The Road to One Day Be the Strongest

illuminating heat.

Red lotus flame burns skin, ash air burns lungs.

While the smell of spiralling blood and the stench of death drift.

I felt like I was waking up.

"... here, ha"

I woke up and knew right away.

- Oh, I thought this was a dream.

I remember everything.

Black and silver, two fists clash, and white light envelops the world.

And maybe.

- I'm dead.

Otherwise you can't have dreams like this.

It's a long time ago.

... I should have forgotten, this dream.

"Gusu... Father, Mother..."

I hear a young voice.

If you turn your gaze toward your voice... would you be five or six?

In front of a collapsed house, in front of a sprawling blood pond, one boy was crying.

He leaked a whimper, shook his shoulder, and was just crying.

"... what's up, boy"

Ask.

But there's no answer, there can't be.

Because I know why you're crying.

Yes, I groan inside, and look back behind me.

There were enormous aliens there, who did all they could to ruin and destroy, to kill all the people, and still not enough, and finally turned a slight gaze to the boy in front of them.

Demonic, demonic, monstrous.

Something in an ugly, extreme form that gathers and multiplies all the [negative] drifting around the world.

- Think about it, I guess our 'edge' came from here.

My sister killed a strange boy.

And my father saved the boy.

Parental vengeance and the boy became a family.

My sister and I became brothers.

... some destined to be utterly unwelcome.

But I wonder why.

I don't like it so much now.

It's the first time I've died.

- It's the first time I've lost it, I know.

"- Ha!?"

I felt a sudden rise in consciousness and I opened my eyes wide open.

Full of vision is the purple night sky with countless cracks.

The moon of the Red Lotus shining over the far sky is illuminating me, and to its sight, I squeal unexpectedly.

"... why am I alive"

I was trying to move my arm around to see if he was really alive, and even if I could follow him on his cheeks - duh, I realized my body wouldn't move at all.

Out of magic...... right. That's also extremely demonic.

Because I even put the magic on my last blow for keeping my life active......, probably the current state is like a sleep freeze that went in after a previous battle, just before that.

I thought that far and stared up at the sky - and, uh, I felt signs next door.

- Hello, sis.

I heard such a voice and accidentally opened my eyes.

"Hey, why..."

"Why, I wonder if he's alive"

When I opened my eyes stunned and managed to look you in the eye, right next to me was my brother, who fell and lay down, looking up at the sky.

- Executor, Gin-Crashbell.

The strongest man I've ever seen.

And he's my brother, who's nothing else.

"- As it turns out, it sounds like a 'draw'"

That's how I laughed. His voice echoes in my head.

Saving tears next to him when I saw him, there was a girl who was about to drop by, and I saw her, and somehow, I laughed.

"... draw, huh? Personally, I feel like a loser."

"That's unusual. I feel like I lost this one too."

We laughed and breathed out loudly at the same time.

And a word...

"" - I was dreaming, dreaming ""

To the words, somehow he must have had the same dream, I thought so.

"... I thought he was dead. I thought we lost this."

"The moment I was in my dreams, I was sure I was defeated."

I shrugged and laughed softly and turned my gaze to him.

"Didn't true justice win?

"You're the one, why didn't you get your hands on Kyoka? If Kyoka had eaten her magic, she would have won."

Though I small sigh at the man who returns in doubt, I think. About what he said.

Kyoka...... Probably about the girl.

Why didn't I get my hands on her?

That white shield... The Guardian Wall of Thoughts (Last Road), did you say?

Shortly after he used the array, this man had stopped putting boundaries on the girl there.

Or I had to stop. I guess it wasn't purely magical enough.

That's why I guess the best hand I should have taken at that point was to ignore this guy but eat the girl there and strive to restore her magic.

Think so, I still think.

"... I wonder why you killed (...)

That's how I shrugged, and I laughed lightly.

I knew it was best to kill him. But I couldn't kill him.

What's the reason for that?

If you ask me that, I honestly don't know.

Maybe what she looked like was what I once wore.

Maybe her figure was seen wearing a satan that killed her parents in front of her.

Or maybe it's because her feelings, the pain of losing someone she likes, have made sense.

There are so many reasons for that.

Still, if you give me the most obvious reason...

