The Road to One Day Be the Strongest

I don't know how much I resented my weakness.

In the empire, I had a heartfelt aversion to myself, who could only watch Ginn lose his arm.

In Iwakuni, I was so pissed off that I couldn't help my hurting friend.

In the Land of Sum, I couldn't help but cry at myself for not being able to rush.

In a foggy town, to myself that was just left to flirt with......

I couldn't help it, I had a grudge.

Why, am I so weak?

Are you so weak that you can't even protect the loved ones in front of you?

'- Ready, isn't it because there isn't?

Second, I heard voices.

A month ago, right after I was transferred my fateful eye.

Only one person, looking up at the ash-stained night sky, heard such a voice from behind.

"... ready?

'Yes. I don't care what happens to me. The temper is that I will take whatever means are available for the purpose. Well, it's what the world calls "ready."

When asked so without looking back, the voice seeps in joy and returns so.

"Do you have it? A strong ego who tries to squeeze the opinions of others and enforce his own will even as he tramples on them '

'... I feel terrible about the way you say it'

"Say what. No matter how much you wrap it in oblate, the result theory would be the same thing you're doing, right? Instead, I think it's a terribly arrogant, terribly stupid act to run away from the fact that [I'm trampling other wishes] side by side with each other from me and others'

To that word, I recall countless stories I have seen in Japan.

No cartoons, no cartoons, no lanobes.

Destroy the world, conquer the world, save the world, protect the world, etc….

How dare there be such a 'setting', for no definite reason to be determined, and the protagonist stands up as righteous in the decision to just 'not destroy the world'. And in the end, what did they want to do, what did they think and say, "Conquer the World," etc., etc. I don't know anything about that. I close with a happy ending.

Nothing. When I was in Japan, I didn't think anything of it.

But relative to that man, I began to change my mind.

'... neither righteousness nor evil. Just reverse where the point of view is'

I hear a sneaky laugh from behind in the potpourring and leaking words.

"The Great Demon King in the Game, or with the Demon God? I wonder what those guys thought about destroying the world. '

"Come on. Destroy too many mankind, do you think? That kind of setting often fits into the ear, but a lot of other [thoughts] won't be spoken about. '

Thoughts.

To that word, I remember what that man looked like.

As the man's precious' One 'is about his companions in memory.

And if you're just trying to change the world for those people.

... Well, if you bring up the general theory, you're wrong.

However, if you put yourself in that man's shoes, I'm sure that will turn into 'justice'.

'I scratched my feet. Scratch, scratch. He threw up blood reflexes, whipping his screaming mind and body, and kept running to the future only one wanted. Then, at the end of the day, we reached the end of the road, which did not descend. If there was a man who kept looking at that life from that [inside] that, in the end, couldn't be anyone, didn't do anything, just had to scatter. Suppose the man tells you to [now you live]. Suppose you didn't even want it, but you were ordered.'

Oh, what torture is that?

The man should have known.

Even if it's the memory that's missing, you should have known it deep down.

of a man who could not be any of them, a process of effort that seeped blood as well.

He did his best - but to a happy ending, he couldn't get there.

What about yourself, then?

It's a fake, a fake crop.

inferior, there is a sense that

Nonetheless, what was in the man was such a tiny, never conceivable thought that he wanted to protect his people and use any hand to protect his loved ones.

- Therefore, I decided to slash and throw away many.

'You must have known. I'm sure the world isn't [fun]. He said he can't be happy where he just threw them into a world where no one else is. Still, even if you know it. If they, the loved ones, could live. I couldn't help but think how wonderful it would be if you just kept living free'

I'm sure he admired the fact that even he had a happy ending.

Still, he knew [failure].

I knew it was just one, hopelessly painted failure.

That's why I gave up saving a lot.

"If you move to save many, you will fail again. Then try to protect only your loved ones, only those whom you loved from the bottom of your heart. Yes, he thought and made up his mind. No matter how much you hate me, no matter how much mockery you can turn at me, no matter how much you can't save yourself. Just make that world. Let no one disturb you, that your companions may live freely - [Garden of Eden]. '

To the words, I bit my back teeth hard.

