Chapter 298: 292 備えあれば患いなしとは言うが、備えを潰されたらどうしろと？
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"Ha ha ha, ha ha, dammit
I'm not going to be the only one who's been in the same boat for a while.
I'm not going to be the only one who's been in a position to do this, but I'm not going to be the only one who's been in a position to do this.
Tut.
Seeing your aching right arm, you click your tongue.
The repercussions of that magic made me fall into a ravine and somehow evacuate, but the price of that magic hurts.
It means that the current situation is severe, but it also means that it hurts physically.
Seeing the devastation of that price makes my brow crease.
If it weren't for the magical body, recovery would be hopeless.
My right arm won't twitch despite the pain from the magic's recoil.
The fingers, except for the thumb, have turned blue and are bent in a strange direction, and the elbow joint has a strange sensation.
Her shoulder has a fever in the middle of the night.
It was caused by the magic you used at the end of the battle.
What kind of magic did you teach me, Miss Evia and the others?
I used the magic that I thought was the only one, but I learned the meaning of being careful when using it.
The magic I just used is called pure magic.
Pure magic has no attributes and is also known as non-attribute magic.
It's a magic that focuses on casting pure magic, and despite being magic, it's an attack method that does physical damage.
It is difficult to use and consumes a lot of magic power.
But it's a spell that has the potential to reliably pass damage.
It's the sharpest magic of them all.
Few people use it, so much so that even Evvia and her instructors say it's a far cry from what you'd expect.
Pile Rigset
The stake of regret is well said.
The power of the stake, in addition to physically blowing up the dragon king earlier and making him scream in agony, is guaranteed by Instructor Fusio and Ms. Evia.
In exchange for its power, the recoil on the surgeon was so immediate that it even made me laugh.
Please excuse the sarcastic smile.
It's true that it was necessary, but I regret having used it, immensely.
It's a simple configuration of magic that ejects the stake by constructing a stake that holds magic power in its center and a ring of magic power around it, causing the stake to explode.
And as I've said many times, this magic has some drawbacks.
First of all, it has a short range.
The farther you are away from the stake, the less powerful it is because it seeks firepower at that single point.
It is useless for maximum firepower unless it is in close range.
Second, it consumes too much magic power.
The power of the spell is equal to the amount of magic you use.
There's no upper limit to its power and, depending on the case, it will take all of your magic power.
Lastly, and most importantly, this is the problem.
No consideration is given to the safety of the user.
The recoil from the explosion of the magic stored in the chamber will come back to the ejected arm as well.
In addition, the more rings you have, the more power you have.
Which means the recoil goes up as well.
The injury wouldn't have been this severe if it was just one ring.
At best, it would have hurt my wrist.
But I knew that one ring wouldn't be enough to pierce that dragon.
That's why I fired the maximum number of shots I had available.
That's why I fired the maximum number of shots I could!
I had put as much magic into it as I could in that short period of time and the result was an injured right arm, fatigue from lack of magic, and...
Now, what should we do about this situation?
Now I'm holding onto the cliff of a ravine with my left hand.
If I had fallen and hit the ground, I would have fallen down, no joke, and would be in the infirmary now, regrouping my body.
The situation is so bad that you are wondering if it would have been better.
It's good that you were able to use your magic to whip your aching body and your weakness to hang from a rock on the cliff, but your left hand hurts a little from the momentum you gained, too.
Thanks to this, I've almost lost my ability to take over the battle.
Fortunately, since I was fighting the dragon king, some of the dragons who didn't want to get involved have fled the area.
I'm sure you'll be happy to know that there are no enemies around at this time, except for one.
"■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■!
I don't know how long it will last.
Its only remaining enemy is too nasty though.
Above me is the roar of an angry dragon.
I was blasted by magic and by the time I got up, I was gone.
I don't need to wonder where the dragon's wrath, thinking it was struck unilaterally, will be directed.
With a roar of rage it will be looking for me with its blood.
I can't stay in this place forever with that dragon searching for me.
We must leave here soon!
We need to find the mineral tree, though.
I have to, but due to personal circumstances it is difficult.
The dragon king littered in the ravine and my partner is now missing.
So, if I could, I'd like to retrieve him and run away immediately.
However, I understand that this is not such a convenient way of life.
For now, let's just go to a place where we can hide and recover first.
This is hostile territory, and I don't think it's going to be that easy.