"- My brother, she's the first one I've brought. You can't be abusive."

I could hear laughter from next door after a lot of silence in the words that were sweet to me.

"Idiot, it's the second time I've seen you."

"... Was I? I don't really remember."

I don't remember, that's for sure.

I don't know what I remember back then, driven by revenge and running into hatred. All I can think about is blurring. The reason for this is simply because I've forgotten, or...

"... life, or"

Second, I remember the words this man told me.

- Sister, you have to live.

It's a fucking dialogue that's not established as a word at all, but still, I had that dream, I realized defeat, and I thought I might be dead, that's all.

And it's the first time I've ever thought of it.

"- I wonder why. There's no remorse left."

I lost it, and it's the first time I've known.

No matter how painfully applied.

No matter how hard life was.

If you chose and scratched your feet full.

Then there can't be any regrets there.

With that in mind, for the first time in my life, I laughed from the bottom of my heart.

"I wonder if they all felt this way"

"... I don't know. If he really wanted to do it, and he was able to spend his whole life on it, wouldn't he have any regrets? I don't know."

I laugh unwittingly at the man who told me so blindly.

In the middle of a fight.

Over and over again, he was called in with his fist.

He said to come back.

You're not going to be trapped in the dark forever.

Why did I seem so happy to feel so pure that my chest was hot?

I don't know that.

But countless fists on that thought.

He kept scratching to save me, one fist at a time.

The feeling of piercing into the core of those bodies is still there.

"... heavy, dude"

That's how I shrugged, and somehow the tears conveyed my cheeks.

Was my path the right one?

Or was I wrong?

Was their death meaningful?

Maybe he died complaining about me. On the contrary, he may have died without any untraining, as I did.

But in the end, the clear answer is, we still don't know when the battle is over.

I just figured it out once.

- Maybe I'm the one who's going to decide 'what it means'.

What I think, what I do, what I see coming.

I can't help but sin, though I am standing on countless corpses.

Stand on those deaths, because you're alive.

There's something I have to do because I live now.

"Was I right? Am I right to live now"

The answer ended with no luck.

So let's go find it.

I know it's not to be forgiven.

Painted with sin, driven by vengeance, he executed various evils.

Still, you have to live.

Until I find out what that means.

Don't ask anyone for that answer.

It's just that I, the one they deposited my life with, find out with this hand of my own.

There must be a need for that.

"... what do you say, do you still do it?

I laugh unexpectedly at those words I was asked.

What do you do? A continuation of a sister-brother fight, a discussion of justice and evil, or something else.

The truth is that there are too many candidates to know when it comes to answering that question, but nevertheless, if you look at the status quo, it doesn't change the result that he put himself through and I broke.

So, I hate to say it, but let's be clear.

Though I will be the first and last to say this word in that life.

"Say stupid. Mine, defeat."

Some of me laughing so, fatigue that makes up the majority and.

And only the freshness drifted.

To the word, on its side.

I exhaled in relief, "Is it finally over?"

Honest stories, one loss in childhood, one loss last time, and this draw (although he seems to say he lost) add up to the fact that he's losing now. It doesn't change the fact that he's losing, but if it's still over, it's all good. We'll just have to rematch later and win.

(... still need to be strong)

Yes, I whined inside and laughed small.

- At the next moment, I opened my eyes wide to the heavily shaken ground.

"Hey, what... ugh!?"

Chaos leaks out in winds like this by accident, and I manage to get my upper body up and look around with a body that is slowly recovering.

Then magmas of increasingly black colour are starting to erupt from all over the huge crater that spreads around them. If piki and unpleasant sounds sound and raise your gaze, cracks in the purple sky are gradually spreading, and fragments of crushed heaven pour around us.

"Hey......! Isn't this a mess?"

"Ugh, um..."

"First of all, yes..."

That's what you yelled at me for. The two of you answer back. [M]

I listen to the two answers and glance around, but I can't confirm the appearance of Satan of Alpha, who hasn't returned since he jumped out.

Those two fought. It's not strange if one of them is dead.

In the unlikely event that one of them survived, the chances of getting here with a serious, dying injury are... probably devastating.

Reaching a conclusion to that effect immediately, he poked Kyoka at the crest of the yen-return dragon engraved on the back of his right hand.

"Kyoka, please magic!

