The Road to One Day Be the Strongest

- At that time.

Everyone on the spot noticed the immense magic.

I can't easily see you in the fog.

However, Uranos unexpectedly laughs at the immense magic that can still be felt even with so much distance apart.

"... apparently, the takeover (...) is over"

That's what I said. He turns straight to the front.

There was the figure of the God-fearing people who were wounded, lost their lives and wiped out, and the figure of one man who was standing behind them.

The man is solidified with his gaze in that direction, and Uranos affixes a cold smile to his appearance.

"Well, I'm ready for this one. What are you gonna do, Gil?

……

The man - Gil sighs small at Uranos' words, throwing his gaze toward Uranos.

"... I thought you were thorough buying time, and this is why from the beginning? Uranos the Divine King"

"Correct. His vessel was big enough to pull a dong. First of all, I was sure that if I opened the door, it would go beyond the (...) gins and chronos of the day."

I see. Gil, who nodded so small, throws his gaze in that direction again.

And a word...

"If so, will I leave?"

- In a moment, a battle ran through like a thin blade was hit by a neck muscle, and Uranos ran out after a moment of stiffness.

"Did you think I'd let you!

What I took out in that hand was a wave of divine sword he secretly created. The blade swung straight to Gill's neck - dull, slashing and tearing the sky apart.

"Nah."

"Did you think I meant it when you did?

A voice rang from somewhere, Uranos looking around, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Unexpectedly gripping his fist at the creeps of sweat flowing all over his body, he turns his gaze in that magical direction.

Then, Gil's red back disappears into the fog.

"Not good...! No, no, no, no! Kuse! Get out of there now!

The story I sent to you.

Because of this, he was jammed by "Something" and did not reach his place.

Second, I felt something uncomfortable.

It's like the world itself has been inserted (su) replaced by something else, a small discomfort that has been felt in the intuitive part, not reason.

He glanced around the perimeter - but Belphegor moved ahead of him.

"Levi! It's not good for us to die here! The boss is here, too, and he's gonna run away!

"Yeah, I agree......"

When I turned my gaze to the two voicing so, there - there were still many weapons floating around, whether they were still in stock or not.

"I'm sorry, Ryuma Kuse! I'm still a winless fighter! So goodbye and may I never see you again!

While Belphegor says so, he flees, and Leviathan and two of his servants disappear from the spot whoops. Probably hid himself by deepening the fog of poison.

- But.

"Did you think I'd let you get away with it?

Apply a blade-like cold smile to one cheek to draw a tremendous amount of magic from the bottom of your body.

"Let's go, Blue Dragon"

'Hmm, that's something you've suddenly become dependable on, huh? Well, it seems like you can use my powers now. "

Blue Dragon shrugged like that - the next moment.

The blue magic that was drifting reshapes and deforms like a sharp spear.

The power of the Blue Dragon - it's the embodiment of magic.

The most powerful attacker who gives form and aggression to the magic itself and destroys it all in no time to let it defend itself.

That is the Blue Dragon, whose power can be applied to the defense as well.

"Throughout it all -" The Pale Demon Spear (GUNGNIEL) ""

All the magic that was drifting around me is released at once, and numerous spears are sprayed simultaneously.

They branch further in the air and turn into a number of small spears, piercing through those weapons in an instant.

"Whoa!? My collection of years!!"

Belphegor, who turned small, raised his voice in dismay, and at the same time ran towards him.

That speed is unparalleled and is going to be unwittingly out of balance.

But I can catch up on this.

Though I'm not used to this power yet, nor can I handle it.... Still, I can win this.

Yeah, I ran out.

――――

From somewhere - I heard a nose song.

"Ko, is this...!?"

Pull over and look around.

That was a strangely memorable nose song.

I can't forget it anymore, I know it well, it was a nose song.

"Don't you think the world is irrational? Don't you think this world, where hard work doesn't pay off, where hard work can't do anything, and everything is scattered in vain in one failure, is ugly?

Somewhere, I can hear voices that don't sound familiar.

Blood was frozen and creepy, so I took a step backwards.

"- Welcome to the reacher. Quickly, but die."

- I notice a sickle on my neck.

"- Huh!? Kyouo!

"I'll take it!!"

My figure immediately shifted, and at the same time, the black sickle slashed and tore away where I was until earlier.

"Ha, ha..."

Unexpectedly, my breath gets rough at the enormous killings that were showered in the moment. My breath is stuck in fear and my legs are about to snap as if I were driven to the abyss of despair.

"... Hmm. Have you been too cautious with the arrival target? I don't know, ma (...) ma (...) ma (...) a tune (...) verse (...) is (...) no (...) ten (...) minutes (...) et al (...) and i (...)"

So pale groaned one man.

The man dressed in a red jacket and covered in a canopy.

Shaking her short, mowed gray hair into the wind - her eyes behind that mask turned to me softly.

Intense 'loser' signs that even I now feel in the look of what I heard beforehand.

Definitely, this man is the 'Gil'.

Yes, it must be Gil.

