The Tutorial Is Too Hard

[24th, 7th, 16: 40]

“You can't sleep. ”

I sat next to him and asked the chattering knight.

“Well, I can't sleep. It's been a long day. ”

“What else do you usually start talking about? I'm going to sleep.”

I stopped the knight from bringing out the rush of a new story as if it were natural.

The stubbornness was now astonishing.

Someone was sitting seriously, closing their eyes and concentrating, and some of them were being so persistent and annoying.

“I've been through a lot, but I can't sleep because I haven't done it yet. Maybe it's just watching you get fat. ”

Why wouldn't he do something like this?

After all that I've been through, I still make fun of him.

Moreover, he was beaten when he came at me.

I gave up my focus and decided to listen to what the knight wanted.

“What do you want to talk about? Don't spin it. Talk fast. I don't have time.”

The knight has a lot to say, but he knows what other people think of him.

So, when others don't like to talk, they are silently stuck in a corner.

I had seen him on the 16th floor before.

This knight is bothering me too much not just because he's bored, but because he has something to say to me.

On the contrary, the knight scratches his back for a moment and says,

“It's over, right? ”

“What are you talking about? ”

“Th-the Doppelgänger or this dungeon has other dangers left. ”

What are you talking about?

“Why did you think that? ”

“It seems you're preparing for battle, no matter what. ”

If you knew that, you should have kept quiet without interrupting me.

“But you didn't seem to tell the others, and you weren't alert. But it certainly felt like you were getting ready for battle. ”

I've felt it before, but it's got a sharp edge.

There's no use in finding doppelgangers.

“Mindfulness? I felt it. Did I ever tell you I was in a war? I went to the battlefield once as a seed. The most impressive thing at the time was not a wizard who burned the earth, nor a knight who destroyed siege weapons with one sword. an old spearer who was leaning against his shoulder and preparing for battle. ”

It was really annoying, but there was one thing I had to admit.

Anyway, his story is interesting.

If you listen, you will continue to hear the following without thinking:

After coming to the tutorial, I felt more like I had never heard a long story from anyone.

“I felt something special about him before the battle. Until then, I thought preparing for battle was taking something. Swords, swords, armor, and colleagues to stay alive. But what it felt like to him was to throw it away. ”

I think I know what a childhood knight felt about an old soldier.

“It seemed that we had abandoned our fears, abandoned our senses, abandoned our expectations, and focused solely on the phenomenon ahead of us. It wasn't just giving up on the idea of life. I didn't hear it from him personally, but I think he was pulling out all the useless stuff to get a little more attention. ”

It is usually vanity to focus with full strength.

Dying desperately to try is not possible for ordinary people.

Before that, people just die.

Fear makes the brain confused, and in extreme tension, the muscles become rigid.

Senses that need to be a little more sensitive are anesthetized by hormones.

Before the crisis of death, a creature called a human chooses to anesthetize its body instead of overcoming it.

So we need to be prepared.

Ready to throw away everything I have to protect what I have.

Willing to stand in front of that crisis, ready to unleash my power in front of him.

“Don't worry. ”

“Yes?”

“There's no danger of showing up here. ”

The knight gives a look at what it means.

I didn't intend to answer the verse.

“Now really go back to sleep. ”

This time, he picked up the hammer that was next to him and said,

The knight returns to his seat at a time.

I should have done this earlier.

The sense of the hammer sack in your hand is clear.

I wish I could take this.

During this time, crisis has been experienced on a daily basis.

I have seen stronger enemies, more enemies, and I have experienced many situations where I cannot escape from them.

But those crises no longer showed me death.

After my growth became a trajectory, the crises became a platform for my growth, but they did not become a wall in my path.

But this time it was different.

‘Fight. ’

I remember the request that Kirikiri gave me with a unique tone.

The first thing Kirikiri learned about the 35th floor was the 17th floor.

A stage where a vision of you replicating yourself appears as you pass the 17th floor.

