The Tutorial Is Too Hard

[Caaak!]

The god of hope vomited something.

It was unclean.

It looked like blood.

“Wow, that's amazing. ”

You puke blood like a real human.

No matter how human you are, the essence is the alternative.

I was spewing blood because I was beaten.

The god of hope still retained his human form.

His arm and leg are broken.

Burns lead to skin.

Even though your hair is all burnt.

It was in human form, but it did not look human.

Rather, it looked like something that made me human.

The intention to maintain its appearance seemed more repulsive than the miserable molluscs.

[This is too much!]

The god of hope cried out:

That was absurd.

“Well, who said anything about playing tricks? ”

[That's why you apologized! I also promised you a reward for my apology!]

The god of hope surrendered as soon as I made sure that I would not be affected by the craftsmanship.

Of course I surrendered and attacked the god of hope.

Silician gain was also important, but emotional dissipation was more important.

[This can't be....]

This can't be happening.

God of hope's craftsmanship was certainly surprising.

I used the gaps in my mind to promote some emotions and use them as materials to create a sense of intimidation.

The feeling of intimidation created by my own feelings, not by the power of the god of hope.

It was a kind of intimidation that could not be easily removed.

Rather, it could be more easily shaken because of its personality.

Personality always has to be trapped inside of itself.

However, in my case, it was a little special.

I am very sensitive to the senses such as pressure.

The user directly focuses and gets excited at the target, emitting a feeling of intimidation like a dog facing its prey.

The greater the pressure you feel.

“Ahoy.”

I straightened up the stool that had fallen down and sat down.

Oh, that's great.

The excitement that has not been resolved has become so devastated.

[... Would you do something about this sword if you hit it all?]

The god of hope pointed to Ceresia, which was lodged in the heart.

I thought about it again.

Hit all the Gods of Hope.

At this point, it was concluded that I hit enough.

“Thank you, Cedria. You can go back and rest. ”

I didn't even have to pull it out.

Ceresia herself was plucked from the chest of the god of hope.

He flew in the shape of a sword, tore the place apart and returned to Earth.

[... What did you do to Ego Sword?]

The god of hope, who was staring at the place where Ceresia tore up the space and disappeared, asked in a hollow voice.

What have you done?

Of course I did a lot of things.

I've tried so much.

[Have you ever been stabbed by that Ego Sword? I'll get stabbed if I don't. Clearly full of hatred and vengeance, they're only after the opportunity to stab you.]

The god of hope said.

I just laughed.

That's not gonna happen.

I could assure you.

On the 60th floor, I tried so much with Serena.

Many experiments have been attempted to go further, to become stronger.

It was all sorts of bizarre, disgusting and cruel experiments that I had tried to challenge the limits of my imagination.

There I was always suffering from a shortage.

The sample was too short.

The father and wife were recovered by the god of perforation, and even worse since the frog died naturally.

I was the only one trying experiments on myself and Cedria.

After all, half of the experiments were conducted on cerecia.

Most of the experiments were meaningless, but sometimes they were significant.

At that time, what I was mainly studying was mysticism.

The conflict with the gods seemed inevitable for my goal of getting the tutorial.

How do we get the power of God?

How do we amplify that?

On the contrary, how to fight against the Divine Power.

I always thought about it and found a solution.

Divine power was eventually supplied externally by connections.

The connection was the point.

It was the identity of identity and divinity that connected the empowering believers with the empowered personality.

Kirikiri once explained to me about the body.

The body used by the gods in action was never the whole god.

There could not have been such a concept as the 'body that becomes dangerous if it is harmed' to the existing god, symbolizing an idea or shape.

God was immortal and immortal as long as there were his holy people and those who held his holy place.

In the process of manufacturing the body, there was an experiment that assimilated Ceresia with copies of the father and father.

At that time, I discovered an amazing phenomenon when I tried to assimilate Ceresia, which was already in the ranks of decency, with copies of my father and wife.

The copies of Serbia and some of her assimilated father and wife have been deprived of the power of the perforated god.

It was an amazing phenomenon.

I defined that phenomenon as a contamination of the divine.

Their identity is corrupted by the mere attachment of one personality to another.

In the end, the body, the body, the body, the body, and the apostle who became contaminated and whose identity had been corrupted were not fed by the original holiness.

It was temporary.

