Come on, what do we do?
What's gonna happen?
I can feel myself while I have grapenil in my hand.
What do I look like now?
I'm sure you have a superb grin.
I'm sure you're having a terrible laugh.
My grandfather.
I felt uncomfortable fighting before.
The contents only had the strength to correspond to the person, but they did not extend decisively.
There wasn't enough madness!
What do you say this time?
Only Japanese swords with no decorations seem the same.
Plus that muscular idiot demon god.
How far can I go to fight this foe?
There are no mica dragons and amber dragons who should be acting together from time to time.
I don't know why.
And there were some serious concerns.
In person, right?
"The Divine Demonic Fight!" "Vajra!" "Enchanted Breaker!
"Limiter cut!" "Gods brace!
(Physical Enchant Fire!)
(Physical Boost Fire!)
(Physical Enchant Earth!)
(Physical Boost Earth!)
(Physical Enchant Wind!)
(Physical Boost Wind!)
(Physical Enchant Aqua!)
(Physical Boost Aqua!)
(Mental Enchant Wright!)
(Mental Boost Light!)
(Mental Enchant Dark!)
(Mental Boost Dark!)
(Cross dominance!)
(Acrobatic Flight!)
(Gravity Mail!)
(Psycho Pod!)
(Activation!)
(Regenerate!)
(Boyd Sphere!)
(Dark Shield!
(Fire heels!
(Resist Fire!
(The Twelve will seal!
(Mirroring!
Oh, good.
If I don't raise my own strength, I won't be able to fight both of them properly, will I?
But somehow, it's just enough to get up on the same mound.
I'm not sure I can win.
Still, I can't help but try the fight!
"You! Must be real, huh?
"That way!
It was the demon god of muscle idiots who made contact with me first.
With grapenil, packing?
Can't you do it a little bit?
All of a sudden the fighting started!
A kick released passes overhead like a storm.
The wind pressure and heavy bass you feel in your ear is a testament to the tremendous speed and power!
I kicked up my groin, but this is totally out of time.
Simply, fast.
We couldn't get him!
"Huh?"
Feeling uncomfortable with your back freezing.
Death.
Death is imminent!
It was taking shape.
Cutting edge imminent!
It's odd, but I notice that the track is strange.
"Chip!"
"Cool!"
Tongue-beating voices also overlap.
The tip of the sword my grandfather pulled out and shot wasn't aimed solely at me.
Me and the demon god of muscle idiots at the same time.
That kind of blow.
I guess that's why we could have avoided it.
My grandfather presses me to slip.
Silent.
Existence and killing are not the same as when you pulled the trigger.
It's as if he's not there.
Sometimes I knew this would happen to my grandfather.
But here's not the essence.
That's not all there is!
"Keh!"
The kick of the muscular idiot demon god is sucked into Grandpa's side head!
Ouch!
Are you trying to steal my prey?
But Grandpa is also Grandpa.
I'm critical and cut off, and my cut jumps up!
The aim was the groin.
But the demon gods moved faster!
Slashing cuts the sky.
You're out of shape, aren't you?
"Huh!"
"Huh?"
Silent defense, for some reason, breath reaches my ears loudly.
And my vision, it's crazy.
The color goes out.
It's like a black and white monotone.
But I can't care less!
The first palm bottom released was flattened.
Any moves to grab the back of your head?
Maybe they're cut off.
But how about this?
"Shah!"
'Huh!'
Each other's breath leaked.
And the knee kicks that let each other go clash.
As a result, I decided to take a distance.
Something passed where I and Grandpa were!
A demon.
I don't know which way you were coming to attack me!
Once again, my grandfather and the muscular idiot demon god are located on my left and right.
I accidentally compared it.
Another choice.
Which one should I aim for first?
I don't have any problems with info.
It bothers me when this happens.
I'm not a warm opponent enough to go to jail at the same time.
Somehow, one-on-one, can we antagonize it?
No, the prospect of winning would be thinner.
Do you want to use an attack spell?
Do you want to use a short jump?
But I can't let that happen.
Even if you can use it to win, it doesn't make sense.
If we don't use it, can't we win?
Still don't use it.
Event Horizon spells and more!
"Keith! I have a suggestion for you!
"What?"
"This grandfather will end me. I'll deal with you later."
"Say no!"
'Can't you still? But this grandfather can't give up!
"It's a dialogue over here!
