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A second attempt at God.

I walk, prepared for what that means.

Slowly, I take one, two, three steps - as if to catch him off guard, I kick the fourth step hard.

There's no more holding back. I don't let the start-up be read with my accumulated 'body arts', I sprint, and raise my poisonous claws - but as if to take me by surprise, the voice resounds.

''It's 【Hoshi no ri】. Ring (Megumi), 'reverse' it--

I can hear it. And Kanami, who caught it in front of me, lightly waved her 'half-magical hand'.

With just that--.

----?

The pigeon tail was shocked.

It was a sudden attack that was not only invisible, but unrecognizable. Moreover, the force of the attack was as heavy as a giant stake drilling through a mountain range.

Kanami's figure was blurred and her vision turned completely black.

It was only when my foot floated off the ground that I realized I had been hit.

Furthermore, by the time I realized that the blow was ”a full-throated thrust from me in the 'future'”, I had already been blown backwards nearly a hundred meters.

I immediately flapped the wings on my back and used the 'Dragon Wind' to control my stopping control and attitude control, and landed.

''............!

I was going to kill the distance, but he let go of me in a second.

Immediately I looked up to see my target Kanami, but he was gone.

Nearly a hundred meters in front of me, where I should be, there was neither Kanami nor the God's Seat. Instead, there was a lone Kanami standing alone about ten meters to the right, diagonally in front of me.

Moreover, Noi's figure, crawling toward the sleeping Snow, was visible to the left - upside down (・・・・・・) in the sky (・・・・).

The space has shifted out of place, significantly.

Judging from Noi's overly dull movements in the upper left corner, it is very likely that not only his position but also time is distorted.

Leaving Noi, whose personality is incapable of harming others, I glare only at Kanami.

Right now, Kanami is weakening, tirelessly working on a magical construction that has never been done in the past.

Because her body is neither 'human' nor 'magic' but 'half-magic', it can be said to be the most unstable existence in the world.

All the magic that the unstable Kanami uses is divine.

What's more, it's instantaneous, dominant and dimensional.

'It doesn't matter. Let's eat more. Let's eat more of that godlike everything--

But once again, with tears streaming down my cheeks, I run out with the intention of beating Kanami to death with everything I've trained for until today.

I'm going to use all of my training to date to beat Kanami to death, and then I'm going to run.

Of course, my attacks will be magically reflected again - no, they will be 'reversed'.

The power of [Star's Reason] is an unknown number, but with the sensation of actually being hit right now, there's a possibility that even a definite event could be made to be reflected back in time.

It's a truly foul power.

However, this one uses the same amount of foul power, so I can't complain too much.

Kanami, who can see my 'status', would be able to clearly see the foul play.

To put it in terms of the other world's (otherworldly) game indicators, I was hit in the gut with my (my) power by 'Reversal' earlier.

However, my HP doesn't decrease.

Strictly speaking, my HP has decreased, but my maximum HP and HP immediately increase to the same degree.

It's a characteristic of the Dragon Newt that the more you eat, the stronger you become.

Of course, not all Dragon Newts are as foul as this. This is because I'm an 'evil dragon (Fafner)' - and Kanami knows this is because I'm an 'evil dragon (Fafner)' - so he frowned as if his face was a bit troubled.

And then he changes his method.

Flipping.

The sound of a book being rolled up.

”--just one more time.

With that, Seldra Queen Fillion began to challenge him.

It's probably because of kindness. He would not admit that the fight was pointless.

He will try to save (or kill) Aikawa Kanami, even while crying and suffering.

He seems to be ready to sacrifice himself to the Evil Dragon if he can defeat the man who has become a god.

That's great.

But he's just a little misunderstood--

Kanami doesn't drop his eyes to the page (page).

It's not for the decent reason that she doesn't let her guard down in battle. She keeps her gaze in the air due to 'constrictions' and recites my desperate battle in a matter-of-fact manner.

”--It's over now, Serdra.

Once upon a time, the story of the 'Dragon Slayer' has already reached the 'last page'.

