Bagong, and the hook as if to beat the air into each side of Viram, say - or fold it from body to body, and at such a rate that you can't even see much power, Viram, your body becomes my two dances earlier.

─ ─ It was me who realized in front of me that the attack that concentrated power on a single point was not annoying.

In front of me, of course, there was no such thing as you, Wyram, but a dinosaur without an angry lion who would cast off heat from his body as he reversed that red hair, and his eyes were not already burning in anger, and he had the sharpness and coolness to the point where he was watching.

─ ─ It's like the 'wild' that slept deep inside the gene of an organism called me instinctively admitted to death that I couldn't win. I felt such an overwhelming separation of powers.

Indeed, I may have mismeasured my powers, and now I think I can agree with what I was saying during the day and night.

If you really kill each other with the Beast King, you can take your hands on the road. At best, I'm an exponent now-- no, maybe there's more power separation. I'm sure you won't trust my thoughts.

"I'm sorry, enforcer, the foolishness bothered me"

Rex lays down his eyes, sorry to say that, but I saw eyes shaking from the bottom of my body earlier.

"Ooh...... Hey, don't worry about it...... huh?

I could only give it back. That's pathetic, me.

But when I looked beside him, I finally concluded that there was a white night that looked more frightened than me and Kyoka, who was shivering even though it was a book for some reason, so, well, in relative terms, I would have done well.

And so I remembered the first prince of all fame, who had not been treated decently since his first appearance.

"I mean, Beast King, maybe you killed Mr. Wyram?

"Hmm, it would mean that a vessel that dies in that degree of attack would have been here to die. If you're still alive, if you attack to that extent, you can't die if you're seriously injured, can you?

...... That's a lame theory, dude.

I'm glad I thought of that, but I was more frightened of myself for not being able to argue with it.

─ ─ Can I call myself a human being, whether I'm being pimped by that attack or not? and.

And that's when I thought about it.

A pile of rubble, made by a fraction of the ragged inner wall, collapses away as if it were being pushed from the bottom.

A little under that rubble mountain, a man appears.

The armor I was wearing is completely crushed and the bones that would have broken in my body are bursting through the meat and popping out. The mouth and nose are overflowing with blood, and the left arm and right foot are bent in an uneven direction.

─ ─ ─ It may be easier to understand at first glance the full-bodied creation, the dying weight, rather zombies and such.

However, the zombie (Viram) was in a strange condition.

"Ha, ha!...... hey what the... kuhah......, ok dad's, the attack is...... to that extent!? Gee ho ho...... Ko, this one doesn't work either!?

The feeling of 'pain' could not be seen in his face, and after many years of living and counseling to see the other person's complexion, what I saw in his face was not 'pain', but 'mockery' and 'anger'.

─ ─ It's crazy.

At the same time I'm so sure, I'm scared of my spine. [M]

What the hell happened to him? Why can you stand up after that attack? Why haven't you felt the pain? What are those black wings? What is that disgusting magic?

─ ─ And what is behind him?

At the same time as I got to that point, I was attacked by horrors and visions that I couldn't even understand.

No, it's not so much a sense of ready-to-see - it's a fear I've already seen, like I've experienced somewhere, close to such a trauma.

If you notice, your legs tremble and your hands are powerless.

I..., you know this magic?

If I knew, when and where did I see it...... No, I was attacked by this magic?

At least not here these days, or at least before I met Dawn Ho.

So I was safe in the wake of this disgusting magic attack?

No, I don't want to touch this magic even now. Then this magic will look like a lethal poison to me. Take it. It can't be intact.

If so, I must have died then. [M]

- Then why am I still alive?

That's all I could think about, it was then.

Zukin, and severe pain runs on his right arm and left eye (...), suddenly his breath becomes painful.

I've never felt anything... and then I squat on my knees in a strangely nostalgic, intense pain. Soon the transformation had been lifted, disappearing without shadow identity or trace.

"Gah..... or ha....., hey, what is it.... this..."

"Gi, Gin!? Hey, what's wrong all of a sudden!?

"No way, there's something on that zombie......"

I look around with my safe right eye, but apparently I'm the only one with this symptom, and I hear Kyoka in a hurry, and the day and night and the astonished face of the Beast King, plus Wyram, your pokan face, enters my sight.

Damn..., what's going on here......

Having learned such a question, I remember in my chest the feeling as if one lung had been crushed, and when I put as much air into my body as I wanted with the remaining lungs, my brain clears up just a little.

I checked my right arm with my left hand and it grew out of my shoulder as usual and apparently moves inexorably.

I thought you were under some kind of attack, but if so, at least you're not the one on this stage, and I checked with a spatial grasp, and I, Kyoka, White Night, Rex, Wyram, I don't see anyone on this stage other than you, and pretty much everyone in the passenger seat has been evacuated. It would be impossible for even that cunning god to completely deceive Rex's eyes into attacking me in the first place.

