Tower of Karma

This man will be the only one in Schwartzberg who has had such a grand and big fire so far. It was the most powerful man in the world, Wolf Gank Strider, who snorts and burns the arms of a warcraft that he doesn't even know is suitable for consumption while surrounding a big flame.

By the way, it is the sword that is stabbing 'the arm' in the skewering procedure, the love sword of Wolf himself.

"... can you eat it, it"

"I don't know. But meat is meat!

"Huh."

Alfred's bitterness doesn't come in any inconvenient words in the ears of a belly wolf who conjures up a fierce struggle. Eat when you want, drink when you want, hold when you want. He is as luxurious a man as he seems.

"Ume Ye"

"Hmm, I'll take a bite too."

Ark takes a pinch. Alfred rethinks when his heart is surprisingly narrow, a man who stares at the old man. And the arc I ate glanced at me.

"Stiff"

"Your jaw is weak, Grandpa."

"Fool. Don't flatter me. It's my jaw power to chew it up, stone or iron."

"Jaw power, I've never heard of it before"

"Because I just made it, gahaha"

"Ha."

Alfred smiles and moves all the way between Yelena and Ark. He later tells the truth in person that if a weird way of laughing shifted, it would be difficult before dowry, it was a cordial affection from the bottom of his heart and a sensible decision based on the chivalrous spirit.

"But didn't you get stronger again, Black Wolf King"

"Uh, maybe. I haven't had a comparator lately, and I'm not sure."

Wolfe repeated "Umee" on the meat of the Warcraft. Probably say "ume je" no matter what meat you eat on the ground. Alfred felt smudged when he said it looked just like his father, who said it was delicious no matter what he ate, during the claustrophobic period.

"Are you even doing some training?

"No, it's not a big deal. Eat and sleep a lot, that's all."

There is some 'strongest' secret, Alfred, who expects but ends up underdeveloped and drops his shoulder. "All right, all right," Yelena stroked her head and quickly recovered.

"Not to mention, you're trying to 'take it off' when you move your body. It was tough at first, but my body is getting used to it, and if it's as light as stepping in, it feels hectic. No, it's painful, it's slight."

Alfred stares at Wolfe with a pocan face.

"Uh, is that the kind of thing that just happens?

"Ooh, that. You're the one who can be a ghoul. You did it before I got here. Don't be too young. It's bad for you."

"I remember the liver. So, I'm doing that routinely, intentionally, huh?

"Ooh."

"Isn't that a big deal?"

"Really?

Wolf with a small neck. He seems to be imagining a puppy, but all he could see was a fierce wolf lying in front of his prey saying, "I'm not scared," in everyone's eyes. It's not cute, it's not appealing, it's not old.

(State beyond limits. Step in there routinely and get used to it. I never thought about improving the limit value. If we can raise the ceiling, there's more we can do. For me, too)

"Me too, titty. I just saw Lester and came up with it. Tits, oh, there was a Rheinberga in our time, but they were able to take that off innate. But, you think I had it from the start, pushing limits, endurance that could withstand it? I had my doubts. So I saw Lester and tried it out."

"... beyond the limits by madness"

"That's a peculiar history, too, but it would be the only example of how the body continued to adapt to and break through it as a result of continuing to exceed its limits on a daily basis. I only know about rumors before I went mad, but you've dramatically improved your physical abilities. The last time I saw you, it felt like you were really who you were already. At least it was someone else at the end of the war. I feel smashed and shitty reassembled. I'm surprised it still works."

Rheinberga, Lester and ultimately both would have been world-class samurai. And both names had improved physical abilities due to 'madness'. Alfred wants it. With that, it would be a little easier, and the path I'd given up would need to be...

"I don't recommend it. They and I, we probably got stronger that way. It suited me sexually. And my body adapted. But, you know, not everyone does. You can't stand to smash your body most of the time. If you're not sure about your sturdiness, you should stop. You're not much of a tough guy on my watch, are you?"

"... is there after all"

Alfred was able to do 'madness' from Lester by learning how to remove it. But the core body is unlikely to endure. Just one blow, that's all, and now your body's screaming.

Even though it was far shallower than Wolfe's stepped in area.

"When you look for shortcuts, you don't grow up. I'm not the one you need to learn from. I only showed up before you as a 'ceiling'. Look at him. Look at him. It's a lot more informative than me."

"I've been watching you. I was the first to imitate it."

Wolfe is loved by Alfred's obstinate tone. That bastard, he laughs bitterly.

"Then it's just the surface. If you tell me, the moves are branches. He said he took the top of the line by finishing it above its limit while pulling the body of the spec. Look, he eats to death. Stick it in your face and pack it in after you move your body. The important thing is that he thins his own food. I was eating meshi to get stronger. I've been living my life against nature, naturally."

"... I don't have a thin image of food, but I also remember eating so much"

"Then you stopped because he was done with what you were supposed to do at the birth stage. It's all for one miracle, to beat Strakles, the man I know he's never supposed to reach."

Wolf distorted his face with regret.

"He made a body that could be forced to win. They say the battle with Garias is in full swing, but there's no way. The moment we beat Strakles, it's his whole season. At least in terms of physical ability. Over the past seven years, we've even made a big move, but we stood next to each other, and we squeezed together, and I understood. He said he can't beat Strapless."

"But how do you explain the one-on-one, overwhelming martial arts against Gallias' fierce opponents?

