The strongest sage in the inferior position ~ The strongest in the world to the bottom [villager] ~

The identity of the one who can unite "Children of Numbers (Numbers)" was my replica 500 years ago when I was a [Blacksmith].

The shocking fact is, I hardened myself up - not that.

Looking back, I could calmly accept that that would be possible.

"Now you're not a replica derived from the original, are you?

"Naturally. The replica also has a lifespan. So since I broke up with you, I've made even more replicas to survive. If the replica gets older, we'll transplant the memories back into the new replica."

"Transplant memories...? I see. Is this spiritual water for that reason?"

I thought spiritual water was meant to prevent the body from aging, but it seems that's not all.

The story changes slightly, but there is a magic in [Blacksmith] called [ReVoice]. This is a grant magic that when you touch an object, you can hear the voice the operator had planted beforehand.

Its information capacity depends on the magic contained in the object.

Assuming you can use magic that can embed information like [re-voice] in spiritual water, there won't be any creation, such as imprinting the memory of one human being.

"What happened to that body?

I ask.

My gender is a man.

That hasn't changed since I was reincarnated.

But I was a little concerned about me being a girl.

"You don't seem to be using magic like [degeneration] or [transformation]. That body wouldn't even be a replica in the first place. Definitely a human body."

"We've always used replicas to keep that soul. But in [replication], there's really a limit to it."

"Oh...... I'm halfway through a cornered body function."

"That's right. What's more, the more [replication] is repeated, the more life expectancy shrinks. Sooner or later, death will come to us. Therefore, we have changed our policy."

"No way...... You guys..."

"I replaced a man's replica with a woman. And by having intercourse with other replicas, there was no confusion, and a sage child was born."

Ugh......

Interesting, but that's a tough story to be honest with.

Me and you became a woman, and you fucked me.

Even though I made survival my top priority, my head just cracks.

"It's me and me... You've often been able to produce a decent human being with that blood muscle."

"It was at first that I was frail or physically defective, but magically I don't care. They soon became stronger. If we had sex with each other in the same flesh, we would know that the child to be born is an absolute parental function."

I see.

Even if it rots, it's me...

"And I have you now"

"That's what I'm talking about"

"Then let's change the question. Why, you lead Children of Numbers. I don't know now, but it's my replica. You're supposed to hate herds?

"Can that even be said by looking at you now?

No. 0 laughs.

Oh, sure.

But at least 500 years ago, I never let people through my mind.

It should have stuck only “strength” in the stoke.

"It's a simple story. Even now, in order to maintain this body, there is a great deal of gold. That's all."

"Then you can refine the Demon Stone into something pure and sell it"

"Not bad, but if you're going to be out there in large numbers, you're just going to have a price collapse eventually. It's more than unstable, it's not appropriate. I want the Demon Stone with us."

"That's why it's a mistake to organize terrorists"

"What I made was not terrorists or anything like that. Army."

"The army?

"That would be hilarious, wise man. Without the Demons, a strong army is a treasure."

"I don't deny it. I don't even agree with you."

I turned my sharp eyes to No. 0 again.

"Can't you be in tune with my thoughts?... but this is an army for you."

"You think it's for me?

I frowned.

"You were reincarnated as a [villager]. I was surprised by the idea, but I should have learned of all kinds of discrimination there. Now even while I'm doing this, I'm just being abused by [villagers], and parents are abandoning their children"

"Oh. I know. But I took a vow to my father, Luxor. Be the strongest in the world and let me prove my usefulness as a [villager]."

"It's just you, and the vast majority of [villagers] aren't. Just because you're strong doesn't mean you're no longer discriminating."

"I know a hundred things. But the presence of me becomes the hope of [the villagers] and their families. Just because you discriminate against people in the first place, it must not trigger violence or murder"

"Hmm...... You're round, wise man. After 500 years, naturally."

Mommy snorts.

I shook my head small.

"I didn't get round to it. You've become radical. Are you really my replica in the first place?

"What?

"If you are truly a wise man, you should not rely on others. If I were truly a wise man, I would grasp it myself.... Hmm. They were way too long for me when it was 500 years. You think I'm gonna rot?"

"What do you want to say..."

"Don't you see? Then let me get this straight."

You're getting weaker, it's me.

"You!!

At that moment, there was a crack in the vitreous case.

Don't hold it for a moment, you can play the case.

Tons of spiritual water overflowed and spread to the floor of the room, wetting under my feet.

Psst.............

I can hear you play the water.

Finally, my mom had a vitreous case and she stood in front of me.

Scratch wet silver hair, indiscriminately.

Then I activated [Storage].

When I take out my cheap coat from inside, I throw it at my mom.

Mommy, who received the coat, tilted her little neck.

"What? You're sending salt to the enemy."

"Put that on. I'm not comfortable with that."

Even if it rots, it's me.

Though the child's body is getting kind of annoying.

I'm worried about nakedness, and I can't let it get in the way of battle.

Mommy laughs ticklishly.

I equipped myself to wrap my coat around my neck.

"You're a gentleman, wise man. But I can't help you. You shook off the hand I reached out to."

Mom releases her magic.

I see. It's still awesome magic.

He just says he's standing, but there's no gap whatsoever.

Probably has my late-life powers as a [blacksmith], too, in magic technology.

In other words, I'm the strongest blacksmith in the world.

My fears were crawling around with my spine.

The air feels thin.

My vision narrows and my skin tingles visibly.

Naturally, it was gross.

... Oh, when the hell is the first time?

When I met Iolada face to face?

Or when you confronted the first demon, Volfott?

Was it when we defeated the Demon King back in time?

No -.

Probably none of that.

You can say it's the first time.

Maybe I'm afraid.

I'm freaking out when I see the end of the replica in front of me.

It was undoubtedly “fear” that dominated me.

But I'm not going back.

Because...

"Hmm, you..."

Mom looked at my face and laughed invincibly.

Why are you laughing?

"Right. Am I laughing?

It feels strange.

But it can also be taken for granted.

Because this is the first time.

Fighting opponents who don't even know if they can win.

Besides, it's me at the peak.

Such an outward look would never come again.

And I imagine.

It exists beyond the obstacle in front of you - a new strength...

I have a feeling.

I'm trying to peel myself off right now.

I'll be strong.

I can be stronger.

When I felt that way, I said.

"Oh...... I'm excited."

My mouth opened naturally and I showed my teeth and laughed.