- Yet.

"- Well, the mask...!

When I saw the mask, I opened my eyes.

I know, I know the mask very well, the nose song.

An empty hole in both eyes, a lot of senses strange for a child to wear, a single mask.

You can't even look at it wrong. The mask is......

"Hey boy. (...) and (...) and (...) and (...) and (...)"

Unexpectedly hold my fist.

- One possibility that comes to mind.

It can't possibly be...... though.

Why did Mr. Uranos go to see this man?

Why didn't you know he existed?

How does he know about that past?

Worst answer I don't even want to think about.

Still, all cells point to that answer.

Who is he?

"... well, that's a lot of room for thought in front of me, Dragon Horse Kuse"

I wake up to a fuzzy word.

If you look, the man with the sickle in one hand is looking straight at me, and the wind is shaking his coat.

"Who I am. I don't care about such a thing. I don't care about this world. I can't help but mourn this world, where efforts are not rewarded, dreams are not fulfilled, and only brutal realities travel in our faces. No, outrage, is it right to say? That's why I break it. Nothing less, nothing more. Not to mention who I am... there's no need to intervene."

The man who told me to mourn so turned his sickle cut to me.

"I'm not mourning grief. Nowhere is it worth grieving about in this world. That's why I'm moaning angrily. I can't help complaining about this ugly, shallow, shallow world."

Second, I remember Leviathan's words.

"I can't tell you that the boss is not as gentle as chaos right now, but he's still wrong about what he's doing. So I'll cooperate. '

Yeah, it's definitely wrong. I can't say.

If we find out who this man is, we can't deny him to us.

Because this man is the most wrong and right.

Wrong but right. This man with the worst contradiction - Gil in front of him, bites his fear to death and stands up.

"... really, though I don't know if it is. But the world isn't that bad. People are happily singing their days and their children are laughing. Such a world..."

"Bullshit. You don't know anything. Save the world? You want to protect a world where that man can be our face? Don't make me laugh, something like that is not my own will. It's just a brainwash he entrusted me with. Let those dogs eat."

The man who shrugged like that flaunts his shoulder and goes on to say that he will know with you.

"You must know best yourself. This world is cruel. The mighty conquer the weak, and even see and pretend not to see the presence that ought to be flattered. You should know. With yourself, you must remember. Most importantly, you've tasted it yourself."

Oh, you can't possibly forget.

I've never forgotten anything.

Bullied, I was done with a word of 'you're kidding' from around me, and the teachers kept pretending not to see it - that hell.

It can't be forgotten either.

But...

"... that's your arrogance, isn't it, my dear?

In pale retrospect, Gill, leaning her neck small and lowering her sickle, laughs out as the weir came off slightly.

"Huha, huhahahahaha! Hahahahahahahahaha! Right, me, arrogance! I see you've stopped the weak."

So he laughed. When he suppressed the mask, he let the joy seep into his voice. Oh yeah, keep saying that.

"Exactly. Sorry, humanity. Sorry about the world. Sorry, gods. I destroy the world with my own endeavor. Destroy, destroy, and build up the Garden of Eden. No more suffering, no more irrationality anywhere. Create the ideal home, the peach home, the everlasting world, the paradise, with this hand."

- It's crazy.

Yeah, I got it. He's already crazy.

He was thrust into despair, distressed, mourned, exasperated, crying, and mourned at its end.

And - I'm out of my mind.

"Hey, who the hell can save the world? On the contrary, Kuse Ryuma, you will inherit the will of that man and defeat me. Yes, you won't be able to exchange anything! Even man and God are the protagonists, the world will never be saved! What is God, what is man? Kick everything, then live gracefully and die. He dies fulfilling his tenure. So what happens to the ones who get unhappy on that journey? What happens to the children who die on the shoulders of the streets when no one sees them? - What the hell happens to the rest of us?

"That, is..."

I can't do anything.

There can't be any less grief from the world...

Such a world - maybe a man or a god - cannot be made as long as there is a will there.

As you read inside of me, he slaps his clenched fist in his chest, trying to be a Kerakera.

"I don't believe in anything anymore. I don't think it's a tsunami to protect everything anymore. Something you can save, something you can't save. Something you can pick up with this tiny hand. Something you can't pick up with these little hands. take the brutal fact that there are two of them"

That's a sad cry.

Of a pathetic man who thought about it, kept suffering in despair, and went crazy at its end - its end.

"I can't save the world. There's no way I can save the world. Save the world, such things are bullshit of those who want to do their honors. It is the ideal theory of scraps that do all the honors and let the street shoulder child die in its shadow. Hopeful observation. That's why I won't tsunami. View reality. And took the best of them."

- That's it, that's it.

I accidentally bite my back teeth into the appearance of a man who squeals like that.

Oh, I knew I couldn't deny it.

Everything this man is saying is my best.

That's why I was wrong.

"I can't save the world. That's why I choose. To save an important handful of [a] -"

- I'm sure this man is more right than anyone else.

"I'll slash everything else."