Wrong, my skills refresh every week

Oppression, unparalleled feeling of oppression.

Just like the monster in a special effects movie, it stood in front of me, and I was not the light yet!

"What, are you scared?"

Alfia noticed Ciel's fear, and a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

"That's natural. Humans are naturally afraid of things that are much bigger than themselves. When your weapon can't even cut off one of its toes, and you can't shake its footsteps even with a full-strength attack, you will feel how insignificant you are!"

She tore open the hem of her skirt, revealing her tight and round thighs, raised her gun, and strode forward: "If you are afraid, just teleport back. This is my trial, don't force it."

For Ciel, who was at level 2, it was already a rare opportunity to accompany her and witness this kind of despair with her own eyes, so Alfia didn't ask for too much.

Charles lowered his head and was silent for a moment...

"Who the hell is scared!"

He roared loudly to give himself courage. His shrinking steps stopped under that look:

"Are you kidding me? I? Am I afraid? My goal is the End! How can I possibly bow down to such a thing?!"

My legs are shaking slightly, which is an unconscious movement of the body.

Charles was now very sober.

He knew very well why he had a place in Alfia's heart.

If he disappoints the two "tyrants", he will become a "joker imp" at the same level as the "brave imp" and the "wild boar boy".

The fear brought by the monster was not enough to defeat the uneasiness in Charles' heart.

He is very insecure.

Well, or should we call it the fear of insufficient firepower? Or it can be changed to the fear of insufficient financial resources or combat power.

My life is also like walking on thin ice, and I am gambling every moment.

Just like a gambler, he gradually expands his capital and accumulates chips. There is no rehearsal in his life, and every time he goes all in.

Ciel knew that he was completely different from Belle.

Alfia wouldn't smile and touch his head, telling him that someone would stand in his way. Chardo just wanted him to become stronger and become a hero for others.

They won't say to Charles, we will protect you.

Charles was bound, like a frozen ice surface, the further he went, the more cracks appeared, and now there was a crack in front of him.

He was not surrounded by companions who encouraged him to go ashore and gave him courage, but by a group of clamoring spectators who were waiting to make themselves the clowns.

and so……

He moved forward.

As usual, put on the personality mask,

Under Alfia's stunned gaze, he dragged the black knife and charged towards the giant beast that exuded terrifying demonic energy.

He must prove that he has the courage to fight the end and show his worth.

Alfia, who witnessed everything, bit her lip and followed him. She seemed to have finally seen through this boy.

Before this, Charles was Belle's friend; a person with strange skills; an ambitious and shady person with a strong psychological quality; a successor with good qualifications; then, a guy who had a strange collection of beautiful girls like a god; a good person; a pervert...

It was not until now, when she suddenly saw Charles' abnormal emotions and actions, that she realized that hidden under this disguise was just a poor child sobbing alone with his knees hugged.

If Belle is the darling of the world, then Charles is like an unfavored bastard, living under someone else's roof, pretending to smile ingratiatingly, performing exceptionally well, and constantly forcing himself not to "disappoint" us.

Alfia stared at the roaring figure rushing towards the troll, and her mind was clear.

Charles is envious of Belle!

Facing the same insurmountable despair, Belle had countless people standing in front of her to help her, while Charles could only rely on his own hands to create a favorable situation for him.

Yes.

he.

Quite disturbing actually.

The urgent pursuit of power, winning over allies, and seeking benefits. Behind the seemingly well-planned strategy, there is a strong sense of anxiety about the future.

She knew that feeling very well, just like when she was a child and was being chased by illness. She could only keep getting stronger and stronger, until she was stronger than the illness.

She is like a rabbit that always holds a pocket watch that shows "the end". She keeps rushing on the road, but she doesn't know what she is chasing.

She hated her illness and blamed it for not giving her more time. Give Metruya more time.

Alfia realizes that if Belle is a continuation of Metarua and the Red-Eyed Boy, then Ciel is a replica of herself.

While constantly trying to save her from the disease, she is also being chased by history called the "Great Struggle".

The source of Ciel's uneasiness... was precisely——the "disease" called Alfia.

On the one hand, he longs for the powerful talents brought by the "disease", but on the other hand, he is afraid of being swallowed by the "disease".

Without realizing it, she had become the thing she hated the most.

"and many more--"

Alfia thought everything through and reached out her hand, trying to grab the weak boy who had put her in danger because of her gaze.

But she stopped, she knew she couldn't stop Charles, all she could do was hold an umbrella for her past self...

The ferocious beast raised its proud head, and a red ray that was powerful enough to vaporize all matter shot out from the magic eye on the top.

boom--------

A ten-meter-wide gully extends across the land stained red with blood.

stab-

A flash of lightning flashed and appeared on the other side.

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh——” Ciel roared, overcoming his fear. He rushed out with his sword, and soon closed the distance of several hundred meters.

A red light flashed in his eyes, the roulette wheel turned, and the pointer pointed to the [Frenzy Magic], which symbolized the evaporation of reason.