However, it was also an astonishing phenomenon that temporarily completely prevented the supply of divine power between the Divine Spirit and the Divine Spirit.

You can't completely obliterate the existence of a god, but you're excellent at controlling the physical body of the god you're dealing with.

Prevents the supply of mysticism by a simple method of embedding Ceresia in the body of the opponent.

It can break the barrier created by the Divine Spirit into pieces and invade the realm of another Divine Spirit.

You could have retaliated against an attack with mystical powers.

It was Sergia, so I was able to do it.

Ceresia herself has become a catalyst for pollution.

It was possible for her to remain a god of the day.

If only she had been a god of faith, given her faith in the others.

Immediately after attempting a fairy tale with another god, both the gods and Ceresia would have been disabled.

However, Serenia, who did not originally possess the faith of others, is not powerless against sacred pollution.

She has no connection to the typewriter.

It was something I couldn't even try.

Even if I took the risk of becoming helpless and tried to intertwine with other personalities, it was likely that my and my opponent's personality would eventually vanish instead of being helpless.

Let's look at the God of Hope writhing like a bug right now, for example.

My divinity collapses on its own attempts to voluntarily assimilate with it.

Divinity cannot be harmonized with other divines.

Even the holiness of harmonious concepts.

I could be sure.

There were quite significant experimental results.

Regardless, the existence of Ceresia has become a powerful force in the battle with the Divine Spirit.

I use every miracle I have.

After all, the significance of the existence of Ceresia was so great that it could not only invade each other's existence in the battle between the priests of simple firepower wars.

I felt like I was the only one holding a weapon in the middle of the battlefield.

It can stop an opponent from attacking or pierce its defenses.

A powerful weapon that can strike directly at the opponent and kill their breath.

It was one of my confidence in winning.

The god of hope who was praying before my eyes was the basis for it.

[It was an avatar made with effort....]

The god of hope took out a mirror and looked at himself.

When I touched my fluffy head with burnt hair, my hair grew, and when I touched my broken-down and sticky face, I regained my melted brows.

It seemed pathetic to me that I was restoring my ragged body again.

It was a battle caused by the craftsmanship of the god of hope.

But thanks to that, I was able to get meaningful results.

First of all, to a god who is the god of hope, the power of Ceresia works without subtraction.

And that the Goddess of Hope was perceived as just a weapon of strange power.

It was very valuable information.

* * *

“Okay, let's cooperate. ”

There was enough information.

The value of the god of hope was also sufficient.

Collaboration itself didn't seem so bad.

In the meantime, there was no chance that the God of Hope would be behind the scenes.

He was also something I had to endure and overcome.

I could not turn away from the means of cooperation because I was afraid of the consequences of failure.

Instead.

[Then I'll be going back now.]

“Where?”

Huh?

The god of hope asked.

“You don't have a shrine anyway. Why don't you stay here? ”

[… that's a little tricky. You can't live forever in an asteroid-like space.]

It was an awkward excuse.

It didn't matter.

I had no intention of letting the God of Hope stay on this asteroid anyway.

“I've prepared a place for you to stay. ”

[What……?]

I took out what I had prepared in the subspace.

[What, the ugly conclusion?]

Yong was a special gathering bin.

This is the best way if you don't want to get your back kicked.

Hit him first.

“What the hell, that's where you'll be staying for a while. ”

[I'm in trouble!]

What a trouble.

The god of hope is in no position to refuse me.

The terms of the transaction were cooperation and exchange of information.

But I've already received enough information.

Collaborative, whatever. We can pull out of here.

Moreover, if I don't have the conditions to cooperate in the future, I can attack the God of Hope again as much as I want.

A trivial refusal to accept my offer.

[How can it be called cooperation to imprison a partner!]

There was.

If I had a partner who was more likely to screw me over, it was right to keep them locked up for mutual cooperation.

[Push!]

“Yes, you're right. So do you want to be gentle, or do you want to be nasty? ”

[I'll go in nicely!]

It was a quick judgment, a good judgment.

The god of hope entered the Gathering Bin on his own feet.

The Gathering Bin resized itself.

The Gathering Bin was reduced to the size of a ping-pong ball.

As the gathering bin narrowed, the god of hope, who was maintaining the appearance of a human girl, returned to the shape of a wingworm.

It looked like a wingworm emitting a little light from its body like a firefly, but it seemed like a good fit for being trapped in a small gathering bin.

