The Road to One Day Be the Strongest

It was in the meantime that I was born into this world.

It was this me, Gil, who died, whose soul disappeared somewhere, and whose remaining 'extra' was gathered in the vessel, overlapping and laying down.

'You are... who?

At the top of the opening, she was asked that by a woman of full creativity.

That was as much as I wanted to hear.

For the first time in my life, I heard who you are. He didn't want you. I wondered what happened to a man named Ginn. It was a line with that connotation.

That's where my mind got a little twisted.

"I see. I mean, you're the one who was overflowed by a person named [Gin], and if you say so, you're the same person whether you're here or not."

A man who looked a lot like himself laughed at me that way.

Who am I?

Gin-Crashbell, I know what it is. But I'm a Gin-Crashbell, but I'm not like Gin.

If you say so - leftovers (cus).

From the presence of Gin-Crashbell, the presence of Gin slashed away, unwanted and overwhelming excess gathered together to say that it is who I am.

That's what I was reminded of, and it broke my heart.

"Then where can I go?"

Yes, I asked myself.

I know the answer - I was in that warm place where Gin-Crashbell was supposed to be.

I have company, I have friends, I have lovers.

Laugh and cry, mourn angrily.

I was still having fun, one of the few paradises for me.

I walked out to go back to that place - and, uh, my leg stopped.

'... back? Do you have a place for me?

I thought about it.

I am leftovers. The extra ingredient the guy cut off.

If so, will those people embrace the 'fake' that is not the man they saw in those memories?

When I thought about it, I was overflowing with tears.

- Oh, if those people will, they will accept.

It was sad because I knew that.

I'm sure if I go, I'll be delighted.

And accepted, I'm sure you'll soon find out that it's 'someone else'.

Then those people, they grieve terribly.

Maybe I'll cry.

And while I cry, I'm sure those people will accept. Sad to see this look, but still, I'm sure, he embraces it cheerfully.

That... I didn't like it.

"If I go back, she cries."

What was past my brain was the figure of one girl who was leaning softly against me in a corner of her own memory.

Long dark hair, golden eyes like gems.

I didn't like her crying.

You can't go back.

I can't go back. I can't go back even if I'm mean.

If we protect them, we can't go back.

I made up my mind. I thought I'd slash that place and throw it away.

I'm not going back to that place.

I've had enough warmth and kindness.

So now it's your turn to give them back their happiness.

Yes, although I meant to.

"... how can I return this happiness?"

I could see my heart cracking.

It's good to throw that place away.

But what do we do next?

If you take a step, the darkness in the name of despair is spreading.

His knees tremble like he was stood on a cliff on a cliff, and a great fear cast a shadow on his heart.

'Protect, I have to...... We have to protect them.'

With the pitch-black darkness spreading, fuh, those words leaked.

I don't care what happens to me.

I don't care about anything else anymore.

If only those people hadn't been disturbed by anyone and were free to live. That must be a happy thing.

- Even if there was no one else in that world.

Face up.

After all, despair was spreading there.

But even such despair seems loving to me right now.

I 'm-- no, I'm...

Not Gin, as the other Gin-Crashbell, keeps fighting alone in despair.

Even if that life turned out to be resentful to 10,000 people.

Just one person, keep scratching your feet.

To its appearance, to its eyes.

Kuse couldn't take another step.

(Hey, what... This, sensation...... p)

Stunning eyes open, gripping the knife hard.

In front of me is the figure of Gil, who makes wounds all over his body but still brilliantly shines his eyes, with his gokuri and throat ringing in front of him.

Full of creativity. I know that.

But...... no, that's why.

That's why it's creepy.

(Why... my hands are shaking)

- What I fear is creepy and I can't help it.

"... big deal, it wasn't for a reason"

Huh, my voice sounds.

It was a sword of Kuse that swung down in a daze, but Gil slit his shoulder thinly as he slumped back softly.

"I just wanted to protect those people. So I thought. Think... now I realize the world is a crate of fucking demons"

Oh, why were you so late to notice?

So repentant and regrettable, Kuse bites his back teeth hard and stares at Gil.

Communicating that cheek is - a glimmer of cold sweat.

It's not magic, it's not intimidation, it's not killing.

However, it was visible to his eyes that the gain (...) body (...) of (...) was known (...) by (...) what (...) overflowed from Gil's body.

"Hey, what..."

"I live alone, in despair. Even if no one wants it. Even if those people who tried to save me were to blame. Whether it's 'evil' or 'evil'."

