There's something wrong with my game

When Ryo Ueno arrived, he saw Shota Aizawa from last time waiting for him.

"Ah, it's finally here." The man glanced at him lazily, pointing behind him, "Then you go in."

This is the test item set for recommended students before, with some slight changes.

According to Aizawa Shouta's understanding, Ueno Ryo also has this ability.

Although it is true that they are all personalities, there are certainly advantages over no personality, but Ueno Ryo's personality... I have to say, it is so buggy that it is a foul.

"There's a little something," Ueno Ryo sighed, and was very tired after running all the way, "Thank you, teacher."

In fact, he didn't really think of Xiongying to study, why should an ordinary person work so hard.

Is it because the game is not fun or chasing fans is not happy, he still has a few big orders to finish, how happy it is to make money.

Ryo Ueno made the sound of salted fish.

"Ah," Aizawa Shouta didn't ask anything, just pushed the door open, "Go in."

Ueno Ryo took a deep breath, and entered with the mentality of death.

"Wow!"

Before I had time to take out my mobile phone, there was a gust of wind, rumbling!

The ground was smashed out of deep pits.If he hadn't reacted quickly, he might have died directly.

The attacks are so dense that there is no way to free up the hand to summon the sword!A tumble avoided another mechanism in a embarrassed posture, and he looked at the tall machine in front of him.

The cold eyes belonging to the machine stared at him, and the machine raised its huge arm again, and slammed it down——

"It's actually this kind of thing..." Seeing the situation clearly, Ryo Ueno took a slight breath.

It was the first time he saw the large-scale application of machinery in this world.Personality has always been the main setting, and it is rarely used in technology.

But ah.

But ah.

"Ahem!" He coughed out the dust in his throat in embarrassment, and the black-haired boy got up, his eyes were amazingly bright.

As a dead house, the physical strength is negative and the self-protection ability is negative. Everything is below the level of ordinary people.

Of course he is one of thousands of ordinary people, even if he has spiritual power, he can't use it at all. As an impersonator, he will be ridiculed to death!

Only in the field that he is good at and devotes himself to study - he is a god.

Under his domain, no one can surpass him.

Avoiding the opponent's attack again, Ryo Ueno felt that his physical strength could not keep up.

Monitor indoors.

"What's the matter with this student?" Midnight frowned, "Hasn't he used his personality yet?"

As a student who was guaranteed by All Might, neither Midnight nor the other teachers doubted his ability.

It's just that she didn't participate in the previous battle, and she doesn't know the personality of this black-haired student. Looking at it alone...it's not as good as an ordinary person.

"I didn't give him a chance to use it," Aizawa Shouta said flatly, "This is his flaw, and summoning takes time."

After learning about Ueno Ryo's "personality", Aizawa Shouta made corresponding arrangements.

Well...Of course it might not be very good, but Aizawa Yuta stared at the screen, "This is not the limit of his ability."

Indeed not.

Physical strength was about to fail, Ueno Ryo also took the things he had prepared from his pocket.

Out of his own interests, his research on machinery is very in-depth, and he can even do amazing things.

Gollum!

Dodging the attack again, he threw a bunch of them—round metal balls?

The silvery white ball hit the ground and quickly transformed into a square body with small limbs, before crawling towards the huge machine.

"Artificial Ant", one of Ryo Ueno's latest toys, is used to help him find littered things and comic CDs at home at any time.

But because of his personality, he designed another very interesting function for this group of small toys.

Each car-like toy climbed to the designated position, elbows, joints, and some unimaginable places.

At this time, Ryo Ueno managed to dodge again.He turned around and wiped his sweat.

"Isn't peace good?" He smiled from the bottom of his heart, and said relaxedly, "I really can't bear to fight like this."

Bang—explosion!

Dozens of small toys exploded at the designated location at the same time, and the dissolved material in the stomach flowed out, quickly decomposing on the hard shell of the machine.

The huge machine faithfully raised its arms again—this was the last movement.

It collapsed like a Lego block, and it happened to be less than one meter in front of the black-haired boy. It didn't hurt him, but it was very close.

Ryo Ueno moved his shoulders, then slowly turned on the phone and summoned the swords.

On the third day, Tsukimune was approaching, Tsurumaru Kuninaga, and Yamabuki Kunihiro.

He didn't even draw the sword all the way out.After considering the six positions, Ryo Ueno still only brought three knives.

There is no way, Honmaru still has many swords and is unwilling to protect him, and as a dead house salted fish, he can't do such a thing.

The rest of his knives can't work overtime 24 hours a day - as the boss, this is inhumane.