"Wow, okay......!

You immediately perceived my intentions, Kyoka, taking my hand and pouring magic into the crest.

It was a chaos that frowned as baffled by its appearance, but shortly afterwards, chaos opened its eyes wide to the two shadows summoned with the silver light.

"Hey, what the... those guys"

"Shilo and Cro, my little buddy."

So laughing before me, suddenly summoned to a world on the verge of collapse, stood Shilo, the gray-haired goddess of war (young) in bewilderment, and Kuro, the black horse who made the red lotus tenderness wind.

These two are my submissive beings brought from a little different world, and there is no definite 'magical power of the person' distinction in that world, so for now I can summon as long as someone's magical power is available.

"Shilo, Cro. Maybe there's a little purple-haired brother over there and a scary uncle with a demonic figure, so why don't you take us that far? Hurry up, please."

Having said that, I stood up squeezing my strength, holding my chaotic body aside and jumping on top of the clo. The resilience of vampires is limited.

Shortly afterwards, Shiro jumps up with Kyoka's body, which is good at opposing abilities, so that he can follow it and Kuro runs up in the air.

"Kyung-hyang! Signal Shiro when you find him! Because I use a (...) re (...) in a safe place!

"Ri, got it!

Kyoka's voice returns as she flies high in the sky, pushing her fear to death.

While I was wondering if I was okay with that appearance, I heard Kyoka shortly afterwards as I restarted the body of chaos that had been hazy in my consciousness onto the clo.

"Gin! There he is, we both seem to have managed to live!

"Copy that! Shilo, Cro, ask that one!

At the same time, Kyoka changed the direction she was pointing at, and the two pushed in a straight line to the spot, and a few seconds later, they went to the scene of their fall.

It was miserable that it was spreading to the bottom.

Did you shed a lot of blood, a figure of Alpha lying down like he was dead, and a figure of Satan sinking in a sea of blood as he wet himself all over his body.... seems to manage to live, but I guess it feels like half a life.

I think so. Kyoka offered me both hands when Shiro took me down to the ground.

Shortly afterwards she threw a special 'treasure ball' out of the item box and gave it to her, and when she received it, she threw that treasure ball into the space in front of her.

And a word.

"Magic tool activated! Curse" Space Transfer "heh!

Moments, the magic of an overflowing demon king.

Those magical powers exchange shapes and create a pseudo-' transfer gate 'to the void.

After the battle against chaos, there was no guarantee anywhere that I would be safe.

I therefore wanted to secure the personnel dedicated to "The Way Home" beforehand, but unfortunately the day and night fall and I am in absolute tranquility even for the Demon King. Therefore, I asked the Demon King in advance to activate the curseless seal demon conductor that he had made.

You can do Gil and Zeus, but I'm not insensitive enough to bring those two before the chaos.

"Now! Shilo, Cro! Take those two with the chaos!

Shouting like that as they descended from Cro, the two sniffled all the way down to Copy disappeared across the transfer gate with Alpha, Satan and three of the disoriented chaos along the way.

The only ones left were me and Kyoka.

The effect of this pseudotransfer gate is not that long.

So we have to leave early, too.

"... Gin?

Kyoka called my name like she was confused.

I was looking behind my back, and I move my gaze to her small... but I wonder why. I feel [there] for some reason.

There was nothing behind us. The void was just spreading - but soon afterwards, as I turned in that direction, 'change' engulfed the world.

[Notice, were you there?

A woman's voice sounded - and the time of the world stopped.

"Huh..."

Kyoka's stunned voice echoes from next door.

Equivalent to the 'time pause' of day and night...... no, more magic in time and space.

The space at the end of my gaze distorts against me with a bitter laugh without thinking of it before, and one woman emerges from it.

- It was a [silver] woman who didn't know what she was.

Woman...... no, I don't even know the gender.

I just decided it was a woman from my voice, and I can't recognize anything, not my appearance, not my gender.

Correctly 'abnormal'. Seeing her embody such words, I decided to try and guess who she was with 10% joke and 90% certainty.

"- You, right? Iblis the Divine Spirit,"

Kyoka next door is stunned by the words and laughs as the woman at the end of her gaze dulls.

