“Can you win if I get close?”
Deshon asked, reaching out his hand.
“… I don’t know.”
He took Deshon’s hand and stood up.
“What an irresponsible commoner indeed.”
Again, the two smiled mischievously.
“… Desert bastards are the ones I know, what are those black ones?”
“Hmm… . I am married too.”
Coughing at my question, Deshon reached out and pulled a woman to his side.
“Oh! Is it our sphere?”
I saw it on the roof of the Continental Academy… .
A woman belonging to the blood sellers.
I was confused as to whether I should be surprised that the bloody woman was Deshon’s wife, or that she was a beauty with a dense charm that didn’t suit Deshon.
“that… I was a spy planted in me by blood sellers, and I have won my heart.”
Deshon’s words reminded him of a woman with an ordinary face next to him.
“Even though I was deceived by my origin and face, my love for her was sincere. So I proposed.”
Deshon stroked the woman’s face with an unsuitably serious face.
The woman smiled, as if unsuitably embarrassed, and took his hand.
‘… You must have liked it.’
Deshon, who would have liked the radiant beauty of the woman who took off her disguise, was good in her eyes.
“Anyway! So I’ve brought all the troops I can bring! On the way, I even met that desert tribe! I was worried that I would be late, but it looks like you showed up on time!”
Deshon slowly wrapped his arms around the woman’s waist and nodded with an arrogant expression on his face.
At that, I gently raised my thumb so that the woman could not see, and the corners of De’Shon’s lips went up even more.
‘This kid… I’m afraid I won’t be able to brag if I’m behind, didn’t you come in a hurry?’
A reasonable doubt arose.
“Open the way for revolution! Make a carpet out of blood!”
At someone’s shout, our short conversation ended.
Deshon nodded, grimacing as it was hard to breathe, and I also nodded to him.
There was still work to be done.
I lost a lot though.
“Are you okay, West?”
“… it’s okay? … yo. this?”
There are things left to keep.
I forced a smile and nodded my head.
“For the benefactor! Open the way! Children of the sand!”
The bastard shouted loudly and swung the spear in his hand, and the monsters retreated helplessly.
‘You are truly a bastard who knows grace.’
The spears they handle were black, unlike other irons, and gave off an unknown energy.
As a result, the monsters retreated.
The road leading to new blood was opening again.
“Then let’s go. friend.”
Deshon smiled awkwardly as he wiped the blood running down his shoulder.
I laughed according to the awkward word that Deshon spit out.
“I do. friend… .”
My pronunciation was more awkward than that, so I blurted out halfway through.
As if to understand him, Deshon laughed along.
“Open the way. Paid students will go… .”
He said playfully and grabbed the sword.
“The foolish way.”
In line with that, monsters were pushed out and a path made of blood was being created.
However, now that the Allied Forces have collapsed, it was difficult for them to open the road alone.
Surrounded by tens of thousands of monsters, they were forced to make their way.
His progress had to be slowed down.
Meanwhile, something suddenly appeared on the battlefield.
of great size… .
‘Thousands?!’
“Coo!!”
Mega Chun-Oh roared.
“human! The little man has grown so much that he is now a full, big man! However, the movement is so large that it makes me a little dizzy!!”
The sweet potato elf sitting on Cheon-oh’s shoulder greeted him by waving his hand.
How tall it was, it seemed small.
“… I thought there were more surprises.”
De’Shawn coughed and glanced at me slightly.
I didn’t know why the tiny Chun-Oh suddenly grew bigger, but it didn’t matter.
“… Mega Thousand! Make a way!!”
As if he understood my request, Chun-oh nodded and raised his fist high.
And the slamming posture was bad, but it didn’t matter. Because it was huge.
The monsters clinging to Mega Chun-oh’s fists ate and ate the flesh, but Chun-oh put up with an impression and continued to punch him.
As if catching insects, green blood gradually increased on the ground.
“Week!!”
Finally, Mega Chun-oh, who made the road longer by shooting Super Breath, took a step backwards to drop the monsters attached to his body.