Yes, he looks up.

'Darkness' was spreading on its face as if it had eroded its body, and Kuse opened his eyes wide when he saw that face, whose left half had been stained with darkness.

"Well, that face..."

That's all I'm saying, I just notice.

- face (...) kake (...) j (...) na (...) y (...), and.

If you look, the black garment that had wrapped his body around him will be converted into a pitch-black garment, and his body, covered in darkness, will appear from under it.

"- 'Evil (...) Demon (...) Fallen (...) Chi (...)'. A man abandons its vessel in despair and is reborn into a new vessel called the devil. Forgiveness and the means of salvation."

A red magic line runs through his body.

- Magic circuit.

Ultra-technology of physical strengthening, once embedded in its body by Gin-Crashbell.

That line rising from the darkness that covered his body draws countless crests on his body.

Activation followed by activation.

To the simulated evolution caused by chain, his gray hair stretches to his hips, transforming his body into something bigger one turn at a time.

"... ugh."

to its appearance, to its intimidation.

Kuse accidentally jumps off the spot and puts his mind to the limit.

- That's bad.

At a glance.

Destiny eyes, physical abilities?

It doesn't have to do with that.

"... monster, isn't it"

That man today is strong on a level that goes beyond that.

Yes, I knew it was a yes or no.

Ahead of Kuse's shooting gaze.

Gil, who blew up steam from the edge of his mouth, breathes heavily, gripping his fist softly.

"People transform into despair, or? Well, I also agree that I can cause it consciously."

If a man mutates into a demon in despair.

I see no reason why Gil can't be (...) raw (...) kicked (...) and (...) y (...) in the (...) middle (...) of the former (...) Ri (...) Hope (...).

The man, who quits people and turns them into demons, hoists the edge of his mouth with Ni.

"-" Rooting ""

Kuse accidentally jumped up his shoulder to the intimidation that swelled away as he overflowed and exploded from his body as soon as possible.

"hey......"

I didn't know you weren't going to be a voice. This is true.

Even though he used his fateful eyes, he was finally winning a level of mighty enemies. Obviously 'the strongest in the world' and the man whose name was worthy.

Even the 'small size of the vessel', which was the only weakness, was overcome - at the end of the day, it came with rooting, etc.

"... I'm willing to win, I don't know about fine dust, you son of a bitch"

At the end of Kuse's gaze is the figure of Gil, who grows a black horn that pokes heaven out of his right temple, and he hoists his mouth wide.

- And the next moment, in front of Kuse's eyes, his fist was imminent.

"Gu...!?"

He shook his head and avoided the direct blow of his fist when he perceived that his fateful eyes could not make it.

But Kuse jumped out of such ridiculous power, with a red scar engraved on his cheek, and his neck was about to be blown away even if it had just been plundered.

- If you deal with them properly, you have no chance of winning.

That's what I thought. When he sent a lot of magic into his destiny eyes, he dramatically increased his motor vision.

- Destiny Eye.

A testament to a king who can twist his destiny and distort reality to the destiny he himself desired, if he says so, flip everything on his own.

undefeated,.

You rightly deserve that name, the devil's eye in the devil's eye.

But.

"If you can't guess, until you hit him"

The voice - I heard it from behind.

Kuse looked back at the scholastic residue and behind the words so abruptly that he peeled his eyes at the fist, which was imminent in front of him.

"Chi...... ugh!

Use fateful eyes to twist and bend destiny against fists.

Then he came off the manoeuvre, and immediately after that, the other fist was imminent in front of him, be it in that fist that wore the void.

If you can't guess, until you can.

To the word he leaks his tongue inside, cutting it off with a black-fired knife against him.

It sucked straight into his body - a kick, a hard feeling returned to his arm.

"Nah."

"How light."

A flash of that artifact/black knife behilgar did not pass through my skin.

A black fist pierces Kuse's belly, stunned by the fact.

"Huh...... Huh!?"

Blood bleeds out of his mouth and blows away so that he is struck diagonally down.

His body penetrates even the world tree and pierces the streets beneath his eyes.

When Gil nodded as he watched the sight, he dropped his gaze to his fist and groaned.

"Despair, huh? The darkness that drives me crazy if I become a normal person, the despair that neglects even the Superman, I will rule and ride to make it look like I'm done."

Therefore, he bears his name.

"Mode 'Despair (Desperado)'"

His demons are the source and the motif of rooting.

It was nothing else - despair, in itself.