The Prodigy Sefiria’s Overpowering Program

We were in the woods where we had a secret People Demon Alliance, and we were holding an anti beast meeting as it were.

The venue is in my activated Sleeping Coffin (Good Night Black). This magic creates a cube around me, a magic that completely blocks the sound and light that goes in and out of it.

Of course it does not become complete darkness because it is pouring light from the ceiling to prevent the interior space from darkening.

"Heh. Can human 'magic' do this too? That's convenient."

I asked Reggie what I cared about, smelling the inner walls of the sleeping coffin (Goodnight Black) as I was impressed.

"Mazoku is better, Mazoku is better, right?

"You're not always good at it. It's just that you don't have to talk weird like a human being.... That, you just activated silently, didn't you? Are you a demon?

"Of course not."

Demons don't need spells......?

From the way you put it, it probably doesn't mean you're building a spell in your brain either.

"Whatever, how can you do it?

"No, we don't know which one is different in the first place with what you call 'magic'. That's what I was born for."

Were you born...? That's no longer like physique, is it?

Is the dragon erupting fire, for example, because it is unconsciously building a spell?

Until once the brave man conveyed the concept of magic to the people, it might have been thought that there were internal organs that erupted fire, and that might actually be the kind of organ.

Perhaps the beast man's high physical ability is just a biologically high muscle mass, or a benefit from physical strengthening magic that continues to activate unconsciously.

I see, I heard something quite interesting.

If you want to do it, you can also apply magical enhancement (doping) to ordinary humans to make them beastly moddlers.

... if you're a magician of power who can do that, leave the story alone that letting the flames go is much stronger.

"Except"

Huh, Reggie raised her nibble and mouth angle for a flirtatious look.

"Very rarely, a demon clan called 'Spiritual Body (Esteria)' is born. I'm going to use magic."

Spiritual body (esteria) ……?

Even from the demons who can originally cause special phenomena, are there such things as mutant species that have been born with a physique that causes different phenomena......?

I'm sure he's like a family masterpiece.

... Speaking of which, during the meetings of the Central Command, there was a tabernacle who said, "Sometimes, among the beasts, something of flying strength is born" or something.

Apparently, it wasn't limited to the Beast Man. Sounds like you need to be careful.

Reggie says, "Well, forget that," and turns to me with his hands on his hips.

"The question is, what are we going to do with the chasers? You guys originally came here to take down the Beast Man, didn't you? Then is there any chance you can win?

You can also snort right here, but that could be a detour.

If Reggie was the enemy, because this question is meant to measure our strength.

Besides, last month, I have to worry about modesty for a moment, as I am looking into the painful eyes because of the sweetness with which I took a look at Mr. Bozler.

I answer pompous, posing as a slightly troubled breeze.

"... I wonder. I don't know if I can help it."

heard my answer. Reggie scratched her head like she was in trouble,

"Oh my God, I thought you were confident. The Demons generally do, but we, the Beasts, are especially 'strong', aren't we?

"... Tsukasa, at all?

"That's right. I don't know what it means because humans are so hectic about weak guys, but the Demons are based on strength, both power and status, and beauty. What the strong say is absolute, and instincts yield to the strong."

Ooh, that's like going weak and strong eating on the ground. Absolute meritocracy, like head-on conflict with the seniority and hereditary system of the human race.

The stronger you are, the more respected and appreciated you are, and the stronger you are, the less afraid you are, but rather enough to be admired.

In the world of people, strength can't even resist power on top, they snore because they're new, and if they show strong power, they get scared and weird rumors spread...

... Is that it? Me, isn't the devil world better suited?

If I hadn't been blessed with lovely people like your mother, your brother and Mr. Nelvia, maybe I would have had a future where I would have fallen back on the Devil's side and crushed the Empire City.

Before I knew it, my family held the fate of the world. Yabe.

"I thought if you guys showed some overwhelming strength, the chasers might listen and go home."

That's what I said and unfortunately it was Reggie who was sighing, but I'll get back on my mind and slap her in the chest right away.

"Don't worry. I'm pretty strong, so you don't have to worry about losing. Rather, the problem is after winning. Now, how do we get those idiots back..."

Reggie started mumbling about bumps and something and indulging in her thoughts as she put her arms together and worried.

To him like that, I ask the question again.

"If you're going to shut up, you can't do it with us, you can't do it with us, right?

"Ah? Well, yeah. That's what beasts hate the most.“ Fair and square ”is the creed."

Hmm, then you'll hate that kind of chicken warfare by spraying strange or irritating odors, creating pitfalls, magically sniping from a distance, unilaterally attacking from above.

But isn't it quite difficult to overwhelm a herd of beasts, a strength for five adults with combat training, in a squarely head-on battle?

But verbal persuasion won't make sense to a brain muscle race whose strength is absolute...

If this happens anymore, shall we bump it and make it immobile, and then magically bun throw it across the horizon?

... but he's going to come back as long as he's alive...

It's such a hassle that it just doesn't make sense to take them down.

Well, if this was on the front line of the battlefield or just around the Empire City, they're going to be pissed off if you don't kill them, so it's not a bad situation not to kill them. You don't have to tell Reggie, you're not going to kill the enemy.

When I look back at your sister, I will ask her a clear question of reply, who was silently listening to our conversation.

"... hey, it looks like you're getting tight, and maybe you can't. Is Konka here?

"No! Rather, if the enemy is strong, it will be Sephi's shield!!

... That's what Mr. Nervia would answer, isn't it?

But what worries me is not just about Mr Nervia.

What can I say for myself, but I seem to have a pretty angry personality. So...

"If you get stuck or shimmy, I'm sure you'll be all over it. So, if you want to, you can make the best of Jibu, right?

"Ah... yes! I'll keep that in mind for the liver!

That being said, I guess Mr. Nervia will shelter me if I get pinched.

So I must be careful not only to protect Mr Nervia, but also not to fall into a pinch myself.

I always have to overwhelm them without having to think about the assumption that they are beasts.

Because we need to be much stronger than our enemies in order not to kill them during the war.

You must thoroughly break your heart so that the enemies you missed will never do evil again.

Otherwise, there won't always be people out there who will take their lives by the enemies I've missed.

The more desperate the enemy is, the more overwhelming it is.

"Reggie. Come on, come on."

When I say that, Reggie nodded smaller than just a little more nervously in her expression.

"Hey, you know what? Don't kill me, okay?

"I know. But you'd better show off your teeth, wouldn't you?

"... well, yeah"

"Then I'll give you a break."

Apparently, he guessed that my consciousness had changed.

That it turned into a consciousness of "crushing” rather than “pushing back”.

"Well, let's go."

When I unlock the sleeping coffin (Goodnight Black) and return to the forest view, I walk towards the village of Salfe.

Well, how shall we fight?