'It would be the conclusion, therefore, that there is no value in surviving, such as a world where everyone cannot be happy. Well, I think it's somewhat forceful, but you think it's [big name] or [reason for the table] around there? I was wondering if that's okay with you if that's what you think.'

I look back at the man who laughed so much.

'... so why did you show up before me? From that face, maybe Mephistopheles, is that the devil? You. "

"Your name and answer. I'll see you first. Second Generation Protagonist Hall"

I leak my sigh as if I were frightened, staring with cold eyes at the man, who so gracefully gives thanks.

"I didn't think you were here to fight..."

'Kuhaha. Don't be silly. I [may seem kind of unidentified and strong] positioned, but the fruit, if only the strength, is equal to Astalot. We can't beat the arrivals.'

Astalot, huh?

I got another name for a guy I don't know... but I'll leave that out for now.

The question now is why this man has intervened with me at this stage.

When he stared strongly into his eyes, forbidden to lie, he shrugged his shoulders and showed him, taking a single 'bill' out of his nostalgia all the time.

"- If you're prepared to stop him at the end of your self-sacrifice,"

It's just that Mephisto says so and pushes that bill on me.

The plaque depicts a crest that I have never seen before, and I ask Mephisto unexpectedly for a creepy crest that even feels its' madness'.

"What the hell is this?"

- What the fuck? and.

It was the meadow of the night when no one else jumped into my eyes trying to keep doing that.

He appeared unknowingly, and when he realized he was gone, like a man of dreams - Mephistopheles.

The bill the man gave me somehow brought me a sense of purpose that I had to wear.

We need to get this over with.

It was just that emotion that occupied him.

How long has it been since the ash world went back to normal?

What if, in case that man was back, how long would it take him on his feet to get here?

Do you have moonlight eyes? If I had it, at the transfer gate......

"Damn...... did they take too much time..."

Gil jumped onto the stump of the world tree as he threw that away at a man named Kuse Ryuma who showed more resistance than he thought.

Fire of salvation.

The trump of the world tree, the final trump card that knocks a blow enough to reach the nucleus of the star to reach its center, awakens by seal and summons the embodied star.

The seal has already been unsealed.

Only then will it strike that blow.

So... that's why...

"... why bother you so much"

Gil's leg stops when he throws up like that in a frustrating mix.

Looking back, there was Kuse looking like a full-blown creation, and when he saw his scratchy body, Gil let his teeth snap wide open.

"You knew I couldn't beat you?

"I can't win...... hey"

With his face distressed by pain, Kuse still laughed and showed it.

How many times have I thought about it?

- Oh, I thought this was my destiny.

But I'm done giving up there.

So we have to take a step, it doesn't make sense.

"... hey, Gil. Surely this world is ugly. There may be no way for anyone to help. Maybe you have to sacrifice someone to make it happen."

But.

He continued, breathing heavily.

"- Believe it or not, nothing's gonna start."

To that word, Gil's eyebrow butt hangs.

"I believe in myself, I believe in the world. Because there's a way to save everything, believe me, push forward. Otherwise you won't get what you wanted, and you can't do what you want."

Having said that, Kuse smiled powerlessly.

"Maybe your means are right. The means I'm taking are all lined up with idealism. Maybe it's a stupid fool. I can't deny it, I can't do it. Because God doesn't know what's right."

What is right.

I'm sure you don't know how much you think about that.

Different perspectives change the answer.

Even if I thought I was right, I see a different view again when I'm in the other person's shoes.

"-But in the end, it's not the last thing I decide, it's me."

It wasn't shown to anyone.

Whoever's back you referenced, whoever you grew up looking at.

He said he was the last one to choose his own 'path'.

Now I know from the bottom of my heart.

"I don't know if I was right, or if I have to finish everything. So now I just have to push the path I believed in, painted on the mud and laughed at by others. But I just have to push on my samurai."

- So I'm not lost anymore.

Kuse, who laughed so, looks straight back at Gil.

Put your clenched fist against your chest, put your chest up, and express that determination.

"I 'm-- I'm going through my justice."

To that word, to that appearance.

Gil changed his perception of this man by coming here and starting.

"... I see you're my biggest obstacle"

Hence.

