Chapter 166: 166 162 It is not impossible to have a precedent.

I think I'm doing something stupid.

No, in this case you're going to try something stupid?

I began to swing slowly at first, but my sword speed steadily increased as I sharpened my senses.

Whether this challenge will be in vain or will be rewarded is unknown at this point.

But what I am aiming for remains clear in my memory.

I remember my instructor's previous assault, breaking through the wall between dungeons and destroying the dimensional barrier.

I don't care about logic.

There was only the phenomenon of his own karma sublimated there.

I don't know the logic behind the world and dimensions.

There was no way for me to come up with an easy way to escape from a space that can only be described by the word abnormal.

The natural course of action was to try to do what I could.

...... suh-hah

One deep breath.

He began by slowly swinging down the mineral tree, calming his mind.

He was able to do it with a memorable laugh, a feat that the instructor performed with ease and charm.

It may have been easy for him to do, but that doesn't mean he couldn't do it thinking he could do it too.

I understand that in my head.

I understand and accept that it's reckless.

Still, the understanding that it wasn't impossible made me choose that option.

Honestly, I think it was a gamble.

And a bad one at that.

I thought the time available to me in the current situation was limited to a few hours if I was going to make the best of it.

I even thought the real test would come when I was so exhausted I couldn't think about anything else.

It would be such a reckless challenge that words such as impossible and reckless would not suffice to describe what you've accomplished in such a short amount of time.

In fact, the weight I felt when I shook the mineral tree was the same as usual, and I knew it was only a matter of time before I got tired at this rate.

I also knew that my actions were like an uncut spider spinning a spider's web that stretches far beyond the horizon.

But that realization was a good one.

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At first I thought my body was feeling better than usual.

?

It's because I was able to keep swinging a lot of times with less fatigue than usual.

However, you realize that it's strange that you're swinging the mineral tree so much that you can't get rid of it with your good condition, but you're not getting tired at all.

But that doesn't mean you can't waste time, so you keep swinging without stopping.

You can't afford to waste time, so you keep swinging without stopping, because you're wondering if there's still room for you to keep swinging like this because your status has been raised again.

Hmm?

But after another hour or so, that excuse may have run out of steam.

I wonder how long I've been swinging the mineral tree.

I've been swinging the mineral tree for about three hours now.

This is strange.

And yet, it never gets tired.

Yes, I'm not even slightly tired.

I don't feel any loss of energy.

I don't feel tired.

Normally, my arm muscles would be tense, my grip would be weak, and I'd have a hard time bringing it down so cleanly like this.

What's wrong with this?

A runner's high, not a bare minimum?

A hybrid language of Japanese and English was born, and a question mark appeared on top of your head, but you never stopped moving and kept swinging.

I kept swinging because I didn't want to waste the time to stop, but this was starting to get tiresome.

And the questions kept piling up.

My predicted time had passed and I was not tired at all.

Nor did the hunger.

My concentration is disrupted, but that doesn't mean I can't move.

It didn't take much time for your body to decide that it was abnormal and to examine the event without stopping your arm to move unimpeded.

Then I began to examine it, and the examination would yield more and more information as time went on, gradually bringing me to a better understanding of my current situation.

I guess my current situation is not tiring, or to be more precise, my body is fixed in the stage of imprisonment in this world.

Otherwise, there is no such thing as a state of maximum HP (hit points) where hunger and fatigue do not come.

You may not even be injured, but in order to confirm this, you'll have to perform a self-inflicted wound, so we can't verify it later.

For now, if you say that this is a space where the spirit has removed the restriction, then it's a situation where there is no time limit.

Hmph!

I concentrate on my swing again with all my strength.

I don't know what the genie's purpose is, but I understand how to get him to drop out of this ordeal.

I honestly don't like this technique of getting you to drop out of the game by waiting for you to fail without lifting a finger.

But it's sweet.

I've spent my life as a businessman just training these rebellious bastards.

I pride myself on my willingness to rebel against the unreasonable.

I can feel my mouth lifting.

Good thing there's no time limit.

It's just a matter of persistence from here on out.

Let's see if you think I'll fail first, as you think I will, or if I'll tear this world apart first.

From that point on, it was just a battle of how long I could concentrate.

