Chapter 395

Convincing people is very hard.
In a way, it makes sense.
It would be strange if it were easy to turn the mind of a writer who was different from you, when everything from your birth to your upbringing was different.
This is why people who are good at persuasion are more likely to be in high social positions.
Adeshan and Marja were a great example.
Adeshan, in particular, had the ability to manipulate his opponents as if he had them in the palm of his hand, even when he wasn’t using mind control.
Not like me.
In retrospect, I think I became a father because I was persuaded by her arguments.
“I knew it. I should have known when you emphasized it was a safe day—.”
[Yelp!
I swung my sword with that thought in mind.
When we have free time, we tend to get distracted.
The knife makes contact with the knife and a metallic sound is heard.
It was a simple sword strike, but it was enough to rattle Abel.
Narrowly avoiding being decapitated, he stepped back.
[Damn, what kind of speed—!
Abel muttered.
His face was contorted ferociously in shock.Five minutes into the fight.
His body was covered in wounds, large and small.
“You’re giving up, aren’t you? You still don’t believe I killed the bald ones?”
[Shut up–what a trick, what a trick!
His breathing was ragged.
I would have done the same thing if I were injured like that.
The ground beneath our feet was soaked with blood and torn flesh.
Not a single drop came from my body.
‘I wonder. I wonder how far it can play.’
A normal person would have bled to death.
But my uncle was a disgusting monster, even in the parallel world.
Two pairs of left arms and one right arm lying in a pool of blood.
His right leg, severed from the knee up, was a testament to his regenerative powers.
It took less than 30 seconds for the amputated limb to fully recover.
Of course, it didn’t really matter if it took 10 seconds or 5 seconds.
“Cheating is bullshit. I’m as fucked up as you can believe.”
[Cheeky—I’ll cut out his tongue].
Abel gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands.
The swirl of light that surrounded him grew stronger.
Shimmering mana covered his entire body like armor.
I could see the wounds that had been inflicted on me healing.
[Must].
“Are you sure you’re being so serious about cutting out your nephew’s tongue?”
I chuckled at his serious expression.
To a stranger, it wasn’t weird to think that I was the bad guy and they were the world-saving warrior.
I actually understand the cheekiness of it.
For he was the last of the original world to repent.
“Why can’t I solve problems with words.
I realized once again that I have no talent for persuasion.
Look at the little shit that won’t listen, even though you’re showing it with your actions, not your words.
“You’re a big girl, and this gap is enough to make me cringe.”
It seemed I was destined to be a bastard after all.
Lin, soaked in blood, was spewing foreboding.
Abel, ready to go, pounced.
[Ha!
“That’s great.”
It’s awe-inspiring.
It’s like your father’s sword, but much more wild and unruly.
The white glow now enveloped not only the hilt of the sword, but also the hilt, and it flashed.
The sword’s three-meter-long blade of light looked like it could cut through anything in the world.
Explosive power like no other swordsman I know.
This was probably Abel’s highest power without absorbing the source.
“I’ll be sure to convince you.”
I stopped thinking about it.
I spun the hilt around once, grabbed it, and slammed it into the ground.
Everything slows down except me.
The clouds freeze, and the wave that was about to swallow the reef stops with its gills open.
My surroundings blur, and then Abel’s fierce face appears in front of me.
[ah ah ah ah ah ah ah—]
In a slower world, voices are slower.
He hasn’t noticed me yet.
I lightly stepped out of attack range and raised my sword from the bottom up.
The tip of the knife scraped across the floor, drawing two silvery semicircles.
A red line is drawn over both of Abel’s shoulders.
【——!!!】
Abel’s eyes widened.
They seem to have realized what happened.
The fact that he recognized it so quickly was a testament to Nebula Clasier.
The knife stops, and the world finally picks up speed.
The clouds begin to flow again, and gaping waves crash over the reef.
The line carved over Abel’s shoulder widens.
I crossed with him and that was the moment I landed.
Chaaaahhh!!!
Abel’s arms shot up into the air.
[Crack!
The knife falls.
A fountain of gore drenches the sky.
It has two arms, so it has two fountains.
Abel’s blood, which he had experimented on himself, was neither red nor blue, but a purple color reminiscent of black roses.
[Oh, my God!]
Abel’s eyes widened.
The intensified flesh pierces you like a needle.
He roars, and bone and flesh begin to grow over the cuts on both arms.
It looked like the recovery would be done in 20 seconds, which was much faster than the previous playback.
“Let’s test the limits.”
Of course, I don’t intend to leave it alone.
Time slows down again.
A silver circle appears, and his body and mine intersect.
Abel’s legs and body detached from each other with a loud popping sound.
Scoop!
A limbless body lay sprawled on the floor.