So you're no longer an 'evil dragon', you're one of the 'demons' everywhere.

After all the stories, you've finally achieved normal happiness. Congratulations to you.

--The book is closed.

Hence, 100 layers are outside the book.

It's the backstage of the story, beyond the spine.

Aikawa Kanami is no longer the one who steals the logic of the dimension, but the one who steals the logic of the stars. Therefore, there was no way for 'The Trials of Zero' to begin. The existence that has gathered all the reasoning in one body and has now reached a higher dimension is, so to speak, the realm of the author of the world.

Therefore, his power is as absolute as his brushstrokes.

The purple line drawn by 'The One Who Steals the Reason of the Stars' Kanami was inevitable--

A reading in a relaxed tone of voice.

It was read through in less than zero-tenths of a second.

It's as if time stands still, the story that would have been improvised and 'written' is finished writing - and reflected in the world of reality (me).

Ten 'purple threads' crawled across the black surface of the water from under Kanami's feet, growing rapidly.

Like a divine brush drawing a purple line, they are reproducing the story that was just recited.

The movement of those ten 'purple threads' was distorted like a deceitful painting, and it was as fast as if time had stopped. For a creature that only lives in the third dimension, it was inevitable, but--

----!

If I am caught and trapped by this purple thread, it will be the end for me.

The magic that evolved with me and Fafner as a test case is called the Dimension Graduate ”Revive”, and it will change my life.

Perhaps this battle will be ”never happened”.

Probably, this battle is ”never happened”.

Even the motive will be ”never happened”.

I'm going to be taken back a thousand years and taken to my hometown, and I'll be made to eat everyone and ”forget” that.

It's the ultimate in seal-type magic.

However, I knew from the beginning that Kanami's basic tactic was the inevitable seal (it).

That's why I was using the skills 'Medicine Man', 'Compounding' and 'Alchemy' all the while 'befriending' Guren's magic stones.

In order to avoid the inevitable attacks, you need not only strength, stamina and magic power, but also speed and cleverness from an outsider. That's why I've been altering the black thread that I inherited from Glenn inside the body of Dragon Newt, which can also melt iron. I have mixed in not only insect wings, but also dragon scales and dragon blood to evolve it into a different substance, a kind of magic metal.

This new ”black thread” crawls through my body like a fungus thread and provides muscle and nerve support.

It was faster, stronger, and more multifunctional than normal nerve transmission, which originally took about 0.1 seconds. By nerves that could respond not only to electrical stimulation from the brain, but also to magical stimulation to the soul and the world--

”Gahhhhhhhhhh--！！！！

I had reacted to all ten 'purple threads', moving and dodging off.

However, it was no longer the movement of a living organism, and after dodging, my vision turned red.

The burden of movement beyond the limit must have torn blood vessels and muscles all over the body, including the eyeballs. But that's okay.

”You can pretend that I've never existed until today: ......!　Not gonna happen!　Thanks to the fact that I ate them to death: ......!　Thanks to you!　Evil dragons eat gods, kill gods, and come to life!

The unique blood mist from the time of 'dragonization' was erupting from the torn skin and repairing itself.

I took self-inflicted damage, but I gained more 'maximum HP' than that.

This is my basic tactic.

It's an evil and foul trait, no less than Kanami's.

Kanami stares at that evasion, ...... and gives up contact with the 'purple thread'.

I wasn't properly aware of my evasive movement, but from the timeless Kanami's point of view, it would have been a sickening move and appearance. She had a look of surprise on her face there.

'Is that ......, a revision of Yotaki's ”Nerves Without Mass” ......?

The power was very similar to my sister's hitaki, so she looked at me a bit.

Kanami is genuinely worried about my recklessness.

'Yeah, it would be a revamp. It's a deadly sketchy, overloaded 'failure'. But it's ...... anyway, you'll get used to it soon enough. ...... So, I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to revamp it even more for me .......