I continued walking along that path.
He walked with the anticipation of those who were blocking it, bearing the weight of the burden on his shoulders.
“… The youngest! Me too!”
At the end of the road, at a blockage, a bloody fox was smiling brightly.
It was the eyes again.
like Lee Ji-soo.
heavy eyes.
He forced me to laugh too.
“… The youngest can do it! Because this is it!”
The fox raised its thumb and smiled as it burned its nine tails, and the fox disappeared, opening a fire that even melted the sand.
Others were too hot to walk the path, but only to me.
“… I can’t go any further.”
Deshon, who stood at the end of the flames, laughed bitterly.
“In the first place, a Cucking Ugly Orange doesn’t help much.”
I smiled playfully and stepped back again.
“… I beg you I want to have children.”
De’Shawn’s murmur was heard in the distance, then buried by the sound of blazing flames.
The world went dark again.
The monsters all retreated, and it felt like we were alone with something called a god.
Something called God was still staring at me somewhere other than me.
With red eyes full of despair as if on fire.
It seems like I don’t even care.
Again, he struggled to suppress the feeling of despair that stabbed into his bones and held out his shattered sword.
It was natural that the sword should be light because it was all broken, but the sword was heavier than ever. As much as I want my arm to fall out.
The burdens on my shoulders were heavy.
So many lives have been shattered for me.
There were countless people who believed in an idiot drunk with the title of a hero and sacrificed to make me come this far.
However, I couldn’t give up.
‘… It’s f*cking heavy.’
As usual, I spit out swear words to hide my weakness, and took the pose I practiced every day with the mad old man.
‘There is nothing black cannot cut.’
An old man’s voice was heard.
‘You just can’t cut it.’
The corners of his mouth were forcibly raised at the words that seemed to pierce me.
The two hands holding the sword became heavier and heavier.
The energy went around desperately trying to erase my weak heart again.
Andrea’s warmth was still felt in the divine power.
I was still able to raise my sword, so I just lifted it.
***
“Wow- congratulations!! Earth God! Because I believed it!”
“As expected from the dignified posture! Because it was a face that would become a kidney! I told you! It’s a prize that will become a kidney!”
The Earth God listened to the noise around him and looked at the approaching crown. The crown, which is said to have been carved from the stars of the universe, shone brilliantly and melted the heart of the Earth God.
The crown that any god dreams of.
highest glory.
A place to give orders to anyone.
However, the gaze that was drawn to something kept moving downwards.
‘If you wake up, you should run away… Why are you running to foreigners? like an idiot.’
Even though he had already died once, the apostle, unaware of the subject, got up again and pointed his sword at the foreign god, and it was frustrating.
‘… Foreign media is really the end. How can a person without a godhood fight foreign media… . stupid bastard! fool!’
Unlike themselves, who only looked down and watched, foreign media was a real god who could exert influence.
To such foreign media, his apostle did not know the subject and was revealing it.
‘I knew you were stupid enough to dare to treat me badly! You’d be so stupid! dummy! f*cking bastard!’
The earth god spit out harsh swear words and closed his eyes tightly, but he had no choice but to open them again.
‘… He said that the most terrifying is the feeling of hate.’
Recalling the words of the world, Dae Ji-shin struggled to contain his tears.
It was the crown that came right in front of me, but I couldn’t use it.
‘… When I grow up, I want to have the sea god dance.’
The Earth God blocked the crown he was about to put on his head. And muttered in a weeping voice.
“Sea god. Can’t you dance once?”
“… dance?”
The sea god, who was clapping next to him, frowned at the sudden request of the god of the sea.
“Anything that is as funny and childish as possible… .”
It was strange. If you wear the crown, you will become a kidney and command the gods, and come out in a low posture as if you were asking for it.
However, because the face of the god of earth was about to cry, the god of the sea had no choice but to nod his head.
I don’t know what that vicious bitch is up to, but I don’t know what kind of retaliation they’ll get later… .
