29-Years-Old Bachelor Was… Brought to a Different World to Live Freely

What happened after that? The brave man lived happily ever after with many daughters and daughters, okay, honey? Huh? I don't think it's ever been very child-friendly. Just stop ending up like a fairy tale at the end of the day? It doesn't bother me.

Then let's hear the opposite, what do you care? Oh, the brave kids. I was born safe. That's obvious because there was the magic of recovery for midwives, elixirs, and braves sent by the great powers. The brave man only goes right and left during childbirth, and the brave man who keeps even the royal nobility quiet instead of the crying child tells us that his liver is cold all the time.

I hear the kids grew up to be great leaders in support of the next Federation of Brave Demons, and alchemists for good warriors, wizards, and hunters.

Anything else? Oh, did you really become a god? Now, is there a man who worships the brave man of the example as God? Yes, that's the answer. However, they don't have a body in the tomb of a brave man or in the tomb of his daughters. Oh, it's true. There was an academic investigation in there some decades ago, so that's a definite story. According to one theory, by overcoming God's trials, he became friends with a certain God and had a relationship to put out or be put out. Outreach, even eternal life could be gaining and wandering around there. Huh? Nasty? You're just conscientious not to say it directly.

How many daughters-in-law did the brave eventually have? I don't know about that one, right? That's a lot!

Huh? Don't delude me? I don't know what else to do...... er, the first ten of you to marry me, right? Two more elves afterwards, and another if you let in the god I just said. So, then one ghost tribe and one elf in the Great Tree Sea, one maid of Princess Carunella, one Lamia and one Harpi in the Great Forest, among the daughters who helped from the evil nobles before they aroused the country, one daughter of the Night Devil tribe, and one daughter of the Dwarf in the Mount Bus, uh, paired... twenty perfect! Human scum? No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no Too many twenties for that? Yeah, I think so, too.

There's more...

"Tysi! I'm leaving. Yo!

Okay, that's it. Hmm? Same name as brave?

Ha, it's not unusual to have a name like this now, is it? Now, Pete, this is the name of the ancestors of the United States of Clover who rule all of the continent, isn't it?

In the woods spreading near a certain city. There were ruins in a vast corner of the forest, called the Great Forest to taste and now the Autonomous Region of Forestin.

It is the site of an ancient magical civilization called 'Ruins Without Return', in which no one returns what is inside.

At the deepest end of such a ruin, in what the ancients of ancient magic civilization called the control room, one man operated a terminal that emitted a blurry light.

Almost there. Almost there.

Work will proceed while running the independently braided cryptographic formula to the console and smoothly disabling the countermaneuvers of ancient magical civilizations trying to interfere with the analysis.

The most powerful weapon that burned down ancient magic civilization, the most powerful and worst weapon that fires the power of the fallen Old God as a shell! That power is already under my control.

With this power, I can get back at these Academy guys who made fun of me. That guy, that guy, that guy can look back. Come on...... come on! Come on, come on!

Did the prayer go through, finally the cryptographic decoding ceremony reveals the password needed to start the ancient magic furnace. All you have to do is enter this password and the ancient magic furnace will completely reboot. It is the wisdom of the old world, the pseudo-divine furnace, that seals the old God in the flesh's body and sucks out its power inexhaustibly, that breathes back.

Enter your password with your fingers trembling with excitement and check again and again for mistakes. And that was when I finally tried to tap the confirmation key.

Boom!

White chronomics walls, known as indestructible materials, are pulverized with ear-splitting explosions, and fragments splash indoors. Such an idiot, impossible.

"If you stick one foot in God, you can't live freely."

It was a dark-haired man who seemed to be everywhere who had stepped into the control room saying that in a careless voice. He is a man dressed in miserable leather armor and carrying a splendid sword made of white material - probably chronomics. Ten, eighty-nine, you must be like an adventurer. No matter how many Chronomic-made demon swords you carry, you are not the kind of adventurer I fear with humanity's highest intelligence.

But the atmosphere of a man - it also feels like a hegemony - makes me feel bad.

"Hey, what are you saying? Who are you!?

I was so grumpy about it, but when I got me back, I immediately pulled my weapon out of my hip holster and pointed it at the man. This weapon is a powerful magic gun used in ancient magic civilization. With a high performance item that is incomparable with the Magic Gun made in the world today, the Magic Bullet fired from this guy can disable the subject even if it just plunders. Wood-end adventurers and others are not afraid enough.

"You wouldn't know if I told you, and even if I did, I don't think you'd believe me. Anyway..."

Again, that hegemony. My body twitches and my knees tremble. I can desperately stand on my knees.

I don't like it, I'm almost there. Almost infinite power in this hand......!

"Hey, that's it."

This is a certain Adventurer Alliance liquor store. The adventurers are talking rumors as they lick cheap liquor.

"The ruins of not returning further, hey. I can't believe you didn't see it. The ruins are sturdy anyway, right?

"I don't even know who I am. But I've actually seen it with these eyes. Beautiful, refreshing, with no trace."

Talking about it, there are new adventurer guild doors diving. The dark-haired man, the dark-haired woman, the sisterly sisterly sisterly sisterly sisterly sisterly sisterly sisterly sisterly sisterly sisterly sisterly sisterly sisterly sisterly sisterly, and the dark-haired long-haired women, all three of whom are so beautiful that they can hardly see.

Without a piercing gaze, the four of them turned their feet to the bulletin board on which the request was stuck.

"It's been a long time out, and I like how exciting it sounds!

"It's a corner, so what about cleaning up a salting request that hasn't been resolved for a while?

"If you don't take that kind of request right behind you, you'll be in trouble."

"Well, that's fine. It fits the purpose of being excited. Uh, I think we need to buy some souvenirs for everyone."

That said, the man strips a single request form off the bulletin board and takes it to the counter.

"Chip, you harlem bastards"

"What, secluded? It's going to be pretty good, and don't get involved."

"I wouldn't do that. I pray in my heart to perish...... but salting request? You ever hear of that? Rumors of disappearing salting requests"

"That's right. But that's it, you're talking about just being taken down anyway, right?

"No, that's what I heard the other day when I swallowed with the Alliance staff, that it was actually accomplished. But there's no record of who accomplished it, and he doesn't seem to remember who accomplished it, neither the officials who accepted the quest order, nor even the client who issued the request. It's a classic suspicion among officials."

"That's a hell of a story. Are you okay, Adventurer Guild?"

The lack of proper management of such information is a major problem. Normally, it sounds like a big fuss.

"I hear that's not going to be a problem for some reason... So why are we talking about this?

"Ah...? Anything is good, right? Hey, Yale, it's your turn!

The daughter of the servant replies to the adventurer's order and Yale is transported. When I looked at the entrance and exit of the Fu Adventurer Guild, I saw a brunette man taking the women outside.

"Shit, that's good, that's the guy. I don't think I have any problems with money, women or power, and I feel free."

"Right."

Ki, and make a noise and the swing door shakes, and a pair of men and women come in. He is a brown-haired boy with a broad sword of ordinary swords and splendid claws on his hips and a brilliant haired girl like silver thread.

"Standout's coming in."

"The sword is splendid... but the Goltz bastard went to tangle quickly"

"Two big copper coins for those Goltz assholes getting busted"

"Then I'm two for that kid who can get bummed. Nevertheless, I'm sorry to hear that lady get something done to the Goltz bastard, so I'll be ready to stop her."

"Heck, people like you."

The two adventurers only pay attention to the movements of the big third-rate adventurers and the boys with the figures. By then, there was not one more person who cared about the brunette with the three beautiful women.