Well, fortunately, it's not the worst yet.
The body still works.
There are no enemies around.
And the greatest threat is missing me.
I tell my aching body to take another step and I shake it, recoil, and leap to find a place to hide.
Minimize your magic, trajectory is quick.
Take advantage of the scant foothold in the ravine and shelter your right arm as you fly.
Thanks to a series of great magic and the dragon king's breath, the surrounding area is very dense with magic.
A slight movement of magic should be undetectable.
This is a half-aspirational assumption, but it's not necessarily off the mark.
In fact, we are getting further and further away from the dragon's roar.
And.
"This one won't hold for a while.
A few kilometers away from the place, you find a hole too shallow to call a cave, but you crawl into it.
You sit down and finally take a breath.
Huh, I didn't feel alive.
Leaning my back against the rock, I tried to let the exhaustion of the battle wear off a little, but the damage was too much.
If he continues like this, it's only a matter of time before he loses consciousness.
That's not good, so I'll get to work on that as soon as possible.
The potion is ......... almost wiped out.
I reached out with my left hand to the holder on my hip and opened it, but the battle had ruined most of it.
It's just like when I did it as a beginner," he said with a wry smile, feeling a sense of déjà vu.
You can poke the potion, which was still barely intact, and appreciate the support of South and Katsu's healing spell while letting the pain subside.
You'll be able to get the best out of it.
The pain has only receded and you've recovered somewhat, but it's far from perfect.
Using all of the potions is not enough to recover to the point where you can move it lightly.
Bandage the right hand with the mouth and the left hand that can move and apply further first aid.
Wrap it up tightly so that it can somehow be moved.
Seriously, it's a relief to have one of those magic potions in one piece.
Stare at the test tube that was safe at the end.
Finally, you swallow the blue potion, reflecting that you should have remembered the healing spell, too.
Now I've healed as much as I could.
I can move some of it, except for my right arm.
The all-important right arm's elbow is not fully bent, and its grip is almost nonexistent.
Fortunately, my shoulder moves fine.
Now that you've made some kind of recovery, the only thing left to do is to run.
If you keep this up, you can make it out to the exit.
Just.
I'm just saying.
I'm talking about leaving the mineral tree alone.
I was attracted to it at first and have been using it ever since.
I don't think leaving it here is an option.
I know it's dangerous, and if you're thinking calmly, it's right to come back to look for it when it's in good condition.
Your instincts are surprisingly accurate in such situations.
But on the other hand, I was afraid that if I retreated here, I would never be able to find the mineral tree again.
To be honest with you, you pick yourself up and look around you.
I looked to my right, then left, then up, then down, and when I was sure there was nothing around me, I started back the way I came.
I can get a general idea of the direction the mineral tree was thrown in.
If I include the upper and lower ranges, I know I'll have to search a hell of a lot of ground.
I'll still run through the dragon infested valley.
My magic is stored in the mineral tree.
Then it should be possible to find it if I can search for that magic.
With that faint hope in my heart I leap across the ravine with all my strength in my legs.
Side out
It's the bottom of a ravine where the light of day doesn't even reach.
The sky is so far away that if you look up, you'll think you're a long way from heaven.
This is not the end of the world but the land of the end.
Although turf wars between dragons are usually quiet, individuals who don't fit in are occasionally born.
As you can imagine, such beings are disruptive to order.
These individuals have power and cause all kinds of problems.
But it is an individual.
Not the herd, but the individual.
Its glory is a fleeting glow that does not last.
The afterglow of that fleeting light is gathered here.
Perhaps we use the land of the valley to clarify the discrimination between losers and winners.
Even if the body is made of magic, the afterglow of the individual is born.
Bones and fangs, claws and scales, Blood's afterglow will be enormous.
The strong survive and the losers perish.
More than any other dungeon, this is a world where the law of the jungle is weak and the law of the jungle is strong, where things that have decayed gather, a dragon's graveyard so to speak.
A treasure trove of goods that dungeon testers may rejoice over when they reach this place.
There's something new added.
There's another sound that falls into the empty space where there's nothing to sharpen your ears.
And then, with a thud, it accidentally sticks to the skull of an abandoned dragon bone.
There is no one to witness the scene as if it were the sword of a brave man struck by the dragon.
This is a graveyard, where rotten things rest in peace.
Here are those who have given up and gone to sleep.
The sword was supposed to be here too.