Why can't you give up?
You know what?
Only Grandpa, I have to kill him.
Because I'm a flesh parent.
If you're a flesh parent, you can't forgive me.
Is it fulfilling that you're in front of me, is it real?
It doesn't matter!
Whether it's a game, whatever it is, it's not what I found out!
He is unforgivable at a time when he is my grandfather.
Kill.
Many times, I'll kill you with my hands.
Nor am I going to give way to the demon god of muscle idiots.
Momentum outweighs madness and killings swell!
I couldn't afford to sharpen it like a blade.
It is as if it continues to dissipate from the whole body.
Weakness, and inheriting breath.
I'm not the kind of grandfather who would allow that gap.
Coming?
No, come on!
"Shh, shh, shh, shh!"
"Huh?"
Let go of the grapenil.
The packaging is forbidden, the sword is in my hand, but this one is Leviataine.
The shape changes to a knife.
The tip goes to the ground sliding position.
Come on, shoot me in!
"Yee-haw!"
"Humph!"
"Chip!"
But I saw a demon god attacking Grandpa from the side.
Grandpa flipped when he recieved it, releasing a blow to the demon god, but the cutting edge was cutting off the sky.
You idiot!
Demons, why are you interrupting me?
Wasn't there an intent to help me?
This one was showing me the gap and inviting me, but it's ruined!
"Hey, come on!
"You're behind me! Or do you want to be killed first?
He's in trouble.
I was about to say the same word, but I was wary.
I don't want to admit it.
I hate to admit it, but are I and this demon god alike?
No, you're definitely gonna admit it!
"Cheerhhhhhhhhhh!"
"KYYYYYYYYYYYYY!"
Your grandfather's murder has exploded!
Respond to that, and I'll blow it up again.
Strange, but colorless sights were moving slowly.
And I can also see that my whole body is moderately out of strength.
Tension and relaxation.
What the hell is this?
Is this how you get the ultimate by making it the basis of sword moves?
Jump your cut up to match your grandfather's sword orbit.
With the momentum rubbed up, I'll shoot you into Grandpa from the top!
But Grandpa's body was blowing!
Do you know who did this?
"Keh!"
"Nuh?"
I'd kill a demon god with Leviataine, but bear with me!
I have to settle with this guy in a fight.
It's another line we can't give away!
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"What the hell is this?
The choice has already been made.
His choice was unexpected, but it was also an observable course of action.
What was specifically monitored turned out to be the right thing to do, but the results of his investigation are inconceivable.
"Exactly. Someone could have intervened arbitrarily."
"There have been several similar examples."
"Runway. All of them record behavior that is not human."
"Not by chance."
"We haven't even been able to analyze what the intent of the intervening being is."
Who is intervening?
"Similar to us."
"or beyond us."
"Let's keep observing. Let us continue our noble mission."
"Let's keep observing. Because that's why we exist."
"Let's keep observing. Both the purpose of the intervener and its existence will be discovered."
None of the golden dolls in front of me have answered my question.
The sight of faceless mannequin dolls talking to each other is even spooky.
There were several large virtual windows deployed in the air.
I don't even care about the light of the moon that was in the sky.
The way Keith was fighting was projected from various angles.
Who are you fighting?
One is a big man.
Lightweight costume as if it is muscular and has no iron on it.
So all the way through, I'm through fighting style.
Doesn't look like karate.
Nor is it kickboxing.
It's not like Chinese martial arts either.
You can't just see what the battle is based on!
Grappler?
No, is this a fighter?
For some reason, Keith is responding with a kick without trying to fight with a knife in his hand.
Sometimes he hits me or he shoots me in the elbow, but that's all.
The other is a slightly smaller grandfather.
It's probably the Japanese knife that I'm holding in my overalls.
How skilled is that?
I saw it at the martial arts tournament, it looks different from anyone else.
No, if it's close, I've seen it.
Keith.
Yes, it looks overlapping for some reason with the way Keith is fighting.
I can clearly see that these two are unusual.
Because it's faster than Keith.
And Keith is crazy.
Why don't you use an attack spell?
What do you have in mind?
I've heard it from Yoshimoto and Dongyun.
Simply put, what's the best Keith remedy?
No martial arts, no spells.
On top of that, we have to deal with the melee and, if possible, the fighting.
It's not something anyone can do!
It's pointless for a player like me in style.
