The Tutorial Is Too Hard

“Kuaaaah!! ”

What a mess, what a mess.

Many of the gods of the Pantheon were known to be from the Complete.

In fact, not many, but very few, almost all came from the finished world.

Before the stature was established, the finishers who returned to the days of being called the monster of origin were frenzied and agitated.

Since we are returning to our senses, we should not be without reason at all.

But they couldn't handle the sudden chaos.

Those who fell from self-esteem to dislikeness and returned to a time when reason remained but still obsessed with desire failed to think straight.

You get bored with horror and excitement and attack nearby.

There were those who fled with their survival instincts.

According to the sequence relationships of the intricately weaved forces, there is a chase and chase in all directions.

“Hehe.”

His father and wife were smiling in a bad way.

“That's quite an ability, isn't it, warrior? ”

Maybe he wants to boast about his abilities.

He was trapped on the 61st floor because of his ability, and he didn't think he would be trapped in the future.

I decided not to mention that, but to cheer the couple up.

“Yeah, that's great. ”

It was really great.

It was an idea that we came up with on the 61st floor, but it was abandoned because it was unrealistic.

The god of the perforation who made it this far was truly amazing.

Serenia sits quietly on the ground.

There was something fatter about that face.

“I'm heavy. ”

Of course you are.

Serenia lost her temper, but it was even weirder to think she was lighter.

For a moment, I watched the finishers rolling around.

I don't know how long that chaos will last.

They clearly had a reason.

Enough to rise to one level.

It will calm down soon.

And by then, their anger and madness will be focused on me.

But before that, there was something I had to worry about.

“It's been a while.”

As you look back, you see a giant fox lying in the distance, twisting a tugboat.

God of sacrifice.

It was the first time since I met him on the 61st floor.

The God of Sacrifice was neither with the gods of the Pantheon nor with the body of the Apostle on the 61st floor.

It was the image of a giant fox with hundreds of tails.

A few floors.

It was the 19th floor.

On the 19th floor, when the Fox Demibeast appeared, I encountered a sacrificial god who had not yet ascended to pride.

It was the same as before.

The image of the time when the Fox Demibeasts were called godmothers.

The only difference was that hundreds of giant tails were slammed behind the giant body.

“I have so many questions for you. ”

That's weird.

Me neither.

From this bizarre war to the gods of vaccines and adventure and order.

I even wondered what ended up in his original time.

“But today is not another day. ”

The God of Sacrifice spoke out of turn.

This is where we disagree.

I had no intention of delaying my curiosity.

There was no need to worry.

I knew all about the technology that made me vomit out the information I wanted.

“If you don't like normal conversations, let's move on to more aggressive ways. ”

On the 19th floor, and on the 61st floor, I wanted to fight the God of Sacrifice.

Though I was outraged, I wanted to face it and burn it.

I wanted to try, even though I was reckless.

Other than that, I was confident that I would survive and win.

“I don't want to do that. ”

I'm sorry, but it's not up to the god of sacrifice.

That's for me to decide.

I was no different from the finishers who fell into disdain and were wreaking chaos in madness.

When I returned to the imperfect time of not completing myself, my emotions were fluttering.

Tension and excitement.

The powerful power felt by the god of sacrifice was stimulating rather than atrophying me.

“I understand your passion, but I am a pacifist. I'm sorry I couldn't take it. ”

A pacifist.

I don't give a shit.

Foxes are dogs.

I wasn't going to brag about the war with the gods of the Pantheon by myself and the aftermath of the attack, and how I had just dismantled the surface of a planet.

“There will be many sacrifices in the future. Maybe we'll see each other again. Please be able to talk rationally at that time. ”

I sat there screaming like a ghost.

I ignored that and rushed towards the god of sacrifice.

But before I even got close, the God of Sacrifice faded and disappeared completely.

There was only one giant fox tail left in the place where there was a god of sacrifice.

“... a lizard. ”

The God of Sacrifice has fled again.

*

The room was shaking.

The god of sacrifice disappears as quietly as paper soaks wet.

But the aftermath was clear.

Either way, the God of Sacrifice escaped this room and went out.

He would have regained his conviction.

It was shaking the premise of this virtual world.

“I can't hold on much longer, warrior. ”

The father and father said.

In the words of a real couple, very soon this space will begin to collapse.

Then the beings in this room would go out and regain their pride, and the number of couples they had prepared would become meaningless.

“We need to cut it as close as we can before that. ”

Although I've been preparing to deal with my personality and have the appropriate abilities, I find it much easier to deal with monsters with my personality than to deal with them.

I have just entered the war, and the god of sacrifice vanishes.

