/Amachi Battle Perspective/
Cutting through the wind and dashing through the darkness, slashing through the horde of demons.
Moonlight reflected off the blade, creating flashes of light.
"Get out of my way!"
As the soles of the shoes wore thin, the trigger was pulled.
Sparks flew, and the dull sound of metal clashing overlapped.
Dodging, evading, and predicting.
Infiltrating, switching between various weapons, imbuing them with the most effective magic, and dealing a decisive blow according to the characteristics of the demon beasts.
Turning countless legions of demons into corpses.
Don't slow down.
Concentrate! Concentrate!! Concentrate!!!
"I see it. I finally caught it."
Goro Yamamoto. Possession-type Maniacs.
Once a member of the Tsukasa sect that served the Holy Princess and Saint Systerissa Teresa, who possessed the empire, causing chaos. He was one of the Maniacs who destroyed the Holy Magnolia Empire.
He was summoned by the Demon Shield Mantonn and became a ghost that infiltrated this land.
And he twisted the future and contaminated a normal life without possessing the heroine, perhaps influenced by the Holy Sword.
He deployed twelve blades with weapon barrages.
-- Mutual destruction --
--The compatibility of the Yin-Yang Five-Element mutual restraint type--
"I've been saving up until now. I won't hold back. Loading complete."
Adjust to standard.
"Fire barrage!"
The deadly blades were fired in a barrage. Twelve bullets attacked the giant's back as he turned away.
As blue-white flashes of light twinkled on his head, torso, knees, arms, and legs, the bones crunched and collapsed.
Covered in the blood of demons slain, I carried the shoulders of a single girl, Maria, who was about to collapse and lose consciousness due to her forward-leaning posture.
"Sorry for being late."
I supported Maria's body as she was about to fall.
Kazane lay on the ground, bleeding from his heart, but still conscious thanks to the protection of the Holy Sword.
Ayaka and Mei were no longer around.
"Have they already dropped out?"
The only ones left were Maria, a long-distance type combat, and Kazane, who had the Holy Sword.
Both of them were heavily wounded.
Yonhishi grows legs like a giant spider from its back.
When Kazane removes the hard black finger-like appendage, similar to that of a spider, from her chest,
"What kind of attack was that...one strike. Who are you?"
Maniacs Yamamoto Goro, who wore Yonhishi's skin, asked.
To destroy the Reiki, assimilated and embodied Yonhishi must be defeated.
Fortunately, they are in a virtual space.
The main body of Yonhishi will not die.
Only Yamamoto will meet his end.
Perhaps this is an unexpected situation.
"I am not one who needs to introduce themselves."
I gently put Maria down on the ground and focus my gaze on the boss that needs to be eliminated.
"Just a fool...I don't know how you got here but go away quickly."
Yamamoto activates the summoning ritual from the palm of his hand with an indifferent expression, and countless demon beasts in the shape of tentacles appear from his palm.
More than ten leech-like insects flew out.
With sharp teeth on their circular mouthparts, they intended to prey upon us.
"Tracking Bullet: Homing Bullet."
Countless blades taken out with arts slice through the tentacles. Various weapons rotate around me, attacking the monsters like an armed funnel.
After the swords, spears, sickles, hammers, and shields of different sizes finished cutting the demon beasts, they rest on my back like the wings of an angel.
12 armed wings. I spread my arms wide, take a ruler's pose, and clap my hands loudly.
"That won't do, will it? Maniacs Yamamoto Goro."
He raises an eyebrow as I guess his name correctly, and his calm eyes that don't reflect light shine with interest.
"You're not an ordinary person."
The black finger-like appendages, eight in total, growing on Yonhishi's back aim at me as if recognizing me as an enemy.
"Well, I guess not."
Yonhishi has become its final form...so it seems that Kazane and the others have managed to damage its HP quite a bit.
Then let me finish it off.
"I don't need to talk anymore. I have no interest in you.
Yamamoto's grandfather. No, a person who deceives the world. An undead that causes chaos.
Destiny is decided here.
Let's settle this once and for all. Come at me with all your might! Undead!"
I start running and take out thirty blades, each with flames attached, in addition to the funnel.
"Get lost, kid!"
The scorching extra bullet swept through and the ground was engulfed in flames.
Sneaking past approaching demons, monsters, and insects, I entered Yamamoto's pocket in a world of super speed and swung down my sword.
Cheats beyond cheats.
I approached with tachyon high-speed movement, but the flesh wall of the monster made the attack slow.
The sound of flesh tearing and blood spraying filled the air.
"It didn't reach me. It's not that easy."
Before I could launch my super-fast attack, a monster broke through and stood in front of Yamamoto.
To be precise, a monster with countless regenerating tentacles was clinging to Yamamoto's body.
Armor of flesh. The spider-like monster with a hard mandible and tentacles clinging to its body that regenerate at super speed from behind was so fast that it could keep up with my high-speed world.