The luminescence and pulsation of magic slowly echoes in the dark and still space.
A slight, feeble, unreachable weakness that could not even be called will was frustrating.
It was frustrated that its own blade had not reached it.
It was simply frustrated by that fact.
The blade that had torn through so many enemies together with its bearer had failed to communicate.
Instead of scolding her as perhaps her bearer was inexperienced, she lamented that her blade was inexperienced.
That lament spreads to those around you.
Is it frustrating?
Boom and the sword responds to the owner of that voice.
He replies in frustration.
"What a feeble will, but I never thought I'd have such a firm answer.
The sword does not hear who that voice is.
No, you can't hear it.
"I thought I would only lose that day, sleep for a few years, and rot away, but well, that's something, that's not so bad to be the food of this feeble will. .........
The sword has a will, but not intelligence.
It can only throw out the will of its instincts.
The owner of the voice murmured to the sword as it stubbornly and honestly threw its straightforward intentions at him, as if to mumble the meaning of surviving so viciously, and then gently summoned the last of its strength as if to relieve him that he could finally sleep.
It was the last magic power in his decayed body.
The residue of his life.
A heretical dragon that was different from its surroundings because it was a mutant (blood) despite the fact that it was only created in the dungeon.
You are the only one who has been able to get away with it.
A being had appeared to take over his power.
It wouldn't be so bad if this little regret would take over the regret that remained within me.
Take it, my dear... but rather than let the giants process it...
The last light dwells in the eyes of the sword's pierced skull.
To that light the sword responds.
and with a single throb.
That's the intent.
"I never thought the day would come when I'd be thanked for this.
Then, as if letting the growing roots take over, the light closed its eyelids and put an end to the long days of neglect.
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"Ha ha ha, ha ha, dammit
I'm not going to be the only one who's been in the same boat for a while.
I'm not going to be the only one who's been in a position to do this, but I'm not going to be the only one who's been in a position to do this.
Tut.
Seeing your aching right arm, you click your tongue.
The repercussions of that magic made me fall into a ravine and somehow evacuate, but the price of that magic hurts.
It means that the current situation is severe, but it also means that it hurts physically.
Seeing the devastation of that price makes my brow crease.
If it weren't for the magical body, recovery would be hopeless.
My right arm won't twitch despite the pain from the magic's recoil.
The fingers, except for the thumb, have turned blue and are bent in a strange direction, and the elbow joint has a strange sensation.
Her shoulder has a fever in the middle of the night.
It was caused by the magic you used at the end of the battle.
What kind of magic did you teach me, Miss Evia and the others?
I used the magic that I thought was the only one, but I learned the meaning of being careful when using it.
The magic I just used is called pure magic.
Pure magic has no attributes and is also known as non-attribute magic.
It's a magic that focuses on casting pure magic, and despite being magic, it's an attack method that does physical damage.
It is difficult to use and consumes a lot of magic power.
But it's a spell that has the potential to reliably pass damage.
It's the sharpest magic of them all.
Few people use it, so much so that even Evvia and her instructors say it's a far cry from what you'd expect.
Pile Rigset
The stake of regret is well said.
The power of the stake, in addition to physically blowing up the dragon king earlier and making him scream in agony, is guaranteed by Instructor Fusio and Ms. Evia.
In exchange for its power, the recoil on the surgeon was so immediate that it even made me laugh.
Please excuse the sarcastic smile.
It's true that it was necessary, but I regret having used it, immensely.
It's a simple configuration of magic that ejects the stake by constructing a stake that holds magic power in its center and a ring of magic power around it, causing the stake to explode.
And as I've said many times, this magic has some drawbacks.
First of all, it has a short range.
The farther you are away from the stake, the less powerful it is because it seeks firepower at that single point.
It is useless for maximum firepower unless it is in close range.
Second, it consumes too much magic power.
The power of the spell is equal to the amount of magic you use.
There's no upper limit to its power and, depending on the case, it will take all of your magic power.
Lastly, and most importantly, this is the problem.
No consideration is given to the safety of the user.
The recoil from the explosion of the magic stored in the chamber will come back to the ejected arm as well.
In addition, the more rings you have, the more power you have.
Which means the recoil goes up as well.
The injury wouldn't have been this severe if it was just one ring.
At best, it would have hurt my wrist.
But I knew that one ring wouldn't be enough to pierce that dragon.
That's why I fired the maximum number of shots I had available.
