The Tutorial Is Too Hard

[Did you expect?]

Ceresia asked.

Predicted?

Of course, I didn't expect it.

The variables that I did not even consider popped up, rather than expect.

First I had to admit that I misjudged the god of hope.

When it comes to personality, the most important thing is that subject.

Like the God of Perforation, I must reign over all beings to have a sense of self-assurance.

Like the God of Light, there are some gods who like to bang, burst, and sparkle all the time.

I thought the god of hope belonged to the former.

He pushed others into despair and thought of them as gods who would receive the hope they crave.

So I didn't anticipate it.

The situation was unilateral until just now.

This imaginary world, created by the god of hope to dig a trap, became a prison to keep the god of hope from escaping.

The difference in combat strength was overwhelming.

Apart from the total amount of power I had, the god of hope left behind me in compressing that power to produce physical strength.

The subordinates summoned by the god of hope were also useless.

No matter how united the rain is, it is like dust in front of the rain.

Similarly, the ambiguous personalities that did not reach above some level did not pose any threat to me.

My victory seemed almost certain.

On the contrary, the God of Hope seemed dark in color.

Such a desperate situation caused the god of hope to have a strong desire for hope.

The more desperate the situation, the more desperate the enemy becomes, and the greater the hope.

You can call it faith.

vastly amplified.

Finally, the god of hope handed the power over wholly to his apostle.

I misjudged that, too.

I didn't care much about the fake guy.

I thought it was a failure or a half done by the god of hope.

You've been preparing so much to scratch my nerves, you kicked my tongue.

So I was satisfied with the roughly overwhelming, even though I had a chance to clean up.

I'm gonna take it back and run some tests.

But that fake, modeled after me on the 17th floor, is deeply deluded by the enormous power given by the God of Hope.

I couldn't handle the power, my body burst, and I wasn't consumed by it.

It looked abnormal.

The power at the tip of that fake sword is the power that condenses the amplified power of the god of hope into its one hand.

If you want to blow it up, even the sun will blow away. If you want to cut and stab, you will not be able to endure any self-esteem.

It was not the power of a mortal who failed to ascend.

No, it wasn't an insurmountable force, even with my personality.

That fake must have been prepared just for this moment.

[Our idea wasn't so special.]

Ceresia said.

I've prepared Sergia for a battle with character.

After all, it was a battle between the morals returning to the physical struggle, so I thought it was the most powerful method of combat to wield the concentrated force to the extreme.

I prepared something like a god of hope.

Difference is, I raised my weapon, Ceresia, to the point where the God of Hope handed her power over to a fake.

I heard a squeal in my ear.

On a summer night, it was an annoying sound like a fly hovering in the ear while sleeping.

[They set a trap for each other, but I was more prepared, wasn't I?]

The god of hope asked.

I hate you so much.

But I had to admit to myself.

I've been preparing for a long time.

Against my character.

But I did not expect that any god would have anticipated a conflict with me and prepared for this.

[Do you know the great nature of hope?]

Maybe now he's trying to teach me a lesson in hopefulness.

The god of hope exclaimed excitedly, thinking that he had completely reversed the situation.

[I'm staying until the end.]

[Humans who have always tried to escape hope, and have always been ashamed of themselves, I can tell you now. Hope breeds will, but the power that blindness brings to hope is more powerful than ever.]

As soon as the god of hope stopped chattering, he swung his sword toward the air like a fake lightning bolt.

The force that seemed unrealistic to me came out, and by doing so, a hole was drilled into the underworld.

The god of hope flies through that hole like a shot.

That's ridiculous.

Is that a simple physics drill?

This is an underworld developed by the god of hope himself.

It is covered with the seals of Ceresia.

However, just by shooting out the condensed mystical force and crashing it into a hole.

The Goddess of Hope was eccentric.

You scratch my insides with big words, and you barely run away from what you're doing.

[Yong Na.]

Yong-yong was called.

[Yes, can I help you?]

Yong was still a lively voice.

The dragon said that he would help me and smiled.

Thanks to this, I was able to calm down a little while while boiling annoyed.

I only missed it once.

If only I could catch him later and let him pay for his share until today.

[No, it's okay. I'll take care of it.]

[Okay.]

[Take your uncle and wait. And if this room explodes and there's going to be damage, can you move it somewhere else?]

Where's Dad?

[I'm going to skip the rush.]

The swinging of the fake assault just shook the seal.

When we fought, the underworld itself collapsed, and the aftermath of that could be catastrophic.

The aftermath was different from that at Antarctica.

Just a little spill will destroy the Earth.

It was not the preferred outcome.

[All right!]

Yong-yong, who answered forcefully, took Hotch away.

I sent it out, but it felt a little empty as dragons and hoches disappeared.

The fake was still looking at me.