[Correct,. Very well,]

"What, the fact that Alpha and Satan are alive with all that bleeding. And me and chaos, what (...) the late (...) one (...) degree (...) death (...) n (...) of (...) life (...) return (...) eh (...). And who can do that without being noticed? If you think about it, you can come up with answers every time."

We definitely died once.

You knew it was chaos. What we had was an indisputable post-mortem dream. It should have been an authentic, literal, final dream in which the soul glimpses the memory that was dead and most intensely conscious.

but I can live by watching it.

This phenomenon is unlikely to be the case. If you ask me why this is happening, I'm sure the answer would be one.

"- Without Kyoka noticing, there exists someone who brought us back to life dead. Can you even read your mind anyway? Iblis the Divine Spirit King"

[Exactly.]

Iblis, who laughed so, stood there without hiding the (...) demon (...) power (...) of silver (...) overflowing from his body, in its appearance, in its silver magic, in its familiar voice somewhere.

I leaked a small sigh, and when I saw it, she ran into the question. [M]

[I (...) demon (...) power (...), seems to be working well,]

To the word, perceive everything.

The silver magic she has.

A familiar voice somewhere.

When my silver magic awakened.

Those countless pieces overlapped, matched, and at the end of them one answer tied the statue.

And the answer to that is something I've never imagined before.

"- Is that you? What's in Sills Over"

"Yeah eh!?"

Kyoka's screaming voice echoes.

My silver magic awakened in previous chaos wars.

From the feeling of that time, I thought the awakened factor was either the 'light of life' or the 'chain of talents', but a slight change of mind would create a possibility.

What if someone's magic is pouring into my body under the influence of "something" that frees my power with those two influences?

That's what I think, I think.

The Divine Sword Silver over freed up its power with the effect of the lamp of life. In addition, the silver magic I possess has something similar in common with some sword: 'I can't handle it by others, and because of my mental power, I can handle it in a limited amount'.

Evelice laughed joyfully at me for thinking so much and giving me a bitter look.

[Silver Emperor Sibleese, the supreme family member I am proud of. My will, the greatest masterpiece that has inherited magic. Missing, I was there. I was able to find it recently]

"... then something. You think you're here to take back that sibless?

Asking so without concealing her vigilance, she slowly shook her neck to the side.

[... the purpose of creating Sibless is to get me, to cross. High-dimensional body that is the strongest and most impossible to cross at birth. I mean to get me, the strongest, over]

- It was.

She kept pointing at me. [M]

And pale, and pleasant.

[I found someone stronger than Sibless.]

to that word.

to the separation of forces felt without help.

Somehow, there was me laughing.

"Whoa, okay. Not so much room. Are you sure you can't beat me?

[Yes, if you don't work hard for thousands of more years, it won't be a battle, either]

That word that was spoken pale.

Thousands of years......,? It's a distracting time, but it still didn't seem like he was lying with wonder because of the presence of a hyperdimensional body that was going to distract me in front of him.

Plus, I'm so intuitive that I hate my instincts.

- Oh, he can't win yet.

That's why I'm still stopping poking.

Now let's shut up and be looked down.

Answer that generous treatment with a smile on your big attitude.

However, let me still say what I want to say.

I only recover a little magic and summon Sils Over from within.

The sole, manifested in the form of a dagger, is brilliant in silver, and, feeling its will, I laugh and stick its cutting-edge at him.

[... what, are you going to?

Just curious.

To Iblis, king of divine spirits, who told him that he could not understand.

I laugh and say:

"- Wash your neck and wait. I'll overtake you to within a hundred (...) years (...)"

Hate and I am an immortal vampire.

There's plenty of time to move. Because that's what keeps me alive forever.

That's why you wait, Iblis.

"I'll break your assumptions and pick up the strongest seat one day."

To the words, I found her body trembling like a surprise.

But as soon as I laughed, the signs gradually faded.

[... Got it. My family is generally stronger than you. So why don't you train there? And then...]

Evelice told me so lightly.

But at the end of the day, for the first time, it exfoliates the killer.

[If you betray your expectations, I'll go kill you]

At the same time as that word, the world moves out again.

What was left on the spot was me and Kyoka suddenly losing themselves next door, sweating cold from all over my body.

And it was only the broken demonic realm and the simple gates of transition nestled in loneliness.