Tower of Karma

A tremendous impact woods the entire venue. Fear spraying up from the bottom of my belly. I am fascinated, attracted and drawn to the gravity of the two of them standing on stage.

"... I'm embarrassed"

"It's the king's battle, my lord. Fear the battlefield and become a heavily armed infantry."

"You need backup?

"I need it! Our new king said it was important to create an atmosphere."

"Ha, okay, okay. It's time to show your face. All hands, step and hang. Keep going until it's over."

"" "Yikes!

Shit.

"" "Ha!

Evening. A heavy bass sounding at the bottom of my belly echoes across the venue. Low, heavy voices intimidate and dominate the venue. The overall air sensation became more and more perverted. to the atmosphere of their homeland. The King's work, the King's role in reinforcing the world he shows, is their subordinate duty.

"Oh, hey, that."

"Black steel, this intimidating, weighty atmosphere, ho, is it real?

"... which one, which one is their backup?"

"You idiot! Alexis', there's no way you're taking sides in his bloodstream, is there?

"Ostberg Heavy Infantry! The ghost showed up!

Simple hanging and footsteps. The total number was less than fifty, but there was enough pressure to fill the venue. One factor in that pressure was the presence of the man at the centre. Palomides and Palom are stunned to see that emerald, hair color.

"Ah, Your Majesty Ernst!?

"It's impossible! He must have died in battle."

"You haven't been confirmed!

"But it's something that shows up in a place like this. Even though the remnants of Geheim are still at fault. Well, maybe it's a trick."

"Yes, indeed. So, who is it?

"" "Ha!

Evening. Intimidation that even twists suspicions.

"... it's like that time, it's a deceptive battlefield"

"Don't forget. They were certainly in this world. I have to carry them out. Bounced out, as Teng himself!

The battle between the two warriors also accelerates as they respond to it.

I did everything I could to see what they were doing.

"... are you serious?"

The battle between those two was so much unworthy of the Pacific world that Wolfe and the other generations up there had a dry grin. Their battle will blow away as the atmosphere created by the heavy-duty infantry is further enhanced. The whole venue feels as if it has also become a battlefield.

All the attacks were all over the steeple, and if you can't target them, you can't even sharpen one of your fingers. Kill him, but win. The madness gives them even more heat.

If you want to win...

"Ha!"

Alfred peels off the cobblestone with his seismic legs, slamming his energetic caged fist into it, which he floats. It's like even a crossbow was shot in, shooting. Orpheus shoots off only a fatal blow, while others dare to push straight against Alfred, who has been somewhat shredded but does not return the meat willingly, and vice versa.

Alfred sees it and doesn't mind moving forward.

The spear thrust through the cape, eating some meat, but it did.

Alfred goes further without tapping into his fist with power. Along the way, Orpheus also moves forward, stepping on his feet, the source of power, and stopping the flow of power. But Alfred slapped his fist full of strength as it was. While receiving it on his cheek, he cleverly swirled his spear and slapped his belly with a pattern.

Both, throw up bloody twigs on stage and attack each other even more.

No legitimate means, no shit. I'll do anything to win. Its ugly and vibrant appearance is the truth about the battlefield. Some stars shine because death is next to each other.

Not yet. Not yet.

"Hu, hu"

Fight with all your dying power. Overwhelmed the out-of-the-box audience, the battle was about to move on to a further stage. All the way ahead.

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The world is full of lies.

Orpheus, was born blind, and therefore never loved. I don't even know when my parents dumped me. There were no asylum-seekers when I felt comfortable. Every day I beg to be blessed with the food to live. Instead of adding it to a person's conscience and getting just a fraction of it from the rich, we send things that don't even add to our bellies that say thank you, etc. The other person leaves with a sense of superiority and satisfaction.

That repetition. I was lucky to survive.

Or is it because the flaw of blindness has increased their sense of superiority?

Picking up a lute thrown off the side of the road, I learned music. Things that say music are great, sounds beautiful when played correctly, beauty as usual saved me. Sound and play, days exploring sound. By the time I was able to make it into a rice tare, I had acquired a super sensation that sensed the sound widely and deeply as a consideration.

