The Prodigy Sefiria’s Overpowering Program

Is the environmental sound, like the noise dripping from the radio, echoing from the waterfall near here? A foggy splash pouring in from the waterfall pot wraps around the dew like it did after it rained.

Releasing the environmental junction that usually stretches around me for just a moment, the slight humidity and chilling air, then the smell of mud rising above the muddy ground, stroked my body.

We got off the carriage we protected in the junction. All the way down the mud road with bad scaffolding.

The time is evening. It's totally sunset and the jungle is the kind of time when the Book of Darkness is lowered and the hunters of nature start hunting. Naturally, you will never set foot in the jungle until morning to avoid danger if it is a normal march.

However, you don't need to be trapped in such a frame of common sense more than I accompany you to ensure a magical and comfortable vision. We went deep into the jungle with the brightness of daylight.

Mr. Rovero, who is leading the way, is leading us to the place where he found out in an interview with the Demons. We also conduct interview surveys, but more or less useful information is often heard by Mr. Rovero.

Reggie walked right behind him like that, followed by Kaylis, who holds me, and Nelvia, who guards his back at the rear of the line.

Others leave a message in the carriage because it's not convenient to act in large numbers this time around.

As we pass between the brilliant depressed trees with dew-drops, snakes dressed in blatant warning colors and monkeys shining their eyes out of the shade of the trees are glimpsing this one jiggly. Of course, the animals never try to get closer than I do, though.

But does it take minimal intelligence to be frightened of the magic that leaks out of my body, and I can't seem to keep poisonous gums, hills, etc. away from me like I'm in the jungle? Still, that's not the case if I'm serious about getting into a combat posture. He says, but apparently, he can't be in a relaxed state.

That's why I set boundaries and strong winds around us to protect everyone from those threats. Especially when I hate bugs, I was following Reggie right behind me, while Kaylis, who is also a big bad bug, hugged me. As Reggie freaks out from time to time about knocking something off at a speed that doesn't go unnoticed, me and Kayliss will take our strides forward, taking care not to hold each other hard and look at you.

That's how the end of the march felt for a long time in my physical sense. When Mr. Rovero, who was at the forefront of me, stops unexpectedly,

"Ladies and gentlemen, apparently we have arrived at our destination"

That said, he retreated aside in his graceful work, and he gave us his way.

We breathe unexpectedly in the view that spreads beyond.

There was a slowly flowing mist that could soon stand in. There was an open place where no trees existed around.

It is like a spring or water pouring in from a waterfall nearby, and thanks to its incredibly transparent water quality, even the bottom of the water, about five meters below, is clearly visible.

In the middle of that spring, a huge...... tree, like the so-called Okinawan mangrove, was rooted, and we could see the thick roots, myriad branches on the water, penetrating the spring vertically and piercing it vigorously to the bottom of the water.

From the outer circumference of the spring to the central tree there was a distance of about twenty metres, but some of the roots are stretched horizontally, as if the tree were to invite visitors, and bridges are crossed to land.

This is our destination, commonly known as the Whispering Hollow. This is where certain demons are said to live, where we may know the way forward.

Phew, good. You're lucky to be able to reach your destination without ever getting lost in a jungle where this sense of direction is also going to disappear in an instant. The boulder is Mr. Rovero, a man who can.

We approach the tree that sits in the center of the fountain, thus putting our feet on the tangled thick roots that stretch from it.

Besides my thoughts, the sturdy roots didn't make me feel wobbly, and I was able to reach the central tree safely.

Looking up at a tree like a mangrove, I see there's a cavity by the way on its surface, and it's not strange to have something lurking in that hole.

"Um, excuse me!

In the meantime, I decided to start, to call it in. I don't know if I live somewhere in those empty sinuses, or if I'm usually somewhere else again... well, it wouldn't hurt to call it in.

Ten seconds have passed since I spoke... twenty seconds... thirty seconds have passed, and maybe I'm away now? What a time to start thinking.