No, Serdra. ”Most of the 'adaptations' have already 'never happened'--

Kanami shook his head in pain.

He's a kind man, even for a god.

He hurts when I'm in pain, and he hurts.

When I'm in pain, you're in pain, you're in pain.

It's painful, and it's painful for me.

That's why I accelerate my self-harm so much that Kanami can make a sound.

The black thread extends from one end of my body to the other, all over my body.

--The 'affinity' with Glenn, who was 'together' in my stomach, progresses further.

The guy pushes me back and I brace myself.

Like a predator, I put all four feet on the ground.

It trembles deep in its throat, fangs peeking out, spitting out a mist of blood as it glares at the prey it wants to eat.

I knew it all along.

This is a stance that allows me to take advantage of my true power, not two legs that are dressed up.

Whenever I finish preparing to kick the ground, I flap my black wings.

I generate a ”dragon wind” that pushes me back and makes me tremble. Instead of trembling with trauma, I tremble to the limit of my own will, and that wind turns black.

--The 'black wind' blows.

The wind contains magical vibrations that can sever your soul just by touching it, due to the ”Glen Walker's Magic Stone” inside your body.

To this I added the ominous vibrations from the High Level Radioactive Waste in my body that sever the link between life with just a touch.

--The two vicious vibrations are now blending together beyond the walls of the world.

I will continue to push back with this Black Wind and continue to tread on all four feet.

More.

I want to accelerate more.

I can't kill the gods at this level yet.

Accelerate, accelerate, accelerate, accelerate, and cross the dimension.

Keep experimenting inside your body, imagining the most powerful 'true strength' you can think of.

Don't be afraid of failure. Keep mixing it up. No matter what happens, with my foul body...

'Don't mix it up, Serdra. Why do you repeatedly self-destruct with your past powers?　How is it that you, who have learned from those 'stealers of reason' who suffer from too much power, ......?

In the middle of the image, I was watered down.

I wonder if he was talking about the ”me who destroyed myself by doing too many internal experiments” in the future.

Either way, I thought his advice was quite close to the ”present”.

Including stretching your 'maximum HP' infinitely, this is probably dangerous enough to get advice from God: ...... but shut up. Shut up.

Just now, it's about to get supremely boring.

”Don't interrupt me,” I retort.

”I'm not an 'escape' anymore ....... It's not an unfortunate thing that everyone has become the ”stealer of reason”. Not a single 'curse' suffered has been in vain ......

A 'curse' is a 'curse'. It worked better without it. A new world without the 'curse'...

Drag the 'curse' and we're off.

I didn't hear a fully automatic answer that only spoiled me.

I'm the only one who speaks, I let go of the four feet I was standing on and kicked.

The ”Black Wind” pushes me into a sprint - but not me, I disappear.

An instantaneous movement from the demonic blast.

There are no swords or magic in their hands, no stance.

The only weapon is the speed of this movement.

I was parallel to the surface of the water and flew through the air.

And then I put my hand out in front of me.

If you touch that hand, everything will be scraped, shattered and disappeared.

Even if you snatch it, it will shatter.

Even if you come close, you will die.

With that hand wet with murderous intent, I mutter a word.

”--Die.

That joke of a move hit Kanami directly.

Only, as a matter of course, Kanami was able to catch the attack, which was impossible to defend against.

She moved one arm that wasn't holding a book and absorbed the impact cleanly with the side of her forearm.

It's a terrifying reaction speed and 'body art'. But I knew it would be easily prevented.

I flap my wings even more, intending to collapse Kanami's foothold and everything else with the 'black wind'.

Accelerate.

Accelerating and accelerating and accelerating, I levitated Kanami's body, which I caught in my fist.

Then, as it is, I carry the body of Kanami that I made float.

I fly to the black sea of the true (...) 'deepest (...)' that lies deep within the target, the seat of God - the target.

That place where all souls return, one step in and the spirit is destroyed, two steps and the soul melts and mixes, three steps and it leads to eternal rest.

I'll slam it into that sea, let it sink to the depths, weaken it to its limits, and then I'll eat it.

