my heart.

That was the knife the heir pulled out of her hips and threw.

"... wow you. Really strong."

That's what I said as impressed was one adventurer who painted blood and floated a dead minister.

Adventurers who have only come after themselves for how long. Sefina hated them. Because they've decided to turn a nasty gaze.

So it was a huge shock to Sefina that the adventurer, as usual, had said that with a completely different look.

It was respect, admiration and admiration that was in my sight. It was a pure fondness for her strength.

For Sefina, who has been pointing all her hostility and fear since someone like my mother disappeared, it has been a joy I haven't felt in a long time.

Sefina listened for a long time to the story of an adventurer brought to the tree with blood paint.

"- I used to be a fucking kid who couldn't help it. If there's something you don't like, it's natural to kick it. I used to slash my parents with a knife. Naturally, I didn't have any friends. Everyone looked at me with an unpleasant look. But I took down the goblin. It just so happens. Then... thank you, that's what they said. I've never been told that before, so I don't know what to do, and I laugh, but I run away.... but after a while I wanted to be told again, that's what I thought."

Sefina was listening seriously to the words of an adventurer who spoke slowly, staring into the void, as she remembered, looking back.

"That's why I'm an adventurer. Adventurers are good. Really good. You don't have to be as smart as me to be thankful. That's what they say when they look straight at me and say thank you.... it's the best. Yeah, it's great."

Moving it was also a mouth that was becoming billionaire, and the adventurer still laughed small. How long has Sefina been listening to such an adventurer? The adventurer decided to put his sleep behind him, as his face looked like a child who would give up the continuation of a picture book.

What I kept going with my mouth that stopped moving is a story I don't love. Daily little events that don't even tell the public story. Even with that story, Sefina was listening in silence and seriously.

I listened for a long and long time.

And we meet by the time the sunset brightly dyes the side of Sefina and the adventurer's dead minister.

"... you..."

With something to say at the end, the adventurer was out of breath.

Here is the continuation of that word.

- You can't live without eating people?

And then, with just a few seconds, something might have changed.

But it's just a miracle that didn't happen in the past.

As Sefina fluttered her hands in the air, she pressed Lanza's chest, which was in front of her.

to Lanza, who no longer had the power to resist and fell,

"... why?

And groan.

Keep it up. Now I saw my successor.

Flirting, fluttering.

Stepping over to his successor without strength, Sefina reaches out as she stares into his darkening, cloudy eyes.

"How can we all look at it like that...?

Without being able to grasp anything in his outstretched hand, Sefina fell, making a slight noise.

The sound was too light and, on the other hand, sounded very heavy in the heir.

"Experience reached a certain amount"

"We're up from Lv24 to Lv25."

"[Throwing LV2] has risen to [Throwing LV3]"

"[Magic Operation Lv2] has been raised to [Magic Operation Lv3]"

"[Extreme concentration Lv1] has risen to [Extreme concentration Lv2]"

The [Devil's Eye of Curse] response disappeared with the announcement of [System Log].

I may not even have to confirm it, but I activated the [Demon Eye of Truth].

HP: 0/3006

I guess it's because there's still MP on the tag. Sefina's name window opened properly.

HP is 0. The curse's demon eye correction is also disappearing.

There was no doubt that he was already dead.

You realize the battle is over, and those who survive take the means to recover and move out with each. Some cried out joy.

Around the perimeter, which was getting noisy in Russia, his heir stood still, looking down at Sefina's body.

When I noticed, there was a lourier next door.

Roulier stared at Sefina in silence, just like him, as he grabbed the hem of his heir's shirt cuddly.

The heir gently stroked Lourier's head.

Maybe that was to comfort myself.

"I wonder what it was, this guy"

"... Mm"

Sefina's final voice seemed too sad to leave in her heir's ear.

In a square where people began to grow noisily, the two of them stared and stood at Sefina for a while.