A perfect plan. The little sister fox was satisfied with her plan without expressing it.

I am afraid of my talent to come up with such a plan the moment I see the tournament table.

I don't know what it is, but it seems that Mr. Crisis is a famous hunter in the human world, and his opponent has the exact same name. It's a plan that can only work if both of them are present.

The sister fox's ploy made Mr. Crisis a fake. No matter how much she denies it later, she has made a clear statement to this crowd. She would have a hard time regaining her honor.
The only thing I regret is that I can't see with my own eyes that face with no sense of crisis getting impatient, but that can't be helped.

The only thing left to do is to lose before the trick of hesitation that he had played on Mr. Crisis wears off. Mr. Crisis would not even stand on the stage, he would be defeated before he knew it!


Sister Fox's transformation technique is perfect. Although there are differences in the degree of proficiency, the illusions of the Inn of the Lost generally have the power to transform into people.

Krach Andrich took a step back and muttered with a stunned expression.



'What are you ...... saying ......?

'Are you surprised? You didn't think there was a fake? Did you think it was a coincidence that you and I met?

I read the mind of the person in front of me a little bit and make it all add up. The art of the fox is a trick to deceive people. It is easy to play the hand of a stranger.

But this man, Klach Andrich, is very strange.
There is no darkness in his eyes, no malice in his heart. His polished soul reflects a power appropriate to his body, and the staff in his hand is a treasure.


The only resemblance between her and Mr. Crisis is in her name. He has the same hair color, if I may say so, but apart from those two points, everything else is different.
And this guy apparently doesn't know about the "thousand changes". The world is really strange, even though it seems to be quite famous.

But it's a good thing. If he were a fake, he would have been upset by the sister fox's declaration, but he's not aware of it.



It is as if the heavens are telling the sister fox to transform.
She will transform Kulahi, she will transform the audience, and she will transform Mr. Crisis.


The sister fox opens her arms to show that she has room. I can feel countless eyes gathering on me.
Eyes of curiosity. A look of confusion. A look of contempt. The buzz of confusion is pleasant. Confusion is the true nature of the illusion of the [Lost Inn].



--And then Krach Andrich stepped forward and said quietly, but with a trembling voice.



'Don't say such things, Krai. There is nothing real or fake in this world.



By the time he had finished, his body had stopped trembling. His eyes, the same color as Mr. Crisis's, were shining quietly.

Although his tone was quiet, his voice strangely resonated in the hall.


'No matter what you do, you can't become someone else. You can't become me, and I can't become you. But you don't have to become me in the first place! You don't have to become me, you're still a great Klei Andrich!

'...... '

He blinked his eyes and stared at the man who hadn't even noticed his sister fox's scheming.

The audience was completely listening to his strangely pleasant voice.

Well, it seems that Mr. Crisis has no sense of crisis, but this person with a similar name has no sense of crisis as well.


'I don't mind if you admire me. I don't mind that you have two names that look exactly like me. But please don't say such a sad thing as abandoning yourself to become me. ...... You are outstanding when you have the right to stand in this Martial Emperor Festival, you can't stand here as a mere fake. Including the fact that you admire me, you are Krei Andrich! Don't despise that fact, admit it to yourself! Then, and only then, will I be able to compete with you in battle with a smile on my face! I'll see you at the Martial Emperor Festival!


The straightforward voice disappeared into the sky. A beat later, the hall was filled with explosive cheers. Apparently, it was perceived as a performance.

Mr. Sense of Crisis has become like a bite dog. It was as planned, but well, I learned a lot about human society.

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It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're doing. The actual plan was to get ridiculed around here, but it seems that the pitying gaze is stronger than the ridicule.


'............ That's rubbish, real rubbish. Right here, right now, you're going down. This is the site of the Martial Emperor's Festival, show some martial prowess before you start talking nonsense. Or are you not sure you can win?


At the sound of the sister fox's voice, Kulahi's expression turned slightly sad, but he immediately shouted.

The wind blew. His black robe fluttered widely, and the staff in his right hand came into view.

It is a metallic staff with a blue crystal in its head. And it's not of this world.



'I will not be defeated by a fake you! I will stand as your goal, your ideal, until you find your true self! Most of all, Krei Andrich, for your own sake!



The sister fox brushed the voice aside.

Klai Andrich has talent. He has experience. He has a strong spirit.

But the wand the man in front of him held was an even greater advantage.

Purple lightning flashed around the crystal. It's a wand of treasure. A wand that specializes in a particular attribute and increases its power.


The sight was more than I expected, and I was satisfied without expressing it.
I see, I thought it was 10,000 times stronger than Mr. Crisis, but it turns out it's not just 10,000 times stronger. The magic power in his body is being kneaded and amplified explosively.




This man is a thunder sorcerer. And he is a unipolar sorcerer who has no other attributes.




The sky and the air were shivering. "A thousand flowers! Krach Andrich shouted.






'I'm going to defeat you... I owe you, so I'm not going to cut corners! Accept my full power! Traveling through a thousand heavens, shining like ten thousand flowers, the power of this Thunder Emperor, Clach Andrich!





Almost reflexively, I look up. And then-- a ray of light fell from the heavens.

