The gods of the Pantheon were more likely to run into my rivalry, so I had to reduce their power as much as possible.

Although I was as disgruntled as they were, and the numbers were overwhelming, I was confident.

Without the variable of identity, I was confident that I could win against any being in the world.

“Grrrgh!”

One of the finishers shouted loudly.

Then, the movements of the finishers who were stirring up chaos around them became noticeably blunt.

Are those things communicating with that kind of nerd?

I don't need a passphrase.

More and more finishers are slowly regaining their reason.

We are not united immediately because of Dan attacking each other in the chaos, but soon they will stop the war.

We had to raid right away.

“Ceresia.”

I called her and reached out my hand.

Ceresia sits motionless on the floor, placing her hands in my hands.

I stared at her for a moment, absurd of her reaction.

“I'm sorry, can I have my sword back? ”

Ceresia glances at me for a moment and turns into a sword without delay.

The father and wife who were watching him threw up some blood.

“Keek, warrior, do you read? ”

I didn't write it.

This is not me, this is the poison that Ceasar is secreting.

It wasn't just poison, it was special poison.

But father, does this guy even have poison resistance?

It was not worth thinking about.

The father and wife were not confident.

The fact that they were demolished in this space means that they were not before they were democratized, but before they became obstinate.

Now he was just an ordinary superhuman being.

It was rubbish.

What did this guy believe in?

“Anyway, hang in there. ”

“This is going to be hard! ”

“No, run away. ”

The couple immediately turned around and began to run away.

It was a wise decision.

Woohoo.

Heavy tinnitus echoes from the sword of Ceresia, held in one hand.

It was heavy.

It was the first time I had used this in practice.

Surprisingly.

On the 61st floor, before we got personal, we tried a lot.

Most of them were experimental retrofits by Cedria.

As it was hard to find a way to damage the personality, I tried to make a sword that could even hurt the personality with extreme destructive power.

The result was Cedria at this point.

and ultimately couldn't do any good damage to his character.

Because of this, most of the abilities that Serenia has lost as she rises to her senses.

But, hey, there's no weapon like this against those imperfect monsters without credibility.

Poison, illness, curse, horror, confusion, hallucinations, flames, electric shock, ice, radiation.

Everything that was harmful to life was the worst weapon ever struck.

I held on to the weight I felt in my hands and ran forward.

Whether they noticed my approach or the closest finishers focused on me.

Too late.

For them to win, I had to ambush them as I was talking to the god of sacrifice.

Gueung-

A huge shield was created in front of the finishers.

I tossed Ceresia against that shield.

There was a huge explosion, and I was tossed around in the aftermath.

But I got up again and ran forward.

You made your way through the flames.

There was a survivor who was shot to death by the explosion of radiation.

I grabbed her again, flying into my hands, and I swung at her.

Once again, a huge explosion occurs.

With the explosion, all the detrimental effects embedded in Cedria spread far away.

[Soldier, I think I'm going to die before the space collapses!]

You hear the grumbling of the couple through the telepathy.

Apparently the couple won't last long.

Even I, who have enough tolerance, take significant damage and swing it.

[Just hang in there.]

Until then, I'm gonna beat the shit out of you.

*

The space is collapsing.

I could feel it in storms of flames by nuclear chain reactions.

[Are you alive?]

[Closer!]

I also thought the father and wife had died and the space had suddenly collapsed.

[I'm dead and the space is collapsing!]

I was right.

Damn it.

We just need to kill a few more.

Kuwoo!

I thought, stabbing Ceresia in the neck of the finisher, who was making a slim groan.

Immediately after the first struggle, the finishers scatter and begin to flee.

You might not have an easy choice to run away with if you were confident.

They were looking at a time when only desire and survival were concerned.

There was no problem chasing them and killing them, but the time was too long to deal with them scattered and escaping as long as possible.

We couldn't kill all the Manchurian gods before the space collapsed.

“Too bad.”

You have escaped the red storm that struck the lightning storm and returned to the skies of Tatatos.

It was also a badly deserted planet, but it was in fairly good condition compared to where it had just been.

[What? Too bad you didn't kill us all?]

Someone asked me if I heard myself.

It was the God of Flexible who belonged to the Pantheon.

I felt the skin of the furrowing furnace because it was very irritating.

The Manchurian gods were greatly diminished in number.

Just by looking at it, the number of thousands had been reduced to a hundred.

Now we should call it the War of Vaccines and Vaccines, not the War of Pantheons and Vaccines.

The puck is fair.

In the meantime, all the other gods of the Manchurian Temple survived.

The Manchurian gods, who regained their morale and recovered their physical damage in an instant, were sending me a strong adversary.

[Can they... cope?]

My father and I asked for it worriedly.