There Was No Secret Organization to Fight with the World’s Darkness so I Made One (In Exasperation)

Since the first battle, Medu has fought the darkness of the world with utter danger. Rarely do you forget to hide your face, but you can say the battle itself is one-sided.

Medu, a passionate IT fan, knew that psychics were fighting an indeterminate black monster, and he had experience engaging enemies who were after his own life while surviving in conflict zones. I know and I'm used to it. So I can do it without it.

Growth in basic abilities was reached twenty times, with a continuous usage cap of 30 seconds. Simple calculations make you petrify 10 times, but if you use it while pinching a break, you have a few minutes.

Medu wanted to be stronger in preparation for the battle against the darkness of the world in the sanctuary to come, and I did not hesitate to enter applied training because it was fun to train in the face of my master.

The Devil's Eye, which stones the opponent just by looking, is already quite strong. The weakness is that it only works on organisms and can only petrify one subject at a time.

Petrification does not work against opponents who are covering their entire bodies with cloth or something. If you are surrounded by a large number of people, you will be beaten while one person is staring down and lose.

The darkness of the world does not wear clothes, so petrification itself will not be nullified. So it's multi-on-one combat that should be countered. In other words, you just have to be able to petrify multiple subjects at once.

Medu has an eyelid in her right eye and stares at her left eye to petrify her opponent, but she petrifies it in three seconds, whether she stares at it with both eyes or with one eye.

If you are stoned by showering an undetectable "something" from your eyes, it should take six seconds for the amount of "something" released to be halved and petrified if you get one eye. Doesn't mean that if we establish some kind of contradictory action of focusing on multiple subjects at once, we can petrify them all at once.

However, I tried to train myself to consciously control the focus with a prepared 3D picture book, and I tried to train myself with color contacts and colored glasses on, but the results were not very fragrant.

Medu also worked hard enough to make her eyes squishy all day, but there are no indications that she could petrify multiple subjects at once.

However, the by-productive results were remarkable.

As a result of using his eyes badly, his eyesight began to bounce during his ability activation.

Medu has a normal vision of 1.8.

The more applied training is advanced, the more and more the ability to use, and now the more than 6.0 is still growing.

The Native African Masai are still inferior to that because they hear of sight 12, but they are already able to unilaterally glance down from a normal invisible distance.

You're not competent for frontal combat, are you? Probably the strongest Assassin Move that moves to hide itself and not let the enemy know where it is. Unlike snipers, I don't see ballistics and I don't hear gunshots. Now when the night worked I was a complete assassin.

On the other hand, poor user-friendliness other than combat is a drawback when it comes to shortcomings. It's difficult to have a little fun, cheat and play with your psychic powers on a daily basis. Paralysis and petrification are too motivated to kill. It's a vicious ability in that sense as well.

Well.

My abilities are enough to fight. Since it is likely that two months will have passed, the establishment of the Middle East branch will also move to the staging phase.

Medu has a happy ending by defeating the darkness of the mighty world that is stirring up the conflict in Marlstan from the shadows.

Appropriate battlefields must be prepared and timed for this purpose.

The land of the showdown is confirmed in the sanctuary where the darkness of the world is trapped.

I dug a secret underground passage into a mountainous area near Alinataya and built a mysterious Arabian temple in the heart of the mountain. No intensity calculation or seismic reinforcement at all. It supports and maintains it with a thrust of mind. You don't have to worry about the details because you're going to let them collapse and bury them in the dark after the event anyway.

The ruins can be left untreated if they collapse for now. I remember it in Marineland.

The temple is so shiny that it has been stripped of its new construction, but a Medu opponent who dropped out of kindergarten school would be deluded.

Probably with strange force. Maintaining the original mastery of construction thousands of years ago. Superpowers are amazing.

The battlefield was made up, so the timing is later.

In order to defeat the darkness of the world as the conflict ends, it is necessary to align ourselves with the adults who end the conflict.

That night, I took Medu to visit the tavern on Alinataya Backstreet.

It is the adults of Marlstan who will put an end to the conflict in Marlstan, and it is the children who will be responsible for the future. I want them both to discuss it often and decide on a plan. I'll screw the farce so I don't interfere with the plan.

A civil revolution organization executive is on the way to this tavern tonight. My role is to engage the executives and Medu.

Executives also know that an unidentified monster is appearing in Marlstan at night, and they are not trying to hide the loyalty sworn to the psychic by advisors from Japan, their belly-hearted subordinates. Medu's story should also be easy to follow.

The tavern was lively and full of stores about the size of convenience stores with alcohol and drunken laughter. Bright enough to look different from just two months ago.

Thanks to the logistics that tended to lag behind due to the influence of liberation movements everywhere by civic revolutionary organisations, we were able to enjoy preferences, including alcohol.

