Magic King.

My far forward, about 170 meters away.

The man standing on the soil of a harvested wheat field certainly called himself that.

The King of Wizards, yes.

I usually forget about it, but it's my title when I'm summoned to this world.

It is the name of a legendary crazy being who comes from different worlds and destroys this world.

A person who can use Magic Instruction, a fully superior compatible ability of Magic.

Even so, my earthly demon guidance itself just seems like a powerful esper capability. What is ruin, honestly, doesn't seem like a pin.

It's a lot of hurdles for me to actively investigate myself that the inheritance of the Magic King can't be talked about by the church and the teachings of others, or that I don't seem to know much about the younger generation in the first place. I can't honestly ignore the risk of sniffing around so badly that I'm the king of magic...

I just wonder if this word "Demon King” itself is generally recognised there. The scholar, Dr. Speria, aside, even the bald of the common man, knew to some extent about the King of Magic.

So even if the man in front of me, like my closest old men, knew about the Magic King, nothing is strange.

An arrogant man who calls himself a god or a demon king exists everywhere. Therefore, if this man had simply named King of Magic, I do not think I would have been upset so far.

What really struck me was the word he said right after that.

He pointed to us and called us.

− NPC (Enupysy).

That is, it is an abbreviation for a non-player character. For someone who has played some games, that's probably a familiar word.

I don't even know what the definition is, but in short, this guy is the generic name for a character that the player himself can't manipulate during the game.

If you're going to describe it plainly, you are...

Other than the main characters, what about the inhabitants of the game world?

Well, I don't care about the exact definition of the word NPC or what the hell he meant by calling us living people NPC.

What's important is that the word NPC...

Yes, that's the word "game term."

As you know, in my incomplete and one-way translation abilities, words of concepts that are not in this world cause translation to make light errors. And Internet and game terms are typical examples of concepts that do not exist in this world, most of which cause translation errors.

I asked an approximate question to Acetu standing next to me.

I felt the surface of my own lips spinning the question dry badly because of the tension.

"Hey, acetu.... You know the word NPC?

The wheat-skinned boy looked at me with a decent uplift.

Eyes filled with emerald-colored vitality gleamed like jewels in the midday sun.

"No, no, no, no. Oh, my God, that. It belongs to your brother's country?

It was an expected answer, but it was still a shock.

The reaction of this acetu, undoubtedly the translation, is causing an error. The Japanese is slipping straight out of my mouth, and it doesn't convey meaning to my opponent.

No longer, I had no doubt.

The black masked cosplay man standing over there now talks about a concept that does not exist on the language of this world.

Perhaps he's just like me.

"Earthlings, are you..."

What the hell is this all about?

He was summoned from Earth, too, as the demon king of ruin?

Wasn't I the only one who was the King of Magic?

Speaking of which, Lübeu Zailain, who summoned me, even a long time ago wrote in his suicide note that there was a record of many other demon-led kings besides me being summoned.

What does that statement have to do with anything?

But the old demon kings must have already been killed and died.

So, who the hell is that cosplay guy in front of you right now?

... Am I possibly making some serious mistake about the contents of that suicide note?

How did you write about the Zailane one, the legacy of the old demon kings? Did you leave any tips on this situation?

No. Now I can't seem to recall the fine rhetoric of the suicide note engraved in that stone book.

"Brother Nemaki, what's wrong? You look pale..."

Asetu, standing next to me, called out worryingly.

"... su, sorry. It's okay."

My inner agitation means that Acetu and Gore have a good chance of finding out. These guys have been wasting too much time watching me from day to day.

Once again, while desperately building a poker face, he watched as the self-proclaimed demon king ahead.

The man walks over the soil of the wheat fields, gently toward this side, letting his cloak soak in the wind.

At a distance, we're not that far away already. It's time for contact with the avant-garde golems to come into the assumption, but the black sword remains on his shoulders and he doesn't even stand up.

Whatever the Golem does, I'm just saying I'm not interested at all.

It's a totally insulting attitude. I guess you still don't realize that I'm a man of my kind who was summoned as King of Magic.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!!!"

Suddenly at this time, a wild roar like a beast followed the eardrum.

The masked man didn't scream. The big red-haired man next door raised his temper and began his assault with a fierce enemy.

"Become......, Jambila!?"

I peeled my eyes off unexpectedly.

What a brain muscle.

This move of his, I honestly didn't anticipate.

Should boulders be called the use of blood attributes, or Jambila's assault speed is not the ratio of an ordinary person.

There is a tremendous force in its appearance as it wraps a red and black aura around its entire body and moves on as it steps and taps the ground with enhanced leg strength.

He joined the avant-garde orange elephant and started walking side-by-side in pace. And as it was, it was a single-minded movement between the Golem and man, attacking the enemy at the same time.

"Ooh! I'm gonna smash you, Endirruh!

In the roar of the Lord, a giant hammer of heavy golems swings down over the masked man's head. At exactly the same time, Jambila's hammer was washed away from the side.