The spatial grasp also confirmed the lungs in the left eye, and found that they were acting as normal as in the right arm. I can deduce from the fact that the pain healed a little at the same time that I confirmed that this comes from a mental cause rather than a physical one.

─ ─ ─ Flashback of pain.

Second, the word came to my head and I realized that the phenomenon was unlimited in similarity to what was happening to me now.

And the pieces to the right answer suddenly gather in me.

This morning's nightmare.

That boy's injuries and my current situation.

I miss you somewhere, this intense pain.

"Shadow Magic" shared by me and my girlfriend (...)

It was painted on Reaper's coat.

Strange family crest that showed up in a dream

The family name "Jongkura"

Lost and EX Rank Adventurer, Kanekra of the present God (...)

Disgusting black magic.

Extraordinary visibility.

─ ─ ─ And,

How could I have used shadow magic from the beginning?

The piece named Question led me to the right answer.

At that time, when my body wasn't ready to become a vampire, Zakuri and Kyoka taught me how to explore magic and use it beforehand.

'Huh? Is it a magical use? Um, you know, it feels like you're spinning along your veins from a place like a magic cistern in the middle of your stomach to all over your body... right? And then there's the image. Well, I don't know because I've never used magic before.'

What are the words of Kyoka in the early days.

Well, it's not genius skin. You can't possibly understand me with such a zackly explanation. "Ha, I'll just try," I said to Texto. As a result......,

─ ─ ─ I can do it.

That is.

What's "done"? I feel like I can't help it. I could do it.

I still don't know anything about that time. I said, "Heh! I knew you had a magical talent for just tripping to different worlds!" or something like that, "but from now on, it's nothing but black history.

I want to forget it truthfully.

And, well, let's get down to business with that little old story.

─ ─ But before we do, let's make one last check.

When I slowly wake up my much healed body, I gently dust it with bread. [M]

Kyoka and the others said something, but let's get this question answered first.

"Hey Kyoka, that wasn't my last name when I got here, was it?

To his last name, the Beast King reacts with Pickle.

White night when I lean my neck with a fitting in my head.

─ ─ And I hear Kyoka sigh,

"Ha......, Gin's current last name is" Crashbell, "but surely the last name before that (...) isn't" Kanekra, "is it?...... did you recall how that might look?

So, the last piece matched.

I still can't remember my last name, and I don't remember my childhood before (...).

I still can't remember the face of the mother or father who gave birth to me, and the only thing that comes to my mind is the face of my father and mother who died in a car accident.

─ ─ Still, I only remembered that hell.

Bright red burning townships and a crumbling away home.

My parents are crushed and blood seeps into the cobblestone.

I don't hear any screams from around here. I'm the only survivor.

Carved planks of 'bell barn' and letters rolling at your feet and family crest.

─ ─ And that chaos floating in the sky.

Even if I can't remember anything, I could only remember that hell.

Now, that's enough.

"I'm sorry, did I worry you?

I say that and laugh at everyone, but their eyes at me seemed a little different.

"... have you changed the vibe?

"Hmm, you're getting cool!

"......... this is getting more and more like him (...)"

The atmosphere has changed, they said.

But maybe that's just a little wrong.

I am me, and no matter what happens, its essence remains the same.

─ ─ Humans, if such an easy thing changes the essence, that's when the world will be filled with people with heavy problems.

So, I haven't changed, and if it seems like I have...

─ ─ Just for a moment, I guess you just said I had the courage.

If you are aware, your body has stopped hurting, and your body, shaking in terror until earlier, is firmly on the ground.

I guess what I get from remembering that hell is a kind of understanding or giving up that there is no more hell than that.

But... No, that's why.

"I've already been through hell."

─ ─ There is no more element of excessive fear or despair anywhere.

There was no longer any discomfort in my mind that had lasted since morning, but rather even a lighter mood than before.

The wind that was blowing until earlier lurked, and some light poured down from the darkening, cloudy sky to the ground.

─ ─ ─ That seems to represent my mind right now, a little embarrassed and out of sight.

Well, they say that if your mind is lighter, your body will be lighter, too, but fulfill it. Is that true? And I thought about that.

Before you stray from your gaze, you will see Wyram staring at you with his eyes burned with anger.

"Hey, Beast King, you better keep him alive, don't you, Wyram?

"Uhm...... but it's my trail. Besides, I'm hesitant to kill my own son. I have to correct my personality from scratch."

I guess the Beast King noticed exactly what I meant by my question.

There was no longer a cold light in his eyes, and he could see such a strange warmth, like he was just looking at something he missed.

"I might have killed him myself, so I had no choice."

sighed. That's what he said,

"Executor. One thing, I want to make a request."

Yes, he laughed at me.