Wipe Out Everything With a Counter Attack Power of 10000000000

144. A world without martial arts (1)

Yuma called the Join people, who said they knew well about the curse, to his side.

Legores, a joiner, sat next to Yuma.

“Did I say there was a way to observe dreams?”

Legores began to tremble again.

“Yes, yes. That’s right.”

Yuma made eye contact with Legores.

“Tell me how to do it.”

Legores took a deep breath and began to explain.

“The reason we can try this method is because Yuma-sama is a god. And it is possible because the two people who are currently under the nightmare curse are Yuma-sama’s followers.”

Legores continued.

“The two of you will have separate dreams. Even if Hestia appears in Clone-sama’s dream, it is only Clone-sama’s dream. Hestia will have to wake up from her own nightmare separately.”

The point is that the two are not having the same dream, but are trapped in their own nightmares.

dream.

When Yuma listened to Legores’ explanation of how Yuma could enter the nightmare as an ＜observer＞, Clone’s dream had already made some progress.

***

“….”

The black-haired, golden-eyed girl slowly stood up.

Clone looked at the grave in front of him.

It was Yuma’s tomb.

It was the tomb of Yuma, who was killed by the god Barbatos.

It was a fierce battle.

The war god Yuma fought hard and pushed the god ＜Barvatos＞ into a corner, but in the end, Yuma was unable to defeat Barbatos.

Barbatos, whose whole body was in tatters, quickly returned to the God Realm, but Yuma had already stopped breathing.

One month after Musin’s death.

A deep dark cloud hung over the Astes Empire on the Gehergen Continent.

The backbone of the empire.

No, Yuma, the god of war who was everything, is dead.

Brigitte von Astes, the emperor of the empire, had been secluded in her home for a month, never coming out.

Grand Sword Master Bell was in the training hall swinging his sword all day. The only time I saw her face was early in the morning, at 7 o’clock, when she was eating.

How about yourself?

“Yuma-sama.”

Sigh… .

Clone stroked the top of the large tombstone with Yuma’s name engraved on it.

“I’m researching magic that returns time.”

taboo.

The magic of time regression that most wizards in this world dream of, but not a single wizard has ever succeeded in.

“Yuma-sama might say it’s an escape from reality….”

Clone trembled with his right hand resting on the tombstone.

“I can’t believe it. I can’t.”

Clone knelt down and sat in front of the grave.

“Even if I die. Even if everyone else dies… I thought Yuma wouldn’t die.”

Clone’s golden eyes were infinitely empty.

As if it had completely lost its vitality.

Whoa…

Clone let out a deep sigh that shook the ground and slowly got up.

Then, he came down from the imperial tomb and entered the imperial magic tower.

Squeak-

I opened the door and went inside.

I checked research data on time regression.

Many questions remained about the study.

Is time regression possible?

Even if the magic succeeds, can the future be changed?

Wouldn’t it be nice to see the horrible scene of Yuma’s death one more time?

Am I the only one experiencing regression?

Even if the time regression magic is really successful, would it be true that the entire world would go backwards in time?

Countless questions were written in the record book.

These questions had been brewing in my mind since I first started learning about ＜Time Reversion＞ magic.

“It’s not the time to think about all that.”

In Clone’s mind, all he can do is bring Yuma back to life.

That was the only thought that filled my head.

Spread out on the ground was a huge blank sheet of paper.

Clone squatted on the floor and began writing on a blank piece of paper.

I continued to write magic calculations endlessly. Black letters were written on a huge piece of white paper.

The scenery beyond the curtained window began to change countless times.

The sun slowly set and darkness fell.

Clone opened his eyes and continued calculating despite the pounding headache.

The dark circles became darker.

My mind is turning pitch black. Only when the sweet smell vibrated from the mouth did the right arm, which had been moving endlessly, stop.

“…Is it okay to do it like this?”

The theory of time regression magic has been established to some extent.

Clone frantically checked the written documents with eyes filled with emptiness.

“There is… a contradiction here. If this happens, there is a risk that the order of the world will be mixed up during the return.”

Clone slowly opened his mouth. What flowed into my dry mouth was very strong coffee.

Clone felt that his body’s balance was disturbed a week ago.

Still, I couldn’t stop this obsessive behavior. Only Yuma. It was an obsession created by the desire to see Yuma’s face alive.

“You must, you must…you must find a way.”

square!

Clone continued to search for information, not caring that his fingers were cut by the sharp edge of the paper.