The audience seats at the Martial Emperor Festival. In one corner, the members of the Strange Freaks were observing the scene while shrinking back.

Ctry Smythe, who was on his knees and crossed his legs, saw the thunder falling from the sky and let out a tongue-lashing.

'Tsk. It's still ridiculously powerful. It's getting more powerful again.

'He's really strong. We don't need him.

Elizabeth Smythe - Zuly agreed with her and sighed deeply.

Krach is strong. He has a crackpot name, but he's strong for nothing.

He's simple. He's simple, gullible, doesn't think too much, and can't use various magic, which is the strength of a mage.

But he is strong.

Krach Andrich can only use the lightning spell, the most difficult of all the spells. And he loves its fierce lightning and shock spells, some call it the magic of heroes.


He's worked solo. He's been able to work solo. No matter how big the horde.
I'm sure Kulahi would've made it even if he didn't have a name just like that.



--He was devoting almost all of his abilities to the art of thunder. The name "Thousand Heavenly Flowers" was Kool's idea, but "Thunder Emperor" was not his own name. If he were to be given a second name, it would certainly be that one.



Countless lightning strikes struck the large venue. The violent impact and sound deflected the supposedly invisible barrier between the audience and the inside.
The converging thunderbolts made a deep hole in the ground, and the dust that rose from the impact flew up into the hall.


Obviously, this was not the kind of magic he would use on a human, but he would not care about that.

Krach is always at his best. And that was both his beauty and his flaw.


Cool Saiko, who had been looking pale all morning, held her stomach and muttered to herself.

'It's not good ...... this ...... when you don't even know their intentions yet ......'.

'Go for it, onee-chan! I'm not sure what to do.

Lushaar is cheering, scared of the thunder.

It's true that Krahi is strong. He's strong, but he doesn't think he can beat a Level 8.

The treasure house that Krach Andrich is always adventuring in is level 5. Because of the weak Kools, he had to lower the level of the treasure house he explores.
His offensive magic is too weak to work with multiple players.

If Kool and the others had not created the Demon of Sorrows, Kulahi would have been able to conquer more and more treasure halls solo and become an even stronger sorcerer. It's not that I don't regret that fact.


--No matter what means one uses, one cannot become another.


Coincidentally, Kulahi's words were a critical hit with Kool and the others. What would he think if he found out that he had somehow become a fake?
The name resemblance was just a child's play. There would come a day when he would realize it.


--But now that we're here, there's nothing Cool and I can do. The die has already been cast.


The Thunder Emperor roars. More lightning strikes, more light and more impact.

The most famous advanced magic in the art of lightning, Calamity Thunder.



Highest level of lightning magic. The Raft of Heaven.



It's a technique that Kool and the others should never have seen in their entire lives, but it's like a natural disaster.


It's a terrifying technique that can turn even the most physically trained hunter into charcoal if it hits properly. Since it was a continuous attack, even the world's best defense, the warding finger, would be useless.
The other spectators were stunned, as if they hadn't expected such a technique to appear right from the start.


The lightning showed no signs of stopping.
The light made it impossible to see the figure of Krach Andrich. But if he had defeated his opponent, he should have had the sense to stop the magic.



The fact that the attack has not stopped is proof that the opponent is still alive.






Even Kool's foresight could not understand why the real one would declare it a fake. But the real "Thousand Transformations" was a scheming man, and if he didn't play his cards right, there would certainly be terrible consequences.

Now that he had come this far, even the coolest of the cool couldn't abandon him. Zulie, who is being treated as a cunning character, doesn't say anything either, so her intentions must be the same. As for Ruscha, I don't have to say anything.

Perhaps, if he shows his sincerity, he might be able to forgive [Thousand Transformations]. If he didn't intend to forgive her, he wouldn't have declared her a fake in the first place, and would have denounced her quickly. That's one way to look at it.



But even if the leader forgave him, would his friends forgive him?



The Ghost of Sorrows was a party that crushed every criminal organization and was feared even by blacklist hunters. The members of this party are as well known as "Thousand Changes". Kool and the others could crush them with a snap of their fingers. Besides, Kulahi is innocent, but Kool and the others are not.

His body trembles as he hears the incessant thunder. Then Cool casually looks at the seats where the real cheering members are.




--On the cheering seats, the members of the Footprints of the Beginning were shouting and cheering.


They were shouting at the top of their lungs, completely unconcerned by the thunder that was constantly falling. At first I thought they were cheering for real, but that didn't seem to be the case.

'Go! Do it! Give them a good beating!

The one who was particularly excited was Sven Anger of the Stormtrooper, whom he had met once before. He seems to be having a lot of fun.
I don't know what's going on anymore, but apparently the real friends don't care at all about the real strange declaration.

In every way incomprehensible.

'............'

Cool stopped thinking there. I can't do this anymore, it's too much. No matter how cool you are, you can't understand what you don't understand.
It's just a foresight based on a thousand swords. It's just a knee-jerk reaction.


And then, suddenly, the lightning stopped. Krahi's quizzical voice came out of the cloud of dust.




'Foolishly ............ dodged all of the inevitable lightning strikes! What are you--Krai Andrich!