The disappearance of my party doesn't seem to have any effect on him.

He didn't even seem to shake the fact that the god of hope had left him.

He was definitely a completely different guy.

If I had been in his situation, I would have put a knife in the back of the god of hope as soon as I got power.

There was a big difference in internal, not just power and ability.

Like Hotch, I was only sharing my past memories, but it was right to be apart from me.

The fake was still staring at me, eager to prepare for a brawl.

It was amazing.

In the meantime, it seems that Orloth is focusing on me, the opponent.

The power that the fake was wielding was a force that did not fit into its own fountain.

Even the slightest disturbance will cause the fake to burst, decompose, and be swallowed up and die.

Even if you fight back with all your might, you will die.

Nevertheless, the madman remains in perfect concentration, as if he had no choice but to kill me.

His head's a little empty.

Not enough to be a god.

I didn't want to be able to use him as a weapon and as a tool.

Vaccine gods weren't so crazy about me back then.

[I'm disappointed.]

Ceresia said.

Is it inappropriate to praise the opponent as a weapon?

“Of course, I'm no better than Cedria. ”

[That's correct.]

Pic smiles at her satisfied voice.

The fake opened its mouth, either reacting to the smile or keeping it tight.

“I will be real. ”

Who told you that?

He's a freak.

I asked him.

“Hey, don't you have speed? God of hope just abandoned you. ”

“The God of Hope has created a situation for me. I waited only for this moment. ”

I think so.

It may come out in many ways, but it won't be the same in nature.

Rather, he looks more like me than Hotch.

“Have you ever thought about looking for something other than me? ”

“ ……. ”

The fake whispered, but did not say anything.

You didn't think.

Just like I did.

“Have you searched for anything other than your goals? ”

“What……? ”

I found it.

There were dragons and hoches waiting for me outside.

There are inspirations, grandmothers, and my followers on the 61st floor.

There is Kim Min-hyuk who is working diligently in Seoul, and Park Jung-ah who will remain in the tutorial and be annoyed.

And here's Cecilia.

[That's correct.]

Ceresia said in a satisfied voice again.

On the contrary, the fake face that was staring at me rotted away more and more.

For a moment I thought of a memory I would share with him.

“What about Jeong?”

“… Jeong Ah? ”

“Park Jung. ”

The fake still sticks to the crumpled face.

“Who is that? ”

There was a memory that was lost in the process.

The visions on the 17th floor have memories like mine.

Perhaps some memories were erased or distorted by the god of hope.

“I don't need anything else. In the end... it has to be real. Otherwise, it's just meaningless. I will be real. ”

In the fake eyes of a madman who repeats the same words, there was clearly madness.

I could understand.

Idi, the inspiration and the grandmother had the same concerns, and I watched the worries next to her.

And I've been thinking the same thing.

“I will be real! ”

The fake raised all the power given to him at once.

The fake was aiming for a fight.

It was the right decision.

The gap between me and a fake makes me a prerequisite just for a little time.

As there was no difference in the total amount of power, it was the right decision to fight with all your strength at once.

But that's the story of when it's possible.

The fake couldn't handle the aftermath.

All that power, and when it collides, that fake will die.

Win or lose.

I was able to understand the fake word that it would become real a little more.

The god of slowness was so flattered about me at that time.

It was a moth that wanted to catch fire.

It was remarkably true.

Without even realizing how bright he was shining, the moth began to rush towards me with power.

“I'm real! ”

It was shining so brightly, but it was not that sad.

I was able to empathize with that feeling because I remembered me in the past.

“Yes, I will make a fire for you. ”

I ran into a fake.

* * *

“What's going on? ”

Hotch asked.

When things got weird, Yong Yong took Hotch and escaped from the underworld.

Lee Ho-jae also didn't seem to have enough time to care for them, and he ran away without hesitation because he knew that Hoch would only be a burden to himself.

In the end, there was also confidence that Lee Ho-jae would come back to clean up the situation.

So I had just taken Joon-suk out of the subspace until now and was looking at the outside of the underworld.

The underworld you see outside is covered in a black hemisphere.

While looking at it, the Black Hemisphere begins to crumble.

It looked like an aluminum can melting and twisting in heat.

용용이 saw its appearance and began to rush into power.

Hotch grows serious and is silent by his side.

After a while, the black hemisphere diminishes in shape, and soon it completely disappears.

“The power that was hovering inside was too strong, so I sent it to another place before it got out. ”

“Hojay?”

Yong-yong was silent for a while.

Hotch didn't want to, but he had to challenge dragon's answer.

“Yong Yong Ah.”

용용이 was the expression of panic.

A face that even looks like crying makes Hotch even more nervous.

“I thought my dad could get out in time.... ”

“But?”

“I don't think I can get out.... ”