The Tutorial Is Too Hard

The demon that was giving me the stinky token was an old demon named Mahafa.

“I don't need that. Put it back. ”

“Yes, yes. ”

You put the token back in your pants and turned your gaze away from the whining Mahafa.

I'm ashamed and dirty.

The streets are crawling with dead demons.

Given the power each of those demons possesses or the panic attacks, I thought this place really was hell.

The protagonist who created hell was drunk with blood and singing.

I couldn't understand the meaning of the song lyrics.

The language of knowledge skills before Babel is not interpretable, or the meaning of the lyrics is unclear.

“Father.”

[Auboots, warrior!]

As I called out my name, I grabbed the handle of the sword that flew away like a puppy.

The hilt of the sword sticks with the blood of demons.

I didn't feel any discomfort.

Slaughtering demons was an individual's will and action, but it was me who wielded it.

“Keep your head down, it's too much. ”

You open the inventory and throw the sword in your hand.

The sword was thrown into the inventory and screamed, but ignored.

“Ceresia, do you know anything about the God of Perforation? ”

[Yes, I know a little because the bridge of the Empire was the Church of Perforation for the God of Perforation.]

Ceresia replies:

Surprisingly.

Recently, there have been fewer and fewer Serbians.

I was not a talkative person before, but I always participated in the conversation and listened to others, and I wanted to say what I wanted to say until then was the type of person who could relax.

Recently, however, it has become more frequent that you do not participate in the conversation at all and do not respond as if you are thinking about something else.

I asked without much expectation, but this time I was fortunate enough to answer.

“Is the God of Perforation an evil god? ”

[Not even the Evil Lord. You have to think of it as a neutral deity, and I don't mean to be presumptuous about God, but the God of Perforation is not a god of good and evil. Rather than that, you're a God of position.]

God cares about location.

In the name of perforation, does the God of perforation want to reign over all things?

The Imperial God put a sword on the Emperor to punish the Emperor's arrogance.

The Demon King appeared as an enemy on the 26th floor stage and was arrogant enough to look down on his enemies and summoned people like bugs.

The Perforated God was the one who wanted to take the Sword to the warrior and subdue him.

It was a reasonable guess.

Blessed by the God of Perforation, the sword was too cruel and it was also connected to the need for someone else's blood.

Fear resulting from excessive violence and cruelty is the most effective means of crushing and standing on top of others.

I told her what I thought.

[You're not going to be very wrong. Of course, the interpretation of God is different from theologian to theologian, and generalized evaluations like this can provoke great opposition to the congregation, so don't speak carelessly in front of others.]

While you were talking to Sergia about the perforated god, Mahafa spoke with me, putting the token back somewhere.

“Well, if you don't need a token, well, what do you want……. ”

What do I want with this poor devil trembling?

Information only.

“I need to ask you something. ”

There was one question I had when I came across the rooms.

All the demons who could answer this question were terrified and refused to answer my questions.

Instead of answering my questions, they chose to faint or hope for mercy.

“Coming through the rooms of the Kragor group, I noticed that there were a few demons imprisoned in each room. ”

Like the Devil Mahafa in front of you.

“As I understand it, the rooms here are essential for survival, and the value of them is very high. And as there's a finite number of people in that room, it's a waste to keep someone locked up in that room. I'd rather be banished or killed. But there must be a few demons in the rooms of the group I've been in. ”

As I continued, Mahafa turned to death.

This is the face I saw every time I asked this question.

“Why the hell were you locked up here? ”

Mahafa, who had heard my question as expected, was confused with the symptoms of extreme anxiety.

Usually by now, I gave up, but this time I really wanted to hear the answer.

It took me a little time to calm down the Mahafa.

* * *

It was only after repeatedly promising not to hurt Mahafa that he could calm down.

And I could hear the answer to my question.

The answer was no more than I thought.

“So you're using a living demon as a token chest. ”

“Yes…. The group forcefully retrieves tokens like me from demons that have no ointment if they have a token to keep. until one day you need those tokens. ”

The acquired token cannot be retrieved until the devil who acquired it has died.

If you need a token, you can kill the imprisoned devils and have them spit it out again.

They're like livestock.

No, it's worse.

Tokens are very difficult to store because of their nature and importance.

They are traded at very high value, and it is easy to steal them because they can leave this space as soon as they collect 1,000 pieces.

If the demons who are leading the group keep the tokens, they pose a risk of raid and assassination.

You'll be the primary target of enemies who want tokens.

The solution to these problems is to let a few demons keep all of the group's tokens, then lock them up and keep an eye on them.

“I heard that most tokens can only be traded once at a time. What are they used for? ”

I asked if it was used for diplomacy or commerce between groups.

“Well, sometimes... demons don't stay in the first round, but they want to go up. ”

Mahafa glanced at me as he spoke.

Yeah, like me.

“Such demons usually slaughter all demons visible from the beginning. So the group is going to contact them and hand them a large amount of tokens and get them out of the primary quadrant as soon as possible. ”

So it's convenient to send those who are disrupting the ecosystem quickly.

I solved my question.

There was only one question.

Then, how many tokens does this Mahafa hold in total?

There must be a reason why the demons who have heard my question are just afraid without any answers.

