The Failed Swordsman Who Became the Strongest After Spamming the 100 Million Years Button

"That ... ?? Where is it here ...?"

If I noticed, I was standing in an unfamiliar place.

Surely, I heard about a 100-year-old button from a fragrant grandfather called Time's Hermit …… and …….

"... Yes, I pressed the button for 100 million years."

Does this mean the “alien world” that the hermit of this time was saying?

Looking around Gururi and the surroundings, I saw healthy soil and a large white house.

And one more thing-there were big numbers in the air.

00 00:01:31 on January 1, 00000000.

Every second and every second is probably the clock in this world.

You have to get out of this world when it shows exactly 100 million years.

Conversely, until then, it was my time.

"OK ... OK, OK!"

Yeah, we did it ...

If you have this much time, you can definitely beat Dodrier.

I was happy and happy ... I clenched my fist.

(Even so, that story was true!)

If you get out of here, you have to thank the hermit of time.

(No ... but I guess my memory will disappear when I leave this world ...)

Okay, but it should be fine.

Even if you lose your memory, your sword skills won't be lost.

100 million years later-in the real world, I'll be sure to thank you soon.

(Oops, don't dont)

I immediately pulled my sword and started swinging.

Time seems long and short.

Surely 100 million years will pass in no time.

(Large chance to get it ... I can't waste every minute ...!)

Then I kept swinging my sword.

The next time I realized the time was when my belly sounded.

"Or the other this time……"

If you look at the character clock in the air, it was already around 2:00.

Time is difficult to understand because there is no sun in this alien world.

"Well ... would you like to eat?"

I stopped my swing and headed to a big white house with only one house in this world.

"Oh, it's wide ..."

It is much larger than my mother's home, than the dormitory where I live now.

It's ridiculously clean. No dust.

"Well ... where are the ingredients ...?"

According to the story of the Hermit at the time, there should be a magical storehouse where the food keeps flowing infinitely.

When I walked a little inside the house, I found a huge refrigerator beside the kitchen.

"Is this inside ...?"

When you open the door of the big double door, there is-.

"I'm sorry ..."

Meat and vegetables, fish and milk-everything was packed tightly.

Take the large tomato that you first saw and pick it up.

“……!

A lush fresh sweetness ran through my mouth as if it had just been harvested this morning.

Then I stored the dried meat and vegetables that I didn't need to cook, and went straight to the bathroom.

"Hey, hey ..."

It was a big bathroom about 10 times as imagined.

in addition--.

"Oh ... it's hot water ..."

The temperature was perfect, even though no adjustments were made to the mechanism.

Not too hot, not too sloppy-I found that the muscles of the whole body were loosened by moderate hot water.

After that, I got out of the bath and prepared for sleep, and immediately went to my bedroom.

I don't intend to spend much time on things other than training.

If you do that, 100 million years will pass in no time.

"It's so fluffy ..."

The large bed in my bedroom was so soft that I couldn't imagine it.

And it's not just soft.

There was strength to take body well.

Muttering with a whirl, wrapped in a light and warm comforter.

"The best……"

Delicious rice.

A comfortable bath.

Soft bed.

And above all-100 million years.

No more.

It's the best environment.

"Hey, let's train for 100 million years in a place like this ... I'm sure you can become a great swordsman ..."

With a bright hope and strong ambition in my chest, I fell asleep slowly.

■

For ten years since I came to this different world, I kept swinging my sword every day.

While you have been swinging your sword for ten years, you have come to understand the reason.

(I wonder if it's optimized ...)

I just learned how to swing a sword.

When you swing down your sword vertically, when should you put your strength, and when should you release your strength? At last, such a sword technique was grabbed.

By the time 100 years had passed, he had acquired various skills.

For example, like this

"Ichi no Tachi-Hiei!"

You can now shoot flying slashes.

I tried to name the various skills I learned.

I felt like I was the founder of a school, and it was really fun.

Three hundred years later.

A little ... I'm getting tired.

Not physical fatigue.

Probably mental.

The same thing is repeated every day.

Shake the sword, eat rice and sleep.

The same thing is repeated every day for three hundred years.

I think my heart got tired of that life.

The other day, I took a stroll through this alien world for recreation.

Then, to my surprise, it was much narrower than I thought (...).

In conclusion, this alien world is a small sphere.

If you leave the house and walk straight for a while, you will immediately reach the back door of the house. It was a small sphere, much smaller than the school grounds.

Somehow ... I was lonely.

Five hundred years later.

Recently, it seemed to taste the same no matter what you ate.

Meat, fish and vegetables-all the same.

It feels like you're eating tasteless rubber.

I understand well that my heart is rough.

But there is no way to escape in this closed world.

The frustrating thoughts do not go out of my chest and my dissatisfaction accumulates day by day.

The bath doesn't have to be this large.

Sufficient space for your legs is enough.

Beds too.

If you have a mattress and a comforter, why not?

No extra equipment is needed.

I do n’t need it – just drop in someone.

I want to meet someone.

I want to meet and talk.

I want to touch different ideas.

Isn't it just a matter of exchange greed ... That kind of emotion was flowing out.

"Mom ... I'm fine."

Seven hundred years later.

I was just lonely.

I was so lonely.

It was almost broken.

I wanted to get out of here as soon as possible for another second.

Hate to the hermit when I sent me to such hell was growing.

"... I knew it."

How cruel and how unreliable this world is.

So I begged so desperately.

Let me push the button.

"... I will never forgive you."

With revenge on my chest, I continued to swing my sword today.

Thousand years later.

I don't know why I'm waving my sword.