That's what I planned to do, and I kept on flying, and finally I reached the depths of the God's throne - but not (...).

............?

I didn't understand.

Now I was flying straight to the throne.

I never took my eyes off the ground for a moment, only looking at the God's seat on the horizon.

And yet, the moment I arrived there, there was no throne. There was no black sea either.

On the contrary, before I knew it (・・・・・・), there was no Kanami that I should have captured with my fist.

Even more improbable, I wasn't flying in the first place, I had my feet on the ground.

I was standing on a shallow spot in the middle of a hundred layers of water, with no entrance or seat of God.

I was just standing there in a daze.

For some reason, Kanami and I were facing each other, keeping a good distance of ten meters between us.

For some reason.

Before I knew it.

It was impossible.

I don't know why.

I was brought back to the beginning (the start).

And out of the corner of my eye, Kanami is rolling up a book with a spare face.

Presumably, though, she was using multiple dimensional magic. Even though I knew that was Kanami's specialty, it was a really unpleasant situation and feeling.

'Really, it makes me feel stupid to fight seriously, this ......!　He's so boring!　It's a boring way to fight!

Claims.

The last enemies (rasbosses) in the novels/games/manga you recommended (mixed in with the books you borrowed) were all cool and funny and fierce and fun to fight, but this is not funny at all.

It's not funny.

It's not funny.

It's boring.

But I knew this was also obvious from the beginning.

Even if it's too boring, I'll move on with tears in my eyes.

”............. Serdra, don't recite...

Just before proceeding.

I was reading ahead again, and Kanami stopped me hard.

You've been talking about the future for a while now. That's what's so boring.

You want to do this, but you can't help but make it even more boring.

Sipping the blood of sinfulness and the seed of sinfulness on an empty stomach.

The unattributed 'chanting' loses its freshness from things.

Simply put, life becomes boring.

It was really the worst 'price' to pay, but I dare to add it.

More.

Don't choose what you eat.

Don't like it.

Eat a lot and get bigger, or you won't be fighting Kanami.

'-- ”-- 'Vomit and vomit bright souls!

The ”chanting” echoes.

I chant as hard as I can right in front of the ”slice” and collect the magic as if I were looting it.

I won't laugh or sneer until I die. I won't laugh or laugh until I die.

So give me the money instead. Give me all of it, all of it, all of it.

--I'm not going to be able to get my hands on any more of it.

More and more.

I'm not going to be able to get the same thing for you.

Oh, it's boring ....... It's really boring ....... This fight is so boring! This field is so boring, this field is so boring. This field is so boring! Life's boring, boring, boring. This field is boring, boring, boring. ”It's boring!”!　'Too boring', 'too boring', 'too boring', 'too boring', 'too boring', 'too boring', eh!　”It's boring!” ”Boring!” ”Boring!” ”Boring!　'It's boring to death.' eh, eh, eh, ---- ！！！！

Shouting and chanting, a crack appeared in a hundred layers of space.

It's not magic.

It's only vibration.

The ”chanting” alone causes a crack in the world.

And this 100 layers of space (field) and the laws (rules).

It's like shattering glass, everything falls apart.

It's not a clean decomposition.

There is no kindness at all, just a space shattered roughly.

At any rate, after being crushed by the vibration (koe), all of the pieces were devoured.

--It is the vibrations that are being devoured.

The fragments of the world were broken into smaller and smaller pieces by the vibrations, just like being bitten by a beast.

After the pieces were crushed to their smallest size, they were also melted as if they were being digested. And the energy after the dissolution was assimilated into the surrounding unattributed magic power.

Hence, the vibration (voice) grew even louder, and it was expanding infinitely as it searched for the next prey and chewed - repeatedly.

My unattributed magical power swells everywhere, destruction begets destruction, and binge eating begets binge eating. It wasn't long before the space itself collapsed due to that worst cycle.

At last, the cobblestones and platform lights disappeared, and there was no shallow water underfoot.