Attacking it was not easy.
"You're pretty good, kid. You understand my essence," said the boss, who was getting cocky.
I spoke in a mean tone.
"You can handle the power of the possessor, right?"
"What?"
He looked puzzled.
"I have nothing left to say... and you have nothing left to say."
Yonhishi, who commands a horde of demons... No, Yamamoto twisted the water into a spiral around his two swords.
The water flowed like a whip, grazed my cheek, and blood dripped down.
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Continuing to fire weapon barrages without hesitation,
we eliminate the surrounding demons.
Unable to concentrate on anything else,
we face off with Yamamoto as he closes in.
I think his power is far greater than Yonhishi's should be naturally. Why?
When our weapons clash, water flows like a snake around my weapon and aims for my vital spots.
In addition, a hard, sharp index finger continues to attack in succession.
I begin to feel as if I am facing ten swordsmen at once.
"Much stronger than I anticipated..."
I grimace.
I receive Yamamoto's high-speed sword technique and index finger.
I switch weapons and continue to fend off attacks with my shield.
"Huh!?"
My side is pierced.
My leg is stabbed.
My left little and ring toes fly off.
In the midst of this high-speed battle, I enter into defense mode and keep my distance to avoid getting closer.
"That's why you're a nuisance!"
I turn the demon that was approaching from behind into chunks with Extra and Tracking bullets.
I can't let my guard down.
When I try to deal with Yamamoto, the demons become negligent.
"I can't engage in a prolonged battle."
I can't guess how much he can summon.
Being outnumbered is overwhelmingly disadvantageous. The false Unique. I can't use that technique repeatedly.
It puts too much strain on my body. If I use it, I won't be able to continue fighting.
"We have no choice but to finish it off with a quick attack."
- Introduction to the Super High-Speed World -
The demons and Yamamoto slow down.
My index finger and tentacles are fast enough to react in this high-speed world.
"One! Two! Three!"
I cut through the tentacles and index fingers like cutting octopus legs. My body creaks and screams in pain. I begin to prepare the false Unique made possible by moving even faster in the high-speed world. I pour magic into my entire body
...My eyeballs rupture.
A sharp pain like my blood vessels being torn apart spreads from the bleeding area.
In the high-speed world, I unleash my weapon barrage "Extra Bullet" and peel off the armor of the flesh wall piece by piece.
My magical power and weapons are being worn down.
"Guh..."
I cough up blood. My stomach acid rises up. ...I feel like vomiting.
But I don't stop moving forward. I don't stop fighting. I don't give up.
In my left hand, I hold a spear. In my right hand, a rapier.
The twelve weapons, imbued with various magical spells, continue to spin in the air, emitting a spectrum of colors, and slice through over a hundred interfering monsters.
Precision is required to control them all.
My shoes begin to melt from the countless attacks.
The soles of my feet are excruciatingly painful.
I see it.
―――An opening―――
Before the regenerated tentacles and fingers can fully form, I unleash my 270 attacks per second. The imitation "Godspeed Slash" is a unique deception.
"Godspeed Thrust Strike Zero, 3 consecutive strikes! Not yet! Godspeed Unsheathe Strike Air, 3 consecutive strikes!!"
At the moment I release my skill that exceeds my physical limits, blood spatters between us.
Bones shatter, muscles dissolve, and skin begins to melt from the friction of the air.
Both of my hands are shattered.
They are charred black like charcoal, and covered in lightning-like veins, perhaps enveloped in heat. Even so, I do not let up my attack and annihilate the tentacles and fingers.
The high-speed world ends, and time returns to its original flow.
With blackened hands that have lost their grip strength, I grasp a single spear. This is the final blow.
To pierce through the chest with the spear, I swing it back and prepare to thrust it.
Trying to push the tip out...
"I see... there was still one left."
That's all I could say, like an idiot.
As Yamamoto opened his mouth, he summoned several leech-like magical insects and aimed for my throat.
"This is bad."
It's not enough. If this is used for defense, my last attack won't go through. The moment I thought that...
"Delay..."
As soon as Maria's voice was heard, the movements of the insects and Yamamoto became slow motion.
"What!?"
It was Yamamoto's momentary voice, after all defenses and the swarm of monsters had been penetrated.
I felt like I heard that.
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.
.
When I looked at her sideways, Maria appeared to be in a deep sleep.
"Sharpen the eyes of your mind. I can still see it. I haven't lost sight of it yet."
"The things that can't be seen... I can still see them!"
--With one thrust--
He plunged his sword into Yamamoto's heart.
Yamamoto coughed up blood and twisted his face in shock.
"You, who guide us to ruin. It ends here."
He pulled out his sword and the demon in front of him opened its mouth, coughing in fear.
"You're mistaken to think that you've defeated me. Don't you realize that?"
"This isn't your stage. Your plans... are pathetic."
He widened his eyes.