When I took my wallet out of my nostalgia and tried to give Medu the price for a drink, Medu offered me a wipe bag on the other hand and offered me a compliment.

"Master Sapporo, go ahead. I have a forehead I can just enjoy tonight '

"Don't contribute."

It would be a disgrace for a 14-year-old girl to spend her liquor. Hippos, pets, it's not that easy.

I stuck a few expensive notes in my wipes bag and gave them back to Medu, who I feared.

Don't hesitate. I'd love to be childish and honest with you. I make good money...

... you're not making any money?

Now that Tianyado is closing due to the move, I have no income.

That means I give the pennies my daughter-in-law gave me as pennies to a beautiful foreign girl......!?

Don't even think about it! I can't do this any more! We just have to drink and forget about it!

When I ordered the strongest liquor about the counter seat, there was a quick drunken uncle involved in Medu, who sat a little on two vacant seats away. She's been drinking it for a long time now, and she has white bubbles on her moustache.

"Gahaha! This isn't where the milky kid comes from! Kid went home and ate his mom's hand cooking. Go to sleep!

"Your mother's dead."

"Oops, that was bad! Want some milk!?

The drunk pressed a mag of nearly drunk milk against Medu. Kind of nice, isn't it?

"Thank you. Uncle, who?

"My uncle is an uncle who does great things for civil revolutionary organizations!

Medu was about to erupt the milk in her mouth and turned hard.

Mm-hmm. Nice response.

He is Mr. Hisharm, leader of the civic revolutionary organization Alinataya Branch. He's an uncle who's willing to get drunk just because he smells of alcohol. Not that he has any great stunts, but he is the type of leader whose men follow him in admiration of his good intentions.

I whispered in Japanese as the man in the next seat stared at the cup so that he wouldn't look at me as I watched as I nibbled at all the medu tangled up in Mr. Hisharm.

"Boss. The store is solidified by the people of the revolutionary organization. There are two snipers outside the store. I won't stand in your way."

"Thank you."

"Ha."

Slightly bowed his head and awed, he is Fushimi (25 years old, married), a domestic terrorist prostitute.

I also have a barrier in the store so that I can suddenly get hit with a penetrating underground bomb (bunker buster), but I actually appreciate his meticulous attention. It is arguably one reason for the civil revolutionary organizational leap forward that we have been drafting and implementing these considerations.

"Fushimi."

"Ha."

"How's it going?"

"Good. Will His Majesty Ronalia be healthy and revealed?"

With this, Leo will be able to establish himself as the fourth faction in the current three-ways succession war.

You should worry about your wife.

No, my wife went to check on me yesterday and asked me the same thing while cleaning the barrel.

Baba is a little curious about what the hell kind of tune he gave them.

Other customers are showing interest in the two enigmatic Orientals, but they don't have to worry about being eavesdropped on because it's Japanese.

It sounds like a very secret society of two dubious men talking in a mysterious language in a tavern. I'm getting tense.

You're going to have a more enigmatic conversation. Heh.

"Fushimi."

"Ha."

"What's going on with the example?"

"What?"

"Eh."

"What is the example? I don't know if you need to be a little more specific."

"… Forget about that now."

He looked vegan and strange.

Conversation failed. There were no examples.

As I deluded myself with alcohol about the improbable awkwardness there, and listening to the situation again from Fushimi with fried chickpeas in my knob, I noticed that the liquor store was somewhat buzzing.

If you look, Medu is standing on a chair, gesturing at the drunkards of the liquor store and talking.

What...? I don't know because I speak local language.

"Fushimi, do you understand?"

"Ha. I'm not fluent in Pashto either."

Fumimi listened a little and said confidently.

"You seem to be giving a speech on the virtues of Invisible Titan."

"What?"

"I'm speaking on the virtues of Invisible Titans. Never proud while having the strongest power, at your feet...... local? Oh 'home', you think you're a sweet person who reaches out to the predicament of Marlstan, uh, gives you a different flavor of candy every day"

…………

Medu............

There's going to be a fire coming out of your face, Medu...

Why would you do that...

How can you be passionate and preaching in front of him...

"Fushimi."

"Ha."

"Please stop me."

Copy that.

Fumimi snuck quickly and quietly behind Medu and let him pass out naked strangling.

Fushimi's eyes are raw and warm I brought you with my white-eyed Medu.

Look at me like that. Huh! All right, enough candy! Everybody loves candy! I just thought I'd get tired of being the same every day and make it taste different! You didn't do anything wrong!

How could you be so humiliated...!

Speaking to Mr. Hisharm while trying not to look at his face, he said the meeting was over, so he dispersed to run with Medu on his back.

The showdown is the day after tomorrow.