Clone, who had been frantically searching for data, turned his head. There, there were books gathered in one place, tightly bound with the determination not to be easily opened.

“…If we don’t. If we don’t complete the time regression magic, we might have to touch Yuma’s body. We must find it.”

The materials gathered in the corner were related to black magic.

Necromance type magic that revives the body and soul of a dead person.

“You can’t give that kind of energy to Yuma-sama’s body.”

Clone took another sip of coffee.

My mind had already been stretched to its limit.

The coffee transfusion just now was literally nothing more than pouring water into a bottomless pot.

Clone fell asleep only when the morning sun rose.

Tsk tsk…

As day came, I heard birds chirping.

“Miss Clone, Clone!”

Clone slowly opened his eyes when he felt his shoulder being strongly shaken.

“who are you.”

A weak voice came out of his mouth.

Clone barely opened his eyes and slowly stood up. He was then able to face the person who woke him up.

“Miss Clone.”

Clone barely managed to focus unsteadily and looked at the being in front of him.

“…Lord Eldrie Magic Tower.”

Red Mage Tower, Eldrie Freire.

He was a benefactor who greatly helped him become the 5th Circle, and he was a wizard who rose to the rank of the 7th Circle, the strongest wizard in the empire.

“…….”

Eldrie looked at the Necromancer magic books stuck in the corner with a stern expression.

The red-haired wizard, Eldrie, trembled her shoulders.

“No matter how great the shock of losing Yuma-sama is, do you think it is right to touch such a terrible taboo?”

From the point of view of elemental wizards, black magic was a line that should not be crossed.

And the same was true for the ＜Time Reversion＞ series of magic.

“Necromancer type magic, as well as… this time regression magic, is also very dangerous. Clone. No matter how carefully you design it, there will always be loopholes. The flow of this world itself can collapse due to those loopholes.”

Eldrie glared at Clone with his eyebrows narrowed.

“Even if the flow of this world is expected to be restored soon, there is a strong possibility that the body and soul of the clone that executed it will return to nothingness without leaving a single trace.”

Clone let out a dry sigh.

And slowly opened his dry lips.

“…Yes. I know.”

Clone felt his head pounding again.

The recurrence of this headache was clearly due to Eldrie in front of me.

“I don’t know that obvious thing?”

Eldrie’s eyes widened at the sharp answer.

“yes?”

Clone continued.

The voice of the next words was trembling violently, as if there was an underlying anger in his consciousness.

“Eldrie-sama…is the one who did nothing when Yuma-sama passed away.”

Eldrie could not help but tremble at Clone’s sudden change in attitude.

Room 402 on the fourth floor of the Imperial Magic Tower was used as Clone’s personal laboratory. This place was also full of magic circles that Clone had created in advance.

Jiiiiing──!

Two magic circles emerged on the ceiling and floor.

Binding magic and telekinesis magic were activated simultaneously in four magic circles.

Churrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Red haze stems entangled both of Eldrie’s legs.

And a red-hot spear protruding from the magic circle drawn from the staff held in Clone’s right hand rushed towards Eldrie’s heart.

Fuuuk!

Eldrie’s heart was pierced at once.

Dark red blood gushed out from Eldrie’s mouth.

“Somehow… I will do whatever it takes to save Yuma. Even if it means… breaking the taboo of reviving the dead.”

It was that moment.

Slurp…

Clone suddenly felt his vision go dark.

“Clone!”

And then I heard a voice.

A very familiar voice, along with the warmth I felt on my shoulder.

“Clone!”

Clone slowly lifted his head from the desk. Clone turned his head back. Standing there was the Miao swordsman, Hestia.

“…Hestia-nee.”

“How long have you been doing research? If you’re going to sleep, you should sleep in bed… Doesn’t your back hurt?”

Seeing Hestia asking about herself with a worried face, Clone opened her mouth again.

“…What about Eldrie Magic Tower Lord?”

“Huh? You came down from the capital yesterday.”

“…That’s right, it was just a dream.”

Clone sighed and got up.

No matter how mentally worn he was due to Yuma’s death. It made no sense to kill the magic tower lord of Eldrie, who was like his benefactor.

Eldrie wasn’t one to die that easily.

A dream within a dream, a dream in a dream.

Clone still had no clue that not only had he just killed the Eldrie magic tower lord been a dream, but that this situation itself was his dream.

“Let’s go, we need to eat something.”

Clone slowly nodded his head at Hestia’s words.

“yes.”

The two slowly walked down from the Imperial Magic Tower.