But strangely enough, I didn't feel like I was going to lose.

For starters, you focus so intently that you expel all notions of time from your body, then you stretch your magic from your toes to the tip of your sword.

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Swinging down the mineral tree, you steadily prepare to cut something invisible.

One swing and nothing is felt.

Ten shakes and nothing is felt.

A hundred swings later, it feels a little faster than before.

A thousand shakes later, it feels even sharper.

All you have to do is just keep improving your movement through trial and error.

Your body requires the best possible movement, and your eyes are always looking forward, thinking only of slicing through the space in front of your gaze.

Shake off the thought of not being able to cut, and instead of thinking you can't cut it, resolve to cut it.

After 10,000 swings, the speed at which you swing down begins to stagnate.

After a hundred thousand shakes, the process of swinging down began to be lost.

After a million swings, the motion of swinging down began to become rigid.

Thoughts of how to sublimate the act of cutting are spinning at high speed, even though I was concentrating on it repeatedly.

Over and over again, the lack of results has made my rational mind to put a stop to this action.

Is this really the right thing to do?

What is the point of doing this?

Isn't this action itself wrong?

You think like a patient boss reprimanding a subordinate who doesn't deliver.

I will not shake it off.

The thought itself is not wrong, but rather it's the thought that eliminates waste to help me reach my peak.

That thought should have the effect of slowing me down, but my body does not slow down because my emotions drive my body rather than my reason.

It's as if the extra weight was eliminated because of the elimination of wastefulness, and the movement of the body accelerates faster and faster.

After 10 million swings, you won't have to work as hard.

After a hundred million swings, you've turned waste into power.

After a billion swings you can see that your swords are still inexperienced.

I can still sharpen my swing.

Gradually, my goal began to change from tearing apart this world to leading this sword to the highest rank.

No, that moment alone is the timing of the change.

The act of tearing up the world becomes a process from the point of arrival, and I swing the mineral tree in search of the ultimate swing.

Maybe it's just my imagination, but I felt as if something touched the tip of my sword.

I shook it a hundred billion times, and through trial and error I felt something on the tip or not, and so on.

I was sure that if I grasped this feeling, something inside me would evolve.

There was an indescribable feeling of elation given by this conviction.

The act of wondering was futile, and I couldn't wait to swing it down.

With each swing, you can see how the sword smith is forging his sword as if he was once bringing a hammer down on a heated blade.

It's not surprising that it's just a little bit of imagination.

Even if the results will disappear in the blink of an eye if you slack off, if you keep swinging it, you'll see it building up.

I can feel something glancing at my tip, even though I haven't even counted the number of times I've done it since the beginning.

I feel as if I could see the region of the peak to be reached now.

Then you'll be able to see what's ahead of you.

You can't hide your excitement as my sword polishes even though you think you're swinging it absent-mindedly.

I don't know how many times I've swung my sword.

It's the only excitement that has begun to occupy my mind.

And finally...

!　Ka!

I scoff.

I was running, hiding, watching from afar.

Something I could not reach, something I could reach.

I sensed that sense from the tips of my fingers.

It should have been the same gesture, but it felt all different from the first one.

There was no response, but I could feel the response of the cut.

You're cutting into something thick and thin, into something hard and soft.

I don't need to tell myself to hurry, but I think I've shown the best concentration I've ever shown in this moment.

A light shines through the white world.

That light grows brighter with each swing of my sword.

A small cut becomes a large crack.

A small cut becomes a bigger crack... and then a path for one person to follow.

Oh, this is fun.

And that's a shame.

More and more you want to improve yourself in this space, and yet the end is sure to come.

The heat of your body, which has stopped to promote loneliness, is cooling down.

The reasoning that this is your goal is rushing your body to jump into the gap.

You're not tired, but you're tired, and you feel a sense of accomplishment, but you also feel a sense of inadequacy as you step into the space.

"Hey, I'm here.

A being that was in another world, neither the white world nor the original world, where he crawled.

A being that was there.

I'm sure of it.

I understood without speaking.

"Are you the genie, Master Valus?

I looked up at the figure sitting cross-legged on the giant white snake that was shrieking, in a tone of voice coarsened by the afterglow of excitement.

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