"Oh well, this is another rare customer."

Suddenly, a voice echoed from the sinus somewhere in front of the tree.

That voice is a small, plundering voice as you whisper, and it seems difficult to determine age, gender, etc from its quality.

"There's a mix of humans, beastmen... and then I'm not sure."

The whisper sounded just a little pleasant, and I put up with that.

That 'you don't know' isn't about me, is it? I mean, I'm a real person, no matter where you look at it, common and unquestionable, right? You know what?

As I warmed my moody feelings towards the Lord of the Invisible Voice, Mr. Rovero, standing beside me, cut out his greetings.

"I'll see you first. We are a people's territory..."

"The Empire of the People's Verision ascended to the capital, Emperor Verhazard Valdo Beorant, by virtue of the life of His Majesty the Emperor... If anyone knows anything, there is no need to explain it"

"It's a boulder," Mr. Rovero smiled without changing his voice tone to that delightful voice that made these words easy to get ahead of.

I don't know what kind of life this other person usually lives, but I wind up tongue-in-cheek with that information network that lightly mentions what kind of a group we are.

I see. The title of one of the best 'informants' in the Demon Nation doesn't seem to be Dada.

Yes, we visited here this time because we overheard the presence of this informant in our listening.

I came to ask this whisper that even paying the price would tell us the most about Roxward and Yonalpoka's trends.

and before that...... Mr. Rovero unloads the cloth bag he was in charge of at the root of the tree.

This bag contains about a few animals that the Beasts have caught for food, and they say this is the consideration for getting information.

"I'm going to ask you straight in."

"I don't know any specific information about what Roxward is for. Because they're wary of my observations. Daimyo, the demons on the other side must have gotten into wisdom. What I know isn't so different from what you guys have been working so hard to find out."

The whisper openly says so, 'Oh, but hey,' goes on.

"A warcraft called Yonarpoka that you and the others are looking into together. He didn't visit here a while ago. So I know where it's headed. '

Right in front of me held by Kayliss, Reggie's tail pinned hard.

Well, because you're a handy informer who knows a lot, you thought of using a warcraft named Yonarpoka as well.

And if you know the question he asked, you will inevitably be able to guess the purpose as well.

When we silently urged ahead, the whispers continued to laugh furiously.

Jonalpoca asked me where Luminite was.

"At the Rumi?

"Don't you know what a scaly dragon is?... Oh no, I might be more familiar with people saying“ Vortex of the Demon God ”. '

Was the Vortex of the Demon God... the only name to appear in the myth of the Brave Faith?

A build-up of evil powers of the demon god...... I hear it's a place where demons are once considered a factor in their birth, or something like a natural phenomenon.

But I've never heard of anything like that being real, and Reggie, Nelvia, and Kaylis were also floating question marks.

Only Mr. Rovero was silent with a deep wrinkle engraved between his brows.

The existence of the Vortex of the Demon God (Luminite)... the notion of nasty is what many people and demons will know. I can't believe he knows the real thing, let alone the place. And Yonalpoka asked me where I was from. "

"Do you know where that Vortex of Demons is?

'I can answer with confidence, too, although there are three limitations. Nor have I actually visited the place myself, nor have I ever ascertained its reality. So if you're asked why the place is the Vortex of Demons, the rationale is nothing more than the presence of a gatekeeper.'

I had a few doubts about the informant who told me so eloquently. Is it okay to divulge one critical piece of information from animal to animal after another?

Then the informant gave me the answer, even though he could hear my heart.

"Oh my God. With some offering there, I can't even answer if the Vortex of the Demon God (Luminite) actually exists." Well, but when they're ready, that's when the war will start again. I'm trying to stop you from working with them. "

"Thank you for your cooperation"

The whisper laughed with her nose, 'Humph', to Mr. Rovero, who threw a word of gratitude without changing his complexion.

Well, is that why you've been so cooperative? I thought it would give you a lot of light information about important products (ginger), but I'm satisfied with that. Not all demons want war, either.

