Chapter 1909: 1909 33

The whole body is overflowing with unprecedented power. It's gushing. Rising.

My heart clears. The nerves are sharpened. Consciousness dawns. My instincts cross. The spirit moves.

When Law One is flying more than ever, I become aware. My body and mind are as light as wings.

I've heard stories about going into a state of ultra-concentration called zone. I doubt this is the case. But then I always feel like I'm in there by self-insinuation. The present state was such a feeling that everything about me was, like, free from everything.

Move with each other. Move at the same time. Two shots at each other, at the same time.

The moment before I pulled the trigger, I felt it in Law One as if the flow of time had stopped. At that stopped time, read the opponent's movements. Read the timing of the opponent's attack and the direction and aim of the muzzle. Set the timing and aim of your shooting. Decide on your movements.

It was also clear to Law One that he was making predictions about the future by rotating his brain and intuition in full as well. In the time I stopped, I thought that only the consciousness of Law One was moving, and I could see that true consciousness was moving in the same way.

I see countless lines of light running in space. That's ballistics when a gun is fired within seconds. A portion of the law, and a true portion. We both saw each other, but the places we could see each were subtly different. There is no such thing as two ballistic predictions being exactly the same. Predictions are uneven. Either of them may be right. Both could be wrong. They could both be right.

Light lines, light paths, disappear little by little. Selected. your path of light and the other's path of light. True, no law.

After a long second, a long comma second, Law One and Truth transmit to the body a movement that determines one's fate.

My hand moves and puts my gun mouth together from me onto the path of the light that reaches out.

Prepare for movements that your body moves and avoids from the lines of light that extend from your opponent.

A bullet of lead that pierces the other person's body and tries not to take his life flows across the space and behind Truth and Law One, respectively.

Dropped pod rolls at true foot and hits true shoe.

A pod falling at the foot of Law One jumps, trying to escape from Law One and leaves.

Time stops again. Now we shot each other one at a time.

Law One was going to shoot two shots next.

True I was going to shoot two shots next time, but I was lost. Since it was likely that Law I would shoot two shots at a time, I thought I would keep them in one shot, focus on avoiding them, and shoot them about three more shots at once at the next turn, but in the time I stopped, I thought long and withdrew the idea. I don't know what the right answer is.

As soon as the battle began, Marcella's presence disappeared beautifully and refreshingly from the head of Law One. My thoughts about her and the grief I lost all flew somewhere right after I turned into my own power and started the fight. Now it's all about the truth in front of me. Only the pleasure and joy of a life-threatening battle with a mighty enemy dominates both the body and the mind of Law One.

(It's great...)

With joy, Law One thinks.

I can tell that the cute looking lad in front of Law One is a warrior who, backwards of appearance, has crept through countless training grounds. The crystal that has been refining itself to fight, I can see it in Law One. I think Law One strongly believes that it is the same thing.

Hundred wars of each other. Those who fight for battle and continue to hone their fighting skills kill each other with all their might to make one of them deceased. Hit each other's entire existence with full force. As a result, one can crush it. When that was a great thing without interruption, Law One felt it. And I was wondering who I felt that way. He said he was so repellent of the act of murder.

(I can understand it now. Accepted. I don't need a gentle world or a warm place right now. I guess I came to this side naturally because people in that place don't understand me and I get to understand this)

In the time I stopped, the head of Law One spins in full, and I think about various things.

Law One stares at me as I think about it. The path of light appears again innumerable. It also shows a number of true figures. I can see ahead of the move.

Really stare and look at predictive ballistics. Read ahead of the first move of the law.

The truth was I felt strong signs of death. I remember fear more than usual. Truth is, I don't forget my fears in battle. Even if that's the understated miscellaneous fish. If you stay alert, you will eat the bullet and die. But I don't think I need a stronger alarm of fear than I need to. I'm already in the middle of a fight. Yet fear appeals desperately. You're going to die, you're going to die. I already know that.

Bite the noisy fear to death. Bite and crush with the joy of battle. Truth is, that's how I've suppressed alarms of overly loud terror. Same thing this time.

Time had stopped, but it moved naturally. No, it was just flowing slowly, as illusory as it might have stopped.

Once again, at exactly the same time, set each other's gun goals and pull the trigger twice at the same time. Even the number of shots was the same.

What time should the battle between the two begin?

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When we shot each other? Assuming that's the case, it only takes less than three seconds to get there.

Dropped pod rolls at true foot and hits true shoe again.

The pod that fell at the foot of Law One also rolls and stops at the side of Law One's face, as if leaning against Law One.

The battle between the two, which had been fought for a long time during the stopping time, had been settled in just three seconds.

Law One, which was bullet-pierced through the chest, was falling sideways.

(So far... Is this the end of my life? Is the end finally here......)

The joy of battle had vanished, and the fear of death and the voidness of thinking of oneself had swirled through the breasts of the first of the laws.

(I finally couldn't get what I wanted. It's a terrible world... A terrible life. And it's probably a terrible ending to wait. There's so much I can't... get a kind world. Depending on the world of blood and nitrogen smoke...... I want the opposite. A ghost? No? Whatever is stupid......)

So much thought, my sorrow and fear that I would disappear from this world pushed me furiously.

(You wanted to see it. A kind world. You don't have to hurt anyone, have a peaceful world. I've always wanted it since I was a kid, but I didn't see anything like it, and I myself fell for it, the true opposite. What are you doing)

The answer was meant to be understood for a moment in the current battle, but I have already forgotten.

"Please continue my dream... Make a kind world... a warm place... someone make it..."

That whine of Law One had reached only the true ear.

After squealing, Law One is annoying.

(Are you stupid, I... What are you really doing? You're still alive... What's dead? I care and I'm centimetres)

The flame, which was still dull without disappearing within Law One, came back to life and burned up all at once.

Once again, let the killer go. Truth is, keep your mind tight. I really almost thought this was it, but he doesn't intend to end Law One yet.

"Pity. Pity. Stupid round."

Wake yourself up whining Act One. It is not a wound that can stand no matter how you look at it. It's so badly wounded that it's unlikely to even move. Other than fighting. But Law One is about to stand and fight. I'm not just going to use up all my remaining life, I'm going to pull out a miracle beyond my limits and still fight.

(Even if you're dying soon, as long as you're alive, give this life...)

"Let's fly..."

He took over the dialogue in his heart with his flesh voice, and Law One rose up slowly, fluttering.

It only takes a second. All you have to do is raise the gun, read the enemy's movements, and pull the trigger. You don't have to think about evading. I don't need to read true ballistics anymore. All you need is your ballistics and a prediction of where to avoid them truly.

The hope that you will live is unnecessary, so just let the power to kill remain for one more second. Law One wants it strongly.

Eventually, Law One determines when to shoot and the direction of the muzzle.

(I'll fly!

I meant to scream, but there was no voice.

I meant to pull the trigger, and there was no force in my fingers.

Only the killer flew, and it really hit me. Truth is, I took it and got myself killed.

Power falls out of the body of Law One.

Before falling to the ground, the consciousness of Law One was flying.

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