episode_0064

LX.

[Good job this time too. Last candidate. Exceeded your expectations? Are you already stealing the highest level of Master?]

[You definitely made an effort.]

I? Me? Isn’t it? Did you barely reach the advanced level yet?

[Is it because of the blessings of the God of Struggle?]

[no way. You know very well that there is no way the threshold is so low that you can overcome it with just my blessing. I just opened up the same possibilities to the last candidate as I did to them. It is all the effort of the last candidate to reach there with all his might before the open door of possibility closes.]

Hello? I’m still a senior? hello?

I tried my best to signal with my facial expressions that it wasn’t like that, but the gods, who were good at reading other people’s thoughts until now, were busy conversing decisively, as if they couldn’t guess my thoughts at all.

just as expected. The surviving candidates, as well as those who are lying on the floor in awe but with their ears wide open, are looking at me in astonishment.

Master level.

The stage of whether or not the form of strong energy can be transformed.

For your information, it is difficult to say that I have completely reached the master level. The reason I can control the size of my strength and transform it is because I use all four divine powers, not because I am at a high level.

There is no way the gods wouldn’t know that. But suddenly it is described as just before the highest level?

[Doesn’t it seem like it won’t be long before you see the wall of semi-superhumans?]

[Yes. In fact, you can reach the highest level of Master if you work hard, so it is not that difficult. The only difference is how much effort you put in.]

“Hey? Is there any limit to the advent time?”

[huh.]

[Yes… all.]

A goddess who firmly answers yes, and a god of struggle who gives a strange answer by switching to informal speech while trying to speak politely. The two chatted for a while after that. With me as the subject.

The two, who had been chatting for a while, seemed to have realized something only then, giving a cold look to the candidates who were still floating in the air and saying.

[Why are you still doing this? Wouldn’t it be nice if it disappeared on its own? The binding force has also disappeared.]

[I may not be paying attention. They are like magic gods.]

[oh? Even if half of them are trash, isn’t that a bit harsh?]

[I went too far. I apologize.]

I don’t know why ‘someone like a magic god’ is such a harsh word, but surprisingly, the god of struggle who took over the witch’s body apologized right away.

And the power that supported the candidates from heaven disappeared.

The reason I say ‘disappeared’ here is because it really did. The strength that supported my feet as if I was standing on the ground in midair just disappeared without any sign.

This may sound obvious, but all of the candidates began free-falling towards the ground and eventually landed.

However, what I hope is that there will be no misunderstanding when using the expression “landing” here is that the remaining ten substitutes, excluding six including me, showed a strange feat of landing on their faces or backs.

With a tearing scream.

‘ha… . Just throwing them away… … .’

It was when I got down to the floor and sighed.

It was a time when I was looking sullenly at the gods who were standing next to me and smiling at me, as I had not yet disarmed them.

Do-do-do-do-!

Behind me, I can hear the sound of short steps, similar to what you would hear when a child runs. Actually, it was in the direction I was standing, but I tried to ignore it since I had no interaction with people who could be considered children.

fault!

If it weren’t for the sound of someone coming near me and hitting the ground. The moment I reflexively dodged my body to the side at the sound,

“Huh? Ph, fly!”

A familiar figure and voice pass before my eyes, and I barely succeed in manifesting magic before being thrown to the ground. A child who floats about 5cm above the ground and barely manages to maintain his or her balance after struggling with his or her feet.

“Was it Lina?”

No, it was Lina with a child-like body.

“Yes. I almost fell.”

“Huh? Why are you talking so long?”

“Today. I feel good.”

“Why do I feel like this?”

“Because Gray called my name. a moment ago. Up there.”

What Lina is saying is probably referring to what I pointed out earlier as a good candidate.

At the same time, is it an illusion that when you twist your body, your large breasts look particularly prominent and do not fit your small body type?

“Why is that?”

“To be embarrassed~. Shall we go now?”

“Huh? Where?”

“To make a baby?”

“No.”

“Why!”

