172 – 173. You too have been ‘brainwashed’?
[I will kill you.]
Why?
Are they that confident?
[Can’t we be fair!]
How.
Are they so shameless?
[When did I say it was a test?]
There is no fear in both eyes.
There is not even an inch of hesitation.
He moves as if he is the main character in living in the world.
[Everyone goes later and thinks ‘everyone has an idea’.]
An absolute rule, so to speak.
Is it that you are forever safe within that law, and that’s why you can do whatever you want forever?
“My name is Mars, I am the guild leader of the Ares guild and the strongest man on earth! I haven’t lived an easy life enough to lose to a bastard!”
“Ah…”
Yes.
This is it.
That look.
A gaze that believes in what he has built up.
The thing behind your back, the thing you hold in your arms.
The absolute confidence you can get through the ‘history’ you’ve accumulated so far.
“I don’t think I’ll dare to be broken by a guy like you!”
Raising a sword.
A greatsword forged with a soul.
In other words, what that man is holding in his hand is his time, destiny, lifelong companion, and the foundation of his soul.
I grabbed the squyte lightly and ‘planned to break it’ and cut the greatsword to the side and scratched it.
─Close to close!
“Kuhh…That other attack without any energy!”
“…..?”
There was not a single scratch on the sword.
Strange. A bit too weird
Obviously, after damaging the sword, I tried to spend time on it, but it didn’t rust, and it didn’t even leave a speck on it.
‘…Come to think of it’
Someday there was that.
A sword that never breaks.
Marth’s Exclusive Weapon [Berserker]
In fact, there was a sword that could be pronounced as ‘Berserker’ and said that it was a sword that would never be broken until it died, and that its durability was increased to infinity at the risk of its own life.
“It’s roughly the same thing.”
“Oohhhhh!!!”
A series of attacks.
Of course, far from brushing, it was a series of futile trips to strange places.
Of course not.
In the first place, the current time was connected to the ‘time that doesn’t fit even one’.
It is decided that the future me will not fit.
That’s why the current me will never be ‘hit’.
Future Deterrence.
The compulsion of time.
… I’m saying that, but to be honest, it’s kind of like that.
‘I’m dizzy.’
I didn’t see a time limit like when I used the skill right away, but it seemed like it would be difficult to last that long.
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It felt like the little hourglass inside me was twisting the more I spent time and the more I used it.
So
“You should enjoy it to the fullest.”
You never know when the later will come.
Then let’s do our best even at this moment.
If it were me in the past, I would have thought about the future and even saved this, but for some reason I didn’t want to cherish it at all.
Even if I die
Even if I break
—Squeak.
“Keuk?!”
Kill.
No, you shouldn’t simply kill them.
Because there must be someone watching me like this somewhere.
‘As miserable as possible’
So that you don’t even have the heart to resist anymore.
With all my might. With all sincerity
─Sugak. Each. Quick!
“Keep it off…!!”
“…One arm.”
Now there are only three left.
“…Not easy, isn’t this?”
“??”
…Should be.
I picked up my arm that had fallen on the floor, put it on the cut section, and spit it out.
─Chi-i-i-ik…!
“…That’s it.”
“Wow.”
Is it a lizard?
How do you spit that thing?
I almost freaked out at the troll-worthy durability.
…Of course
─Bagak!
“!!,… You bastard…!”
“It’s difficult to recover on your own.”
The ‘authority’ for scars caused by squyte did not disappear.
I turned back the time I recovered. Somehow, the arm that had been regenerated was in vain.
Once again a one-armed person.
However, the man did not lose heart and did not tremble in fear, looking at me with only one arm left.
“…As expected, you are dangerous.”
“No. It’s dangerous.”
It is you who are in danger.
A man who denies it, but wields a sword as if he had no intention of listening anyway.
Of course, I just hit the floor emptyly without getting hit, but as if that was a target, it started to drive me back and further back.
“No matter how much you’re a monster——if there’s nowhere to run, you’ll have to get hit!”
“………..”
The man who drove me into a corner with all his might.
When he finally lifted his sword and tried to strike me down, that wrist, elbow, and even beyond his shoulder.
─Suga and go!
“……. Ha?”
Cut.
Beared over.
Beyond the skin, leather, and muscles, to the bones of the joints.
I asked the man who had lost both hands in the end.
“No matter how much of a monster you are… You can’t hold a sword without hands, right?”
“…f*ck!”
“Oh.”
Headbutt.
A straight line attack.
When you lightly try to spur your legs to avoid it——As expected, I can’t say that you’re dishonest?
‘Look at how I stepped on it.’
Even when my arm was cut off and I was dying, I forced myself to step on my foot to stop me.
Thanks to that, the moment I get hit with no place to escape
─Paaagh!
“Kuh…Ahh…!”
“…Is this a true story?”
The man who hit the headbutt with all his might finally stepped back with a double nosebleed.
In contrast, I have a body with no scars.
I need a squyte when I need to adjust other people’s time, but do I need a squyte when I say my body handles it?
Only the lightly hit area stopped time to reflect all impact.
The cost of that was two front teeth that were absurdly missing and a runny nose that was thick with blood.
Honestly, at this point, I wonder if it’s right to give up, but…
─Thump…!
“Kahahhhhh.”
“…That’s great.”
A human holding a sword with his feet as both hands are cut off.
It’s almost like an ape-like evolution, not a human, so I can’t help but wonder at this point.
‘What on earth is that person?’
Did they make it that strong?
As a person, he’s garbage, but as a creature, he’s truly strong, invincible, superhuman.