This was the beginning of my second, hell.

In begging, I learned people's minds. In exploring music I got the meaning of sound. The answer thus obtained is the conclusion that people are ugly.

Anger, jealousy, lust, greed, and the woven society of men are full of these sounds. Whether you avoid it or not, they follow you around everywhere, and your super senses pick up those finesses. Little signs that I wouldn't notice if I were just a person would be understandable to me if they were made of sound. Tongue-beating, the pubic mouth, even the heartbeat, transmits dark emotions to me.

I tried to get away from people once, but I was very much the same as a beast and a person. Rather, for those faithful to instinct, those characteristics had manifested themselves prominently.

Things to stick with even when you're away. Let's just...

I dared to take the option of actively dating people. If you do, at least in the meantime, people will wear masks. Sometimes I get zero, but I can't help it. Hang out with people, talk to them, and turn your ears to them before they build.

In the meantime, this hellish world got a little better too.

Music in people, if they left, another job - it was a normal path for me, but guidance on a dangerous path for normal them also started as a business because they were asked to.

By then I had given up too, not so much depended on people's emotions and it was easier to live.

When did you remember the spear? I still remember starting as an extension of the wand I used before I gained absolute confidence in my supersenses.

I only remembered it in self-defense, but I remember it quickly, perhaps thanks to super sensation, and I have little memory of suffering the rough things.

That's how I lived every day with a fold. One day...

"Orpheus! Here we go again, it's them, it's Dawn End!

From that day on, my third hell began.

The two people I met there were so pure that I thought they might be in danger because of it. In fact, the encounter with him was in its nearest worst form, and in fact he had been subjected to the rise of Dawn End, the dark emotions of those who multiplied it, arguably a distortion of the Pacific world. I felt it was a dangerous sign.

Still, they kill to save and heal to save. Even those left over from the slaughter, plunder and times continue to save them, even though they say they are foolish. Keep saving the weak, who have no choice between saving and saving, without regard for their own perils. There was even a life spilled in my sight. I wonder how much they've spilled where I haven't seen them.

Still - unshakeable.

But even so, humans are animals, dying, and if they are in extreme conditions, the mask will always peel off. In an encounter with Dawn End, I thought I could see it. Shaking, collapsing, born discord. That's what I wanted to see. I wanted to relieve you. He said he was right to give up. At the same time I wanted to see it.

Unwavering beauty, even in extreme conditions.

The result is...

"Next!

Spectacular salvation play.

He was making his way for the foolish warriors. How much salvation was there? With the sound of zero blood, the sound of a chopping bone, of a thousand chopped flesh strikes my ear.

We struck each other with the blow of the eagle. Death was where it was.

On one, a clear wound that would be lethal. But that is no longer deadly by another being. Yelena Keel. She was a girl with a very beautiful sound. If there was a first love for me, it would surely be when I heard her sound. But that pale feeling, too, disappears with dew if you see that sight.

Only at that moment, he wasn't wearing a mask. When I saw her, I smiled, and there was no outfit. A relationship where you can keep all of the biocidal appropriations. Of course he knows best that her arms are certain. But that's all the scratches. There can be strays. You can have doubts. No one will complain about the mixing of dirty sounds.

There was not a single sound like that. While he was keeping everything, he was truly saved, and would have accepted it even if he died with it. Trust, that's beyond that. To me it was the first love I had ever seen in the world, with no intention.

It's still in the extreme, unshakeable stuff.

It was a beautiful sound. Rich, I know this sound when I can afford it. I've seen beautiful sounds like that many times. That's when the crisis crumbles.

But now they are facing death if they make a mistake. Yet there was a boy there who gave all of his life and yet smiled, and a girl who struggled with her first treatment when she absolutely let him try to help. There, I can't find any dark emotions.