That's why I fired the maximum number of shots I could!
I had put as much magic into it as I could in that short period of time and the result was an injured right arm, fatigue from lack of magic, and...
Now, what should we do about this situation?
Now I'm holding onto the cliff of a ravine with my left hand.
If I had fallen and hit the ground, I would have fallen down, no joke, and would be in the infirmary now, regrouping my body.
The situation is so bad that you are wondering if it would have been better.
It's good that you were able to use your magic to whip your aching body and your weakness to hang from a rock on the cliff, but your left hand hurts a little from the momentum you gained, too.
Thanks to this, I've almost lost my ability to take over the battle.
Fortunately, since I was fighting the dragon king, some of the dragons who didn't want to get involved have fled the area.
I'm sure you'll be happy to know that there are no enemies around at this time, except for one.
"■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■!
I don't know how long it will last.
Its only remaining enemy is too nasty though.
Above me is the roar of an angry dragon.
I was blasted by magic and by the time I got up, I was gone.
I don't need to wonder where the dragon's wrath, thinking it was struck unilaterally, will be directed.
With a roar of rage it will be looking for me with its blood.
I can't stay in this place forever with that dragon searching for me.
We must leave here soon!
We need to find the mineral tree, though.
I have to, but due to personal circumstances it is difficult.
The dragon king littered in the ravine and my partner is now missing.
So, if I could, I'd like to retrieve him and run away immediately.
However, I understand that this is not such a convenient way of life.
For now, let's just go to a place where we can hide and recover first.
This is hostile territory, and I don't think it's going to be that easy.
Well, fortunately, it's not the worst yet.
The body still works.
There are no enemies around.
And the greatest threat is missing me.
I tell my aching body to take another step and I shake it, recoil, and leap to find a place to hide.
Minimize your magic, trajectory is quick.
Take advantage of the scant foothold in the ravine and shelter your right arm as you fly.
Thanks to a series of great magic and the dragon king's breath, the surrounding area is very dense with magic.
A slight movement of magic should be undetectable.
This is a half-aspirational assumption, but it's not necessarily off the mark.
In fact, we are getting further and further away from the dragon's roar.
And.
"This one won't hold for a while.
A few kilometers away from the place, you find a hole too shallow to call a cave, but you crawl into it.
You sit down and finally take a breath.
Huh, I didn't feel alive.
Leaning my back against the rock, I tried to let the exhaustion of the battle wear off a little, but the damage was too much.
If he continues like this, it's only a matter of time before he loses consciousness.
That's not good, so I'll get to work on that as soon as possible.
The potion is ......... almost wiped out.
I reached out with my left hand to the holder on my hip and opened it, but the battle had ruined most of it.
It's just like when I did it as a beginner," he said with a wry smile, feeling a sense of déjà vu.
You can poke the potion, which was still barely intact, and appreciate the support of South and Katsu's healing spell while letting the pain subside.
You'll be able to get the best out of it.
The pain has only receded and you've recovered somewhat, but it's far from perfect.
Using all of the potions is not enough to recover to the point where you can move it lightly.
Bandage the right hand with the mouth and the left hand that can move and apply further first aid.
Wrap it up tightly so that it can somehow be moved.
Seriously, it's a relief to have one of those magic potions in one piece.
Stare at the test tube that was safe at the end.
Finally, you swallow the blue potion, reflecting that you should have remembered the healing spell, too.
Now I've healed as much as I could.
I can move some of it, except for my right arm.
The all-important right arm's elbow is not fully bent, and its grip is almost nonexistent.
Fortunately, my shoulder moves fine.
Now that you've made some kind of recovery, the only thing left to do is to run.
If you keep this up, you can make it out to the exit.
Just.
I'm just saying.
I'm talking about leaving the mineral tree alone.
I was attracted to it at first and have been using it ever since.
I don't think leaving it here is an option.
I know it's dangerous, and if you're thinking calmly, it's right to come back to look for it when it's in good condition.
Your instincts are surprisingly accurate in such situations.
But on the other hand, I was afraid that if I retreated here, I would never be able to find the mineral tree again.
To be honest with you, you pick yourself up and look around you.
I looked to my right, then left, then up, then down, and when I was sure there was nothing around me, I started back the way I came.
I can get a general idea of the direction the mineral tree was thrown in.
If I include the upper and lower ranges, I know I'll have to search a hell of a lot of ground.
