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A thought suddenly occurred to me.
“I am handsome.”
The countless humiliations experienced in hell.
But, look at that picture. The face that became the basis was called the Pillar of Dawn and was praised by many ladies as the incarnation of Atelis, the male god of beauty. What about her hair dyed black to imitate the devil and her horns towering like those of a yak? It’s decadent and even sexy. I felt satisfied when Eve imitated me perfectly. Yes, I am handsome.
“No matter how evil he is, I have to kill such a handsome guy with my own hands.”
But I have no choice but to kill. I took that perfect handsome man with my own hands. The thought of stabbing myself to death gave me a strange feeling. Although I have found and killed many disguisers, I have never truly realized the power of disguise.
Even when I killed Krankacchi, who was disguised as the son of Count Irsi Rom Schwarzen, I knew from the beginning that he was a devil. Although I wasn’t dealing with demons disguised as his family and friends, dealing with ‘myself’ was definitely a bizarre experience. Moreover, even with Cheonan Tong, its ‘original appearance’ cannot be confirmed.
When I didn’t come forward, he just stood still.
When I scratched my cheek for no reason, he followed me and scratched his cheek as well.
He looked into the distance and raised his arms and waved them.
I followed along the same way.
“Ohh.”
I tried to unfasten my belt and take off my pants, but I felt like I was suffering from a paraphilia, so I stopped.
I get the general idea. He imitates me perfectly and wants to imitate me. Is he watching me and imitating me, or is this a reflex action due to the linkage of demonic powers? As I was twerking to check, I immediately fired a sword. The act of twerking and throwing swords was a highly difficult movement that could not be imitated with the naked eye, and it was a quick attack that took less than 0.1 seconds. The results weren’t very good. Just like me, he shook his hips and swung his sword almost at the same time. Since you can’t tell the difference even with a Cheonan Tong, even the word ‘almost’ can be considered excessive. He imitates me perfectly without any delay.
If ‘watching and following’ had made a difference, it would have been easy to kill him.
This is the strange power of a devil. Is it really a devil with the status of a king?
There is no limit to its activation and it follows your actions at the same time.
So what are the limits of action?
I lightly threw my sword at him. Dark blue sword energy rushed in with a booming sound, but it was blocked and canceled out by dark red sword energy of the same strength and speed. The black energy was scattered right in the middle between him and me. I raised my level and released six sword energy in an instant. Likewise, the six sword energies collided and disappeared at the same point without any error.
I silently looked at the sword he was holding.
Skade Mer, the sword that had been in that guy’s hand ever since he imitated me.
“I’m curious.”
Skade Mer is not an ordinary steel sword. It is a sacred object imbued with the essence of Simsapgeom and the power of a behemoth, as well as a magical sword that is a mixture of Carnival and Homunculus. I converted Skade Mer into ‘bong’ form. Even if he imitates my power, will he be able to imitate the characteristics of the weapon?
“her.”
I was a little surprised. He so easily converted it into a weapon like mine. He did not yet understand the principle. Even though understanding the power of the devil itself was absurd, I needed more information. I immediately opened my eyes and ran towards him. It was judged that there might be a gap in the hand-to-hand combat between masters who went back and forth like crazy. With his skill in bending and flashiness, he poured out twelve blades of the batting stick technique, which is said to be a martial arts technique, towards the guy.
Swish swish-!
Every time the pole was swung, as if a gust of wind blew, the surrounding trees and grass broke and flew into the sky.
The senses engraved in his body had not become dull and were more sharp than before, to the point where he would be treated as a teacher even when the Ark of Openness came. But it was the same for him too. He was completely offset. Dangdubongal’s move toward the top of the head was blocked by the stick before it even reached the head. Even I used the Cheonhamugu, which is the absolute best batting stick technique that can be performed only by concentrating, but even this was blocked with the same force and speed.
“What a deceptive power!”
If it were a game, people would say, ‘You’re playing like shit.’ I put a lot of effort into learning the batting stick method, but he copied it in an instant using only his natural ability. The moment he stepped back and took a breath, his irritation rose and he threw up both hands and swore.
As expected, he also gives me the same ‘double cue’.
“You rotten bastard.”
The good news is that the voice doesn’t imitate it.
I kept swearing at the guy who just kept his mouth shut.
“This guy who gets beaten up has such an easy life? “What are you, Kakashi?”
It is a power that cannot be compared to a copy ninja.
The body, energy, skills acquired through training, and even weapons.
It is a power of the magical realm, not an understandable concept.
“Try this too.”
I widened the distance and put all the power I had into my palms.
The intention was to unleash the Manifest Demon Emperor’s unique magic.
Unique magic is the one and only power and magic given to each person, like the devil’s sin.
If he follows suit even with this, I might have to consider this fight to be the last.
Weeeeeee-!
There is a difference!
concentrated power.
Amidst powerful forces swirling around.
He just copied my posture and couldn’t actually use his magic.
I gathered enough strength to kill it and released it in one go.
Kwaaaaang!
I noticed it right after I released it.
