Tower of Karma

"You're here, genius."

"A mutant monster that also outweighs blood. Honestly, I don't have any certainty whatsoever that I was the son of His Majesty, but I didn't doubt that one of them would be the strongest."

"That's fine weather. Even Your Majesty is a mutation in the first place. I don't care what you think. Instead, we should be happy that you and Fenris inherited it. And that's why I have to honor something called Lionel. Without a doubt, Fenris inherits the strongest qualities. You're going to have to take your hat off now."

Gradually, the difference in revealing qualities.

Clear and cruel differences that you see because you are two people who know Fenris well.

"Fate doesn't make it any easier. I thought Garias was going to fall, but do we have this guy here? I don't have a fat one, the superpowers. No, Master Lydiane, huh?"

Surface Valhall with the momentum of Fenris. Pulling out Garias takes time, but it makes sense to pull out sooner or later if you don't even stop walking with momentum intact. However, because that Garias came here and started accelerating, the nature is too bad for the side to follow.

Garias is gaining momentum.

"Okay!

Even Lydiane, who is oblivious to the martial arts, began to see clearly the difference in power. Unusual for her to hold her fist with pure joy. There was a lot of crap by inviting the chimps around to the royal palace and letting the warriors, who were sure of their character and strength, teach them.

I think I've managed to forgive you and come this far in a relaxed manner. He said the words of his trusted men were far more valuable than treasure balls. Above all, there must be someone who 'that kid' looked at, someone he looked at specially, then something.

I wasn't sure of anything, but that's what I chose then.

The result is a great success that exceeds expectations. Garias got a giant star, a dream he's had for years.

"Lionel began to push through the balance, which we were unfamiliar with each other but which was antagonistic, with some skill, and collapsed. I'm focused over there, too. It wasn't faulty, it was shaky, it didn't collapse."

Lancelo grips his fist all the time.

"That's why Lionel is' real '"

Banjaman and Boltose nod quietly.

"That wildcat has been on the board for a long time."

Lütes smiled,

"I've had a hard time putting my skills to the extra talent, but you're finally a thing. Well, we're all here for you at once. It's not the realm where half of us get there anymore."

Loran sighs.

"To talent beyond giant stars, technology to approach giant stars. All you have to do is align the last shards to complete Garias' masterpiece. Almost, until the future the Great King sees"

Adan thinks of those he has lost by the time he gets here, and dreams of them.

The samurai of Galias praise each other with their mouths. We forged it ourselves, the strongest from Genuine Pure Garias. It is full of things that are missing, but that can be added at any time depending on motivation.

But only his talent, his strongest qualities, is not something that someone can give.

That's why people are scorched, attracted, and put their thoughts on. Believe me, our share of what's missing, he'll walk on his back.

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"He's blessed."

Only neighbor William reacts to the words Wolfe spilled with joy. I won't ask him back, but you won't see the look on his face and think he's a strength. The inside can only be inferred, and trying to guess is incomplete.

(... win or lose, both grab something. One finds certainty, the other finds things missing, and returns to the days of drilling. One winner, the stronger one, not the winner. It's stronger to win. And winning or losing is not just at this moment,)

Long lives, where you bring focus, that's what matters. Even the White King, who has done many miracles, has had many bitter experiences. The more you hit the wall of talent, the more it will be. Still, I won at the end.

Self is the winner of the era. Wanting, not just wanting, but acknowledging it as something else.

"Do you pity my son?

"No way. In the long run, the loss on this occasion will rather be the best growing material for him. It's long gone, such as the time when just the strongest can be king. It's not a bad thing to get a path without strength here."

"Don't be like me, it was my best wish."

"Good for you. The strongest on earth. He's not like you."

"But hey, he hates me the most in the world, and you're just gonna imitate me."

Wolfe was staring at her struggling son with tender eyes.

"I'm not giving up. Whether you're stuck in the grass or mud, I'm not giving up. Even if this defeat is destined to happen, even if they say you can grow with it, you can't justify it and convince them to do it, can you?

"Of course. It doesn't make sense unless it's the defeat of the result of biting with the willingness to die in the immediate victory"

"Learning is after... Fenris"

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Loser. Words poked and floated in front of you. In the shadows, Fenris knew what had been said all along. Ever since I was a kid, my surroundings twinkle blurry as long as my kids don't know and can't hear me. Do it, son of a loser, it's a child of the plague god, see, a lazy child, he said. That's not wrong.

I'm not wrong, but I don't think you guys should say it, boy.

If you think that the weakest Saint Bart in the Seven Kingdoms has escaped that turmoil without the protection of the mercenaries or the borrowing of a man named Wolfe, then it is just how stupid or the invisible fool of reality. And the world often has fools spreading. If the world is mostly full of idiots, it also makes sense that the idiot's words are supposedly right.

Still, my mother said.

"Be patient."

and.

said the other mother.

Your father is a very fine man.

and.

And now my late mediocre brother said:

"Because he's a fool's ass, we mercenaries have enough to be seen with white eyes. It's a pitiful story about a country that comes together with stupidity, but it's somewhat better than falling apart. Ma, when you grow up, put it together beautifully. 'Cause people are so bumpy.'

