The Road to One Day Be the Strongest

Earlier, during the day and night, I said, 'I am measuring the power wrong'.

I actually saw the angry Beast King. I agreed that was true. It was me, but maybe even I was wrong.

─ ─ ─ "I made a mistake." I thought it might be a phrase that I liked around boys' middle school, but I like the phrase out of the blue. Maybe I can talk to you around Fai Night.

gossip.

If you ask me what I want to say, it's nothing more than what direction I was wrong.

Let me give you an example and talk about it.

For example...... right, me and Fai Night fought one night...... or yesterday morning? I don't know, but I want you to remember that fight.

Simply put, Hui Night used "The Gate of the Underworld (Hellsgate)" to hunt me down, and I eventually used "The Devil's Brake" to sweep them away, so obvious.

─ ─ But for a moment, I want you to wait here.

First of all, me and Fai Night, which one of you is winning the stat? Most people would choose me if they asked.

Is "The Gate of the Underworld" Cheat? If asked, most people would definitely raise their hands.

Then what's with "The Devil's Brake" and "Energy Drain," isn't it time to reveal who you are? I think - even so, most people will give you both legs instead of hands. No, why don't you give it to me?

But even if I missed the demon brake, considering all my other abilities, is that inferior to the Gate of the Underworld? If asked, what would everyone say?

─ ─ ─ The answer must be no.

At that time, "Justice Enforcement" could not be used, but there were still stocks that said "Fire Cross (Crossfire)", the Great Sickle of Adamas and even artifact, to Grapenil for unique skills such as "Divine Shadow," "Space Domination," "Demon Eye," "Wind God Thunder God," and "Energy Drain".

If you think about it now, you can win as much as you want.

But at that time, I couldn't think of the technique, and I couldn't even think of doing it.

Why is that?

Now that I think about it, Kyoka, Bai Night, and other aspects may have noticed it. That's why they told me they were 'measuring the power wrong', and Rex, who didn't know me well, didn't deny it either.

Until now, I never knew what that meant, why.

When I did it now, I thought I knew why.

"So, Mr. Wyram, I'm going to ask you to be my experimental bench."

Let me tell you something first, Master Woe. And I was so sorry about the wussa with my right hand, and then Wyram smiled so pure and lovely that he put a blue muscle on his forehead. Why?

"Ok, Temehe is going to kill me after all!!

─ ─ Because I provoked you, hey, yes, I know.

Wyram, you kicked the ground with that blackening, magical, first-aid, fixed right leg while I was uddering, and it strikes this way at an incredible velocity-- if I tell you a word, your eyes are running bloody and disgusting.

I wanted to ask why magic can do anything about body first aid, and I wanted to hear how the magic I saw on the sidelines was moving willingly, and even after you, Viram, who was holding back, but that's not too late after silencing this arrogant prince first.

----Even if the worst of it comes out, there's a relying Rex here. And since you're holding me back until the daytime, you won't be able to make contact with us easily. [M]

That's all I've been thinking about, Wyram, and I've noticed that you're approaching that point right away.

Reminds me of the request from Rex.

Even so, the content of his request was only one word.

"Begin execution now"

─ ─ ─ Capturing this son alive.

Come on, it's a corner, so let's feel good and light and bust it!

Wyram, your momentum's right straight through my head.

He was licking more about me than I expected, and he was opening his eyes to the limit that I slowly struck that blow without any enhancement... - This guy is rude, too.

Stiffness for a moment, he comes back to mind and unleashes a compact series of strikes, not a big swing.

It's not boxer style like Axe, it's a free fistfight technique that doesn't have a shape like Elgrid one way or the other.

If the right straight comes, now the upper......, and even the foot moves such as spinning kicks and knee kicks that make it look like they are in between.

On top of that, those attacks are ridden with disgusting magic.

Lex probably realizes who I am too - - No, look in the past, you know. I don't suppose he was doing Elsa's company to Dada.

That's why the Beast King was going to sink in one blow before you noticed Wyram and received this magical defense.

─ ─ Above all, I didn't try to touch the array.

But it was only because he knew the ability that Rex had to pull his fist by interrupting that blow he was trying to tail, and as a result, Viram, that your injury stayed in a state of 'still able to move'.

A magic that would undoubtedly make even that beast king in the supreme god class dangerous to touch, even to approach. And when I dreamed about my childhood, my whole body part disappeared, that figure.

Perhaps that magic possesses the ability to take away the concept of the existence of the subject just by touching it....... That's no trouble to think about, dude.

Well, to put it simply, "Don't touch it, it's dangerous, the body will disappear, the person who took the vaccine for that drug that is applied all over the body and attacked", you can think of it....... Still hard to understand?

With that in mind, I will parallelism your attack. [M]

Wyram, of course, is not allowed to touch the black magic that emanates from your body, and you can use your feet to judge the feint and even your gaze and expression to completely deceive and guide and deceive the target.

─ ─ ─ Of course I won't forget to provoke you by showing off your doya face that you just "did it" every time you cheated.