The sea god danced the dance of drunken humans. It jumps like a bouncing ground and shakes the chest humorously.
… Pu ha ha!!
Seeing that, Jishin laughed out loud.
shed tears
I clicked something with my finger.
“… The Apostle Gacha sucks!!”
I shouted out evil, but inside I heard a voice full of remorse.
The figure of the Earth God who had just sat on the throne disappeared.
The crown, which had lost its owner, fell to the ground.
In an incomprehensible situation, the gods were speechless.
***
‘f*ck you bastard! Ugly bastard! The only thing that knows how to do it is a f*cking bastard! go away! I do not like you! I’m going to get another cool guy!’
At the same time as the sudden profanity, a different divine power was felt.
As if he had become a god.
‘… Earth God?’
It was quiet, but then the connection with the god of the earth who sweared at him was cut off.
I don’t know, but I could feel it instinctively.
The Earth God no longer exists. Because of that, I got a level to fight against that unknown thing.
Already, the unbearably heavy shoulders became even heavier.
There was no time to be sad.
There was already a lot of blood on it.
The sudden rise of the sword made the sword heavier.
‘Now… I think I can.’
His posture was disturbed by the weight of the sword, which was difficult to even take off his feet.
I tried to hold on by forcefully clenching my teeth, but the tip of the sword kept going down.
All the veins on his arm burst and blood gushed out of his skin.
In the end, the moment when I can’t stand it and the sword is about to fall-
[…] It’s really really inconvenient.]
I had strong muscles, but a slender arm grabbed my hand.
The tip of the sword was a little, but it came up.
and.
[…] Hmmm. It was a little hard to be quiet. boy.]
Arms clad in bright and shining armor held the sword handle together.
‘… you?’
[Isn’t that what happened? No, we are just boys with mental illness, can we succeed?]
[Khahahaha! I was just in a long sleep. I haven’t slept in a long time. Still, it was nice to see you when you were crying!]
A thick arm full of rough scars grabbed the last empty spot of the sword’s handle.
‘… It’s full of f*cking bastards.’
The broken and ugly sword was lifted up again.
[Catch God… What a wonderful achievement! Better than that lizard!]
[…] Rather than catching the Demon King!]
[Oh! Haven’t you caught your god?]
[Hmmm… .]
It may really be just a mental illness, as they say, but, ironically, I was able to energize their voices.
I was able to pick up my sword again.
I could take a step forward.
[My belief is anger! I struggled for ten years to kill the cheeky god who dared to steal my lover.]
A woman’s voice filled with heat was heard.
[Jim’s belief is struggle. It can be seen as a struggle to survive in a life that was like a wild wild.]
Like a wild beast’s roar, a harsh male voice was heard.
[My belief is responsibility. I struggled with my sword to take on that heavy responsibility. For the expectations of others.]
A clean man’s voice was heard.
They were like coercion, though.
The primal belief of struggling could support them all.
Each belief was overlaid on the sword in turn.
The struggle, anger, and responsibility were all drawn together.
They all had plausible names, but in the end, they all struggled.
A brilliant light fluttered behind the hero who walked on fire. It took the form of a whole cloak, scattering light that broke with every step it took.
Like someone’s tears, splendid and beautiful things scattered and recorded the hero’s steps on the ground.
Both eyes burned.
The arm holding the sword was full of power.
There was no hesitation in the legs that spurted the ground even when they jumped into what is called a god.
Finally, the boy is ready to become a hero.
Stepped on the road to becoming a hero.
At the first step on the road, the boy thought of Luna.
It reminded me of a black-haired beauty who suddenly appeared in her miserable but peaceful life and brought a storm.
Something broke, but remembering a woman whose only love was sincere, the boy took a step back.
With the second step, the boy thought of Kate.
Although she had a noble status, she lived with herself as a commoner. The woman with whom she first met.
Reminds me of her, who was always grunting because of awkward expressions of affection like herself.
The boy smiled and took another step.
