The Tutorial Is Too Hard

[The first trial is to endure 24 hours in this room.]

[The second trial is to fight me for 10 minutes to survive.]

Look how crazy I am.

It's not unusual from the first trial.

Even if the senses are paralyzed in this space, the magical senses can be maintained.

If you think that, it might not be that hard....

Magical power is consuming too quickly.

[He is also a characteristic of this space.]

How long can my horsepower last?

Four hours? Maybe a little more.

And for the remaining twenty hours, all senses must be paralyzed and trapped in a world where there are only accidents.

A world where you can't see, hear and feel.

Even the sense of time must be paralyzed.

It's more like a state-of-the-art torture lockup that drives people crazy than a trial.

[But there will also be what is gained through that process.]

Let's save as much magic as we can for now.

As I recall, I suppressed the release of magical powers immediately.

To the extent that I can only perceive parts of my body.

You don't have to be sensing that state.

He just made it clear he wasn't gonna attack me.

He is more powerful than me.

The second trial will be a problem again.

It's too strong.

Too much.

Before the challenge, bending is undesirable, but this time the results are too obvious.

It is definitely impossible to defeat the state and win.

We have to do our best to hold out for 10 minutes.

[So I can start the first trial, right?]

The first trial.

Can I get a reward instead of prolonging my time?

[Reward? Tell me first. Listen and think.]

Give me that technique instead of 48 hours.

[What technology?]

The way you're talking to me now.

He thought about it for a moment and replied.

[Yes. If you endure the trial for 48 hours, you are qualified. You may revise the content of the trial at any time. If you are satisfied with giving up your reward and enduring the trial for 24 hours, feel free to speak up. Then I shall begin.]

No, wait.

Do you mind if I take a pill?

[Hmm. First I have to ask you what kind of medicine it is. Potions that directly affect horsepower recovery cannot be ingested.]

No, it's not like that.

It keeps you from pooping.

[What pills?]

Drugs to keep the shit out.

[…….]

It is not a crude drug that artificially causes constipation in the intestine.

These kinds of drugs are treated as poisons, so they do not work because of my Poison Resistance skills.

This is an imaginary drug that dissolves those that are present in the intestine.

It could be some kind of enema.

Instead of throwing it out, it completely disappears in the gut.

[This is embarrassing.]

No, this is important.

You have to endure 48 hours of numbness in this place.

In this room, I don't feel like I'm missing shit or not.

48 hours, tops.

I'm telling you, 100 percent poop.

[It's okay to eat. No, I want to ask you. Please eat it.]

I took the medicine out of my inventory with my attorney's permission.

As soon as they were swept up on the 12th floor, they sought advice from Kirikiri and bought them.

Prices are tremendous.

[Wait, there are two pills?]

One is for bladder use.

[… Okay. Eat.]

[Now, sit down and get started.]

* * *

For the first few hours, it was just fine.

I was able to observe my body while turning my magic, and I spent time meditating calmly.

What I cared most about during this time was the distribution of magic.

To survive as long as possible, I conserved my magic and tried to use it as efficiently as possible.

But soon I ran out of magic.

I decided not to use the remaining magical power to prepare for the first trial.

From then on, the trials began.

With no senses left, only my thoughts existed in the world.

Rather than being unable to feel the senses of my body, I felt like I lost my body and only had a soul left to make the world rich.

I felt the overwhelming horror.

I felt surprisingly pleasant from that horror.

Are you insane?

As the Lord has said, it will be a precious experience.

Maybe it's a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

When the touch was paralyzed in room 30, he likened the senses of that time to being underwater.

It was not much different this time.

A little different, not just underwater, like something you would have felt before you were born…….

Before I came out of one life.

If death is called death, can life also be called death?

One thing is for sure, this feeling that I'm feeling right now is really reminiscent of death.

The only way to prove that I'm alive and not dead is by myself, repeating over and over again.

At some point, I felt like the accident was slowly slowing down.

Feels like I'm slowly sinking into the deeper ocean.

The accident calmed down and became heavy.

It was cozy.

The day after the night, I felt the sensation of falling asleep in real time, which is how I felt when I lay in bed to sleep.

[Is it worth it?]

I feel like someone's pouring cold water while I'm sleeping.

I'm sober.

To be honest,

That's offensive.

[Usually. But this is also my role. It is my job to talk to the challenger so that the challenger sinks completely down there during the trials and never comes back.]

Is there ever a time when you can't come back?

[A lot. A lot compared to the number of challengers who made it this far. If you have passed the previous trials by the law, seven times out of ten you will not return.]

