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

"-Well, I'm really chilling my liver today. Indeed, my husband, even if it's inside, it's easy to put a nucleus ..."

Deal muttered, squeezing out each black sword pierced into his body.

(……fast)

The deep stab wound on his whole body recovers in a flash.

It seems that the recovery ability has been greatly improved by deploying the true dress.

"Are you the one who was just caught in" Unknown Phantom Spirit "?"

"Okay."

I have never thought about what a guy is.

"Kukuku ... oh. It's my husband's relationship, so I'm glad you can tell me."

Deal talks about a disgusting joke and shook his shoulders.

"It's ridiculous ... no matter how powerful the nucleus, it's an empty entity that doesn't have an" entity. "In order to interfere with the real world, it consumes ridiculous power. Judging from where it was not, isn't that "monster" already running out of gas? "

Apparently this guy has deep knowledge of the nucleus.

"Well ... how about that?"

I desperately made a smile so that I wouldn't realize that I didn't have this hand.

"I'd like to cut it off with 'blurred bluff' ... but in the case of my husband, it's possible that it's possible.-There's no way I can do it.

Deal smiles with a chilling and cruel spine and holds a poisonous sword.

Beyond that ... it wasn't something you could call a "fight".

"Sorry so much ...! What's going on ??"

"..."

He squeezes out my body only slowly and slashes my body slowly.

(If you use a great technique, it will end in one shot ...)

Apparently, the bluff seemed to be using Zeon's Invisible Hand, and Deal was unable to take a step further.

Thanks to that, I can still stand on two legs this way.

But it's almost the limit.

(How long has it passed since he unveiled his dress?)

Five minutes?

Enough?

No, maybe it's still a minute.

(Anyway, this body is already dead.)

The deadly poison of the is eroding cells called cells.

No matter what you do, nothing will help.

(I definitely die here today)

I decided to make it effective and use it effectively.

Swing your sword until the moment this life runs out, earning a long time even with a comma.

Betting on the possibility of someone coming to help, smaller than a grain of rice, "uses up" this body.

"Allen, don't do it anymore ...

From behind, I could hear the cry of the rear.

But I didn't know what he was saying.

My ears can no longer clearly distinguish the sound.

On the contrary, it is impossible to even walk properly.

Right now, we rely on only a small amount of visual information and then something like the sixth sense to prevent fatal injuries.

(Yet, yet ...)

Hold the black sword with both poisoned, bloody and ragged hands, and somehow maintain a straight eyed posture.

"Most of the body is dead, but why don't you fall down ... It's really a monster-stained mental strength ... No, if you've come this far, it's more accurate to call it" a monster "."

Deal shrugged, muttering something.

"Well, but it's easy to be worried .... What kind of tone will you play when your strong heart breaks ?? Ah, just imagining it ... the goose bumps won't stop ..."

He walked slowly towards the rear-with an ugly smile stirring his physiological disgust.