The Road to One Day Be the Strongest

When I died, after a few weeks, it seemed.

I came back to life somehow.

I don't know. There's a lot of faces in front of me, and still some I know.

Hug my sister Yui as she cried.

That's what the executioner's bastard is looking down at.

- I guessed everything and thought my teeth would shatter.

I ate up my teeth.

It was the second time.

Give it your best shot, do your best to scratch your feet.

At the end of the day, this was the second time we lost.

"... why am I alive?"

"Apparently, the mad scientists of the Old Holy Country had frozen and preserved half of the flesh that fell apart when they modified you. Of course, organs, muscle fibers, all that wasn't enough to make all your flesh - well, there's nothing around here but praise the gods for their skilled organogenesis."

Yes, the executioner bastard tells me.

... Well, I don't know, but I could understand.

He said he used the power of the gods to resurrect each of my bodies, based on my flesh, which rose in the process of remodeling.

I mean, I guess so.

But the problem is...

"... that fucking demon, the bastard of Satan..."

'Good for you. Mr. Tartarus says your wound is dead. "

I laughed small at the words the executor told me with a faint laugh - and I grabbed his chest up shortly afterwards.

"- But did you think I'd say? The draw means we lost. It means nothing but victory. The two of you, the third of you, the billies, they're not the best."

"Oh, brother!

Yui raised a screaming voice, but I can't just ask him this time.

He peeks back into my eyes, staring in front of me, without changing his complexion.

Executor, Gin-Crashbell.

Once nearly two metres tall, it had shrunk to around 180 cm, and its appearance appeared younger than that of him when he was once relative in the Holy Land.

but the [incomprehensibility of the specialty] that floods out of its appearance is not the ratio it used to be, it's the absolute feeling of death that was swirling within me, despite grabbing my chest up and holding my fist.

- You can't win.

I think so instantly, and even more frustrating to myself for thinking so.

'I know. If you don't win, it won't even help shit. The feeling that what is given to the loser is just vague [lost] and the flavor of intense and bitter defeat that will not disappear no matter how much you rinse'

In the words appeared an indefensible affliction.

The red lotus flame is brilliantly burning in its eyes, and it releases its chest rounds and lags behind without thinking about its too much 'pressure'.

"But what do you do, Fukashi? I don't care what you think about me or you now that I'm back together, you can't beat those two. No matter how strong I am and how much I come back to life, my meditation will only prevail over the chaos before I level up. No matter how much you've lived, you're still the same as you are today."

So, what do we do?

To the man who tells me so pale, I lift the edge of my mouth furiously.

Can't we win as we are now?

Ha, that would be one thing.

"If you can't win as you are, you'll have to be strong."

To the word, the executor hoisted the corner of his mouth wide.

This is what he told me, pointing behind his back, when he revealed a spirit of struggle that he could not hide in that creepy, yet terribly fierce grin.

"I was just having trouble with no one to fight with."

The guy who kept doing that laughs like he's looking down.

"Okay, downstairs. Isn't it time for you to graduate calling me Fukashi?

If you want me to call you by name, beat yourself, let me admit it.

I give back such silent pressure with a big grin.

Superior, you bastard.

With that stare on his back, he turned his foot to the training area.

Alpha exhales loudly.

At the end of his gaze was the appearance of Satan, who had lost his reason, and before that appearance Alpha remembered a definite disappointment and a small sympathy.

(... it could have been me)

Satan and Alpha are very similar in both good and bad ways.

Brain muscles that can only be tried.

How to fight to crush exhaustion with guts and force moves.

- And even its spiritual structure.

I sympathized because everything is very similar.

"... but I'm not going to cut him loose."

Fist both fists.

Remember.

Remember.

Countless defeats I've ever experienced.

Memories of defeat beaten, kicked, head poked, and sipped mud.

How many times have I lost? I don't remember that.

I just lost out of my mind - and still, I didn't give up.

That's why Alpha is standing here right now.

"SO (...) RE (...) is THEMEE's downfall. Fucking demon. I couldn't survive the defeat. Over it, I couldn't grow. I ran away. That's the difference between me and you. Fucking demons."

Sure, Satan's way is right.

To win anything else, I lowered my head and gained strength.

I gained the (...) power of a (...) l (...) f (...) a (...) beat (...) me (...).

I'm ready to take my hat off with Alpha.

How much preparedness you came to that conclusion based on, how much distress you suffered, how much you ate your teeth, and how much you mouthed that wish. I can't help but respect that when I think about it.

- I'm just a little sorry.

"... I wish Temeer would have crawled up on his own."

"GUUUU, GUUAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!"

Satan's roar bursts, and his fist approaches Alpha's face.

In addition to the explosive enhancement caused by the magic of chaos, and the power of his original 'anger' was multiplied, bringing tremendous physical enhancement to Satan's body.

Originally a selfless opponent, a person that is easy to crush, but still, if Satan has accumulated effort for many years, the "disadvantage" of it will be attributed to nothing.

"Thousand times faster...... ugh!

At the same time, Alpha's consciousness entered a thousand times faster overspeed space, and he looked at Satan's fist and flashed.