I'll still run through the dragon infested valley.
My magic is stored in the mineral tree.
Then it should be possible to find it if I can search for that magic.
With that faint hope in my heart I leap across the ravine with all my strength in my legs.
Side out
It's the bottom of a ravine where the light of day doesn't even reach.
The sky is so far away that if you look up, you'll think you're a long way from heaven.
This is not the end of the world but the land of the end.
Although turf wars between dragons are usually quiet, individuals who don't fit in are occasionally born.
As you can imagine, such beings are disruptive to order.
These individuals have power and cause all kinds of problems.
But it is an individual.
Not the herd, but the individual.
Its glory is a fleeting glow that does not last.
The afterglow of that fleeting light is gathered here.
Perhaps we use the land of the valley to clarify the discrimination between losers and winners.
Even if the body is made of magic, the afterglow of the individual is born.
Bones and fangs, claws and scales, Blood's afterglow will be enormous.
The strong survive and the losers perish.
More than any other dungeon, this is a world where the law of the jungle is weak and the law of the jungle is strong, where things that have decayed gather, a dragon's graveyard so to speak.
A treasure trove of goods that dungeon testers may rejoice over when they reach this place.
There's something new added.
There's another sound that falls into the empty space where there's nothing to sharpen your ears.
And then, with a thud, it accidentally sticks to the skull of an abandoned dragon bone.
There is no one to witness the scene as if it were the sword of a brave man struck by the dragon.
This is a graveyard, where rotten things rest in peace.
Here are those who have given up and gone to sleep.
The sword was supposed to be here too.
The luminescence and pulsation of magic slowly echoes in the dark and still space.
A slight, feeble, unreachable weakness that could not even be called will was frustrating.
It was frustrated that its own blade had not reached it.
It was simply frustrated by that fact.
The blade that had torn through so many enemies together with its bearer had failed to communicate.
Instead of scolding her as perhaps her bearer was inexperienced, she lamented that her blade was inexperienced.
That lament spreads to those around you.
Is it frustrating?
Boom and the sword responds to the owner of that voice.
He replies in frustration.
"What a feeble will, but I never thought I'd have such a firm answer.
The sword does not hear who that voice is.
No, you can't hear it.
"I thought I would only lose that day, sleep for a few years, and rot away, but well, that's something, that's not so bad to be the food of this feeble will. .........
The sword has a will, but not intelligence.
It can only throw out the will of its instincts.
The owner of the voice murmured to the sword as it stubbornly and honestly threw its straightforward intentions at him, as if to mumble the meaning of surviving so viciously, and then gently summoned the last of its strength as if to relieve him that he could finally sleep.
It was the last magic power in his decayed body.
The residue of his life.
A heretical dragon that was different from its surroundings because it was a mutant (blood) despite the fact that it was only created in the dungeon.
You are the only one who has been able to get away with it.
A being had appeared to take over his power.
It wouldn't be so bad if this little regret would take over the regret that remained within me.
Take it, my dear... but rather than let the giants process it...
The last light dwells in the eyes of the sword's pierced skull.
To that light the sword responds.
and with a single throb.
That's the intent.
"I never thought the day would come when I'd be thanked for this.
Then, as if letting the growing roots take over, the light closed its eyelids and put an end to the long days of neglect.