There was no ‘sign’ for release, and as soon as I released the power, magic containing the same power was released from the guy’s palm. The collision of the two powerful energies completely devastated dozens of kilometers around. I, who was protecting myself with my self-defense skills, soon ended up making a useless effort. Because it was the power I released, it did not cause any harm to me. And the same goes for the magic it unleashes.
“shit.”
Isn’t this really the same as playing rock, paper, scissors with me in the mirror and winning?
When you make a fist, you make a fist, when you give a step, you give a step.
He can’t beat me. If the force is the same, it cancels out. But it makes no sense. I absolutely had to kill him. But if it’s the same power, I don’t have the means to kill him. Feeling impatient, I used the next method. If you follow this too… … .
“This biopsy method, the 6th herbal method-”
The pinnacle and ultimate culmination of my power, which was created by connecting two lives.
As I unfolded the 6-second method of Gwanghanjeon, the moon rose on the plain.
It was a collection of powers.
The divine power that tore the devil to pieces.
however-
I was in despair.
This is because there was not just one moon that rose in Hwiyeongcheong.
Red moon and blue moon.
Under the two moons, he and I stared at each other in the same posture for a long time.
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Cut and cut.
As soon as my sword pierced his side, his sword pierced mine.
Blood spattered and the tip of the blade was cut across the ribs, and the ribs were also cut in half by the blade he raised. He uses his internal strength to stop the bleeding, connects the cut flesh and bones, and swings the sword towards the neck. But my sword didn’t cut off his head. I stopped my actions before the Skade Mer reached my neck. Blood flows down his neck. His throat is wet. If his sword had been a little deeper, my head would have been cut off. It hurts and hurts. If we keep killing each other like this, of course… f*uck it, it’s my loss.
“for a moment… … .”
It was humiliating.
“time.”
Damn, I was too strong.
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The power of Dalbi.
He even imitated the power of the holy things.
No, this cannot be called ‘imitation’.
“Damn, damn.”
There was plenty of room to think.
If he doesn’t attack me, he just stays in the same position.
However, the silence that followed was eerie, so I cursed alone to wake myself up. To be honest, I am shocked. King of mimicry demons, king of disguises! Because I had the eyes of God, I was able to clearly understand its power. That guy’s power went beyond mimicry. It’s just not more violent and destructive. It was definitely a demon with the most esoteric power among the demons I had ever dealt with.
As always, it’s time to choose.
Choice.
one.
Realizing that you can’t win, you run away.
Humans suffer from impersonators, the root of the devil cannot be rooted out, and the potential threat will grow, but at least I am safe.
Choice.
two.
It is self-destruction. Assuming that his and my strength are exactly the same, all we have to do is unleash a series of forces powerful enough to gnaw me away. I can’t be sure, but he will be hurt as much as I am hurt. If we do that, you and I will end up destroying ourselves. It is a heroic and noble sacrifice. But it’s the shitty ending that I don’t want to choose the most. My life is not worth disappearing from here. Simple self-destruction is neither a mad struggle for strength nor a holy sacrifice.
It’s just a coward’s struggle.
The last option is an arrogant idea.
So that he doesn’t dare follow me.
The arrogant idea of going beyond the current ‘day’ in every way.
This arrogant and foolish choice.
Funny enough, I couldn’t even add the word ‘option’ to it.
Of course I’m going to choose this arrogant idea.
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“I vaguely got my feet wet.”
chaos.
A new realm awakened in the Magic Tower.
However, since it could not be handled completely, it was promised to a future date.
If I become stronger someday.
If you grow further and achieve a higher level.
Because only then did I become convinced that it was a power I could dare to wield.
“If you imitate me, you will understand. “This is my limit.”
In this moment, I had to move forward.
Newborn children go through many trials and errors until they take their first steps.
Stumble, fall, and stand up again.
But what if.
Not a safe and warm home.
Unfortunately, unfortunately.
What if a hungry animal attacks you, growling from behind?
The child will not survive beyond walking.
It is not a step forward.
Skip, skip.
You must risk your life to reach a much higher level.
ha ha ha!
For a moment, it was so funny that I burst into laughter.
I laughed at it as an expedient method, but in the end it turned out to be a fight against myself.
He is my mirror. In the end, I am the one who has to win. The king of disguise was no longer important. In order to overcome my limits, I had to push myself. I couldn’t get over it back then. I don’t know who called it that in the first place, but this strange power is called ‘Chaos’. Mix all forces. A holy relic similar to the power of the devil, a remnant of the power of nature, Dalbi, and the power is also magical. And even some unknown power within me. All are pulled up, combined, released, and combined again. If you mix pretty colors of paint together, you end up with a cloudy poop color. No matter how distinct the power, the power mixed and mixed became a power that cannot be called anything.
A place filled with chaos, confusion, and the power of terrible destruction.
As a creature’s instinctive defense mechanism, I shouted to stay away from this dirty and murky power.
I had to willingly sacrifice even my instincts as a way to overcome my limitations.
Ugh-!
Released chaos swims between me and it.
The chaos emitted by me and him was attracted and repelled like a magnet.
The more it happened, the more confusion it caused. A power that cannot be defined has grown even greater.
And when I was in a situation where I had to run away, I once again unfolded the ‘horizontal fairy tale level’.
fantasy,
