�It was pretty good for being hit.�However, when information is conveyed in such an expression, confusion comes from the position of receiving it.�You see with your eyes, but the recipient imagines.�Without a clear definition, you might feel a sense of fear.�

�Then how do you define it?�

�Gl, G2, G3.�It�s out of class.�Because it is impossible to specify the level of force, it is divided into levels of feeling.�Here, G usually stands for universal gravitation.�

�Um, something like gravity?�

�Anything.�It is a basic force that acts in this world.�If you want to get rid of universal gravitation, what should you do?�

Gun�s brow crumpled.

�It is impossible.�You can go against it momentarily, but as long as the world exists, you cannot get rid of it.�

�That�s him.�G1.�

�You know what it feels like?�The reason why it is defined as universal gravitation is because it is the most neutral force that the recipient can feel.�In the case of a tsunami, typhoon, lightning or volcano, individuality is given and there is room for arbitrary interpretation.�When you say it�s like a typhoon, you usually think of something fast or rough.�

Chong understood.

�But if the enemy is strong enough to remind me of G1, how do I defeat it?�

�That is not a matter for an informant to consider.�Another G1 or G2 will do it.�

Rampa opened his fingers one by one.

�G2 is twice the force of gravity, and G3 is three times.�Nothing more.�can�t even make it�because���

�Because it�s difficult to feel it, you lose objectivity.�

�okay.�Three times the limit is what normal human beings can imagine as real.�Anyway, the guy going over there is a guy called Barsago.�I don�t know about Pandemonium, but if he opens it, he might become a G2-level disaster.��Chong answered as he had learned.

�It�s none of the information communicator�s business.�

�okay.�What I�m trying to say is, why the hell is he here?�According to my information, all of the top corps commanders in the army of hell went to Tormia.�If for some reason you came back���

Rampa stopped talking.

Four lines of deep wrinkles were carved on his forehead as he pondered without even blinking his eyelids.

�Gee, Mr.�

Gun was anxious.

It was because he knew how the world situation changed when harsh words came out of his teacher�s mouth.

�Why, why are you like that?�

Rampa rested his chin.

�Should I send information now?�No, I can�t decide yet.�It could also be an error in judging the whole with a unique variable.�But if my guess is right���

He bit his molars.

�I guess I have no choice but to perform high-speed transmission while checking myself.�

Rampa stood up and said.

�Let�s go around the world for a while.�It won�t take long, so you�re in charge of this place for the time being.�Trust your instincts.� JrNovels.com