"It's bad to challenge Amchigi to a mass battle. Are they clever enough to double it on one to two? They all look stupid and they all look like my strong generals."

Everyone in this room thought you were going to say it.

"In the flavor of war, mass warfare, especially mixed warfare, is not necessarily about enemies and allies. If they shield their allies, you can't attack them. You can't attack at the same time where your allies are attacking. There's no place where you can attack a human body. You're half-baked, you're standing low, and if that's the case, it's better. I was framed, Garias' children. I brought it into the mix to freak out and crush it, that's the cause of defeat. I gave him a shield called Enemy. Mixed warfare attenuated Garias' individual powers. That gave more room for thought to intervene. Then you'll be in a private room, just like you wanted."

A martial arts legend of a white knight transformed into a legend. Even its general accounts, versus Gallias, stand around a lot. It was still an act told all over the world, but Wolfe naturally said it was the end of the line. That would also be trust in the White Knight, its reversal.

That degree of thin ice, the thick trust that it's natural to cut across.

"Overall strength doesn't make a difference. You supported your fallen body with moves, you're a liar obsession. Everything was on a case-by-case basis, Garias wouldn't have been able to flirt with the guy who dropped the giant star, and he couldn't beat Strakles with the guy who flirted with Garias. I think so."

Wolf's words were heavy. It is the word of a man who knows the Vertex and, above all, the White Knight deeper than anyone else as a good enemy.

"He took the road to reign for as long as he could, beyond his limits. Still, the limits come. It was originally lacking in qualities. Your body should be falling even further than it was back then. Don't want too much, he did his best with the cards he was given. The result is now. It's the pinnacle of our time. If he'd cut off the future at some point, wouldn't this have happened? Hey, son."

Alfred had no choice but to remain silent. I can't look straight at Wolf. Because I felt the difference between those who possessed it and those who did not possess it.

"You want some too? Umeya."

It is only for the record that Wolfe seldom divides his own mesh.

"... thank you"

Alfred clings to the arms of the Warcraft.

And a word...

"... stiff"

and spill stupidity.

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Wolfe and Ark were sneaking up on booze after Alfred and the others had calmed down.

"Ugh."

"Ume Ye"

Satisfied two. These two are the ones who can do anything if it contains alcohol.

"I envied you."

"Well, I guess so. It's a natural reaction to be jealous of my transcendent talent."

"... that's why Sir himself looks so complicated."

Did Wolfe get worse with the rashes and pound her cheeks?

"With the same eyes as my son, he was looking at me, too. But I was jealous of him, too. I was the first to lose. In the war I thought I was best at, I lost. I forced myself to bring it to Even, but I lied to myself that I'd let you live, that it was a tear, a delusion, a draw."

A drunken Wolf rarely seen. This man won't get drunk unless he wants to. And if you don't get drunk, this weak word, this man won't throw up in public.

"I wanted to beat him in the war. One-on-one. What a win. It's natural. They just handed me a better card, I don't care about that. War, with those idiots, I wanted to fight the White Knight. And this time..."

The more blood seeps in, the more Wolf grips his fist.

"He only looked at me as an individual. That's it. That's where it stopped. I can't forgive you. I wanted to show him how strong I am in the war. I wanted you to be aware of me strong in the war. That's what I wanted to be."

The strongest, Wolf discloses that he doesn't care about such a thing. That's just what I don't want, I just keep staying there as a guide to the wolves wanting me to be there. There's only one real hope, I wanted to beat the White Knight in the war.

It was just that.

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William von Arcadia had a view of the night sky to the west.

"An apple even when you're king"

"You can have a stew."

Follow the shadow, White Dragon. William stands. A bright red apple on your hand. It is my favorite food next to stew. The reason is because it's not as sweet as a treat.

I like the thin flavour.

"Was there something I could do for you?

"Somehow the royal palace just couldn't breathe. Plus, I wanted to make sure you made progress. If I show up by day, it's important, but at night, nobody's making a scene."

"Tower under construction, no one thinks the king is eating apples in its scaffolding"

"That's still low. Still taking shape?"

"Seems so."

Huge building. They were in the Tower of the King's Taoism and Fantasy, which made artifacts beyond Tulane. A vain artifact scattered with lies and glory. That's why William liked it so much. Because I am empty like myself.

"... my belly wound hurt"

"Hmm? What are you talking about?"

"Solo."

"... right"

"One-on-one, I lose. Even ten to ten, you probably can't win. But a hundred to a hundred, a thousand to a thousand, a thousand to a thousand, well, what happened?"

"Abdominal wounds, huh? I see. But at the end of the day, you beat two stars."

"Ten thousand against a thousand, I'll win. I don't care about that. I'm talking about hitting a select army of my own on the same terms. Using the terrain, using tactics, how close can I get to those geniuses, doing my best to be a phony, and I could win? The only proof of this is heartbreak. It was my choice not to do that."

William von Arcadia, White King, the man who ended the world of war. But he is also a man who was born into turmoil and aspired to the top of the battle. The book of the night melted the king's statue and gave him a glimpse of his holding as a white knight who did not disclose it to anyone.

"It doesn't matter now."

That's what I'm saying and I'm leaving, William. But White Dragon laughs bitterly when he sees his side when he leaves.

"... that's what a man looks like who doesn't care."

Pride as a general. The White Knight became the White King because he was not obsessed with it. But I guess I'll stick around.

The remorse of that choice, for the rest of his life...

One day, times were going too far to hope so.