lasts through it, and fights millions of times

(His rate of exhaustion should be greater.)
They had repeated this tens of thousands of times, hundreds of thousands of times, and
even millions of times.
All so that puny boy would fail just once somewhere along the line.
(I of course have the more accurate continuity of memories, but he still retains fragments
of memories. And ignoring the amount of pure information, the static of pain and fear
ensures he will break first. He is nothing more than someone who does not know his place.
The more he clings to the hope of a victory that will never come, the greater the shock
when it vanishes before his eyes. That is when he will break. He has merely walked down
the path of destruction of his own free will.)
It was a simple truth that required no real thought.
And even if it required no real thought, thinking about it would not change its truth.
And yet…
“Why won’t you break!? Have you lost sight of what you are doing after reaching the verge
of death so many times? Surely you aren’t the type of person who will proudly state he is
an idiot!!”
“Why would I break now?” In that nighttime schoolyard, Kamijou Touma insolently
answered the magic god he faced. “I just have to overcome this. You just have to break
once. That gives me hope of continuing on. I might be able to regain the place I had lost.
As long as I still have even a 1% chance, I’m not going to break!!”
“…”
This situation was beyond help and it surpassed the mercy of a god.
Just as she lightly bit the edge of her lip in irritation, half of Kamijou Touma’s body was
blown away like sherbet.
“And while going along with this, I’ve started to understand the heart of the issue. I’m not
being unilaterally defeated. As long as I can accumulate the information in my head, I can
slowly analyze the situation.”
In the next battle, that was all he could say before his torso was sliced apart.
Just to say those few sentences, he had wandered the pitch black world, traversed
seemingly infinite worlds, and experienced countless forms of pain, fear, and despair.
How could he withstand it?
These were true hells with a density great enough to drive any normal person insane
before they could overcome even one. And reaching this point did not release him from it.
After saying nothing more than that, he was smashed by Othinus and forced to repeat all
of the infinite apocalypses he had finally overcome.
There was no hope in that.
Connecting his fragments of words to form a conversation would not change anything.
- New Testament Volume 9 Chapter 8 Part 3