"Ha ha ha, ha ha, dammitI'm not going to be the only one who's been in the same boat for a while.I'm not going to be the only one who's been in a position to do this, but I'm not going to be the only one who's been in a position to do this.Tut.Seeing your aching right arm, you click your tongue.The repercussions of that magic made me fall into a ravine and somehow evacuate, but the price of that magic hurts.It means that the current situation is severe, but it also means that it hurts physically.Seeing the devastation of that price makes my brow crease.If it weren't for the magical body, recovery would be hopeless.My right arm won't twitch despite the pain from the magic's recoil.The fingers, except for the thumb, have turned blue and are bent in a strange direction, and the elbow joint has a strange sensation.Her shoulder has a fever in the middle of the night.It was caused by the magic you used at the end of the battle.What kind of magic did you teach me, Miss Evia and the others?I used the magic that I thought was the only one, but I learned the meaning of being careful when using it.The magic I just used is called pure magic.Pure magic has no attributes and is also known as non-attribute magic.It's a magic that focuses on casting pure magic, and despite being magic, it's an attack method that does physical damage.It is difficult to use and consumes a lot of magic power.But it's a spell that has the potential to reliably pass damage.It's the sharpest magic of them all.Few people use it, so much so that even Evvia and her instructors say it's a far cry from what you'd expect.Pile RigsetThe stake of regret is well said.The power of the stake, in addition to physically blowing up the dragon king earlier and making him scream in agony, is guaranteed by Instructor Fusio and Ms. Evia.In exchange for its power, the recoil on the surgeon was so immediate that it even made me laugh.Please excuse the sarcastic smile.It's true that it was necessary, but I regret having used it, immensely.It's a simple configuration of magic that ejects the stake by constructing a stake that holds magic power in its center and a ring of magic power around it, causing the stake to explode.And as I've said many times, this magic has some drawbacks.First of all, it has a short range.The farther you are away from the stake, the less powerful it is because it seeks firepower at that single point.It is useless for maximum firepower unless it is in close range.Second, it consumes too much magic power.The power of the spell is equal to the amount of magic you use.There's no upper limit to its power and, depending on the case, it will take all of your magic power.Lastly, and most importantly, this is the problem.No consideration is given to the safety of the user.The recoil from the explosion of the magic stored in the chamber will come back to the ejected arm as well.In addition, the more rings you have, the more power you have.Which means the recoil goes up as well.The injury wouldn't have been this severe if it was just one ring.At best, it would have hurt my wrist.But I knew that one ring wouldn't be enough to pierce that dragon.That's why I fired the maximum number of shots I had available.That's why I fired the maximum number of shots I could!I had put as much magic into it as I could in that short period of time and the result was an injured right arm, fatigue from lack of magic, and...Now, what should we do about this situation?Now I'm holding onto the cliff of a ravine with my left hand.If I had fallen and hit the ground, I would have fallen down, no joke, and would be in the infirmary now, regrouping my body.The situation is so bad that you are wondering if it would have been better.It's good that you were able to use your magic to whip your aching body and your weakness to hang from a rock on the cliff, but your left hand hurts a little from the momentum you gained, too.Thanks to this, I've almost lost my ability to take over the battle.Fortunately, since I was fighting the dragon king, some of the dragons who didn't want to get involved have fled the area.I'm sure you'll be happy to know that there are no enemies around at this time, except for one."!I don't know how long it will last.Its only remaining enemy is too nasty though.Above me is the roar of an angry dragon.I was blasted by magic and by the time I got up, I was gone.I don't need to wonder where the dragon's wrath, thinking it was struck unilaterally, will be directed.With a roar of rage it will be looking for me with its blood.I can't stay in this place forever with that dragon searching for me.We must leave here soon!We need to find the mineral tree, though.I have to, but due to personal circumstances it is difficult.The dragon king littered in the ravine and my partner is now missing.So, if I could, I'd like to retrieve him and run away immediately.However, I understand that this is not such a convenient way of life.For now, let's just go to a place where we can hide and recover first.This is hostile territory, and I don't think it's going to be that easy.Well, fortunately, it's not the worst yet.The body still works.There are no enemies around.And the greatest threat is missing me.I tell my aching body to take another step and I shake it, recoil, and leap to find a place to hide.Minimize your magic, trajectory is quick.Take advantage of the scant foothold in the ravine and shelter your right arm as you fly.Thanks to a series of great magic and the dragon king's breath, the surrounding area is very dense with magic.A slight movement of magic should be undetectable.This is a half-aspirational assumption, but it's not necessarily off the mark.In fact, we are getting further and further away from the dragon's roar.And."This one won't hold for a while.A few kilometers away from the place, you find a hole too shallow to call a cave, but you crawl into it.You sit down and finally take a breath.Huh, I didn't feel alive.Leaning my back against the rock, I tried to let the exhaustion of the battle wear off a little, but the damage was too much.If he continues like this, it's only a matter of time before he loses consciousness.That's