Can't we just get him out of this room?

[It's not that easy. The ritual that sank down once is difficult to come up on its own. And if you can't get yourself up there, somebody's got to get you out. A person who is worthy of that is usually...]

Normal?

[Maybe God.]

Hmm…….

So you're supposed to be talking to me for 48 hours?

[Yes, not exactly 48 hours. The time has passed since the trials began. Oh, I can't tell you about the passage of time.]

More than that.

Do you have 48 hours to talk?

[Of course. Do you know how long I've been doing this? I can tell stories like that for over a week, if you want.]

You're chatty.

[Hahaha.]

I'm sorry, but we're done talking.

I feel like I can feel something.

Now I want to concentrate on meditation.

Interesting. That's okay. Keep meditating. My voice is just the sound of wind coming from afar.]

[Which story should we start with... Yes, let's talk about the essence of nothingness. You have a very different opinion of us. Listen, I think the "nothing"...]

[Meditation acquired.]

* * *

I'm sure.

You put a finger on it, you put a finger on it, you put money on it.

If I'm going to struggle, I'll have to think about it.

Anyway, I'm sure.

48 hours has passed!

[I didn't pass.]

Damn it.

It was expected that the time sensation would be paralyzed.

But I didn't know it was going to be like this.

What is the speed of human thinking?

It's a question I haven't even thought about.

And what kind of change does the speed of the accident make in this particular environment?

There may be characteristics in this space that directly affect the speed of the accident.

[Ho, sharp. By the way, do you know who has the sharpest deduction in our temple? Immediately…….]

There are two clues to predicting the flow of time in this space.

I am the voice of my own accident and the Lord's words.

The problem is that it is not an ambassador through the mouth.

The Lord conveys his will to me through the power of God.

It is difficult to judge the time flow through the speed of the cautionary tale.

And what if, in this space, my thinking accelerated?

If only I could remember the story of the Lord of the Ring from beginning to end in less than five seconds.

Or faster.

Ugh, this is the worst.

How long has it been since the trials began?

It may have been 47 hours and 59 minutes.

But maybe it's only been six hours.

[That's right. I'm heading for one of many answers. Think about the topic more.]

This numbing ordeal eventually masked the passage of time.

Maybe I will experience the endless flow of time indirectly for 48 hours.

Infinite time flow.

It's not surprising that I came up with this immediately.

Because this is the concept of a slow god.

A time traveler and deliverer following an endless time stream.

Thinking of the slow god, I thought of the adventurer god too.

Two gods that look similar at first glance.

The two gods have an entirely opposite orientation in the two most important elements.

Courses and Outcomes.

The slow god wants the process of a deliverer who cannot be shaken or blocked.

Adventure God wants to think in reverse, overcome again in the process of failure, and move forward.

The slow god wants a process that repeats endlessly as a result.

Adventure seeks an end that yields clear fruit through the process.

In summary, the point of the slow god…….

There are many areas similar to the values of these monks who are followers of the Duelling God.

One difference is that an opponent must be present because of the nature of the duel, and therefore respect the opponent in front of them greatly.

But given that their martial arts focus on perfecting their martial arts rather than interacting with the opponent, they also have similar values as the slower gods.

[Huh, amazing. The God of Duels said it was the right answer. That's the answer I didn't know. God of slowness. I've never heard of him, actually.]

Unfortunately, the incident with the Slow God and the Adventure God was cut off here.

There were no more clues to continue the incident.

I stopped reasoning and began to look at myself again.

I turned my back on it.

From the earliest memories I can remember to the present memories.

I remembered and remembered.

Interestingly, when I think back from the beginning, I recall a memory that I had never thought of before.

Even the memories that I had remembered a few times before could be remembered from a whole new perspective.

More than a dozen times, after more than a hundred times of recall, my happiness and sadness could be seen from the perspective of a third party.

[Meditation acquired.]

[Magic Circuit obtained.]

* * *

I'm running out of magic.

Completely depleted.

I even used up the tiny amount of magical power I had stored up like seed money.

Damn it, how am I supposed to fight him like this?

They won't even let me drink magic potions.

As the last burrow disappeared, once again, fear and anxiety seeped into my mind.

I was curious about the safety of my body that was completely numb.

Do I sit well now?

Do you think he'll stand?

Do you want me to lie down?

Where is it?

I'm not sure if he's still sitting in the middle of the room.

Maybe it's right in front of me and it's looking at me...

With a terrifying feeling, I realized one fact that I had overlooked.

I can't hear the Lord's voice from any moment.