─Uhhhhh…
“…Squite?”
The squyte vibrates.
Use me. Use me a little more
‘You are still writing’
What else can I do here?
At that time, I was a little taken aback by the feel of the knob tightening my hand as if I wanted something.
“…Ah.”
No way.
I fixed the squyte.
I fixed it and put ‘time’ into it.
The power of Kronos. The divinity of Kronos. The concept of ‘time’ that it has.
─Kuddeuk… Kkudeudeuk…!
“Oh…!”
It changes.
No, I’m going to break away.
Until now, I had no choice but to hide myself.
Shows the true ‘self’ that was weak and weak, and had to hide from the owner’s incompetence.
It’s Kronos’ scythe.
It is the god of time and used by the god of ‘harvest’.
“[Scythe of Harvest – Squite]”
A scythe that has turned black to ink.
A sickle that was just black, black, black.
“Awake——Pacheon (波天), splitting the sky!”
“[Wow…That looks strong?]”
I’m talking about the intense swordsman attacking as if it’s about to destroy the world.
“[By the way, ‘when’ did you learn that?]”
“Your mother learned before she was born!”
“[That’s a bit too much of an answer…But that’s strange?]”
When Chrono’s head is about to break.
Chrono said as he supported his sword with the hilt of his scythe.
─Pacan……!
“[You’ve never learned what ‘Pacheon’ is, have you?]”
“…Kuh…!”
It’s gone.
No, I just messed up.
‘How…?’
Why? Does it make sense to block so lightly without resorting to strange tricks?
The man was embarrassed, but his body still continued to attack and tried to use ‘Pacheon’.
Pacheon.
A sword that rips through the sky.
And the “Self-sword” Created by accepting that will is——
─Pacan!
“…What is this…”
I got stuck again. Keep getting blocked
Has it gotten stronger? No. Chrono didn’t get stronger.
In that case——I said I became weak…?
“[It can’t be helped, right?]”
The feeling that something is empty. It’s empty, it’s horrifyingly empty.
The feeling of forcibly trying to copy something that can’t be grasped…
Yes.
As if from the beginning…
“[How can you use that sword when you haven’t learned it in the first place and don’t even have ‘time’ to train it?]”
“You… Can’t…!”
“[Ah, if you don’t know, can I teach you?]”
A scythe that was obviously black.
But for some reason, it’s giving off a red aura right now.
Chrono whispered as he lifted the scythe with both hands.
“[Facheon(破天)]”
“Ah…Ahhh!”
That’s it.
That motion. That attitude.
That overwhelming and violent howl, reminiscent of the king of the king.
A sword made with the single thought of tearing to death with my own hands the sky that dared to suppress itself.
And the one and only sword that made me finally get a wife and an eternal companion…
“Quaaa!!!”
You are cutting me.
Ruthlessly. Without hesitation.
From the right shoulder to the left flank.
A mixture of scarlet internal organs and white bone fragments flowed out from under the elongated cuts.
“You bastard… How dare you, how dare you…!”
“[Hmm, even this won’t kill me. Maybe it’s because of the ‘time’ I trained?]”
In the blurred vision.
Chrono smiled brightly and raised his scythe.
“[But it’s strange.]”
I just smiled all the time.
As if they were happy. Like dying of joy.
Every single one of these times is so much fun, it’s like dying.
─Sugak!
“[In the first place, you’ve never trained, have you?]”
“Ohhhhh??”
My leg was cut.
The experience of being cut by something is familiar.
Familiar, familiar, no longer unfamiliar pain…
“aaa!!!”
Sense of skin being cut.
A sense of crushing flesh.
Sense of breaking muscles and crushing bones.
It hurts.
It hurts so much.
It hurts enough to make my eyes burst with tears
‘This can’t be… This can’t be…’
With just this much scar, I, my legs—
“Huh…Uh huh huh?!”
─It’s shrinking.
Full of muscle. The right leg, which had been trained with blood and sweat, began to change into that of a skinny old man.
A debilitating body.
A body that is getting weaker.
The moment you are not yourself.
─Tuduk…
“[Oh!]”
“…No…”
The sword is cracked.
A sword forged with a soul.
The sword that contained his entire life began to break.
“[Is it because it’s a sword forged from a soul? If the soul itself weakens, the sword weakens too?]”
“No…No, no no…!”
At that moment, the man denied it for the first time.
“[Hmmm. Yeah, right? It’s because it usually takes ‘time’ to affirm oneself.]”
“Don’t…Don’t do it, you f*cking bastard——Kwaaagh!”
Left leg, left foot.
Proof of training. The training time is disappearing.
“No…I can’t do this, I can’t do this…!”
It is gradually changing.
From the self that has always been confident
At the sight of oneself becoming an old and filthy old man
“[Ah, by the way, I’ll take this opportunity to give you my arm back! You don’t have to thank me too much!]”
“Ah…Ahhh…!”
If there is a hell, this is it.
At that time when even reason was no longer intact.
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“Stop…”
“[….. Huh?]”
“Stop it, you f*cking bastard!”
“[………]”
Someone is running.
Runs up and raises a sword and shouts.
“This is enough!!!”
“[………..]”
Invasion of Mars.
He appears holding a sword in both hands and opposes Chrono.
Only to protect. To protect their father.
And Chrono, who saw that, was—
“[Mars…You’ve been ‘brainwashed’ too?]”
“What…?”
[Don’t worry, Mars! If you get rid of the moment you were brainwashed, it will come back to normal!]”
“No, not, ah, Kyaah? !!”
—As it was, he swung the blade of Squite at Mars.