The Reincarnated Boy’s Growth Log ~The Harder I Work The Stronger I Can Become!?~

343 Listen To The Continental Clash Edition.

Well, let's do it.

I turn to Galladork for the white man standing in front of me. I will do everything in my power from the beginning to activate the Divinity and spare no effort to activate the Armory of the God of War (Ares Arms).

The white person type stands without having to look at it, but I know that it's not alarming and I don't have to, so I won't look distracted.

I build and sweep a bunch of weapons behind my back. I don't hesitate to release a weapon each of which is an artifact of considerable power, but the human form strikes it off with bare hands. Even this is powerful enough to make a big decision on the ground every time you release one.

The human form came straight at me as if it didn't feel powerful. Stick out the Garadork to the type of person who attacks at an incredible speed. The mannequin plays galadork with his left hand and releases a kick with his right leg.

Prevent it with a galadork and create a weapon over the head of the mannequin. The humanoid flies back to avoid the weapon, but I follow it and poke Galadork over and over again.

The type of person avoiding it hits me like a gap. For a sturdy body that won't freak out if you get a galadork. Physical ability to react faster than me. Strong inside... well, I'm the one who set that up.

The bright white human form that looms without being frightened of my attacks in front of me is a virtual enemy that can only be made in the pseudo-divine realm that I have made by deification.

He's the enemy I've been fighting and the kind of character I've been in in comics and Lanobe in my past life, and he's been my training opponent. Because of all the effort, my arms will stretch, I'll make a sphere in my palm and hit it, it's pretty strong. What do you care because I made it and you're going to do more than I imagined?

Would it be about an hour in time to start fighting such a personhood? When I was dealing with a white person type, I could see that someone had come into this world. So, when you turn off the human mould and look at the entrance.

"Good day, brother"

And, Nico and the grinning Phyllia were coming. Grab a towel and a drink in your hand. A sparkling colorful sphere floats around its filia.

Those are the visualized spirits. During the battle with Barron, Fielia was seriously wounded dying. I hear the Spirit King has given her strength to help with that.

For this reason, it seems that the Spirit King lost most of his power and that Firia inherited the power of the Spirit King instead. Because of this, the Spirit has become more fond of me than it used to be, and it's usually like coming together around Phyllia like it is now.

It is an invisible spirit unless it is originally a covenant, but it is visible to everyone else because of its proximity to Phyllia, who has the power of the Spirit King. It is very popular with children.

I recieve towels and drinks from Phyllia like that. Feelia smiled happily and made me a chair and desk in dirt magic, albeit brief on the spot.

"Brother, did you hear that? Astel, your sister's story. I thought you answered without hesitation."

"Hmm? Well, if your precious wife's in trouble, then it's natural, right?

When I answer without wondering, Phyllia laughs bitterly. What the fuck?

"Heh, it's nothing. More than that, what are we going to do? I heard the rules, too."

Phyllia asks as she leans her neck. From now on, when it comes to the rules, it's just a matter of deciding who will represent the continent by two months from now.

The number of members is 10. They decide how many people to fight from one game to the next. There will be multiple matches for each match. Well, there are seven continents, so I guess it won't be a total seven team win.

And the neck is these 10 members. Astel, the god of this continent, cannot participate. This is the same for other continents.

First of all, I, and my master, will come out. I don't mean to be complacent, but within this continent, I'd be top of the line. Not to mention the master.

And what to do with the remaining eight. Some of them have eye-catchers, so I'm going to go and ask them to meet me in the next two months.

The question is what to do with the wives. To be honest, my wives are definitely more powerful than everyone else around there. Alexia the All-Mighty, Phyllia the Magic Specialist, Aeris the Sword arms line me up, Chanel the Recovery Specialist to Caro with the strongest shield on defense, Ferris the Beast remembered, Huck with special training. Ekra, the dragon, and all the members inside.

Merlin, Asari and Mirua are each quite powerful. Wouldn't it be about Priscia to Krona and Helen to be less capable of fighting with my wife? Well, the three of them are very well looked after outside of combat.

I believe that my wives are getting along because these three are here for me.

I just don't want my wives to come out, although it's my casual feeling. Well, that's my selfishness. Maybe, but they're going to say they're leaving around Aeris.

"Depending on our strength, we're going out, too, aren't we, brother?

With that in mind, Phyllia stabbed me with a nail. In that case, we'll have to gather our members within a month and devote another month to special training. The Phyllias are going to really come out if they don't have the strength.

Don't be afraid to talk to Astel. I want to know about other continents and the people who live there. Astel, who is God, would know a little.

Then we get out of the training ground, the pseudo-shrine I built, and we head to the dining room where everyone waits. It's our only chance to have everyone in our family, so we'll be discussing this a little bit. Shall I say it there? Though it seems like it would revolt.