If there were only four of them, including Arcana and Lina, there were now two strong gods.

In that situation, I was really embarrassed by Rina’s sudden outburst of ‘let’s make a baby’, and I pulled away from Rina who was clinging to me more firmly than usual.

No, I tried to. Normally, Rina would have retreated from my actions, but she grabbed one of my legs and clung to me.

What’s more embarrassing is that the current clown is not the original clown.

So, normally, the clown would take him in and take care of him, but he couldn’t do that.

As a result, it stuck to me when I let it apart, and it stuck to me when I let it apart, so it had to be an untimely spectacle on the street for a while.

[What a cute kid.]

[This child strangely reminds me of the god of death. Of course, he looks better than the immature god of death… Ugh!]

The god of struggle, who suddenly groaned and touched his shin with the witch’s body, as if someone had kicked him in the shin, could not finish his sentence like that.

“Isn’t it time to go back now? Are you using someone else’s woman’s body for too long?”

At first, I was polite to them, but these guys showed no signs of going easy.

If you ask me how I am so sure, I will tell you that it is because I am now calmly sipping tea as a clown and a witch. I was sitting in the same spot in the teahouse where I had been sitting with the two women just moments before.

[Hmm~?]

[…] … .]

Look at me. You’re just drinking tea while pretending not to hear and making a ‘slurping’ sound!

“… Oh, that’s right.”

As I expressed my displeasure, something suddenly occurred to me and I looked through the deck of cards. Then he placed the card, still shining with black luster, on the table.

“Do you know where this is used?”

[Hmm~. Have you finally thought about it?]

[You are too late. I was already waiting.]

This indirectly revealed that the reason they were angry and did not resolve Kangrim was because of this. why?

“En? Then tell me… … .”

[Then it won’t work. Isn’t this an act of ‘directly’ helping the ‘individual’ candidate?]

[you’re right. It is completely different from us showing ‘mercy’ by answering the candidate’s ‘question’ to the God who ‘justified’ descended, rather than coming forward and informing us.]

“Ah… .”

I have no idea. As expected, this kind of Zen-like conversation doesn’t suit me.

[First of all, you probably know this card, but it is accumulated every time you defeat demons. I know that? No matter what point card you use, you always have to accumulate points.]

[hmm… … . I can’t agree with what you said next. In any case, the death accumulated on the card will automatically reveal its usefulness the moment it is needed.]

“The moment you need it?”

[I cannot provide a clear explanation here because the prerequisites have not been met yet. However, I can assure you that the accumulated deaths will definitely help Gray.]

“Condition? Help?”

frustrated. No, it’s okay to just say it coolly, these gods are like a Zen question and answer.

[Heh. Kid. Do you know how much power you need to use that power?]

At that time, the goddess who was listening quietly, as if she had heard my inner thoughts, referred to me as a ‘little one’ with the mouth of a clown and asked that question. Of course I shook my head left and right.

[If we say the power it takes to awaken you is ’10’, then the power it takes to awaken you like this is about ‘0.1’ per ten minutes? But how much do you think it would cost for us to ‘voluntarily’ hand over information about the card to you?]

“Hmm… Since Kangrim said 0.1, is it around 1?”

At first, I tried to say I didn’t know, but for some reason it didn’t seem like he wanted such an insincere answer – in fact, I thought he would ask me to fight if I answered so insincerely – so I answered roughly.

And the answer that came from the goddess was unexpected.

[It is 50.]

“Huh?”

[How much of an impact will it have on dealing with the devil? And not information that applies to an entire continent, but information that is useful only to one person, you. In that sense, the point of giving you all the information about the card… No, the strength is 50. That’s why we waited without telling you in advance, and even the answer has no choice but to answer like a Zen question.]

“Then what do you answer when I ask?”

[It’s okay to ignore the vague and inaccurate answers like now.]

The goddess looked relaxed as she spoke in a negligible way, smiled until the corners of her eyes curled, and slurped down her tea. It’s as if they have no intention of losing.

