Asmophel was nervous. Recently, he had been anxious that his skills hadn’t improved. Therefore, he was worried that the tower master would tell him he didn’t have talent. He was mistaken. 

“I can see the shadow of others in your sword. Perhaps you use the sense of inferiority as nourishment. It feels like you’re trying to get rid of the clot in your heart in the right direction. I appreciate the effort, but it is wrong.” 

The strongest number two—Asmophel chose to follow in the footsteps of the number one person. Based on that experience, he recreated the power of the number one person and transcended his limits. The number one person usually meant Piaro, but sometimes it was Braham. 

Asmophel once re-created the power of Piaro and gave himself a brief advantage over Kyle during his time as a martial god follower. After being defeated by Braham, he was inspired and used magical insight to prevent terrorist attacks. 

Biban denied all of that. “You can’t be a great success through this method. Even if you try hard, there is no way you can be stronger than the person you envy and worship. Now you’ve set limits for yourself.” 

Asmophel felt like...