A vast amount of magic swells up from his body that went on like that.

- I mean it.

Reading his readiness from those silver eyes, Kuse exhaled loudly, taking a single 'bill' out of his nostrils.

"- at the end of self-sacrifice, or"

Two, Mephisto's words are past my head.

Kuse already knew what this' bill 'was.

I knew it - I was ready to use it.

"Self-sacrifice, if it's the 'world' that doesn't work without it, if it's fate. I just keep fighting. To the world, to destiny - desperate to keep fighting"

Moments, immense magic floods out of that bill.

To its overwhelming magic, to its creepy aura of madness, Gil opened his eyes wide.

"Oh, that's..., Mephisto's... ugh!

"Your Answer...!

Even so, Kuse pushes the bill against his chest as he breaks and throws away the clothes that had covered his upper body.

- And the sharp pain of running through it as soon as possible.

"but aah! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!?"

Kuse screams, a glimmer of sweat on Gil's cheek.

Gil was - No, a man named Gin-Crashbell knew.

I knew the crest painted on Kuse's retrieved bill.

"-" Mad Fallen ""

Second, the word leaks out of my mouth.

Murmur, the demon who directs death and sound, who once occupied the royal castle of the kingdom of Hermes.

After a fierce battle with Ginn, he was driven to a disadvantage, a literal last resort, imposed by no other great demon, Mephistopheles - the Mad Fall.

All technology against 'Ranged Magic', and instead of losing qualities, a curse in a curse that explodes all abilities in melee combat.

"A great curse that becomes a system that loses all self-consciousness and destroys everything..."

But if you do that, you'll just become a self-less lunatic, and even if it's only possible to keep up with Gil's physical abilities, you'll just turn yourself in there - that is, from Gil's point of view, into just a 'Dek' who doesn't see anything to watch out for other than 'physical abilities'.

In spite of... what is this discomfort?

It was a foolishness that would not otherwise be worthy of a laugh, that nonetheless occupied within him - an intense sense of crisis.

My heart screams, "Kill me now."

- treat (...) y (...) ki (...) ru (...) before (...), kill (...) and (...) and (...) and (...) eh (...) and.

"... before you can handle it?... No way - ugh!?"

Before I could handle it, and.

Gil turned his gaze to Kuse stunned by the words his heart shouted.

There he was - indisputably a 'madman'.

Black colored armor enveloped the entire body, and from its back the wings of a bright white angel burst through the armor, and from beneath the helm the eyes of a crazy color looked to Gil.

End of the Mad Fall. Human burning cuss.

Well, it's supposed to be...

- I can't believe I'm ready.

My voice sounds and I get a big crack in my helm.

Bakiri, and a helm that made an unpleasant noise collapsed on the spot, and pale eyes that dwelt the light of reason from it, looked to Gil's eyes.

"- Huh!?"

Impossible, impossible.

Nonetheless, at the end of his gaze, that could not possibly have happened.

The increasingly black-dyed armor instantly changes its shape, dyeing it to a pale color that is clear everywhere, like the blue sky. Angel-like wings disappear in an instant, from which crystal-like beautiful wings appear.

In addition, the hair, which was dyeing white, had regained its blackness and had returned to its lacquered black hair with the exception of one room in the forehead.

As usual...... not.

I got armor and wings if it just looks like it, my forehead just dyed white.

Despite this, its intimidation has never been the same as before.

(The effect of mad falling has been adapted...... A normal person should have enough madness flowing into his brain in an instant... Yet - Huh)

- I'm totally using that.

Gil stares into Kuse's right eye as he eats up his teeth big enough for that fact.

"- Twisting your destiny, fateful eye,"

I didn't think so, but I thought it couldn't be.

That's why I was stunned.

Either way, this man - using his dying eye of crushing, to the disadvantage of the great curse with his mental power alone - showed himself resisting that fate of visiting himself.

There was no longer a man there who was just chasing after him.

Stand on your own feet, think for yourself, make choices.

There was the figure of one man, who came this far in his own righteousness.

"Apologize in advance, Gil"

He continued to stare at Gil with pale eyes.

"I will trample your righteousness on this righteousness"