But both Yamato and Dongyun are running against Keith.
You can only be convinced if you watch how it goes.
We know that even female players are good enough to fight.
But the sights you see in front of you mean nothing at all to them.
I don't know why.
Both the masterpiece and Dongyun explained it, but it was difficult to understand.
What's a man's will!
"The reaction rate seems to be increasing. But there's no change in the data on the biomonitor.
Looks like he's predicting the next move ahead of time.
Is this something you can reproduce?
"If you look at previous examples, you can do it."
"There will also be vast resources, but there will be ways to do it."
"Solutions are possible. By proceeding with sorting, you will be able to turn the extra resources around."
I couldn't break it off with this sorting.
"I don't mind. I've already sorted some of them."
"Let's try to cut it off with foreclosure."
"The impact is negligible. It's not gonna be a problem."
The golden dolls don't know who's talking about what.
You sound like you're talking like a human being.
But there is also great discomfort.
It doesn't seem like a human being is talking.
No one had ever answered my question.
No expression, but I get it.
It totally ignores my very existence!
"Hey!"
Something was touching my shoulder trying to complain to the golden dolls.
Turn around and there's the golden doll.
No, this looks different somewhere.
Overall, the glow is dull.
It was as if the paint was peeling everywhere, and there was even a spot that didn't shine at all.
"Player Name Fina and Confirmation, Starting Space-Time Shift"
"What?"
Did something burst right in front of you?
I turn around, swallowed by the running of light.
There was a figure of Keith kneeling on the ground.
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"Shit!"
Grandpa rolled me to the ground, and when I got up, now it's a demon god kick!
I managed to block it with both arms, but the damage I took was huge.
No, to paralyze the whole arm more than that.
And heavy.
Can we fight?
Fight!
We also know that the status is abnormal without confirmation.
Can you afford some soma liquor?
For some reason, there is.
The reason is simple.
Because the demon god is fighting my grandfather because my movements have stopped.
To temporarily eliminate me from the battlefield to fight Grandpa, I kicked him.
That there was no pursuit would be proof of that.
The Leviataine I had in my hand was broken and no more.
If Grandpa had pressed me, he would have been slaughtered and killed, naturally.
What are we gonna do?
You can calmly grind your anger and madness from the beginning.
But to do so, anger and madness had already swelled greatly.
I can't contain it.
There is a shackle in the name of reason.
That wasn't weird anymore, whenever I bounced.
Strength falls out of your whole body.
Let's leave ourselves to anger.
Let's leave ourselves to madness.
Let's not even think about it anymore.
Keep it flowing.
Keep it flowing.
Just slaughter.
Kill him!
As instinct commands, let's try to kill him.
Who?
Your body already understands that.
I don't want to think about it.
Strangely enough, I can see that only the intent to kill is sharpened.
From the surrounding landscape, the colors disappeared completely.
The reason that barely remained presents the question.
That'll blow up soon, too.
Okay, let's kill him.
I dare you to let go of consciousness.
"KYYYYYYYYYYYYY!"
Somewhere the beast is roaring.
Is that anger being praised there?
Or would it be madness?
Sounds sad for some reason.
You can't possibly see why.
I already stopped thinking.
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"What's this?
I was standing on that scene, where Keith was fighting.
But I can't intervene.
The hand you tried to touch Keith will stay permeable!
The surrounding landscape is odd too.
The same mirrored world.
It is the starry sky that fills the sky.
There were two giant nebulae overlapping!
"What the hell is this?
"You should watch Keith fight. His choices set the course for your world."
"Statuted?
"Yes, I have laid down. We've already come to that conclusion."
When Keith gets up, he rushes away with great momentum!
Ahead is a big man and a small old man with a fierce offense.
Which one is Keith going to attack?
But I also wondered what the golden doll said about slapping me on the shoulder.
What do you mean, the world's coming back?
"Who are you? And what the hell is this?
"It would be healthy to question. I hope so from the beginning."
"What?"
"Your name was Fina. Listen to me. It's all too late. It's too late."
"I don't know. What the hell are you talking about?
You don't have to talk about what happened in your world anymore.
"About the nucleus?
"It is also but a fragment of the event." Look. "
Multiple virtual windows expand around.
What the hell am I supposed to show you?
"What's this?
"The choice was made. Here's the result."
What the hell are you looking at through the screen, what?
It was such a sight, with the destruction of the familiar capital.