It's already slow to deal with and reaction is a step too late. But still, it was already good. The sword is pulled back into the hands of the looming Crockel as if it were being manipulated.
　The sword that was forcibly pulled out floods a large amount of blood.

　--Kronos, huh? That's right.

　In the midst of the pain, Ars suddenly uttered such a thing as it seeped into his mind.

　Crockel, who is coming towards us while ripping the [Violent Predator (Gura Eater)] straight as if sliding, is expressionless, not even convinced of victory. I don't even know what he's aiming for, but I do know that by the time the Gra Eater turns and comes back, everything will have been settled.
　A haze hangs over my right eye and pain hits the right half of my vision. He was right, this must be the 【Ezeforge's Lacquer Eye】.

　So what is it called?

　As he twists and turns, Ars disarms 【Raging Predator (Gla Eater)】, the incarnation of the magic eye. Instantly, the distorted darkness disappears, and the right eye once again experiences intense pain.
　Even if [Violent Predator (Gla Eater)] is erased, the haze does not disappear. The right half of Crockel's body is invisible, but that's also irrelevant.

''Die and become a human pillar, Ars!

　Ars quietly opens his mouth to Crokel, who shouts as if spurred on by something.

'Scatter to the illusion, hero....'

　The swung blade crossed within a flash - it seemed as if it was going to be. However, the time between the two men had indeed stopped. Ars's mouth, which had been uttered just before, had certainly told him. Finally, he was able to decide on a magic name. It was as if his mouth wanted to utter it, but he spun out the words in a slurred manner.

''[Oblivion of Time (Chrono Stasis)]

　An unsystematic extreme that works on the other person's five senses.
　It mainly acts on the sensory system from vision to the sensory organs to create the illusion of recognition and fixation. To put it simply, it is a spell to force misperception. It renders time unrecognizable. Hence, the opponent's time stops completely.

　Even if it's a trivial stagnation of less than one second, this moment of deciding the match can make a decisive difference.

　Crockel doesn't move slightly as he swings, and the sword, which has been sucking Ars's blood, remains set at his waist. His focus is also not linked to Ars's movements.
　Ars swings his dagger high in the air as if to bite into this moment, albeit slightly.



　Krokel could perceive the moment as a delay in time, but his brain does not reflect it correctly. The body wasn't able to accurately recognize time.
　Still, it was true that [Hekuatla's Blue Eyes] instantly analyzed Ars's movements and projected them onto his vision.
　Leaving behind an afterimage, Crockel could barely follow the figure moving far faster than him. If only his eyes could recognize and capture his opponent more accurately....

　As if to meet his expectations, the blue eyes repeated the calculations in his eyes at a dizzying pace. The operating limit that seems to be burning out makes red liquid drip from the eye with a twang.

　--not yet. Not yet..........

　The momentary thought of praying so made the operation of the magic eye even faster, and it gradually affected the brain as well.
　The brain can't keep up with the vast calculations of the burning eye. The brain didn't listen to what the brain said to link the scenery it was seeing and reflect it into the body.
　The next thing you know, your brain is working full on the details... and then....

　I felt like I was showing Crockel something.



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　Latifah wanted to hear every night about the poor heroics that the boy had just come up with. How long did it last? When it became a story that had already been memorized enough in the boy's mind that it could be repeated.
　The news that Latifa's eye was on the verge of being cured recently had caused his sister to move into a room for three days to concentrate on intensive treatment.

　Magical technology has begun to rapidly advance in addition to modern medicine. The possibilities of magic with growing interest. Initially, the boy suddenly remembered the goal of his research, wondering if he had mentioned such a thing.

　The boy was also tapped on the shoulder for his contribution. Sometimes the facility would be shaken up and the nearly one hundred researchers would be in a state of turmoil for a long time, but he wondered if that was enough, but he had nothing to say to the boy, so he didn't have anything to say. It was always just a clerical conversation.

　As usual, the boy walked off to the side as usual on his way to the lab, sidestepping the large pile of sacks on the cart he passed on his way to the lab. His mind was a bit busy today. There was no way I was going to pay attention to the number of mountains.

　I had to worry about Latifah, but I had promised her that I would. She wanted to hear the rest of the sad heroic tale.

　--Hmmm. I knew there was only a happy ending.

　Thinking about what happened to the heroes who kept on trying to do their best was something that made the boy's heart soar. Because it is a story for a brother and sister to do their best, and the sister is now doing her best just like the hero.

　That's why the two of them have no choice but to live slowly, leisurely, and happily together at the end of the day. But now that he thought about it, the boy did not know any other form of happiness.
　There were too many things that he didn't know about the world, such as how big it was.

　-- then let's go on a journey. Yes, living slowly should be fine afterwards. I'm sure he'll want to see the world when his eyes heal.

　The idea of danger outside has completely slipped my mind, and for now, happiness is all I can imagine.
　Huh, my cheeks naturally break into a smile, and I'm itching to tell my sister the story. It's settled, it's the only way, so the boy opened the door to the lab today.


　And then he saw.
　A creepy liquid filling a huge container.
　He saw a small, deformed monster cowering inside it. Half of the body was black and charred, with strange skin.

