This is the story of a magician and an elf girl.

“Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!”

“Hoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!”

"Pah, pah! Pah!! Pah!" The solid fists hit each other and the sound of broken bones was heard from the slaps of both men. John, who was vomiting blood from his mouth, stepped firmly and raised his fist to hit Aojun's chin. His tongue was almost bitten off by his own teeth, so he swung his fist from above to hit the side of John's head.

The two men, who were not shaken by the pain at all, also lost their previous calmness when they lost their weapons. They only saw the other party punching and kicking them continuously. The parts that were beaten were bruised again and again, but at this point it was impossible for them to stop.

This is a fight to the death, and only the one who can withstand the fight to the end can be the winner.

"Damn it! Fall down!!!"

“It’s you who’s going to fall!!!” The two people who swung each other’s wrists in the same direction only felt a strong impact force passing through their wrists at that moment. The attack, which could easily cause joint fractures, caused both parties to suffer the same injury.

But at this moment, the indigo light illuminated the magician's eyes that were shedding tears of blood. He interfered with the cell division cycle and converted all the magic particles floating in the atmosphere into magic blood, regaining a strong right hand. The severe side effects quickly eroded John's mind, but at the same time he concentrated the natural resources that can be seen everywhere in the world - "ultraviolet rays" in the palm of his hand and turned it into a slender light. The outline reflected in Ao Jun's eyes seemed to attack him like a golden holy sword.

"Clap."

"Guga?!"

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!” The magician inserted one hand directly into Aojun's chest to release that power and delivered the final blow.

"Crack! Snap!" Intense light radiation penetrated through Aojun's back, and the heat wires that could burn internal organs, muscle tissue, and even blood vessels opened a huge hole in his strong flesh. Aojun, who was vomiting blood, knelt on one knee and grabbed the opponent's forearm with his hand, but he could not exert any strength. He could only let his body gradually become heavier and heavier. In contrast, the magician who pulled his burnt wrist out of Aojun's torso shook off his hand and picked up the silver dagger on the ground.

"Haha...haha...haha..."

"Not yet... finished..."

"No...you're done for - I'm going to kill you, now."

"..."

A boiling murderous intent came from the other party - being stared at by those indigo eyes that were shedding tears of blood, Ao Jun discovered that changes had begun to occur in various parts of the wound. To put it nicely, it was healing; to put it realistically, it was stopping bleeding; to put it bluntly, it was swelling.

The wound on the thigh was the most obvious. It was the wound where the magician stabbed Aojun in the first place. It was a wound caused by a throwing attack and was constantly expanding and vomiting bubble-like pieces of flesh.

"This wound... is... the knife at the beginning..."

"I could have killed you a long time ago...didn't you notice..."

"I see... From the very beginning... I... didn't have any chance of winning..."

Ao Jun put aside his dissatisfaction and looked up at the sky, as if he had fulfilled his lifelong wish. He sighed, and his continuously expanding body began to gradually collapse. All creatures whose cell division cycles were interfered with by the magic eye could not escape death.

This is the magician's strongest and most evil method of killing. Ever since Linna witnessed this move once, he has silently sealed it since then.

"You are about to die, and it will be a horrible death. Your entire body will become a bloody mess..."

"I'm sorry... Master Magician... I asked you to accompany me for such a while... As expected... you are a——"

"Don't call me that."

"..."

"I... I am no longer qualified to be a warrior... I am no longer qualified to be a hero... I have also lost my qualifications as an adventurer... a false identity... a nameless title... Now that things have come to this, as an executioner and a murderer, I no longer have any honor - this is the man who killed you, you should feel ashamed and even more hateful, because I am no longer that..."

"To me, you are always a true warrior."

"..."

If this was not true, why did he respond to Ao Jun's challenge in the first place?

If the intention was just to kill him, they would have done it from the beginning.

Precisely because he is a warrior, not an executioner or a murderer, he has the mentality of wanting to decide the outcome and wants to put everything into the battle to defeat the opponent.