“I see. There are still conditions, but it will be helpful, right?”

And I, too, felt relieved by her attitude.

Surely, as that goddess said, isn’t it all about accumulating points? They say they will help you someday. Well, demons are the ones that have to be defeated anyway.

[Hoo~. I wasn’t usually very observant. Surprising? Are you only good at combat?]

“Me? Isn’t that 153 dan smart?”

I was so offended that I was told that I had no sense, so I came up with an answer like that. However, the nameless goddess did not say anything. Just drinking tea,

[Phew.]

The car just spewed out with a sound. I felt strangely angry, but I held back because I felt like I would lose if I fought. I endured it really hard.

[Now that the work is done. I should go play with my baby too.]

[Take care.]

Then, very suddenly and unexpectedly, the god who had descended on the clown and the witch canceled his descent and disappeared.

[ah!]

No, I thought it was gone.

It is true that the God of Struggle who occupied the witch’s body released his power.

However, the God of Time, who occupies the clown’s body, revealed his presence with a sweet exclamation, rubbing his fingers together as if he had forgotten something.

[Oh my.]

“Please tell me. The One who controls eternity.”

It seemed that the God of Time had business with the witch, not me. And the witch also knows who the other person is… … ?

wait for a sec.

Why do I know that woman is the ‘God of Time’?

The voice sounds familiar?

why?

When you feel frustrated that something seems to come to mind but doesn’t,

[then. That’s what I’m asking for.]

“Thank you.”

[what. You are doing the work that needs to be done here. We are grateful.]

Time disappeared after God had a short conversation with the witch.

“What… Hey?”

Coincidentally, because the timing was right, the memories that seemed to fly away completely disappeared.

After the crazy gods disappeared like that, the clown, the witch, and Lina tried to have a sweet day, but they couldn’t.

“Lower… Sigh… . you! Really!!”

The attention of the tea shop is once again focused on the beautiful woman who appears in front of us, making a very misunderstood moan.

“Monster elementalist?”

“Who is the monster! You bastard!”

She was a blacksmith, the owner of the ‘Slipped Hand’, and a spiritist who controlled two top-level spirits. Still don’t know the name.

“You didn’t tell me your name. What’s more important than that?”

“Ha! Is there a problem? you! You bastard! They said it would be in a temple! I went to the temple and they said I couldn’t meet you?”

“Ah… … !”

It certainly was. He said he would be at the temple.

The reason for wanting to be in the temple was training, but in reality, security was a problem due to the absence of Arcana.

Then today, after being able to summon the clown and the witch, they came out altogether. While we were on a date-like date, the coming of God happened, and it was just now that we were released.

Even if that woman had looked for me at the temple, she probably wouldn’t have been able to find me.

“Are you ignoring the window I made? Or are you ignoring me?”

“That can’t be… … ? omg? Ignoring it? Who? Me? Isn’t it? Absolutely not?”

“Well, what is it? Come on? You?”

In the first place, I don’t want to ignore the spiritist, who is said to be rare even among semi-initiates, but what if there is someone like me who can see the information about that spear that she is waving in her hand?

ignore?

I will delete that word itself from my mind. That is, if this window is meant to be mine.

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『Dūrámen』

It is a spear that ‘inherits’ the name True Name, which means “firmness” or “firmness” in ancient language.

It is an artifact-class weapon created by a blacksmith and wizard who rose to the rank of master using materials that are not easy to obtain, with the power of the fire of the highest-grade fire spirit and the power of the highest-grade earth spirit.

I don’t know for some reason, but the blacksmith’s own power flowed into it without his intention, making it an even better weapon. As a result of using adamantium, the hardest iron, as its main material, it has unique characteristics.

Indestructible [Limited to semi-superhumans]

200% increase in strength conductivity

―Unique continuous effect: Attribute affinity – Fire (Fire)

―Unique continuous effect: Attribute affinity – Thunder

―Unique right to use: injection

―Unique Ability: Vazura

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