"Do you understand? My goal... no, you must understand. My mission to destroy this world, the true meaning of it... You understand, right?"
"Yes, I know."
Yamamoto muttered "I see" and he spoke.
"To live is suffering. It is a series of hardships. I cannot find any meaningful reason to want to live. It's not worth it. There's no point in continuing to live. If you keep living, you'll only burn yourself with deeper pain, sadness, agony, and despair. I don't understand why people cling to life. Humans mutter every day like a complaint, 'I want to die.' They are seized by thoughts of wanting to die. Life on this earth is saved by the peace and silence of death. Death is valuable. There is meaning in dying. Life is completed by death. Death is kinder and sweeter. You are saved by death. You no longer have to bear any more sadness than that. This world is hell. There are only groups of wretched creatures here. There are only foolish people who never learn, no matter how long it takes. Life on this earth is incomplete. We must end it with death. We must complete it with death. Before we make a mistake. Before we taste despair. I am trying to achieve a great cause."
"That's enough talk." I reply
"Well, I guess we just don't agree." Yamamoto reply
"...You have a shallow mind." I reply
Yamamoto continue speak
"Yeah, I know. I'm an idiot without enough foresight. But, that's not the point. The thing is, meaning isn't necessary to begin with. You don't need meaning to want to live. Value doesn't exist in the first place. You find it as you go on living. But, I admit that 'living' is an immense hardship. I think so too."
"Yeah, I get it. I understand. I've had times in the past where I thought 'I want to die' so many times. There have been times when life was so difficult that I couldn't get up. I've hated how cruel and harsh life can be. I've even been jealous of people who seemed happy when I was the one suffering. So many times...Life is a place where you put in effort and get nothing back, where difficulties and misfortune suddenly appear. It's unreasonable to the extreme. The world is so unequal and unfair that it's hopeless...Maybe it would be better if everyone just died. It would be better to become nothingness..." I reply
I've had thoughts like that many times. I understand what those who lead this world towards destruction are trying to say. I understand.
Because, after all... Death is the kindest and most equal thing for everyone. But even so, that's why I want to raise an objection.
"Many people have lived, leaving their imperfect footsteps behind as they corrected their mistakes. Human footsteps are imperfect, because human beings themselves are imperfect. There's no such thing as a perfect life.Uncertain tracks have been walked by many people from the past to the present and into the future.We call it history. There were also people who worked hard, researched, reflected, repeated many failures, spent a long time and effort, used those footsteps as guideposts, and thought about a better future, smoothing out the difficult road ahead. I think it's a mistake to ignore all of that." I reply
I realized how immensely precious it is to enjoy life. No one has the right to judge it like a god. No, not even God, I'm sure. I was summoned to this world as a mere foreigner, just like you, a phantom given a temporary second life. I know it's futile for an outsider like me to object to the rules of this world. But I made up my mind. To lead the heroine to a happy ending. To save this world. I'm a fool. A hopelessly foolish person.
I'm wasting my second life that I obtained so dearly. But my life is worth risking for the people living in this world... I don't want to regret anymore. I've experienced enough despair. The reward will be a happy ending with smiles. I'm already a dead phantom. In my past life, I was always plagued by thoughts of suicide, a mere corpse. To me, this world is like a bonus stage. I think I shouldn't ask for more than this.
yonhishi's body has already been transferred, and Yamamoto's soul, bleeding from his chest, asks,
"What are you really...?" Yamamoto ask with pain
I'm nothing. Just a background mob who had a momentary dream... a dream that anyone could have. I'm just an ordinary person among the masses. Not a hero or a champion. Not even someone chosen by this world. I'm just a bug, a counterfeit, given a false life. I'll defeat all the maniacal demons and the knights of calamity. I won't let this world go to ruin. I won't let it end. I declared this while looking into the eyes of the dying corpse.
Yamamoto, perhaps realizing his own death, spoke while bleeding from his mouth,
"You can't understand. You're so arrogant. Ah, truly arrogant and foolish."
I trembled and almost fell to my knees. As a demonic being who could never become anything, I could only walk a false life.
"Ah, I'm so selfish and self-centered that I can't help it." I reply, feeling very tired
"It's impossible. We demons cannot destroy the self-purifying mechanism."
"...It's possible. Don't underestimate humans and their filthy ways. Humans are greedy, even compared to you outsiders. They are cunning and always dirty. We humans will win. Against the Systerissa system of the final stage where you demons exist." I reply
Yamamoto took a breath. With his last breath before dying, he spoke in a low and calm voice,
"Then try it. You little twig... I'll be waiting for you to look hopeless in the afterlife."
The spirit of the demon in front of him disappeared completely.
"...Goodbye, Yamamoto Goro... No, just a nobody."
I looked up at the sky and said, "I won."
If this wasn't a virtual space, I would have drawn with him.
"And I couldn't have won alone..." My consciousness faded to black.