Surrounded by people who weren't stupid, I met people who weren't stupid, and when I realized it, I had a budding desire to make my country a little better. The rise of the brilliant is also becoming a country that wants to be better.

There were many sacrifices and growth. It looked at state operations like a transitional crossing.

You two mothers are proud.

The mercenaries are stupid, but the words of the men who dived the dead line were gold.

Now, the men around me, they were really good men.

Still, there are plenty of people in Valhall who like it, although they can't even like the ones who were slapping their pussies. Someone I liked left uninhabited for this country. There was a sacrifice. I'm ashamed of my mouth. I'm definitely not going to say it. But still - 'they' aren't light enough for me to lose, learn and be good at Better.

I'm not even carrying the elephants.

I am not so tolerant.

"You looked down on me."

Fenris exhales. If you look around, look, I knew you were on your back. The well-minded mercenaries who have taught me so much are liquoring behind them. Alcohol dishes must be your own battle. With a foolish fuss: "One silver coin for the captain's son!" or "Then I'll put this barrel of liquor on the enemy!" "Stinky breath, Temeer. I don't know what you're drinking! ♪ I don't know what you're talking about ♪

"Ahhh? I don't think it makes sense for me to look up to the guy below me."

Shoulder to shoulder are Skoll, Hattie, and good land and sea servicemen. I have a lot to do and want to do. To make it happen, I laughed and lost. Then I can't forgive myself. I slapped that big mouth.

I sealed the escape.

I'm sure they'll figure it out, but that's not gonna make it any better.

"Ha, you're right. I'll admit it, Temeer's a genius more than I am."

And two mothers before. The time has come to let go of those hands that have guided me. Don't be protected. From now on, protect it in your own name. Two mothers. Distorted relationships. Fenris thinks he's never been happier, though he's been around.

I got more love than people. Then it doubles, it gets stronger.

"Talent is good with Temeer's win. Instead -"

Once upon a time, I saw the back of a man and decided to hold two swords. That back, he's supposed to be hatefully dressed, strong enough to just drink and hold a woman and live at will, and he doesn't like it at all - he chases it with his eyes for some reason.

"Give me the victory!

I've lived to surpass such a man. It was a long way back, but, little by little, I turned around now, just a little, laughed.

No shards of character, that man's laugh.

In its eyes - there is a red glow.

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Wolfe has a total hairy body.

"... I don't know how to carry a lot of them."

The king of wolves knew that atmosphere. I reached out to an area that even my talented self could not reach. Only this second time have I stepped in even the world of war, which was a fierce day, a gladiator king, my own time. Sometimes on a wandering journey from there...

"... the path of the fool, huh? It's hard not to deny."

The White King did not reach the realm. That's obvious. The smarter he is, the more reason he stops before instinct stops. People wear out five bodies just because they're alive, but that rapidly accelerates it and definitely reduces its lifespan. Just one fight, throwing away a huge amount of time for that moment. It doesn't fit the bill.

It would be more constructive to create a soil where we could win without doing so.

The path of the fool. Shura Dao.

Lose time and throw away the rest too.

"You can't go in there with a syrup. It's not a decent place to be in a personal mood."

Cut and sell tomorrow. But I have something I want to get. Throw your life away. But I have something I want to have in my hands.

No wisdom, no dexterity enough to choose other paths, a frontier to transcend with one body.

"You don't have to look that much like me, you idiot."

Wolfe's eyes were a big worry, but he seemed a little happy.

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"I've never seen you come in outside of madness and fire, but I see, it's brilliant mental power. I don't think that's the same area as yours. So much, so steady."

"... well done. That's a sane thing to do. It's an incredible view to me. His blood tide, 'red', is not anger, hatred, or madness. Quiet destructive impulse. So beautiful, woohoo, is this love"

National Structure and Orpheus, next to which stands Raul. Injured, ahead of the losers staring, exists that may put an end to the man who pushed them down to defeat. The strongest, I can see its strength just standing.

against someone who was only marginally, but surely inferior - this pressure.

"The moves are good at being attacked, and they're not good at it. They're so comprehensive with each other."

"The skill is Lord Fenris, and the breadth of the moves is Lord Lionel. Well, not a big difference."

"With his physical abilities, Lionel was marginally poor, and this one, too, was winning that overall. But they all pulled back on the arrow tip where they saw the battle. You don't have to move, you don't have to ask, I know. He's the strongest on the spot right now."

Best-in-class talent is beyond its limits.

"If you are, can you outdo me with your moves? Eastern Businessmen"

"I don't want to say I can't. It's the defeat of the moves. That's the beast cutting off the road, the future with all its possibilities, and saying what to grab. I won't admit it. Admittedly, my path will be closed."

In the dark, the National Structure said it couldn't win. To the point of even being strong, the figure is amazing and the atmosphere is isolated. Live beyond man, beyond beast, in a flash of brilliance.

"Extreme. My way, all the other shores, its opposite pole."

Things beyond martial arts, they move.