I cleared the 17th floor stage in five seconds with nothing because I was the first challenger.

Then what about the 17th floor, which will enter from the 35th floor?

Will I face my visions or will I just go on like before?

The answer to my question was this:

We can't win. Don't fight.

I could tell by the answer.

On the 17th floor, I meet my visions.

It takes me 136 hours to get to the 17th floor.

It is 16 hours even after 5 days.

It was practically impossible to keep up with the growth that I had built up from the first floor to the 17th floor during that time.

So that's what Kirikiri would have advised.

Some set-points of the stage are not present on the 35th floor.

On the 17th floor, there will be no setting for my vision to defeat an enemy in front of me.

As if I didn't have the option to kill the visions to get to the next floor.

‘Don't fight.’, ‘I can't win.'

It was a saying that I could not answer that I knew.

I felt a fluctuation in the space.

It was a sensation I had never felt before, but I could tell what it was.

It's the sensation of my body moving to another space.

The nerves that had become sharpened were catching even the feeling that had never been noticed before.

My body, trapped in a dungeon cave, was moved into a stone chamber in a temple I had visited before.

With the new surrounding landscape, my senses sensed something new.

It was a life infiltrating through the sweat hole of the skin, a speculation that made the body heavy just by watching it, and a frenzy that spread throughout this space.

And there was a vision with a face on the same body as mine, exhaling that fierce energy.

[24th, 7th, 17: 00]

17th floor stage.

Again, there was no message to appear at the same time.

There's no reason to kill me in that vision.

I had no reason to kill that vision.

But look at him.

That maniac smiling like he was very good with a long sword when he saw me.

What makes you think you don't have to fight?

The reason why the visions were pleasant was clear.

I'm just excited.

It's been a long time since I've been here.

In the crisis of death.

I didn't really like that smile with my head turned, but I decided not to be flawless because something similar would be hanging from my mouth.

I got up from my seat instead.

I didn't say anything.

About someone you unexpectedly met.

and that they're sharing the same face.

Without a doubt, they just declared each other dead and accepted it.

I had a vision of taking my first steps toward it, unfolding what I had prepared.

The hidden magic around me unfolded at once, and a series of magical and magical explosions took place in the space between me and my visions.

I couldn't feel a single handful of noise.

There was a powerful explosion that paralyzed my hearing, but my vision pierced everything.

This is the expected behavior pattern.

The error was condensed and diverted into the welcome straight path.

It was kind of a grenade ball.

In the wavelengths of magical power, the illusion does not make a sideways or backward bypass.

Blinking.

The body of the vision disappeared for a moment and resurfaced.

My fist fell from the pre-read position, and my fist punched me in the face of the vision.

As the thick, condensed magic breaks, the body of the vision flies away.

* * *

Oh, fuck.

I had to mutter my insides while avoiding the blade passing by the tip of my chin.

I kicked the welcome abdomen as it was.

The vision rather tried to grab my leg, but the flow of magic spinning around my ankle would not allow it.

I opened the distance and screamed.

“Hey, you son of a bitch! This is a little harsh! ”

My blood is distorted just by shouting loudly.

Exploiting a damn soul.

I feel like my routine is sucked up just by standing still.

More than just fatigue and fatigue, it has a profound adverse effect on horsepower management.

If I do this wrong, I'll get a coin mouth to spin my magic.

Shit, that one's tougher than me.

I didn't want to admit it, but I had no choice.

This was the difference, but I couldn't deny it.

On the 17th floor, I hadn't had a proper crisis in a while.

I dealt with my enemies everywhere.

That vision was unraveling the question, "If there was a great risk to me at the time, how much power would I have?"

The welcome showed that it exceeded my expectations.

That maniac suddenly used magic like the Wind Arrow, and now he's squeezing out a level of error equivalent to what I use.

One consolation is that you have succeeded in deceiving the illusion.

The vision did not fully recognize me.

