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

Fu has asked a serious expression about "The End of the World".

"I haven't really thought much about the end of the world ...

According to the announcement of the Holy Knights Association, this world is a huge square continent.

The raised area is the land where humans live, and the majority of the rest is occupied by the ocean.

The world is a plane that extends everywhere, and at the end is a giant waterfall-an unparalleled waterfall.

The seawater that falls from it will eventually rain, and will again fall into this world.

This is the end of the story.

Further examination is strictly prohibited by international law.

"Yes, that's right. We've been taught that all the time-but that doesn't seem to be true."

"……What does it mean?"

"I've been to historical books, journals, classics, and all sorts of sources. However, there is no single description of the waterfall of extremity. Without any evidence, once the Holy Knights Society The name just announced is walking alone ... This is so unnatural and so strange. I can't help but feel something artificial ... "

Unusual for a fu, he talks while holding his fist hot.

"Probably the Holy Knights Association knows something important. It hides tremendous information in its headquarters, guarded by the strongest man, the Seven Swords ...!"

He came to his face with resentment and envy.

"The end of the world is so far away, there is no fuel on existing planes. There is currently no way to get there. But I want to go somewhere beyond the waterfall of the world-one day! What is there? , I can't help but want to know it ...! I just entered this black organization just to know it! "

"Is that ... as 'art of protection'?"

"Oh, yes. Studying history, examining the ends of the world-these are strictly forbidden by international law. The dreadful" history hunting "leaves archeologists like me close. Unless you are in a black organization that boasts overwhelming force, you can't even calm down and focus on your research ... "

"Is that so……"

Zak-Bombard does something that the Holy Knights Association cannot do.

Rain-Glad is to save Serena, who has been cursed by the rain.

Foo-Rudras, to know the end of the world.

Everyone seems to choose a black organization as a “means” to fulfill their wishes.

Then when the story reached a paragraph,

"Hmm ..."

Fu exhaled greatly.

“I ’m sorry.

After he said so ridiculously, he looked straight at him with a serious expression.

"--Allen-Roaddle, you really have good eyes."

"... good eyes?"

"It doesn't dye in any color, it's a transparent, straight and infinitely clear eyes .... Why? Why are you looking at your eyes? You'll be drawn.

@Fu said, drinking a cup of tea and standing up.

"--Okay, this is the end of my story. You can do whatever you want."

"I don't want to stop saying" I like you "..."

"I'm sorry, but today I'm going to immerse myself in the deciphering of the history book, because I haven't received the order to 'stop Allen-Roadle.' And with my own power, it's no longer stopping you Kanawan "

He closed his eyes slowly, talking about such humility.

"They mentioned earlier--well, apparently they're struggling with the strict security of Numero's main home. Five kilometers north of here, they caught hiding in the shed in Numero Grand Garden."

"What does that mean?"

"I can hear 'the voice of the wind' and pick up conversations within a radius of 10 km. There is no such thing as the voices of the five who claim to be" Allen-Rodol "in the empire. It's the voice of my fellow. "

Fu said plainly and then suddenly frowned.

"... mm? This is ..."

"What happened, what happened?"

"... It's better to hurry. It looks like the wedding is starting."

"Well, how much is it too soon ...! ?? There should be at least three more hours!"

At the time of separation from Mr. Crown, it is ten hours after the wedding.

From there, move to the ghost lab and infiltrate the empire through the spot.

After that, you get a black cloak from Zaku until now…

(… I haven't used it for ten hours no matter what I think)

A good place is seven hours or so.

"The plan is nothing but that arrogant Numero, because I really think that the trash is at the center of the world."

"Damn ..."

I got up immediately and ran to the roof.

"--I'm praying for the success of the strategy."

"Oh, please do it!"

In this way, I got a lot of information from Foo-Rudras, and ran at full speed towards Numero's home.