The Tutorial Is Too Hard

“Help me! ”

“Please, please, I beg you... ”

“Devil, I was already filling up 35 pieces of paper and writing two more. Please…… ”

Everyone who was told to run started begging for their lives.

The shamans who were flashing from over there came to me, waving their fill of paper and begging me for mercy.

No, I told you to run.

[That's not how he talks. It sounded like I would definitely go after him.]

His father and wife shared their opinions.

I'm just saying it normally.

Father, even if I told you to run away because this place is dangerous, you'd still be scared of these people.

[Yes, you think you're chasing them after you've given them peace of mind.]

Damn it.

These people, by the way, are terrified of demons.

The high shaman feels overwhelmed that he fought against the Sapphire Demon.

Now he's a monster.

[Well, I'm afraid of demons, but maybe they're just afraid of the warriors in front of them.]

Tsk.

Anyway, if we're going to get them away from the tower, we can't just tell them to run.

Now that you've convinced me that I'm the Devil, I have to say it like one.

“If your life is so precious, I'll spare your life. For what it's worth. ”

People said that they would give anything to save me, and that they would do anything if I let them live.

I can't thank you enough for giving me anything.

“Then give your soul. ”

* * *

Those who were told to give their souls closed their mouths in a flash.

To the frozen people, I offered to come under my command if I didn't want to sacrifice my soul.

Some of them were unusual lunatics who were willing to sacrifice their souls, but most of them swore allegiance.

No strings attached, no trust, of course, but that was enough.

I just wanted to send them away anyway.

The detained commanders return to the garrison near the steeple tower and begin their retreat in turn.

Outside the window, there were traces of sand raised by 200,000 soldiers preparing for the Iron Army.

“That's the spell that protects you from the cold? ”

“Yes, it is. ”

Unlike the commanders preparing for the Iron Army, the shamans were holding onto me and casting spells.

Now that I have written all the theories, I was experimenting by applying magic to my body one by one.

If there's anything useful, it might also help in the battle with the indigenous gods.

Spells can do harm to God.

“Here's a spell to make your body flutter. ”

Yeah? Yeah.

“That's weird.”

“What's that? ”

“Why do I feel like the spell I just got is tracking magic... No, it's like a spell with tracking capabilities. ”

I'm a shaman, but I know magic well.

My father and I say that primitive people carry stone axes all the time, but in fact, I've been told that they're wizards even on a magical stage.

I think the spell I just put on my body was used for tracking purposes.

“Th-that can't be.... ”

“Heads up. ”

“Yes.”

The shaman who was trying to play the trick fell on his head, and the shaman who was standing behind came forward.

“Next, please. You try anything like the one in front of you and you're dead. ”

“Yes…. ”

The shaman pulled out strange props in front of me and began chanting the incantation.

I was looking at him calmly, and suddenly the air became heavy.

“Enough.”

“Yes? I still have nothing... …. ”

It wasn't the shaman.

The atmosphere was strange.

The world felt strange.

“Now go down and join the army. Those who were not affiliated will be the best of them. ”

It was time to send the shamans.

“Come on, get down there. ”

The shaman stared at me and began to slip away.

As soon as they leave the top room, they leap down the stairs of the spire.

The room at the top of the spire is quiet again.

[Glug.]

I heard the sound of the source of crying because it was quiet.

I ignored it and turned my gaze back to the window.

Despite the sand dust obscuring the outside, I closed my eyes and expanded my coughs.

Beyond the spire. Beyond the neighborhood where the troops are gathering. Beyond.

The sensation that continued to expand suddenly stopped as if it was blocked by a wall.

And the walls were closing in on the spire.

As the walls approached, my sensation quickly shoved.

It was clear.

The gods were coming.

[Are you really going to do it?]

“Of course.”

I needed experience.

The experience of killing God.

Even though it was a step away from the gods of the vaccine, I needed that experience even if it was just the boss mob that appeared on the stage.

I approached the source lying on the wall.

The source shook its head as I approached.

I wonder what that means.

I thought I told you to stay away.

Maybe the Grand Shaman Izzie is coming back.

It was interesting.

Can torture restore Izzie's lost origin?

I felt sorry that I didn't have time to experiment more.

I put my hand into the open chest of the source.

After a short grope, you can find the source core.

A nucleus that looks a little bit like a bead.

I caught it and pulled it out.

The source was pulled out, and the blisters trembled and died without even making a sound.

But the stage did not fail.

The source of protection is not this monkey-looking monster, but this nucleus in my hand.

If this nuke is not taken, damaged and protected, the stage is not over.

[Khh... I wish the deceased good fortune. Please don't face a demon like you in your next life.]

Whatever the father and father said next to him, I took the nucleus to the entrance.

I put it in my mouth and swallowed it.

It was a bit large to pass through the throat, but nothing caught in the way.

[Why are you eating that shit? Eat when you're hungry, warrior.]

Who eats because they're hungry?

You can't fight with the core from the source, so you put it in your stomach.

Now that I think about it, it's a little weird.

My way of thinking suddenly became like Piccolo.

Piccolo of the Great King Piccolo, not the time of the tourism application.

No force was absorbed or harnessed from the nucleus of the source.