On the third step, I remembered St Andrew.
The boy stepped forward again, remembering the first time he saw himself in surprise, the way he was always kind and the way he cared for him until the end.
The fourth step reminded me of Kiana.
I remembered her, who was always more noble and just than anyone she knew, and how she showed weakness, sincerely saddened by the misfortunes of others.
This time, the strength in the hand holding the sword was even stronger.
Then the boy took another step.
On the fifth step, I remembered Lee Ji-soo.
She was impressive until the very end. The boy trembled slightly, remembering her exactly what it meant to be crazy.
‘After all, the number of Lee Ji-su of 100 was an irrational number.’
The boy who laughed again took a step forward.
On the sixth step, I thought of Vicky.
No, I couldn’t help but think of it.
She lost her right leg, and was attached to the body of something called a god and devouring it with her teeth.
The boy leaned his head toward Vicky, who made eye contact. Vicky’s bizarre laughter was scattered in the wind.
Vicky was stronger than anyone he knew.
Now the boy has arrived right in front of God.
On the boy’s last step.
A small, skinny child came to mind.
He lost his parents and was orphaned overnight.
An ugly boy who couldn’t even cry when he was hit by a passing man while crying.
I saw a poor boy holding a sharp piece of glass that had fallen over evil and looking around with his bare hands.
As he was wandering through the streets, he found a book that fell on the roadside and was lying on the dirt.
A little, but the boy who knew how to read read him desperately to forget his hungry stomach.
The book was an obvious and obvious biography of a hero.
However, the protagonist is someone who was orphaned like a boy.
From that day on, the boy had a small dream.
that one day you will be a hero
In the end, though, I gave up on my poor talent.
Such a boy looked up at himself.
As if looking at the sun, with frowned eyes.
‘… Still, that’s enough of a hero, right?’
The hero who took the last step smiled at the boy.
The boy laughed softly at him.
The hero, who smashed the ground, soared upward as quickly as a shot arrow, and soon reached the chest of something called a god.
The god who filled half the world.
And the hero standing alone in front of him.
The difference between the two was enormous.
From the size to the energy that each emits.
Despair and apocalypse from God filled the world.
The light emitted by the hero standing in front of him was weak.
As if the wind would blow it away.
Suddenly, a brilliant light emanated from the hero’s broken sword. Never, ever, so bright and bright that we do not fall behind God.
neither white nor black.
An ambiguous color of gray was radiating brightly toward the world.
As if to write evil against the world, no… like cursing.
Everyone looked at the hero’s back and held their breath.
Then the hero swung his sword.
The eyes of God, who were still motionless, turned to him.
God’s one and only left hand moved for the first time.
At that moment, as if hiding, a quiet man moved.
Something intangible spewed out of the man’s hand with his eyes ripped.
What was contained in it was the last arrangement of the witch’s lifespan. In the meantime, the witch’s arrangement he had collected like crazy was shot.
It was shot like a shooting star falling upside down, and it bound the god’s left hand and made it immobile.
It was only for a moment, but that was enough.
The hero pierced the sword into the chest of the God that was exposed.
Then, like the world in the beginning, a dazzling light filled the surroundings.
People close their eyes instinctively to avoid being blinded.
To the world that finally opened my eyes.
The hero was kneeling.
There was nothing in front of him.
The dark clouds that covered the sun disappeared.
The forgotten warm sunlight filled the world.
like that.
The boy became a hero.
***
‘… Did you win?’
Aiden, whose body was tattered and his eyes burned in the divine spirit, judged the result with the cheers of those around him.
‘… No, can I say that I won?’
He sensed that his life was short.
It was the price of using power that did not fit the minute.
Feeling the futility of the word hero, while enduring the pain that is his proof.
Aiden noticed that the surroundings became quiet.
As if the world had stopped.
# what? Are you still alive?
And someone spoke.
# uh? Are you the guy from the previous episode? This time you killed it! Another variable! ahaha! It was a worthwhile round!
It’s like saying it’s very surprising.