A rigid-armed warrior with strengthened body and a giant warrior with a stiff stone body. It's an inescapable, perfect combination of moves released from the two giants.

Heavy shock sounds struck the surroundings.

But the masked man had a cool face and was taking two attacks at the same time.

"Nah...!?"

In the belly of a black sword, he takes lightly a hammer like an orange elephant's boulder. Jambila's hammer, which came directly from the side, what a take on two left hand fingers without a weapon.

"What, this guy's arm strength..."

Out of sentence, Jambila stops moving for a moment. But I jumped right back and took a distance. Orange elephants retreat tremendously so that they follow him as well.

The masked man doesn't even have any sign of chasing them.

I relaxed and opened my mouth with a serious view of Jambila's appearance.

"... Phew. This macho's working pretty good. It's got a lot of power. There's no such thing as a magic warrior."

"Hey, what..."

The masked man's left palm was pointed at him softly, blocking the bewildering words of Jambila.

An abusive grin appeared on his mouth peeking from the mask.

"But hey, too bad. No matter how strong you guys are. No matter how advanced the surgical logic - blood attributes then (...), you can never beat me."

"…………………"

His lips did work that way.

Shortly afterwards, the red and black aura, which covered Jambila's body, suddenly diffused and vanished like fog.

As it is replaced, a red and black aura erupts abruptly from all over the masked man.

The sight was as if the Aura of Jambila had been taken away by a masked man.

From Jambila's hand, he made a decoy and a noise, and the hammer fell.

Perhaps the disappearance of the physical strengthening caused by magic must have prevented it from retaining the weight of a huge weapon.

The red-haired young man stares at his own weapon, which has fallen to the ground, and his trembling palm, with eyes that look at incredible objects.

"Hey, what...? My blood magic, it's unraveled, is it...?

The ensuing events further stunned everyone on the spot.

The reddish aura wrapped around the masked man began to twitch and "discolor completely black”.

The man, wearing a black aura all over his body, gently moved his hands and feet several times to make sure of his own physical movements. And I raised my shaky voice.

"Oh ho! Wow, this guy's body strengthening magic. It's high performance, and you're up to long-distance vision. It's rare. Normally, even advanced sorcery is at best accompanied by elevated motor vision."

Only the masked man's upbeat voice echoed around him.

"Hey, what is that...?

In a different sight in front of me, Acetu opens and solidifies his eyes.

I lost my word to surprise myself again.

But this surprise of mine is something completely different from acetu's.

Because I knew very well about the moves used in front of me.

Enemy magic, forcibly seized.

A move of alien power that after discoloring it to black, makes it your own.

The inescapable countless stone bullets emitted by a crowd of monkeys traveling to the land of the temper. And the ridiculously super-powerful giant stone bullet that the ancient (if any) earth dragon spits out.

I once blocked everything with this move.

This is the strongest Special Attack only used by the Magic King.

Yes, definitely. Now, that move that the man in front of you...

"Uh... (ENTIRE AR)... He used" NTR "on Jambila..."

Me squeaking.

At this time, the shaky masked man glanced at Jambila at the lid.

His mouth moved emotionally.

"... this guy's already used up"

Tastes bad.

Jambila will be killed.

I panicked and glanced forward at Gore's white back.

Is it the one called the breathing of an amulet? She sent a glimpse at that shoulder, almost at the same time.

We gaze at each other.

The side of my red eyes is staring at me like I'm asking.

I knew what this partner was going to say. We've been through the training ground together many times before.

Gore is asking.

- Can I kill him? and.

In accelerating thinking, I worried for a moment.

Fulfilling what Gore wants, killing him, is that really good?

A man named the second king of demons.

(NTR) used.

Word of the earth he spoke.

The purpose of these raiders' actions.

And a political mastermind and a pompous shadow that is sure to exist behind it.

There are too many things I don't know about the situation that is happening in front of me right now. Honestly, it's totally over my thinking capacity.

But at the same time, only one thing was clear.

And Jambila, who is now in crisis. And Setu, who is next door. And a lot of people in the back, too. Definitely not NPC, like he said.

When I'm close, I feel a warm breath. In the hand touched, there is a definite fever of life. I cry, I laugh, I get angry. Everyone has their own living, dear family and loved ones.

And if you can shoot with an arrow, there's endless red blood flowing out...

I don't care what you think, you're a living human being.

That's all I can say with confidence. Definitely.

It's not a game.

Let him kill you like a bug, okay, there's no way.

"... I don't mind. Do it, Gore!

With a big nod to me, Gore threw a soft glance for a moment.

Shortly afterwards, like a bullet, he flied with his enemies.

She left the sound behind and sickened the surface in a straight line.

It's a real acceleration.

Of all the speeds I've shown my enemies in this battle, it's the fastest.

Soon Gore's body, meaty on the masked man, became like a whip.

White right arm cleaves air and roars.

"Become -"

The mouth of the man's mask opened about half to surprise.

- The next moment, on its face, a fist of destruction burst.

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