This source was just a replica that appeared for the stage to proceed anyway.

It was a real tutorial stage that showed everything, but there was no strength in the description that the nucleus of this source was a fake.

Of course, the two indigenous gods who are desperately seeking the nucleus of this source are not even aware of that fact.

In that sense, the nucleus of the source of my stomach will also serve to protect me.

The thought of a nuclear meltdown will make you uncomfortable to attack me.

Now the gods are close enough to my vision.

You've probably noticed the shamans downstairs.

In a few moments, ordinary soldiers will be able to see the existence of the gods.

As they approach the spire, the gods suddenly stop approaching.

The two indigenous gods, who have stopped at the center of the spire, begin to unleash their power toward each other.

And so began the battle of the gods.

* * *

Boom!

A huge chunk of ice that was hanging like a flower in the sky exploded.

The world is eclipsed by darkness, repeating itself with blinding light.

Every second, every second.

We repeated all kinds of disasters that we could imagine and disappearing.

Water gushed out from the ground and soared into the sky, and all the moisture evaporated at once.

The evaporated water freezes in the air, and the interior bursts into flames.

Gravity was also strange.

Some soldiers explode under heavy pressure, and some slowly rise into the air and fall back into the air, killing themselves.

It was hard to take a single step forward, and a soldier traveled more than a hundred meters per step, then fell to the ground with his speed.

The room split open, and all sorts of strange things jumped out, and the soldier turned himself into a strange monster.

There were soldiers who were too slow and anxious to wait for their next pulse, and there were soldiers who were too fast to perceive anything in the world.

The quarrel between the gods cannot be defined simply by who attacked and who defended them.

It was destroying the world.

Soldiers run desperately, begging the gods for mercy, but they don't even care about them.

In a way, you can see the power that the gods are wielding is coming from those soldiers.

The power of the gods was the faith of men.

People were being slaughtered by such force.

It was not a good view.

“I feel bad about this, by the way. ”

[What?]

“None of the two native gods are interested in me. ”

It felt like a trophy on the podium.

A trophy that the winner will get in the end.

“I feel bad, very bad. ”

You swing your hand into the air.

The ceiling of the spire and the wall in the top room burst with a bang.

Now it looks cool on the outside.

All the laws of the world were distorting and destroying everything around them, but it had no effect on me.

The gods were not caring for me.

I'm keeping him out of it.

It is the power of the gods to twist the laws of the world and perform miracles without interference.

I call this power dominance.

The power to boil other people's brains and freeze their hearts.

I could handle that power, too.

Very little compared to what the gods are wielding.

This dominance acts as interference when used against others, but when used against me, it served as a defense against others' interference.

Like privacy protection, the gods were unable to intervene directly and physically with me as long as they were in power.

Maybe that's why.

Fighting with those gods can do so much damage around here.

They can't detonate each other.

Instead, it should be detonated and delivered indirectly.

Not being able to interfere with each other.

That was divine.

Interfering directly with others and also preventing others from interfering.

That is why there is a great distance between those who have a personality and those who do not.

We can't fight back.

I'm playing a completely different game.

However, they have the power to exert their power without having to build a personality.

That's where it comes from.

I felt like I knew why the gods of the vaccine hung from their roots, roots, and roots.

The source was not only to raise the ranks of the gods, but also to make it possible for an unbreakable person to capture and kill God.

[Grrrgh!]

Something about four meters flew towards the spire.

Black body and bat wings.

It was easy to recognize.

It looks like an ancient demon who was sealed beneath the capital and fought the Grand Shaman.

[Giggles] Gimme that! Humans! Surrender your power! There has to be......]

Exactly.

I flicked my finger lightly.

It could ignite a spark in the demon's head.

The Devil breathes blue fire through his eyes, nose, and mouth, suffering, and soon he is breathless.

This is all I have.

The degree to which a small flame ignites someone else's body.

There was a bigger, more powerful fire on the 57th floor, but that was because there was a limited gathering of faith on the 57th floor.

My power was still at its limit.

Compared to the two indigenous gods who were overthrowing the world and unleashing all kinds of miracles every moment, they were no different from the lamps in front of the sun.

I needed help to fight the two indigenous gods.

Lending someone else's power was not my taste, but it was worth it this time.

[The god of slowness watches over you.]

[The god of adventure rises in a place of excitement.]

[The God of Duel…….]

[Ninety-nine gods of the vaccine are watching you.]

The gods of the vaccine began to watch over me.

I didn't really care.

It wasn't a day or two.

Instead of wasting my time worrying about it, I decided to proceed with what I had planned.

“Father.”

“Yes.”

The blue orb, the father and father's nucleus, trembles in the air.

The clouds that were burning, frozen and creating strange colors were lifted and bright lights fell down.

To your father and wife.

And with me by your father's side.

[Voting begins.]

[Agree: 96; Disagree: 3]

Votes have been cast.

It's probably a vote to sanction me and my father.

Or the God of Perforation.

Of course, we have a plan.

[Perforated God designates his new Perforated Outboots as apostles.]

[Voting will be nullified as the new Outbooth of the perforated god is appointed as the non-interferable subject and apostle.]

[I'll eat well.]