[You'll let me go someday, right? Will you?]

“Well, I don't know. One day, if you're in a good mood, you can let me go, so just hold on to your hope. ”

[…….]

I got a good Faith battery.

[… I have one more thing to say.]

“What is it?”

Is there any way to escape?

The god of hope said after a moment of excitement.

[Not long ago, the vaccine declared you a god, not one of their own.]

It was information I knew.

I heard from Kirikiri.

After hearing the information, I was somewhat embarrassed by the loss of contact with Kirikiri.

I was anxious about what happened to Miss Tutorial and her quest.

If so, I had to wage a war against the gods of the vaccine, one by one, to get their consent.

[That means the name of the vaccine no longer protects you. For the time being, you should pay more attention to the Pantheon than the vaccine. We don't have much time left until the conflict.]

The god of hope said boldly.

I thought the Pantheon would be in trouble.

The problem was why the God of Hope told me this at this point.

The god of hope will not get along with the gods of the Pantheon.

I just eat with my head held high, but the gods of the Pantheon might want to change the gods of hope altogether.

They will seek out the power and information of the god of hope.

What the god of hope is telling me now is caution about the Pantheon.

Worried that the Pantheon of Hope will take its place.

In other words, when the Pantheon and I collided, it also meant that I did not hit my odds high.

“Hey, why are you telling me this now? You should have told me. ”

[Ah... I was going to tell you soon!]

Fuck you.

He was going to show up when I was facing a crisis and try to trick me again.

After going through several times, there was now a clear pattern of the behavior of the god of hope.

I was going to.

I felt that I shouldn't let him go any further.

* * *

[Hey, slow down! Slow down!]

As soon as I exited the space of the god of hope that had been created inside the asteroid, Hoch's telepathy rang in my head.

As Hotch said, I slowly went down.

Very slowly, slowly.

Slowly descending from the asteroid to the surface of the earth, you notice some changes when you look around.

It was the number of people gathered near the temple in Seoul.

I must have remembered that there were more than 10 million crowds.

But the number of humans that I can see now was not only 10 million.

Tens of millions.

South Korea's current overpopulation crowds have gathered in Seoul.

Humans were filling downtown Seoul around the temple.

The situation of the churches changed greatly.

The new temple was going beyond the existing search, and the number of new members was the number of units that wanted to be correct.

It was a level change that couldn't happen in just a few hours that I had a conversation with the god of hope.

[The interior of the asteroid was a slight warp in the time axis.]

The god of hope said.

Why are you saying that now…….

[It was a setup in case our conversation leaked to another god. It did not distort much. It should only be about three days from here.]

I slowly descended toward the temple balcony.

I was photographing myself descending from a nearby broadcast helicopter, no matter how ready I was.

Humans who gathered at the bottom of the road and found me screaming in a frenzy.

I couldn't understand what he was saying because he was so indiscreet.

And I could feel a considerable amount of faith being absorbed into me.

It was definitely a considerable amount.

It was a different level of faith than it had been on Earth before.

I couldn't figure out what had happened to Earth during those three days because of the God of Hope.

When I get down to the balcony, Hoch, Min-hyuk Kim and the rest of the group come out to the balcony and meet me.

After being conscious of the helicopter filming us from afar, Hotch and Kim Min-hyuk put their hands together and prayed.

“Homer.”

“Homer!”

... Are these things crazy in pairs?

* * *

“Explain yourself. ”

I told Hotch as soon as I came inside the temple building so I couldn't see him from the outside.

I don't understand this situation right now.

For three days, they expanded the size of the churches by a few dozen times over.

People are moved, crying and praying, saying something about homemen.

Of course, meteorite access and the expression of the miracle that prevented it were good events to boost faith.

But I didn't think it would show a rise of this magnitude.

Even though I've been absent for three days.

“I've studied some of the local religions here. ”

Hotch said.

You studied? and endured what I wanted to ask again.

“The religions here are all finished with death. ”

“Death?”

I don't know what you're talking about.

I didn't know much about the Earth's religions.

I neither majored in theology nor cared.

He wasn't even religious.

“Yes, death. ”

“… So? ”

I felt something.

I had a feeling this guy was going to have a crazy accident.

“That's why I told people you were dead. In return for using excessive force to block meteorites. ”

“... you're still alive. ”

“No, you just died and were resurrected. ”

Oh, my god.

Have you seen this madman?