"Haha, you were summoned by the lord at this time?" San Riyue looked at the surrounding environment, "It really is an extremely dangerous environment."

"As a knife, even if it's an imitation, I hope the Lord can take more care of himself."

The swordsmen didn't seem to see the mechanical wreckage scattered on the ground behind them, only the disheveled judge.

The clothes on his body were covered with dust, and his face was scratched. Compared with the last time when he was bleeding and seriously injured, this time the judge was not much better.

"It's okay, I didn't have time to summon just now," Ueno Ryo patted the ashes on his hands, "I can solve this little trouble!"

Summoning the swords now is really exhausting, and he can't move anymore.

A hand with black fingertips lightly touched his cheek.

The black-haired boy was stunned for a moment, and his eyes widened in astonishment—the most beautiful sword in the world, Fusangshen, was focusing on wiping off the ashes on his face.

The crescent-like pupils looked at him intently, and San Riyue carefully wiped the face of the god judge with her hands and dark blue sleeves.

"Haha, even the lord," putting down his hands, Fu Sangshen didn't care about the dirty hem of his clothes, "It's the swordsmen's fault for being in such a mess."

Taking care of this cub is like doing it casually, San Riyue's eyes are peaceful, and her every move is extremely elegant.

Even with what Ueno Ryo originally wanted to say, he wondered if he was making a fuss...

"Then, thank you." He was not very good at accepting other people's kindness, so he could only scratch his head, "I'm sorry for staining your clothes."

"Haha, San Riyue won't mind this." The white-clothed crane wrapped his arms around his neck, "My lord, last time you also stained my battle uniform, I didn't bother with you."

"These swords... what's going on?" Midnight fell into surprise after seeing Ueno Ryo's ability.

until now.Looking at these swords that obviously exuded "unknown", they surrounded the interrogator in the middle, like beasts with their fangs closed.

"Ah... that's probably what happened," Aizawa Shouta said in a low voice, "He summoned it."

He raised his eyes lazily, and raised his spirits a little, "You see, this student's ability, personal ability."

It's really surprising that something like this can be made without relying on "personality".

"Where are we going next?" Yamabuchi cut off another machine and turned his head.

They all got the drawings drawn by Ryo Ueno.The above analysis of the weak point of this machine is clear and thorough, just aim at the place and cut it down.

It doesn't matter if the master can't do it, he pointed out the right direction, and they are his sharpest knives.

"Let me see... just go forward, the level will be changed ahead."

At this time, Ryo Ueno was being carried on the back of Mikazuki without any image.He was so tired that his legs were weak just after walking.

He originally wanted to sit and rest for a while, his swords, but he thought that the battle could be resolved quickly.

"You can't delay the master's time for dinner!" Tsurumaru smiled, "Your body can't hold it, right? The meal time in this pill is also fixed."

It seems to make sense.Not wanting to cause trouble to others, even his sword, Ueno Ryo had to abandon himself and be carried away.

——He resolutely refused to hug the princess, otherwise it would be in that position now.

There is this group of dark fallen swords with force value bugs joining, and the well-protected Ueno Ryo throws "toys" casually.

The test was not difficult at all.

Changed to Yamabukiri, who had to take off the cloak he was wearing for this, Ueno Ryo was already able to lie on the back of his sword in a good mood.

It's all boys anyway, it doesn't matter.Feeling Yamabagiri's slightly stiff body, Ryo Ueno comforted himself with peace of mind.

"It should be over after crossing the single-plank bridge in front." There was no large-scale lethal weapon anymore, and Ryo Ueno was a little bored.

Yawning, he simply closed his eyes, not bothering to look.

—and then he just fell asleep.

He didn't even know when he was recited and brought back to Honmaru by the swordsmen.

Ryo Ueno slowly opened his eyes, trying to sit up, the next moment——

"Aches, aches, aches!" The inquisitor, whose body was sore and about to explode, and whose injuries were counted as very few times, gasped.

"My lord! Are you alright?" Fu Sangshen, who was guarding the door, pushed the door open, and it was a candlestick cut.

Seeing the half-stretched posture of the black-haired judge, he walked over and carefully helped the judge up.

Unable to find anything to lean on for a while, Candlestick cut directly bent slightly, stood behind him, and used himself to share the weight of the examiner.

It's a little strange to think about leaning in a man's arms.But Ryo Ueno was in so much pain that he didn't notice it at all.

After finally recovering, he sat up with difficulty, looked at Candlestick Cut, "I may have been exercising too much, and my body is not... useful."

The dead house weeps in the wind.

"Is there any medicine in this pill? Or a doctor or something..."