　And when he saw the other half of the body, the boy's eyes widened to their limits and his knees folded.
　The reddish-black eyes of the monster slowly and weakly opened. Half of his face ... half of his body was transformed into that of a deformed thing, and the thing moved its hard lips as if in intense pain, and his crushed throat was mixed with a strange sound, a sure sound in the liquid ... a gentle sound.

'O, ni, yi, cha, n........'



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'Uhhhh!!!'
...!

　Despair and fear welled up. It moved Crockel's arm as if it had been freed from the control of his brain.
　The slashing sensation that remains for sure.

　His delirious eyes only reflected his inner self and refused to understand the current situation.

　The thing he had slashed now fell in the air as a mere part. Yes, Ars was spurting blood from the base of his right arm.


　Still, Ars didn't feel the pain he expected and didn't stop moving towards the enemy in front of him.

'I'll give you at least one of my arms.

　Just before his right arm was cut off, Ars let go of the AWR he had clutched. He responded to that expectation, the premonition, the expectation.

　That's why even though Ars had his arm dropped, it didn't affect his movements in any way. He turned his left arm around to the other side to curl it up.
　It wasn't to stop the bleeding on his arm, his hand was indeed gripping the chain and transferring the magic to it.
　There was no need for a complex construct as magic. The chain that was just thrown out into the air reacted to the magic power and became a straight line like a stick. It became a weapon like a spear.

　And then, aiming at Krokel's heart, I thrust it with all my might.

''Gahaha!!!''

　The dagger went deeper into the heart at the same time as it hit the ground, though Crockel held the hilt and tried to resist.
　The impact of the collision took away the power of resistance from Crockel by the roots. The 【Hekuatla's Blue Eyes】 that had shone so brightly and repeated calculations now seemed to be meekly interlocking the faint flicker of light with the light of life.

　The reverberations of the heartbeat transmitted from the chain were transmitted to Ars's hand as a vibration.

　When you release your hand from the chain, the magic power to hold it in place has done its job and is now roooshing on the roost on Croaker's chest, jangling.

　I'm sure you'll be able to find an ounce of regret that the wish you've been craving has been crushed, looking down on him. On the contrary, it reflected a peaceful object of relief.
　Blue eyes that slowly turned to Ars.

Go to Babel. You have a right to know and my....

　Without telling him the end, Crokel let the light in his blue eyes disappear. Somewhat satisfied and surrendered, Ars was unable to say anything.
　What he was trying to do would save many lives. There is no justice or evil there, it's just a construct. Whether it was a righteous deed or an evil deed, if it resulted in saving many lives, people would keep their mouths shut and live today.

　Then his ambition was crushed. And it was Ars that stood in the way of that.
　And yet.


...

　As he backs away, Ars takes a few steps away. But he can't move an inch from there, and his knee breaks against Ars's will.
　The right arm loses the body it should have from its base to the point that there is no point in even looking at it, and blood flows out of the body that can't even find a way to stop it. No matter how much actual fighting he has done in the outside world, first aid medical equipment can't do anything.

　All there is is a needle and thread planted in the sole of the shoe.

　Fresh blood rides over the hand that presses down on the wound without a second thought. The pain is a momentary nightmare that leads your consciousness to the bottom of the mud, as if it were a temporary nightmare. He himself is not able to realize the life force to live. Still, if there is only one way to do so, now is the time when the life force to live is leaking out.

　I don't even know if there is any point in holding on to it. The hand is probably an action to alleviate the pain, a resistance to death.



　Before I knew it, the haze in my right eye was gone and my vision began to blur instead. It's a completely selfish eye, to the extent that I think such swearing is weak.
　However, I don't regret the loss of my arm in the slightest.

　The hand holding the section of the lost arm was no longer even sure if it was strong enough. The wound that had pierced his abdomen was barely noticeable as soon as the strength in Ars's neck was lost.
　There was a hole here as well. He could no longer think of anything else when he saw the bright red blood that was flowing constantly, like an open faucet.

　The only thing he could do was look at his own knees. It was all he could do as he managed to keep from falling down. No, it would be a distant, unconscious inscription of where to put the effort to keep him from falling.
　So it's something I don't even understand why I don't fall.

　Still, only the thought of having to go home somewhere in my mind retains its shape.
　Has all the blood been drained out, or is it still coming out now that I'm still alive?

　If so, I should be able to move.
　Will they accept me as a monster? Will they be able to live their lives the same as before? I hope so..." Did such a mundane hope really come from an unmoving mouth?
　I'm not sure I'm going to be able to get away with it.

　--That's right. I could tell Loki what I wanted to tell him.

　I'm in the mood for someone to listen to me. I feel like I've finally found myself. But it doesn't feel like it's going to happen at all.
　Many things seem insignificant in front of this drowsy malaise.

　I think I hear someone's voice.
　Still, I couldn't keep my eyelids open anymore. The ground was getting closer. A black darkness descends from above my vision.
　For some reason, it was terribly frightening.

　That darkness that would end everything chilled my body coldly.

　And again........at the mercy of a world that can't keep up, I'm not going to let it go, but my body doesn't move. My heart is not broken, but my body broke first.
　It should have been so that I wouldn't regret my choice, but my empty eyes continue to reject the outcome.
　The heartbeat that kept resisting the motionless body and the thoughts that wouldn't turn slowly weakened its heartbeat - it would have no choice but to crush the silent light behind the dark curtain of the eyelids.