The Road to One Day Be the Strongest

- Wake up.

My voice sounded.

There was a sudden awakening feeling of consciousness in my sleep, and I opened my heavily closed eyelids.

- Wake up, brave man.

Wake up.

It was the darkness that was spreading all around him when he woke up with his upper body with his hands on his head unexpectedly to his unawakened consciousness.

- Darkness.

Vampire's, black darkness that even I with moonlight eyes can't see.

- You woke up, brave man.

Second, I hear Osama's voice all the time from earlier.

Hey, until just now, I think I was playing a scene in such a touching scene. Oh, what, that's not even a dream, is it? This is the dream, isn't it?

- Brave man, now is the time.

"Oh, excuse me, I'm just thinking right now, can you shut up?"

- Is that it? Oh, yes. Ok......

The voice of Osama, who shuts up for the most part.

It was Osama, who unexpectedly didn't even know his dear face.

So let's think about it in full.

First of all, I should have stayed with you until just now.

After that, I was thinking about doing "Dragon King Crush Well Su," or making fun of Kyoka by saying, "Hey, hey, that was a line I made back then," and doing all sorts of things...

"Oh, seriously, what's going on? I haven't heard anything."

- Whoa, whoa! Ho ho ho! Whoa, whoa!

Huh, I heard a very deliberate cough.

Looking up at the void as if frightened by a tremendous self-assertion, Osama, who was neither visible nor visible, spoke with delight.

- Wake up, brave man! I'm going to ask the Lord to crusade the Demon King Serious, which exists in different worlds!

"... Demon King Serious?

What the fuck is that bullshit name?

Big time, Osama.

- Hmm, Demon King Serious is an evil decentralization that makes comedy-toned pieces so serial at the end of the day for some reason. Instead, it has the characteristics to manipulate the reader's emotions: 'Oh, so few typos this time', but it's a natural disaster with an edge that doesn't cut into the novel, that the comedy survives and the reader accidentally cries.

But Osama says that in a serious atmosphere.

Oh, what the hell is that?

I don't know what you're talking about.

"But it depends on the novel, but isn't it hard to be a work of comedy all the time? Any story must be tightened at the end. Otherwise, it won't be complete. Shit, it lasts until the reader gets tired of it -"

- This idiot mon is ahhhhhhhh!!

... I don't know why, I was pissed.

I stare into the void while reducing my fondness for Osama a little to the irrational manipulation I received, even though I only said so naturally.

- Sure, sure, at the end of the story, his presence is essential! But even if the story ends well, if the Demon King Serious is too powerful, that's all the readers need to know! Especially after the series-- dude, or whatever you think!

"... hey, is it also resentful towards the reader?

Well, Osama has a point.

Even if all of a sudden the comedy-toned pieces are serially distracted: 'What? What the fuck are you thinking, this author?' Sometimes.

Osama coughed up whether he regained his sanity to the questions thrown at him.

- For this reason, the Lord will now better call you 'The Brave Comedy'. You will now travel to the other world and crusade against the Demon King Serious, the root of great evil! So that readers can stand the seriousness ahead!

Moment after moment, a blue light burst.

"Become!?"

If you look, there was a blue magic formation unfolding around me.

Its magic formations have specifications that you'll never get out of the inside - and the troublesome thing is, it boasted a level of quality you've never seen before.

That's to the point where you can't break it in a few minutes.

"Shit!"

Gun! Punch your fist against a wall made of magic.

I can hear Osama laughing high from beyond with a single blue transparent wall pinched.

- Huhahahaha! Then it's a brave comedy! Farewell until you crusade Demon King Serious!!

"Ma, wait, you fucking jizz!!"

A genuine round scream sounds.

My vision overflowed with bright white light.

"- Ha!"

I woke up remembering the feeling of the wind stroking my cheeks.

It's the meadow that's spreading right in front of you.

When I lowered my gaze, my body dressed in travel outfits such as The Brave One, which is too familiar.

Leather armor worn in it on a red cloak that covers up to around the throat like a muffler.

The left arm was equipped with a shield, while the back was equipped with a wave of a long sword.

"That was serious..."

Now I'm pretty sure what that Osama was saying was serious.

As the wrinkles accidentally rubbed the frown roots they stopped by, Hilary and a piece of paper came down.

"Hmm...? This is-"

I manage to catch it in the air.

I don't know why, my body is so heavy.

