The Road to One Day Be the Strongest

Why are you laughing in this situation?

Alpha checks how her right leg is before Satan, who so stunnedly opens his eyes.

(... wouldn't that be useful)

But I understood immediately.

I can't use my right leg in this fight anymore.

Even if it could be used, is it enough to withstand the pain and make it 'supportive' at best?

Either way, I can't go in satisfied anymore or run satisfied anymore.

I mean...

(- Take it all, directly from the front)

Alpha's eyes lit a flame of readiness.

Satan unexpectedly opened his eyes to a giraffed, sharp light that swayed behind his piercing eyes everywhere.

- Pure beating.

Alpha wants that.

I abandoned my defense, and I want a slaughter (corn) match by a murder weapon called a fist.

So intuitive Satan - Ugh, exhaled heavily.

"- Ha."

On its face, on its appearance.

Why not, what I used to wear.

I don't think I'm gonna lose or anything.

Absolute confidence in yourself, even approaching recklessness.

- Lost (...) North (...) Know (...) et al. (...) Iron (...) Cannon (...) Ball (...).

Satan throws a chilling glance at the man whose words suit him well.

'... be good. I regret its recklessness, its bravery.'

Yes, holding his fist, Satan was remembering how confident he once was.

"Ha, ha, ha..."

Exhaling rough breaths, he still kept running.

- I didn't have the talent.

Magic talent is devastating. There was nothing glowing about it in melee combat, only that the word mediocre suited me well, only that I had talent with me.

"Ku, shit..."

In the fog, I kept running.

Still, no one of my age will wake up and stay.

Such an early morning, I kept running before the light of day rose.

The obsessive notion that my parents were dying, that I had nothing to protect me from, and that I had to be strong, was creeping in the back of my chest. And then I tried to get him to push me, and I made many other efforts.

Genius, those commonly called, greeted me and laughed backwards, just dawning into training.

... Sometimes I've been bullied.

Despite my brilliance, from those who fell foe to genius, I guess my appearance of continuing to train beside me was terribly frustrating.

And that's why you're waving your fists, your wands, your swords at me in large numbers.

- And I smashed the whole thing with my fist.

I didn't feel like losing.

What is brilliant, what is genius?

No matter how talented you are, the minds are protected by your parents, lazy people raised to be muddy in greenhouses.

I couldn't find any reason for these fools to lose.

It's all an effort.

If genius strives, then you just have to keep trying, whether that's twice or ten times.

You can turn the time they think 'about today' into training while they spend time elsewhere, and let go of their presence with every talent.

That way, I won't lose.

- Even to the parents' enemies, you can't lose.

Yeah, I was thinking.

"Heh... heh."

If I'd been careful, I'd have fallen.

If I managed to raise my face, there was a crying one woman in front of me - an enemy of my parents, and somehow, I regretted it.

- That's the first time I lost.

I wanted to win, I've worked hard just to win.

but how are the results?

He was instantly killed without having to help. I wasn't even dealt with.

I regret and regret, I don't want to be humiliated like this anymore.

That's how I decided to try harder.

If I noticed, I realized that the power of the Seven Great Sins, [Anger] resides in me, but such power was honestly good for me.

The force is also an accessory.

Everything turns out to be nothing but 'besides'.

The last thing that helps is the effort that has been built up so far.

The [path] itself that I have lived and followed helps me.

... That's why that 'death' hurt my pride badly.

I'm dead.

Killed.

Likewise, he was defeated by a young man who had not been blessed with talent, believed only in himself, and lived only with effort.

I didn't think of it from the inside.

What spread in my mouth that resurrected - a rich, defeating flavour.

Shit.

Shit is shit is shit is shit is shit...... Shh!

Like a child, I called.

Disturbed, he congested his eyeballs bright red and slammed his fists into the earth.

Until the blood overflows from your fists.

Until chaos stops you.

I kept my anger, my anger, just crashing into the world.

Why, I lost.

We did our best at that point.

It is no exaggeration to say that there were no more effects than array.

So what's the reason?

Think about it that way - and, uh, there was an answer in my head.

"- Insufficient effort"

Oh, yeah.

It wasn't hard enough for me.

I don't need rice or anything while I'm sleeping.

Just train now at this moment, make an effort.

One day we're connected, I'll bring the effort here.

"I don't mind pretending anymore."

In some cases, it can become an incarnation of anger.

I'll bow my head to anyone for victory.

I need your help. But let's go get the victory.

- To this man, this time only to win.

So now it's time.

Now at this moment.

- I'm stronger than you.

Blood broke out.

Satan's fist jumps up Alpha's face and bright red blood floods out of his face.

But soon afterwards, Satan's fist was imminent in front of Satan's eyes, and Satan, stunned by the speed of his fist, leaned his neck and dodged.

- And a small voice sounded in his ear.

"- Thousand times faster (Southern gear)"

And in the next moment, Satan's face had fists in it.

There was an unpleasant sound from Satan's face in that fist that even crossed the speed of light and boasted so much speed and power that it was full of sight - but 'pain' did not strike his nerves.

(... thank you, Master Chaos)

The magic of chaos.

Instead of having the disadvantage of being eaten self the more you pull it out, it brings great advantages in combat: more power and less pain.

Being a normal person, albeit temporarily, erodes oneself in battle, although that is the only major disadvantage that leads to defeat - nevertheless.

(The more angry I get, the more powerful the incarnation of anger I get... There's no need for egos or anything like that......!

Moments, further intimidation blows from his body.

- And plump, as his ego cut the thread, dimmed.

"Ga, aah, GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!"

Satan's - No, Satan's, who lost himself to anger, roared.

Taking that direction directly from the front, Alpha guarded her face with her arms, aggressively - and immediately opened her eyes unexpectedly to that pain that penetrated her belly.

"Or..."

"GAAAuu!"

Turning his gaze forward as he was heavily blown away, there was Satan's appearance that shone a bright red glance from both eyes. From the edge of his mouth, steam erupts and his muscles pulse to scream.

Like that - just a monster.

In front of that unusual sight. When Alpha eats his teeth off small, he grips his fist again.

"... temee, did you (...) pitch (...) (...) (...) (...) (...)?"

In those eyes, there is still anger in their eyes that just bites.

The piercing sharp gaze stares at the madly endless appearance of Satan, and Alpha exhales heavily into his weak (...) Ri (...) fruit (...) and (...) appearance.

"... I know, it's not easy. Genius is lying next to you, knowing the flavor of defeat, and still, fighting with all your pride on two of those fists. My heart is frustrated. fugitive

To that word, Satan returns no more words.

It's just a roar, and before that, Alpha exhales loudly.

Flavour of defeat.

It's terribly hard, tough, bitter.

Feels like everything I've built up will collapse.

The unpleasant feeling of being denied the existence of myself.

Maybe that feeling is only known to those who worked so hard. Only a handful of things that worked to their limits, scratched their feet, suffered, and still kept going, I'm sure you'll understand. Even if you can pretend to know the wind, you can't really know.

That's why Alpha knows (...) eh (...) and (...) y (...) ru (...).

Because I've been sipping that flavor many times.

"You're gonna want to run.... but when you have someone to help you. When pride disappears from that fist."

He continues, staring at Satan.

"It couldn't have been a battle at that point when Temeer didn't want to [just] lose to me"

There's no fun grin on that face.

Just distorted your face in mourning, and then as exasperated.

Sharp gaze into Satan relentlessly.

"Sorry, fucking demon. I don't feel like losing this one."