'Well, fine. So this is where I taught Jonalpoca the Vortex of Demons. In conclusion, I have been told a suspicious place, rumored to be actually a "Vortex of Demons (Luminite)" because I would have trouble blowing in something very appropriate and getting busted later. The information is much less credible than the three places I know it, but still, maybe it really pulls a “clam”. That's the place. "

"When did you teach?

'Come on, I think it was pretty recent. Was it just a little while after the head of the Beast Clan was killed? But you still don't hear about Jonalpoca gaining the power of the Vortex of Demons. If it's my personality, if I get strong power, I'll show off in a hurry. The absence of it must still be a hassle in identifying the location of the Vortex of the Demons (Luminite) or in attacking the gatekeepers. Or was it "hassle," or lost to the gatekeeper? "

At the end of the day, saying that, the whispers zeroed a tingle and a grin.

I hear that Yonarpoka has quite a lot of strength among the Demons. Is even such a Jonalpoca something you can't find without searching around for a long time?

The Demons are quite short tempered, so if you can't find them looking for them a little, they're going to visit here again, though. Doesn't that even mean the location itself can be identified? Or is it "gatekeeper”?

"Look, the Vortex of Demons" is the source of magic, if you will. People and demons inherently possess only a small amount of magic with both hands. Even demons with open eyes (chanteras) don't make a big difference. But the Vortex of the Demon God (Luminite) is the great fountain that springs up infinitely. It is assumed that by contacting you, you can gain power far beyond your original upper limit and deviate from common sense. '

"When did you get your tempura...?

"Yes, the Dragon of the Scale. You must have fought recently, as the head of it."

To that word the whisperer said, I think a little and then I look up.

No way, about Exlia and Nemesi!? Those two...... are one person to be exact, but did those kids also come into contact with the "Vortex of the Demon God (Luminite)" and gain that unlikely power?

If so, this is outrageous! If such a mythical demonic tribe were to be produced in mass, the world would be doomed in no time.

That kind of rush and fear of mine, however, was denied shortly afterwards with the supplement, 'Well, it's unusual to have that much power, clarity'.

The dragon king and the dragon king that Exulia had previously fallen prey to a sense of play also said that he had gained abilities by contacting the Vortex of the Demon God (Luminite). Sure, the Dragon King seems to be a common sense breaking strength, but you still think the babies are the same compared to the Exulians? I was a little relieved to hear that.

Then Mr. Nervia, who had been silent until now, opened his mouth in such a way as to fear.

"Um... if there is such an awesome place, I wonder if more demons know the place and are using it...?

'I can't even think about that. First of all, the Vortex of Demons (Luminite) is basically disposable. Once someone uses it, the magic spreads and it seems to take an interminable amount of time before practical magic builds up again. Next, if you find out there's such a great place, how can the Demons teach competing others?

"... I see"

"More importantly, the Vortex of the Demon God (Luminite) is mostly set with creatures and traps I call“ gatekeepers ”that I don't really know. Even approaching the Vortex of the Demon God (Luminite) is life-threatening. Besides, even if you think about dying and you break through the gatekeeper, it's a complete waste of time if it's the Vortex of the Demon God (Luminite) that someone used decades ago. It's going to take hundreds of years for the magic to build up."

So there's a corresponding risk to a delicious story. Well, even if you find out about the "Vortex of Demons (Luminite)" and its existence, you can also snort that there are few Demons who can actually gain that power. I don't even think that the demonic tribe, which is basically individualism, will work together with their lives at stake for what only one person can gain.

But then, doesn't that mean that the place where Yonarpoka is headed is more expensive than the three places where the informant is holding the place down?

If even this informer can't be sure it exists, that would be the same for the rest of the demons. In case this was a “clam," it could be dangerous if you don't hurry.

"So, what if...?

A whisper with added seriousness answered my question, which included a rush to Russia.

"The Mausoleum of the Beast King."