I would have seen the art of pouring out like water, and I would have guessed the amount of my magical power by looking at its completeness.

Of course, he would have judged that he would have far more magical power than he did.

So the vision chose a short-term struggle, and it was racing relentlessly.

There was a slight increase in the odds.

The amount of magical power I have is less than half the magical power of that vision.

If time had been a little more attractive, the defeat would have been confirmed.

The plate was unfolded.

All you have to do is draw well.

Boom!

The vision has spread the wings of the Tallarian.

My bridge and visions collided.

The surrounding error and error collided and the debris spilled.

You twist, avoiding the debris, and prepare for the next attack.

The biggest weapon I have is information.

I could see how the visions would move.

As expected, the vision burrowed into my arms, pushing the blade, and as I was reading it, I was able to put an elbow in the jaw of the vision.

However, the vision continues to attack, as if there were no hits.

Speed also had a superior vision.

As the visions were aware of it, it was clear they would continue to exploit their right to attack.

I needed a breakthrough.

Something I have, but not a vision of.

Confidence in yourself.

“I'm real, you bastard! ”

Same face, same body, similar skills and habits.

It was obvious that I felt a vision in my struggle with me.

One word, "I'm real," created a little ripple in the greeting.

Of course, the visions weren't hard enough to imagine in battle.

But just a little pause.

The hesitation was so deadly to the visions that they were artificially extracting the error of the hardship they had not reached.

And I didn't miss it.

Kang!

The hallucinations that collided with my class were half-cut.

The remaining half of the vision begins to glow blue.

Shit, I think that thing's gonna blow.

The visions of a bomb that might go off right now were so curious, I had no choice but to stop it.

Boom!

I was temporarily blind to the burning light in front of my eyes, but I couldn't care less about it.

This crazy visionary flashes as he blasts the explosion into his body.

The flashing shifted his body forward, which had to fly backwards.

In the meantime, I felt the movement of a vision of holding a dagger to my neck, grabbing my body that was flying out of the air.

Since I predicted the visions would come after the explosion, I was able to grab the collar of the welcome and put the class on its neck before it was too late.

Phew, crashed to the ground with a shout.

My back was sore.

Me and the visions were laying on the floor.

It felt so dirty being like this with a guy and the same guy as me.

Meanwhile, they put weapons around each other's necks.

“... come down from above me, you son of a bitch. ”

The vision was mounted on top of me, with a blade to my throat.

If my class hadn't been in his neck, he would have slit my throat right now.

There were no evil spirits.

“Bam, bam, bam! ”

The vision spewed blood several times as he tried to speak.

You wield a force that doesn't match the fountain, so the rebound is natural.

If there was a problem, it was all that blood spilled on my face.

What the fuck?

“W-what are you talking about? What do you mean, you're real? ”

At this time, I wasn't sure I was real.

Apart from meeting someone who resembles him, I have always doubted whether he is' real ’.

In the face of the vision, I saw desperation beyond grief and pain.

I understood that feeling better than anyone, but instead of comforting it, I laughed at it.

“Do you know the most crucial difference between you and me? ”

The vision vomited blood before my eyes, and my mouth tasted blood, but I forcefully opened my eyes and smiled greatly.

“What else could it be? ”

I told the visions waiting for my next words without saying anything.

“Longevity. ”

My eyes were still blind.

But it was so obvious.

A sphere of error rotating behind the face of a distorted vision.

The vision should not have given me the time I had originally thought of.

I had to keep moving and push.

That was the right decision.

But the visions just gave me over 10 seconds now.

Then you must die.

“The Heart Blade.”

The blade of error cut off the head of the vision neatly before the vision recognized it.

The severed head fell on my chest.

I roughly discarded it and removed the corpse of the visions that had fallen over me.

The difference between me and the visions was, literally, that much.

There was no difference between me and them.

Oh, there's one more thing.

The vision was defeated, and I was victorious.