I'm not a hero, but I didn't say I couldn't beat you.

As a person who awakened from the miracle caused by the disaster caused by emotional synchronization, Fule certainly knows how much a human can do by stimulating specific emotions.

Let the calm researcher recognize the devil from reality and let the silent conspirator reveal his conspiracy. This kind of over-ideal plan cannot be solved with a few simple words and a little provocation.

However, Fuer was different. His miracle provided him with the possibility of making this happen.

To put it simply, his words are more contagious and can convey emotions better than ordinary people.

Calling it a miracle may be a bit of an exaggeration. After all, this thing is far from distorting the world. At most, it's just a little bit of Fuer's special ability.

Of course it doesn't sound strong at all, nor is it a heaven-defying ability, but this ability...

He is cool!

What's more fun than talking trash while pushing your enemy to the ground and rubbing them, but they still can't beat you!

And even if it's someone you can't beat, at least you haven't lost in a verbal battle~

win!

As for the researcher who is being trash-talked right now, he is someone connected to the resurrected [Gaia].

A man named Barry Owens has truly experienced what it means to feel as uncomfortable as eating shit.

You can't beat your mother in close combat, but she can run faster than a rabbit in long-distance combat. From time to time, she will use some high-power weapons from the expedition team to blow herself up into disgrace. And he was a guy who kept yelling in his ears.

Don't talk about him, you won't be able to hold back even when Buddha comes, okay?

"No way, no way! Did you get such a little power from the gods? Let's talk about it, I feel, it's not as good as the Doomsday Missionary Society."

"That's it? That's it? How can your attack be so weak? Forget it, I expect how much damage a waste can do. How about I lend you some weapons? I think this toy knife made by Atlas Academy is good. , which suits you quite well.”

"Poor fish~Poor fish~ No, it's a bit too weird to scold me like this. In short, how dare you, a weakling like you, fight me! Oyster oil?!!!"

Just like this, relying on its own endurance, it launched physical and verbal double attacks around Owens. While consuming Owens's physical strength, it instilled negative emotions like a fly and used words to kill his mind. .

Then, at the moment when the opponent's mind and physical strength were exhausted, and his flaws were revealed——

Slash!

Using the skills taught to him by Teacher Dulain, he concentrated his power on his feet and exploded instantly. The silver battle ax turned into a ray of light from his hand, tearing apart the half-body of the enemy in front of him horizontally.

Total time, 2 seconds.

"Hey, that's all. It seems our great scientist isn't difficult to kill~"

Fu'er turned around, looked at Owens' body that had fallen to the ground, took a breath, and said.

"is it?"

The shadow of the disaster spread, covering and gathering the broken limbs. The reshaped face popped out of the black mud, looking at Fu'er expressionlessly.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, look at what you look like now, does it look like you fell into a cesspit? Oh no, you were in a cesspit to begin with. After all, you are a maggot~"

"Whatever you say—"

After reshaping his body, Owens clenched his fists and felt his replenished physical strength.

The mistake he made just now was intentional.

After all, he didn't think he could still defeat Fu'er when his physical strength was more than half exhausted, so he simply refreshed his status through resurrection.

"After all... there is a saying in your Chinese district that grasshoppers can only jump around after autumn for a few days -"

Before he finished speaking, at this moment, a large amount of disaster emerged and turned into a swamp of color, swallowing up the surroundings, but it failed to cause any damage to Ful.

I didn't even feel the impact.

However, Fu'er could feel that the surrounding atmosphere was different.

If it was just a terrifying and disastrous environment that I have long been used to, now, although the cold excitement is no longer there, there is a sense of disobedience.

A strange feeling of being pushed against the world.

Involuntarily, Fu'er's hair stood on end as he quickly retreated and distanced himself from Owens.

"Did you know? When the gods still existed, disasters and miracles were interdependent. Until Ragnarok, even if they overdrafted the future miracles of the world, they still could not make the devastating disasters Delay a little bit. Eventually, everything disappears from this world."

Owens raised his head, used his eyes that were already covered in black, looked at the talisman who was speeding away and trying to escape from this weird realm, and raised his hand.

There is light, condensed in it.

"However, there is only one god who is an exception, because He is the world, so no matter what shape it is twisted into, He can tolerate it, and even, out of his own will, use the opposition and interdependence of miracles and disasters , create those two powers. For example, now-"

Owens waved his hand gently, and the world obeyed his will, being eroded and twisted by disasters, and finally perished.

No miracles will come from such a world, because miracles and hope have been taken as a price from the beginning.

[Reproduction of Experiment Hell-1077 Completed, Special Field Expanded]

At this moment, it was like mountains falling from the sky, and the huge pressure instantly suppressed Fu'er who was still jumping back.

"Now, hell has been created, and the corresponding miracle is also in my hands. I don't know that the miracle that you are so proud of, which was born to deal with disasters, will be in the face of the same essence [ How much power can you still exert when you use the power of miracles?"

Countless rock ridges shot up into the sky, flashing with icy cold light like metal, instantly piercing the talisman, and blood spurted out, but in mid-air, it turned into transparent water, and the explosion spread out in all directions.

"It's this move of hiding like a mouse again, but unfortunately, now, this place is under my control——"

Owens turned around, and with just a move of his fingers, several anti-disaster blasting grenades thrown by Ful from the blind corner of his sight were involved in the cracks in the space.

"How does it feel, Mr. Fule, how does it feel to be in hell?"

"Generally, I feel, not as good as, the Lord of the End."

Fu Er propped up his body, wiped the sweat from his head, and panted.

"Is it difficult to breathe? Is it extremely difficult to even schedule miracles?"

Owens glanced at the dim battle ax in Ful's hand and said mockingly.

"This is hell, a world that has completely overdrawn its miracles and headed towards destruction. Indeed, as you said, what I resurrected was just the [corpse] of a god and a suture monster. So, since they are all [worlds] , is there anything more suitable for [Gaia] than a destroyed world?"

By endlessly squeezing the world, it doesn't matter even if he is destined to be punished by the Federation.

As long as [Hell] can be born, it is enough.

That's what Owens is for