I mean, I don't even feel like I can activate my moonlight eyes.

Even though I have a terrible and unpleasant feeling, I lower my gaze to the paper in my hand.

What...?

[Hiccup! Loki, the god of cunning for all -]

- I read that far, tore it down.

No, I did a good job.

He hasn't come out lately, so I thought it was time to make fun of him, but I didn't expect him to bump in here.

I interrupted the job. What can I say without saying this is a job?

And, thinking about it, yet another piece of paper falls from above.

When you take it in your hand, as you did earlier, you lower your gaze again to the text written on that paper.

No, he said he'd already forgotten Loki and everyone else existed.

Even if I remember, it's just a name at best. He said he didn't remember the character, the color of his hair, or his height.

I mean, I don't remember much about that.

[* Next time I break it, I'll leave it in that world]

- No, purple haired short, cunning god Loki in a suit (black pant-type). Looks like junior high. I have this image of Lori's daughter, and I'm sure she's already got a lot of fans! I mean, I'm one of those fans, too?

While sending the finest praise, I follow the sentence ahead with my eyes in a cold sweat mixture.

[No, thank you. I never thought Gin-kun was a fan of mine...... and I think he's probably looking at this sentence with his tremendously light out, dead fish-like eyes hey]

You're right about this, Mr. Loki, the cunning god who's sending you a letter that seems like a conversation for some reason.

[For that reason, it's time to explain the world, right? The world sounds like the 'atheistic world' where we gods call it. Some irregular created by Euras' grandfather when he created all the worlds. One of them is the world.]

- Hmm, you have no idea.

When I tried to ask for a detailed explanation, I thought I would think so beforehand and wrote it, and there was also a detailed explanation about it.

[The characteristic of the atheistic world is that there is no god who decides to mediate that world. And that even if the gods go to mediate that world, they will disperse without even being able to do so. I can give you those two. When you say in the world you're in, 'The Disappearance of the Power of Being from Other World Lines' is the rule of the world. So I don't think the status is as good as ordinary people... but it's going to be down, and the items, the artifacts, the magic, I can't use anything. Only my arm managed to send the shadow arm as it was...]

To that explanation, a cold sweat flowed unexpectedly.

- An atheistic world.

A world without God.

The fact that the gods are not mediating in the world…, that is to say, enemies that are difficult for me to win even today, or a world in which the vagaries of the chaos class could wander.

"Oh, hey! If a world like that sends you with less status..."

[It's okay around there, the world there is an overall 'weaker' atheistic world than that one. Of course, as you imagined, there's a world that doesn't make sense at the bottom of the ecosystem pyramid, even if it's more chaotic than pure combat capability, but there's no such thing as magic, so if you don't connect the world, you're never going to reflux it.]

Ugh......

I thought of this without thinking of the known fact.

- You can win if you throw chaos into that world already, can't you?

[If I could, it'd be easier. If I connect at all, it's possible that a few of them with physical abilities haunts will be refluxing. Come on...]

Sigh leaks unexpectedly at the letter.

... Well, let's leave it alone when it comes to that 'up there' world, because I wouldn't be a good person to put my hands on right now if I made a mistake.

- The problem is, this world.

[Yes. This time, you are similar to us gods. But it seems to have been sent to that world by the hands of someone far higher than the gods. Besides, the time in the world you were in has completely stopped, and it looks like a few of your people have been sent to that world... and it's already a big panic for us!

"Ha!? Oh, they're here too!?"

[Yeah, a few, but hey]

I wanted to hear more about some of them. It was me, but I realized that I only had a few lines left in the letter.

[Because all we can do right now is explain and just a little bit of assistance... And then, you know what I mean?

The letter, which was the last to finish the word.

When I look back, it says just one word there [good luck. by Zeus] and inadvertently leaves a grin in my mouth.

"I mean, do something on your own."

When I said it and tore the letter down, I put my hand on the pattern of the long sword I bore.

Raise your gaze.

There was a whole array of goblins threatening this way, and I could understand that only the existence of demons was common to both worlds.

Well, it does drastically reduce status to total invalidity of abilities. If the weapon doesn't come with a dagger, it won't turn out pretty pinchy.

"... well, you're still holding back the final showdown. For a warm-up position, I guess it helps the atheistic world."

Say it, I'll pull the sword out of your back!

And - Huh!

"............... that?

I saw a broken sword in the middle and a dumb voice leaked out of my mouth.