There was love. Deposit your life. You may be killed in some cases. Become her - what's wrong with calling a relationship that seems so, love? Touched by this beautiful sound, what's wrong? There was nowhere to be found. What 'scenery' has ever lived and still shines beautifully in the extreme?

People - maybe it's not necessarily ugly.

Giving up swayed. Hope, I was born. You may stay away, listening to their sounds. Others are good too. I'm leaning in, I want to live listening to that love.

I looked. After breaking up with them, with a glimmer of hope to say maybe. For me, losing my perspective, the world was still hell, and the farther I wanted it, the farther I went.

I walked through hell. I almost fell to Shura, but I survived because I had that encounter.

Because he showed me the possibility that people are beautiful creatures.

But I still didn't have a replacement. There is no such thing as an unshakeable relationship among the extremes. Conversely, I've been 'looking' at the dirty parts just wondering if this is still the case. And understand.

That they were special.

- I love you.

"Suddenly, hey!

Whispering love, Orpheus comes to see the intense blow of steep aim. Explore the next hand as you recieve it in a critical way. The thought of the moment, the choice is more than a hundred. Thoughts to find the best while responding continued to crack firmly.

Because otherwise, in all this speed, I can't keep up with his super senses.

"The physique is pretty much the same. Physical abilities are also almost mutually reinforcing from a comprehensive perspective '

'It's inevitable that if we reach our limits, we're mutual. Not at all. A great word. How many warriors in the world have reached the limit of the Five Bodies?

Dimyart and Rosetta narrowing their eyes in the guest seats. Not as many warriors can control their own bodies as they do in a great nation called Eskendereia.

They were special. The special part of the battle allowed them to grow faster and to reach their limits at this young age. That's why mutual. The awesomeness of remaining mutually reinforcing will only be passed on to the extreme.

Don't waver and keep pushing the limits. To the limit in the first place, few have reached the limit of a dozen percent of the world. An unreachable realm, even if it is a warrior of practice. Extraordinary spiritual power to be fighting steadily there. Too, it was a special sight.

"But the world could not love! Unlike you, I don't think this world was worth saving, much of what you've saved! From here on out, I find no reason to save the foolish, ugly, shallow creatures at the expense of you! You two should be saved!

The Orpheus scream is an unadorned word that has thrown away all the decorations.

I'm not as special as you think I am.

"That's for me to decide! It's a promise. If I win, you give up the road. That's what I said then. There's nothing false about that word, is there?

"... right. If they stop me, I'll give up being that person."

Because of that promise, Orpheus bought a stop in the qualifying round and left. Make him give up, to bring out that word. If you win, you get it. Happiness for both of us. Live listening to it, your own happiness.

Can you lose that beautiful 'view' because of its elephant appearance?

"Great. Then let me be Shura. You hate me, but I want you to live happily ever after for me. You knew the world was going to perish! I'm not interested in fucking elephants, filthy creatures, etc! You're all alone with me!

"You're crazy."

"No, I'm not. The world is crazy."

A world that isn't beautiful is wrong. The thought is probably the same for both of us. I just didn't deal with it the same way. One wants to change the world and make it beautiful. The other decided to isolate beautiful things from the world and leave only the beautiful.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Sudden growling. Regardless, the audience stops at the feet of the heavily armed infantry soldiers who were calling. They knew this sight. Breaking limits due to madness. Forbidden areas of exercising the missing body beyond its limits.

"... Orpheus. Why would you do that? What's gonna poke and move you?

Eving, Cress had a bitter look on his transformation. They know where it's going. Minutes of inappropriate force always incur a price.

"... what the hell is that monster"

Behind the cloudy eyes, a maddening monster appeared now.

He says Orpheus is the mirror of the world. Gentle and pure, delicate is why the dark parts of this world could not be forgiven. Who the hell can deny that he doesn't even have a place to run because of a gift God gave him, and that he runs mad in search of a shaking cage?

"Extreme. Cut off the future, but do you have something you want in your hands?"

The Dragon Temple/National Structure crumbled with a bump.

"... they're coming!

In response to that move, only Wolfe was able to react at the venue.

The monster of madness moves.