This Eroge Won't Make Me Fall!

Chapter 418 410: Last Stages

Chapter 418 410: Last Stages

"Look, kid. Understand my point. Just no."

"But!"

"Complaint? Is that a complaint? Are you complaining now?"

"Not about the training! Isn't that fine?"

Eugene sighed and held his head.

We were currently having a great battle in this place. It had surely devolved into fists, and we did end up fighting seriously. But fighting with fists meant that I was pummeled to a pulp and Eugene just had a slight bruise on his chin.

It was unfair.

So I tried my best to bring this battle back to words.

"You just don't get it, do you?" I said. "It's the essence of an attack, half the strength comes from this!"

"It absolutely doesn't you idiot! I told you before, I am not training you to be a warrior or a hero, nothing that important. You just have to become the strongest. That naturally means you have to be badass."

"But!"

"No!"

"Attack names are badass damn it!"

"No, they aren't!"

We both screamed and then sat back down, sighing.

This was a useless ordeal. Even though I kept at it, this guy showed no signs of even trying to understand where I was coming from.

"Just take a look at things. Saying 'World's End Slash' has become an identity! It's in the same vein as going Kamehame—"

"Don't complete that and no. Attack names are cringe. Just imagine this."

Eugene spread his arms wide and began.

"There's a scary guy in the way, everything is being destroyed. It calls out the name of every attack it has and everyone in a chokehold and then BAM!"

He slapped the ground.

"You suddenly pop up, grin, and fix your sunglasses. The scary guy goes 'Who are you!'"

The effort he put into mimicking the scary guy's voice was praiseworthy.

"And then you say 'I don't like to talk to corpses.'"

"'Where is the corpse?'"

Eugene flicked his hair and pointed ahead.

"'You are,' and then boom! Scary Guy is already dead!"

My fingers curled inward. I grabbed my shoulders and twisted in pain.

What in the world was that? It was cringe beyond words. This old man had lost his mind by staying in this place alone!

"Who are you calling old? My physical body is barely 28 years old!"

"Old! Old man!"

"Well, you've been here with me for seven hundred years now! You're the old man!"

"Shut up, boomer."

"Do you see flaws in the logic though?"

I actually didn't! It was just as badass to level the field without a word or a sweat, but I was still longing for more.

"Alright, let's do this," I said. "How about I just name the authority release and nothing else? Like Gear Fit—"

"Don't completely that and ok. I think that is alright?"

"Right?"

"Stage 0 to stage 10, it sounds good to me."

"Gate would have been cooler but Kaiser stole that one from me too." Damn it, Kai. I thought we were friends. What kind of friend stole all the good names?

"Ok, but if you ever name your attack, I will somehow come back to the real world and kick your ass, get it?"

I nodded.

No naming attacks. Fine. I would just not say the name out loud now. Haha, I win, Eugy. I win.

"Alright, let's get back to it. And also can you stop running every time we have a discussion?"

"1 Million laps."

"How many down are you even?"

"Fifty thousand."

Eugene shrugged. I only ran when he slept, so it was very good progress for the last five hundred years after I had entered Cataclysm. But that was still far lesser than a million. Why did this fuck have to put on such a goal at me in the first place?

No, I hated the fact that I didn't have to achieve it more. Even by a millisecond, I was going to take all the speed I would need to run and exhaust myself.

Eugene jumped away and I stretched my hands out.

"Bring it, kid."

I took in a sharp breath.

My entire body was the core.

I didn't hold Cataclysm. I was it.

My eyes shot open and energy swelled out of my body. Wisps of a malevolent black wafted around me in smoke as I spread my palm wide.

—BOOOOOM!

A beam of pure cataclysm went shooting out of my hand.

Eugene's eyes widened largely. He covered his body with his hands and filled his guard with his own Cataclysm.

The two forms of energy clashed, but there was a stark difference.

My cataclysm was so violent, so turbulent, so malicious, that it completely swallowed up Eugene's defenses.

His eyes widened as he was struck by the attack.

And he flew away.

I closed my eyes and tried to sense where he was at. Taking up the entire place under my senses was tough, but I could make out things in a line across from here.

My senses spread through the place, and after a few minutes passed, I finally located him. Exactly on the other end by diameter.

If I had to run to him, it would take me three days.

But I didn't have to do that. By the time I blinked, Eugene was already in front of me again.

His hands were slightly, just ever so slightly tinged with a burn.

With a resolute look on his face, he turned to me and suddenly smiled.

I stepped back. He was going to beat me, wasn't he?

"That much on Stage Zero, huh?"

Stage Zero was the initial state where I opened up exactly five percent of my strength.  It was the phase in which I was planning to take on most of my enemies.

"Not bad, kid. Not bad at all."

I had a strange feeling.

"Now that you've learned how to fight and use your energy well again. Let's take the training to its last stages."

"Already?"

Eugene smirked. "What already? You've been at it for seven hundred years. Anyway. You're going to fight Invasion Navy."

"I am going to what?"

"Invasion Navy. Finish it off."

Well…