"Konn's shit is aahhhhhh!! Die, die, die!! You fooled around with me earlier!! I'll kill you absolutely!!

Every time it is provoked, the blood rises to the head, and gradually the movement becomes simpler, and the attack becomes a big wave of sight.

─ ─ ─ If I had come this far already, it would have been easy for me to read ahead without having to induce myself to watch Elgrid's voluntary training and burn the movement to my eyes for the past month.

The talent of a con artist, tattooed by a cunning god.

A talent for making fun of people and pissing them off, with the creative god ink.

The overwhelming talent of my body surgery, with the teachings of science.

My concentration, with Almighty God ink.

Using all my skills, I can steer him to a bottomless marsh of poison and immerse him in that marsh until his ankle.

I slowly escape the swamp with my wings when I realise the other guy was trapped and even laughed when I realized he was trapped.

- And at the end of the day, say something like this.

"Hmm? Who are you?".

Well, here's what it looks like as an image.

─ ─ ─ It also does not give some counterattack clearance and smashes it completely, perfectly, into wood dust. Whether that is flesh or spirit, vessel or soul has nothing to do with it.

It's the (...) original way of fighting across me, and it works in arguments, in medicine, in games, let alone in killings.

Have I ever done that before? If asked, he would definitely shake his neck vertically.

─ ─ But if you ask me if I've done everything I can, I'm sure I'll shake my neck next to you now.

♪ They're stronger than me ♪

Since when did you start thinking that?

"I'm a genius. I'm a genius. You deserve to lose."

Since when did you give up so much?

Since when did I lose confidence in myself?

Second, I thought about that.

I guess I was unconsciously thinking about that. That's why I thought it was normal not to win, and I had given up half of it.

I'm sure that would be the effect of a series of fights against the improvement of character within a dungeon that could be described as my beginning, and Reaper told me in anticipation of it, 'Winning is justice'.

─ ─ But until I met Loki, the cunning god, the corner of the Supreme God, I wasn't even supposed to be a Reaper.

'That's someone else's word,' Loki said, kicking over Reaper's words and making me think of something called my own justice.

In addition, Elsa and the Beast King, beginning with Bahamut, who deserved to be dubbed the authentic monster he visited afterwards - even met the EX-rank adventurers and even the overwhelmingly talented Apocalypse - something in me broke down.

I guess since then, the victory is no longer absolute in me.

How much hard work has been done in the world, where miracles have been performed, and yet unreachable monsters live in plain sight.

In character, losing is naturally how to override it.

They are geniuses. I am clearly inferior.

There's no way you can win in the first place. This is a game you can lose (...).

I began to think so unconsciously. [M]

─ ─ I'm sure that's where I made my mistake.

So I took the wrong path and stepped off.

And they didn't step off that path, they pulled my hand and pulled me back into that path again.

Simply put, that's all.

Though I am so simple and stupid that I can't wait to be happy with all that and be satisfied with just that.

─ ─ I'm sure I won't forget this failure, and I'm sure I won't forget how grateful I am to them.

For a moment, I guess that was between blinking once.

I didn't miss the fact that the magic that covered your right belly was only neglected for a moment.

"Huh!"

Moments later, I trace Rex's movements to my own body, striking the right hook in the same orbit, with different dimensions, and bending over into your crippling letter, Wyram.

In the next moment, the magic of the matter approached my fist, so I fisted back, but the damage I did in this attack will still be immeasurable.

Whatever it is, we just targeted the exact same spot where the Beast King was attacked.

At the same time you pull your fist, Wyram, you are blown away with a voiceless scream.

I couldn't have blown it to the wall like Rex on a boulder, but that would still be enough.

─ ─ ─ I have not used any boost (...), because it is my power of vegetables.

Kyoka must be in the same condition on a white night with her eyes open.

Furthermore, we have reached the entrance and exit for athletes in an attempt to escape, but Kuse is looking back at this one and solidifying it.

Also, the king of the beast, benevolent with Niyaniya and a pleasant grin.

And hold down the flank and squat (...) Mr. Wyram.

Something new came up in me, feeling their gaze from them.

That must be something so righteous, plain, disgusting and tough that you seem to have heartburn of sorts like "confidence" and "courage," and that's something that no one has less of.

That's why I don't touch and think about it.

Without having to do that, Sole makes a big difference to me, for better or worse, so that I can change my whole life.

How did Sole affect me now?

That would be obvious in terms of this one.

The assumption that the opponent is in character and won't win means that

─ ─ At the same time, it is nothing more than unconsciously limiting (...) to your own power.

"'Sickness is out of your mind,' but maybe you can be pretty strong just because you're concerned?

Yes, I'm trying to stand up, Wyram, and I'm turning my gaze to you...

"Sounds like there's a limit (...) to that pain medication, too, huh? Hey, Mr. Wyram?

Yes, I said it with a full smile.

─ ─ Unfortunately, there were no more emotions in his eyes staring at me like 'mocking'.