I think there was a purpose.

The meaning of desperately swinging the sword in this way ... I think it certainly existed.

But it was something ... I didn't know.

Five thousand years later.

I thought so.

"If I chose suicide here ... could I get out of this world?"

The time hermit was saying.

[Never-Never harm yourself? Although the future is a different world, your body is one of them. If you die, you'll end there]

Yes, I can always end it.

It's easy.

Just push the sword in this hand to your chest.

You can get out of this hell with just that.

"It's over ... it's over!"

I immediately turned my sword to my chest and closed my eyes.

After that, just pierce this.

It's just a moment of pain.

Yes, that's it.

That's it ... but ...

"Why doesn't work ..."

My hand did not move as if it had become a stone.

I was just scared.

The fear of death may have exceeded the current pain.

At this time (...), I thought so (......).

Ten thousand years later.

I had stopped thinking.

Swing the sword up and down.

It was just a concept that repeated just that.

Why do you wield a sword?

What are you living for?

What is “I” in the first place?

Everything was lost.

Even if that happens, I didn't let go of the sword alone.

I thought that you shouldn't let go.

It may be a kind of obsession.

100,000 years later, 1 million years later, and even after 10 million years, I kept swinging my sword forever.

Finally, at 23:59:59 on December 31, 99999999 ... One second later, this world slowly began to collapse.

"finished……"

I understand that my being is being brought back to reality.

(Already ... Is it something you push again ...?)

I carved it into my soul.

That is a demon button.

Don't exist in this world-a cursed button.

(When you return to the original world, I will destroy it first ....)

Never allow the hermit of time.

Sent me to such a hell, I won't allow that shit.

I'll hurt you like a rag.

Yes, let's manipulate his arm that can't move and push the button for 100 million years.

Let him taste the same hell as me.

I'll spend 100 million years in this empty hellish world.

I closed my eyes gently so as not to turn off the burning black lights on my chest.

■

Just a few seconds later-I was in that white world again.

Incredibly, the clock floating in the air was pointing to 00:01:00 on January 1, 00000000.

“…………?”

I doubted my eyes.

No way, no way no way ... ?

"Again ... Is it pressed ...?!?"

No doubt, I came back to reality ... I pushed again.

Cursed 100 Million Year Button.

That crazy long time from now ... again ...?

"U, u, wow, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!"

Shouted out.

I shouted, shouted and ran around.

But he couldn't go crazy.

In this world, when emotions rise above a certain level, feelings are forcibly suppressed.

Joy, sadness, fun, and regret – you can never cross a certain line.

The prison at this time never allows you to forget the time-"Forget the time".

Aside from me who wakes up alone, the character clock floating in the air ticks accurately every second.

Then I went back and forth between the real world and prison at this time many times.

I pressed the button over and over a hundred million years for a real stupid and stupid help.

It's easy.

Because I have no memory of this hell for 100 million years.

You have to do something.

If you leave this way, you will remain in this world forever.

You have to do something.

(But ... what to do?)

There's no way to tell this hell to me in the real world.

Unfortunately, the moment I escaped from this world, the memory of 100 million years of hell disappeared.

So loop forever.

This hellish world ... forever.

Some thoughts suddenly crossed my mind when I experienced the eighth hundred million years.

"Yes, that's right ... it's easy to escape from this world ..."

Hahaha.

I've been really up to my point so far.

Why didn't you notice such a simple thing?

The answer is already-in my hands.

"If you cut this world, you can get out of here ...!"

That's it.

A sword is something that cuts the original thing ( ).

Grass, trees, rocks – all kinds of objects.

(It would be strange that this world was cut off)

No, it is decided to cut.

Otherwise, it won't make sense.

The reason why the world can't be cut immediately right now is because I don't have that power.

Surely, if you train and become a respectable swordsman, you will be able to cut like this world.

(Fortunately the time is endless ...)

Then I just kept swinging my sword like crazy.

Sword skills enough to devote the world-seeking a swing in the sanctuary.

... I'm thinking about something strange ... maybe, I knew it somewhere.

But if I had no purpose-it was going to be broken without something clinging.

No, at this point of my weird purpose, I may be broken.

But if you admit it, it's really the end (...).

So I,

(I can do it I can do it ...

I just kept swinging my sword while thinking so.

As a hint of self.

As if the world were cut. The one who can't cut is strange.

I kept my mind in mind that I believed so from the bottom of my heart.

A few hundred million years later, an incident occurred.

"What?"

The moment I dropped my sword, the space through which the sword passed slightly "shook".

It's not a mistake. Certainly shook.

We cut space, the world-slightly.

"Ha ha ha ha ... uh. Yeah, I can cut ... I can cut!

I laughed out loud.

I laughed and fell like crazy.

After that, I kept swinging my sword for 100,000 years and 1 million years.

The “shaking” that occurs after the sword has passed has gradually – but has steadily increased.

Being able to feel the change.

There is growth.

The end was seen.

I was glad that it was more than anything ... I just kept swinging my sword.

And now, the time is 23:59:30 on December 31, 99999999.

30 It's about 30 seconds into the next loop.

"... huh"

I can go (...).

I don't know why, but I was convinced.

"Farewell with this white world."

I felt strange when I thought so.

Nostalgia …… Love …… Somehow ambiguous.

"But I don't want to come again."

I laughed, and I held my sword at my eyes.

"Then, time in jail."

Say goodbye to this place where you have spent billions of years.

Then I held the sword in the upper row, and swung it down at once.

"--Huh!"

At that moment, a huge sword line entered the space-the prison of time collapsed with a noise.