Distance...450 meters!

Charles swung out a cold light, cutting off the rubble thrown by Barol.

"Come again!"

A hurricane rose under his feet, and his figure left an afterimage...

Summoner skill [Sprint].

Distance...300 meters!

Ciel leaped up, avoiding the ground that was turning into a rolling tide due to being trampled. Then he dodged again, closing the gap by another 50 meters.

"Meowaaaaaaaaaaah!" The roar that shattered the sound waves interrupted Barrol's another charged attack, and an abnormal red light spread on his body surface.

Circles of ripples flickered on the black sword in Charles's hand, and grace burned behind him. An astonishing bull roar came from the heroic shadow behind him.

[Ancestor Totem! Increase basic strength by 300%]

100 meters!

Barol lowered his body, raised his huge arms, and smashed the earth with the wind pressure.

Charles turned into lightning, approached in an instant, and met Barol's claw attack.

His bloodshot eyes flickered and he roared, "Bug! Take my knife!"

The black blade surrounding the soul of the divine bull swung out and collided with the giant claw, causing a circle of sonic booms and the remaining vibrations to create a circle of ripples.

A crack spread across Barrol's arm, and then the joint exploded, shattering into pieces of flesh.

Charles rolled to the ground in exhaustion, with the hero's roar echoing in his ears.

This was the limit of what Charles could do. Under the interaction, he felt like he was about to break apart. The negative effect of [Gambler Instinct] was triggered, and the gradually fading amplification state made him weaker than ever before.

Even so, only Barol's arm was injured.

"Shaya Sisi Yaya——"

Balor howled, raised his head in humiliation, and fired beams of light at the sky from his evil eyes.

The cursed rays that killed everything covered an area of ​​500 meters like a rainstorm, and any life on the entire earth withered in this baptism.

dong dong dong dong-

His vision was flooded by the red beam of light, but Ciel couldn't muster the energy to exchange clones.

Mentally exhausted...

[Forbidden Fairy Garden] also has the cost of reducing his magic power by half. He is only at level 2, and after reducing his magic power by half, he has already been drained of his magic by the previous magic.

In the baptism of annihilation, Alfia's figure quickly passed by Barol and held Charles, who fell to the ground, in his arms.

Feeling the smooth touch on his face, Charles knew that he had made the right bet.

The surging light cannon ravaged Alfia's back. The dress with super high magic resistance was turned into rags under the high-frequency ravages, followed by hair, flesh and bones.

The snow-white skin turned into charcoal, and the bones dissolved into mud. Then a green light lit up, and all the bombardments inflicted on Alfia turned into power to heal her life.

Alfia looked up, eyes accusing, "What are you doing?!"

Charles' eyelids twitched and he hissed, "Look, I did it."

"I didn't ask you to do this!" Alfia pinched Charles' face with both hands: "What are you afraid of? Me?"

"I... am afraid?"

Not wanting to become the existence she hated the most, Alfia hugged Ciel again: "Don't be afraid, I'm here, I will protect you."

"Don't worry about the black dragon. I will survive. That is my mission. There is no need to work so hard."

No effort? Huh? No effort?!

Ciel was still confused, but when he heard the familiar lines, he almost had his chin lifted by an index finger.

Is the prize pool so big this time?

Behind him was Balor's furious roar and falling rocks.

A clone appeared from Alfia's body, and the princess quickly left the battlefield with Ciel in her arms.

Ciel looked back, and the alien-like giant beast emitted the ultimate flash behind Alfia.

She smiled at Charles, turned around and opened her hands.

"Life and death are separated, and I have searched the world in vain. I wish to penetrate the underworld and see you again...Darkness has descended here."

The teleporting light rotated, and as Balor roared, the dimensional gate appeared. The cursed light that annihilated everything disappeared after touching the vortex of gray.

Alfia tore off the tattered strips of cloth on her body, revealing her waist without a trace of fat, and she stepped forward holding the fairy spear.

A gray vortex appeared in the sky, and a familiar beam of light fell and hit Barol himself.

His skin and flesh were burned, his bones were exposed, and Barol fell to the ground and screamed...

"Next, we'll fight one-on-one!"

Alfia's eyes fixed, and he launched a desperate charge towards Balor.

Chapter 138 I don’t want to work hard anymore

In a corner of the destroyed maze wall, Charles, who had just fallen asleep, sat up gasping for breath.

"Shit, did I hear Alfia say I don't have to work hard anymore?!!!"

He touched his body and looked around: "Is this a dream?"

The expressionless clone standing by her side did not answer. Ciel sat cross-legged in front of her, looking worried.

"Hey, Alfia, I know you can hear me, answer me quickly."

"Hey, Moshimoshi!"

Ciel waved his hand in front of Alfia's eyes: "Now, now, if I don't try hard, will you still like me? Now, now. Speak!"

The cloned creation showed no reaction and dutifully carried out its master's final order.