- That was right straight with the jab on the left that kept it very pretty.

Wrong but unconscious humans had so much clarity that they shouldn't strike. Besides, Alpha shows amazement while shooting them off with her fists.

(... even if you're unconscious, you remember your body, don't you?)

Thousands, tens of thousands, and more. One fist that has been pale and repetitive.

Even if you're unconscious, the amount of time you've put on that fist remains the same.

- The weight of the fist, it never changes.

"But that's the same here!

Moment after moment, the compact left of the sharply released Alpha jumps Satan's fist up.

Gakri and Satan's knees break on that blow unleashed on the counter, but that fighting spirit is still unshakeable.

Mad Satan's eyes capture Alpha's appearance - and Satan's blow pierces Alpha's side.

"- Ugh!?"

It hurts as if his body was pierced by a giant pile, and Alpha's face is distorted by the impact, but he eats up his teeth and grips his fist.

"Step on it, body. Ah!

A blunt sound echoes at the same time as a scream, and Alpha's fist pierces Satan's side.

In that blow Satan shows a definite 'pain' in its face, and Alpha, who sees it, hoists her little brow butt.

(In pain... can you disarm it?

The possibility passes behind the brain.

What if, by how much damage can this situation be eliminated?

Think of it that way - but Alpha stares at Satan without alarm.

(... but I don't think about it anymore)

I want to fight Satan the Vegan. I do have that thought.

Still, there's something more important than that.

Never give in, there is victory.

Bite and kill your thoughts if you can win.

If that's not enough, let's even cut off the bones ourselves.

I wanna win, I wanna win.

I can't help it, I can't stop my thirst for victory.

"Roar! d guts oh wow!

Alpha's fist chooses Satan's jaw, and soon afterwards Satan's fist pierces Alpha's belly.

Every time my fists cross, my blood blows and my groans leak.

I won't leak screams, I won't pull them off later.

I'm gonna beat you up here right now.

Even if his own life had disappeared at the end of it, he wanted it.

As long as you grab the victory, that's fine.

"GU GU UGUGUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

The roar roars.

"A, aaaah, oohhhhh!!"

The cry of the soul echoes.

Hit me, hit me, hit me.

One shot more than the other.

Even a millimeter heavier than the opponent.

Beat him first, before he does.

While those thoughts occupy your head.

- Well, Alpha used to remember days.

"Gaa!?"

His body is heavily blown away by a fist tapped into Alpha's abdomen, sticking from his head into the ground.

How many defeats was that?

Ahead of his face as he leaked a groan, there is a figure of one man looking down at himself as if he had shot 'Palm Bottom' in, on which Alpha devours his teeth greatly.

- And even in real life.

Big Satan's fist chooses Alpha's belly, and his figure is blown wide open.

I stuck it out of my head to the ground. If you look up in the face, there is a figure of Satan waving his fist out, and the big Alpha eats off his teeth.

- Yeah, just like then.

Crawling through the ground many times, sipping mud, gasping for pain, and still scratching.

And when I realized, at that time, there was a huge [door] in front of me.

What the hell is this?

Before I thought so, Alpha was running out.

At the end of his gaze is the figure of Satan overlapping the figure of the man, and in that figure, in the huge door that sits in front of him, Alpha devours his teeth greatly.

- What, are you in my way?

- Why are you blocking my way?

Shake your fist.

At the end of his gaze, Satan was beginning to run this way with his fist wide swinging, overlapping the figure of that man who once was, Alpha laughed and showed it small.

Can't beat you, can you?

That was the word Satan once uttered.

You can't just beat Alpha because you're one of a kind.

Alpha thinks so.

But I could never agree to that.

"- Only, then, you bastard."

Kick open your eyes.

Satan's left fist was already looming a few centimeters in front of him, and somewhere I felt Satan's face distorted as if I was convinced of the victory.

So was that guy once.

I thought it was this pattern again and that it was just a monotonous move again.

That moment so disappointed and convinced of victory.

- Try to betray them, (...) su (...).

"GAa!?"

Alpha grips his right fist as Satan's fist sweeps through his cheek.

The door in front of you, the man, and Satan.

Finish it, with one of these fists.

It's someone else's power. It's unnecessary.

with effort, intuition and absolute guts.

- Let's kick the end in front of you.

"'Spear of God Speed (Deusspire)' Aah!!"

- And Alpha's fist pierces Satan's face.

The momentum that ran ahead of Satan and.

The momentum that ran ahead of Alpha and.

And the absolute 'acceleration' that converged into Alpha's fist and.

Maximum power cross counter that binds everything and shoots in with full weight on it.

Once, a Gin-Crashbell opponent over the wall had his knee (...) or (...) (...) hit Satan in the face directly - and blown away so that his body would be struck out.

No screaming.

However, when Alpha sees Satan stripping his white eyes and being blown away, he grips his fist big.

"Whoever I am, I win, I win! I'll definitely bust you one day! The difference between me and Temeer is the number of defeats! Oh, my God, it's a different goal, you bastard!

God of War King, Alpha.

Once upon a time, the "vessel door" prepared by the gods. During the battle, he smashed it with only his guts and became a man to reach.