Because it seemed to them that I was slaughtering all the demons I could see for the tokens, they couldn't answer my question.

As soon as I answer, I might kill them for their tokens.

Instead of asking about the number of tokens Mahafa has, he asked you to put everything he knows on the map.

After summarising what Mahafa had taught me, I took another step.

Mahafa caught me trying to leave the room.

“Hey, there……. ”

I don't know what it is, but I have a favor to ask of you.

Given a lot of information, I thought it would be okay to listen to it.

“Tell me. What's going on?" ”

“Can you... protect us?" ”

Mahafa points to some demons who are still unconscious and himself.

“Kragor's group has been massacred, but if they find out about our survival in another group, they will try to capture us for the tokens. Please... help us... ”

Yo means to protect you.

I thought about it for a moment and shaken my head.

“Sorry. That's all. ”

Too much hassle.

Hanging off the Mahafa, I left the room and started walking.

The new destination is the headquarters of the Alphon Group.

The Olfon Group is a group that currently establishes and virtually controls the area.

Since all the other groups are allies of the Olfon Group, it is certain that the Olfon Group is the largest group in the first-election area.

You can get all the tokens you want with just one stroke.

[Brave.]

Suddenly, Serena summoned me.

“Oh, why. ”

[I have one concern I'd like to share in advance.]

“What is it?”

I was worried there might be a risk I wasn't aware of.

But what she said was completely different from what I expected.

[Soon I may not be able to talk at all.]

Soon I could understand her words.

It means she can't talk at all because she can't talk any less.

But I didn't understand why.

[I don't know exactly, but my ego is fading. You are becoming more conscious as a warrior's sword than you are as a sergeant. It's getting slower and less aware of anything other than combat. When you talk, you can't focus well on conversations that are not combat-related.]

What are you talking about?

[Like a stone or a tree, or like a sword. I'm actually a sword now, aren't I?]

Serenia is silent in the end.

I tried calling her several times, but she didn't come back.

I paused for a moment because I was embarrassed.

I tried to understand her words, but I pulled the sword out of my inventory.

The sword, who was briefly grumbling about what he had put into his inventory, heard what Cencia had said and replied:

[Don't think too hard. It's the process of becoming a sword. In fact, isn't Miss Ceresia the sword now?]

“No, you're a sword, but you're a good talker. ”

[I'm Ego Sword. In contrast, Miss Ceresia was artificially possessed by the sword shortly after her death. So there's a difference.]

“So you won't be able to speak or recognize yourself forever? ”

Well, wouldn't that be up to you? If Miss Ceresia wants to preserve the human mind, she can be just like me. If you're confused, you can continue with some combat advice or simple answers. However, Miss Ceresia was satisfied with herself as a sword. That's a little unsettling.]

I thought it was a little crazy.

It was ridiculous. It was weird.

A man possessed by a sword, lost Izzie, becomes a sword?

It was a little strange, even for Cedria, who said she wished she'd been born with a sword from the beginning.

[It's not very strange. Most spirits possessed by the Black Wizards go through this process.]

“What are the usual outcomes? ”

[How? Normally, the mind breaks down and loses itself. And as they stabilize, they live forever craving only what the magician whispered. Ordinary swords, cursed rings, etc. are made that way.]

I heard that the corpse explains the birth story of the corpse, and I quickly understood it.

That's how it's gonna be.

Serena shouldn't be like her brother.

I'm worried.

After completing this stage, ask Kirikiri for advice.

Personally, I'm very fond of her.

She looked a lot like me.

from the way you think and taste to the way you behave.

My time with her was comfortable and familiar.

I wonder if I will be able to live with someone similar to me in the future.

However, there was definitely something different between her and me.

Ceresia conformed to the fate of being someone else's sword, and was pleased with it.

There was such a difference.

If I was in her shoes, would I be able to do the same?

If I did, I'd be the one to die.

Rather than rebel against my master and try to kill him.

Thinking about it, it was not so different from my current position.

I had fun thinking about it.

Cedria and I, the Sword, were considered to be three swords of different will.

I decided to think a little more constructive than self-condescending.

I didn't want to be an instrument of the gods.

I don't even know what they want me to do.

So I valued my goals and my will.

But I have two swords tied to my waist that hold their will.

Unless willingness is what it takes to not be a tool.

Unless I can prove that Orloth is keeping my own will as a tool.

What more can I get?

I came up with some answers.

They may not all be the right answers, and there will be many answers that I haven't found yet.

But if you fill them out one by one, you'll get all the answers one day.

I thought so.

You feel a powerful wave of magical power as you try to organize your thoughts and take another step.

A clear magic circle appears on the ground.

A space distortion appeared on top of it, and a demon appeared shortly.

I had used it with Cedria before, so it was quick to notice.

A teleport sorcerer.

As the wobbly magic slowly stabilizes, a young man appears above the magic circle.

It was the Devil.

Powerful and fierce, ominous and massive Magi.

It was the first real demon I'd ever met here.

My head had been cleared up before.

Waiting for the summoned demon to finish preparing.

After a while, the demon rushes at me or opens its mouth instead of using magic.

“You've finally stopped. Olphone wants to see you. I'm gonna need you to come with me, rookie. ”