[KKK!
The arm stopped playing.
This time it seemed to take some hits.
It became irresistible, but my persuasion wasn’t over yet.
He stomped on his chest with his right foot and Abel coughed up blood.
I held the hilt of my sword to his throat and opened my mouth.
“Let me know if you want to cooperate.”
[How dare you—gulp.
Abel was speechless.
My sword had sliced through his tongue and uvula at the same time.
I then proceeded to stroke his body as I pleased.
From head to upper thighs, without covering the forehead or lower back.
[stop–stop–stop–grrr!
“This is kind of fun. It’s like pruning.”
It was a labor of love.
Abel said something every time his tongue played, but I didn’t listen to a word.
That wasn’t enough to discourage me.
“Oh, right. What did you say to your sister earlier?”
[Kick! Kick! Kick! Kick!].
“How are your kids doing, you fucking asshole, is that all you have to say?”
The persuasive adverbial adjective Navarrozé also took its revenge.
Even thinking about it made me angry.
If this bastard wasn’t the only thing I needed to grab my bald head, I’d have hit him in the neck first.
“Okay, that’s great, we have a lot of time. Let’s see how we finish.”
[Okay, wait–ahem].
“I’m pretty character-dead, too, considering I put up with that shit.”
[Khaaaaahhhh!
The lens splashed out of the cracked eyeball.
Under the lush greenery, persuasion ensued.
After all, it’s futuristic, it’s Nabal, and it’s classic.
Suddenly, the words of Rodolan’s Karaka interrogator flashed through my mind.
I said I might have a talent for being an interrogator, and I think I know what I mean.
“Huh?”
Maybe ten minutes passed like that.
Abel, who had been struggling, suddenly went quiet.
“What. Are you fucked?”
【——.】
I nudged him with my foot and he didn’t move.
Wounds on his limbs and body were also not regenerating.
It’s just barely hanging on for dear life.
Apparently, even potions made from the blood of giants have their limits.
“Aha, you must be tired.”
I wasn’t surprised, as this was expected.
As long as we didn’t die, we could have as much fun as we wanted.
I cut myself lightly on my forearm.
The blood that flowed out went into Abel’s mouth.
After a few seconds, his wound began to heal again.
[Hello, this is—?
Soon, Abel woke up.
I could see that his complexion was worse than it was before I began my persuasion.
I waved to him as I sat on his chest arm, burning out a cigarette.
“Hi.”
[Huh!
His eyes widened to the point of bulging.
I felt like I was having a nightmare.
Abel struggled to uproot me, but the limbs that could do so had not yet regenerated.
“Okay, let’s continue.”
I stubbed out my cigarette and got up.
I felt like I’d be able to have more fun with the pitch if I was properly rested.
The road surface had already turned into a purple carpet.
It was time to draw my sword again.
[Hey, stop it! I believe you!].
Abel exclaimed in disgust.
It was a reaction that had never happened before.
“What do you believe?”
[Hmph, hmph–I’ll take your word for it that you defeated the invaders–you sure made a big enough noise].
He nodded long and hard.
My gaze remained fixed on my sword.
My persuasion must have made an impression, because he responds to the slightest movement.
“Okay. So you’re going to cooperate?”
[but] I don’t agree with that crazy plan.
I don’t know where you’re going with this, but it’s one thing to deal with invaders who have invaded here, but it’s quite another to get into their home base.
Not only will you lose your life, but you’ll lose what you get back.
“That’s my business.”
How about this, then? Surely anyone but you can strike a blow against the invaders. I’d rather use the remaining tremblers to draw attention to ourselves, and you and I can capture the source of the invader race. Kghhhh, a force that could make the universe tremble if it were split in half.
Abel laughed.
The confidence in his voice suggested that he believed he had made a stroke of genius.
That’s certainly reasonable.
“Haaaaah—.”
I flicked my bangs out of my face and sighed.
What to do with this uncle.
“Oops, you’re not awake yet.”
【——what?
“I’m not good at persuasion after all.”
[Uh, why? Stop! Don’t come any closer!].
Abel waved his hand.
Small arms had sprouted above each of his shoulders.
It was a different style of playback than what I’ve been used to, but it made my blood run cold to see him healing.
This is a good thing.
It meant we could communicate more deeply.
“Close your eyes for a second.”
I took off my coat and covered Cain’s urn.
He’s my brother, though, and it’s a bit of an embarrassing sight to keep showing.
“Let’s talk a little longer. Let’s get some blood out of you, and you’ll wake up.”
[Kaaaagh! Stop!!!]
I raised my sword above my head.
A scream once again erupted from the horns of winter.
It was a shame that I had to do this in a parallel world, but I had to do it in order to teach my ugly uncle a lesson.