Otherwise, he would never have shown such a reluctant expression as he did now.

"...Okay... Go ahead, she's waiting for you."

"…Then…please go and die…"

"Be careful...Richard...He's not that easy to deal with. That magic...is very dangerous. Be careful."

Reflected in those indigo eyes, Ao Jun, who turned into meat paste, died under the effect of the magic eye. Only the final winner stood in the center of the arena, but he got nothing and had nothing to hope for. I don't know when he gave up the pursuit of glory and recognition from others.

A person without any vanity or self-confidence is not qualified to be a winner. He loses more than he gains.

Is this really correct?

Do you still have the right ideas?

You are not the only person, and no one in the world will live by respecting one consciousness.

Human consciousness comes from intellect, from emotion, and from the information that is born in the mind of the living being from the very beginning.

What you know to be right may not be right for others.

What you know as wrong may not be wrong to others.

The problem of ideological differences can only be solved by completely destroying human beings, an inferior intellectual life form.

"Intruder spotted!"

“Kill him—!”

"Snap!" The armored man stabbed John from behind, but the silver dagger had already cut his neck the moment his attack was dodged.

"Snap, Snap!" John snatched the sword and swung it from top to bottom right, knocking away the weapon in the second armored man's hand, then cut his abdomen horizontally with one knife.

The third armored man who saw his companion fall down immediately attacked and slashed at John's head from the side, but the blade was shattered by the opponent's upward blow the moment it was swung out.

"Snap!" John raised his sword and slashed vertically at his collarbone, splitting the opponent's armor, and then swung a second blow from the front to tear his throat.

"This guy!!"

"!!"

John took a preemptive step without waiting for his opponent to attack. The fourth armored man almost didn't have time to react. At the moment when he raised his sword to block the attack, the fifth armored man also swung his sword at John from the right.

"Snap!" He swung the dagger to block the attack, then turned the blade around, tightened his wrist, and used the muscles of his whole body to condense the attack into one point.

"Crack!" The armored man, unable to understand why the weapon in his hand was shattered, stood there in a daze, and found his vision spinning and tumbling in the air, with blood spurting out from his torso. The sword with a red blade reflected the figure of the fourth armored man falling again.

"Crack, crack!" Just as the blade he raised was shattered, the silhouette of the armored man was torn into two pieces. His bright eyes, reflected in the bloody scene, were full of merciless luster.

"..."

This is how you do it.

Stifle divergent ideas.

Only by following this practice can intelligent life have a future.

"Stop him! Let's go—"

"!"

"Snap!" The guard whose fingers were cut off and whose throat was slit by the sword died immediately while shouting. The black shadow lowered his body and dived with terrifying momentum. He threw the dagger in his hand and pierced the forehead of the second guard. He swung the sword again to deflect the blunt weapon in the hand of the third guard. He kicked him in the stomach and swung his elbow to hit his jaw. Finally - snap! He pierced his heart with a knife, pulled out the bloody blade and swung it down, and an arc of blood splashed on the ground.

Fight, keep fighting.

Carry out this approach to the end, and there will be no turning back.

Light, darkness, whatever, just forget about it.

Anyway, all you can do from the beginning is kill.

Through killing, we justify the laws of this world and the direction of our self-consciousness.

Killing is the spokesperson that defines the life and death of all things. All creations are closely related to it and it is an indispensable existence between destruction and birth.

Kill, kill all divergent thoughts that trample on goodwill, kill all malice that should not exist, and kill all the malice and evil people you define.

Maybe this... is the only way to save the world.

"...So...is there anyone else who is tired of living?"

"Don't... stop... I... I don't want to die yet—"

"Snap!" Just as the pure black nightmare descended upon the streets of the fortress, all lives that could not fight it were only destined to wither. This was an irreversible cause and effect, and an irresistible retribution. He would slaughter all the human traffickers present, and completely destroy what this place firmly believed in - the false prosperity.