not good, so I'll get to work on that as soon as possible.The potion is ......... almost wiped out.I reached out with my left hand to the holder on my hip and opened it, but the battle had ruined most of it.It's just like when I did it as a beginner," he said with a wry smile, feeling a sense of dj vu.You can poke the potion, which was still barely intact, and appreciate the support of South and Katsu's healing spell while letting the pain subside.You'll be able to get the best out of it.The pain has only receded and you've recovered somewhat, but it's far from perfect.Using all of the potions is not enough to recover to the point where you can move it lightly.Bandage the right hand with the mouth and the left hand that can move and apply further first aid.Wrap it up tightly so that it can somehow be moved.Seriously, it's a relief to have one of those magic potions in one piece.Stare at the test tube that was safe at the end.Finally, you swallow the blue potion, reflecting that you should have remembered the healing spell, too.Now I've healed as much as I could.I can move some of it, except for my right arm.The all-important right arm's elbow is not fully bent, and its grip is almost nonexistent.Fortunately, my shoulder moves fine.Now that you've made some kind of recovery, the only thing left to do is to run.If you keep this up, you can make it out to the exit.Just.I'm just saying.I'm talking about leaving the mineral tree alone.I was attracted to it at first and have been using it ever since.I don't think leaving it here is an option.I know it's dangerous, and if you're thinking calmly, it's right to come back to look for it when it's in good condition.Your instincts are surprisingly accurate in such situations.But on the other hand, I was afraid that if I retreated here, I would never be able to find the mineral tree again.To be honest with you, you pick yourself up and look around you.I looked to my right, then left, then up, then down, and when I was sure there was nothing around me, I started back the way I came.I can get a general idea of the direction the mineral tree was thrown in.If I include the upper and lower ranges, I know I'll have to search a hell of a lot of ground.I'll still run through the dragon infested valley.My magic is stored in the mineral tree.Then it should be possible to find it if I can search for that magic.With that faint hope in my heart I leap across the ravine with all my strength in my legs.Side outIt's the bottom of a ravine where the light of day doesn't even reach.The sky is so far away that if you look up, you'll think you're a long way from heaven.This is not the end of the world but the land of the end.Although turf wars between dragons are usually quiet, individuals who don't fit in are occasionally born.As you can imagine, such beings are disruptive to order.These individuals have power and cause all kinds of problems.But it is an individual.Not the herd, but the individual.Its glory is a fleeting glow that does not last.The afterglow of that fleeting light is gathered here.Perhaps we use the land of the valley to clarify the discrimination between losers and winners.Even if the body is made of magic, the afterglow of the individual is born.Bones and fangs, claws and scales, Blood's afterglow will be enormous.The strong survive and the losers perish.More than any other dungeon, this is a world where the law of the jungle is weak and the law of the jungle is strong, where things that have decayed gather, a dragon's graveyard so to speak.A treasure trove of goods that dungeon testers may rejoice over when they reach this place.There's something new added.There's another sound that falls into the empty space where there's nothing to sharpen your ears.And then, with a thud, it accidentally sticks to the skull of an abandoned dragon bone.There is no one to witness the scene as if it were the sword of a brave man struck by the dragon.This is a graveyard, where rotten things rest in peace.Here are those who have given up and gone to sleep.The sword was supposed to be here too.The luminescence and pulsation of magic slowly echoes in the dark and still space.A slight, feeble, unreachable weakness that could not even be called will was frustrating.It was frustrated that its own blade had not reached it.It was simply frustrated by that fact.The blade that had torn through so many enemies together with its bearer had failed to communicate.Instead of scolding her as perhaps her bearer was inexperienced, she lamented that her blade was inexperienced.That lament spreads to those around you.Is it frustrating?Boom and the sword responds to the owner of that voice.He replies in frustration."What a feeble will, but I never thought I'd have such a firm answer.The sword does not hear who that voice is.No, you can't hear it."I thought I would only lose that day, sleep for a few years, and rot away, but well, that's something, that's not so bad to be the food of this feeble will. .........The sword has a will, but not intelligence.It can only throw out the will of its instincts.The owner of the voice murmured to the sword as it stubbornly and honestly threw its straightforward intentions at him, as if to mumble the meaning of surviving so viciously, and then gently summoned the last of its strength as if to relieve him that he could finally sleep.It was the last magic power in his decayed body.The residue of his life.A heretical dragon that was different from its surroundings because it was a mutant blood despite the fact that it was only created in the dungeon.You are the only one who has been able to get away with it.A being had appeared to take over his power.It wouldn't be so bad if this little regret would take over the regret that remained within me.Take it, my dear... but rather than let the giants process it...The last light dwells in the eyes of the sword's pierced skull.To that light the sword responds.and with a single throb.That's the intent."I never thought the day would come when I'd be thanked for this.Then, as if letting the growing roots take over, the light closed its eyelids and put an end to the long days of neglect.
