A NEET’s Guide to the Parallel World: Healer, the Strongest Cheat?

"You think it's over?

Suddenly, the end of the game was said.

"Bye. This game dared to take the form of a match, but it's not actually a match. Would we have talked about that?

"You said that, didn't you? But is this what you want me to do? I'm not even magic yet, am I? If you let me do it, I can make it more interesting."

"It's not enough to destroy the guardian kingdom. By my authority, this match is over!

Oswald won't change his opinion.

Yes, it's written on my face.

You think I'm gonna kill Saab?

Assuming that's the case, that's hilarious.

For these guys, the students are nothing more than offerings to direct to the investors,

- So to speak, it's livestock...

Don't kill it?

"With that said, you had another game..."

"Is that good enough? We all know that the Lord is strong."

"Stop stirring me up. Do you want to be killed?

Saab will be relieved that this guy is here now.

But this one is the most dangerous.

How many sins are hidden beneath this justice?

Saab stares at me, and Oswald stares at me too.

You mean I'm the bad guy...

But that's fine.

I don't care what they think only of these guys.

"I'll leave you with this. The seats are getting noisy."

Then Oswald walked over to Saab.

"I have nothing to be ashamed of. It's like the Lord won."

Do you care about Saab, or do you care about me?

"Crap......"

I push my anger to death and leave the venue.

At that time, I didn't hear the first cheer I wasn't supposed to hear anymore.

What I heard instead was disgust from the audience.

I can see them swelling up.

When I left the venue, for a moment, I saw Toa's face.

I tried not to look, but I accidentally looked for it.

Why, I wonder what you looked for?

But when I had eyes, I didn't know what they meant, but I felt a little pain in my chest.

I don't know if Toa was looking at me.

Maybe I just thought I had eyes on one side.

So this emotion is a one-sided thing...

Is the pain my fault...

Why did you think I was in pain in the first place?

My heat won't cool down if I walk down this path with a chilling cool breeze.

Being in the dark was at least the salvation.

"Shit!"

A slap on the wall doesn't change anything.

Irritating......

Not to Oswald.

So, what the hell are you angry about?

No, this is not that easy.

It's not instantaneous.

It's not temporary.

Depression and loneliness. And when you look up at the sky, it's always gray there.

I can't see the view I should have seen one day.

cause that produced them.

Anger at it.

"I could kill... I could kill. I could have killed him..."

Yes... I could kill him.

I could have killed him, but I didn't.

I know... you can't kill me.

I can't right now. We just have to wait for the time.

Besides, I'm not alone anymore.

Toa, Nem, Suphilia... they all do.

They've been following me like this.

You mustn't imitate betrayal here.

Only betraying, I can't.

"I don't need to rush... I have power. I already... have it all. There's no rush."

Yeah, there's no rush.

It's all on my palm, it's what's happening.

"Ha..."

But I couldn't keep my sigh down.

"I wanted to kill you..."

Emotions can be contained.

What matters is will.

We need to be ready to exchange everything.

I should have sworn that then...

Line up a number of words in your heart.

That's how I reason, and now I tell myself I can't.

Otherwise, right now, but I'm going to kill him.

"Think... my will..."

Don't doubt the abyss...

▽

- Pass in front of a waiting room reserved for athletes and exit into the general aisle.

Is it because there will be additional matches going on?

I couldn't hear a single sound, and it was quiet back there.

It's like having a crowd is okay, but there's no sign of people there.

Even if it's a general corridor, it's a back road facing the open air.

There are originally few people on the street.

Is it because, in front of you, a little garden was spread out and built directly above the meadow?

The grass was growing.

When you cross the fence of 'No entry except for those involved', the aisle continues straight towards the right. The left is a dead end.

And at the end of the aisle there are evenly several bends, each leading to the entrance room and the guest seats.

The political sect looked at the sun depressingly.

And when I walked for a while and came to the right place where I could calm down, I took my mask for some reason and looked up at the sky.

Even though it doesn't feel worn, I guess it still feels quite uncomfortable when it's worn.

He took a deep breath and seemed to calm his mind.

(I'm the only one here right now. That made me strangely relieved)

The political sect deliberately opened its eyes wide like a dark, sunken expression and a dead fish.

By doing so, I wanted to change my mood.

"Ha... don't get tired..."

(Even if the level rises, the spirit alone can't help it. Somehow, but I'm a little tired. Maybe I was a little overpowered, but I need faith to get through it, and if my heart is about to break, I need something to reinforce it)

It can't be perfect.

So repeat the trial and error and aim for the best you can do.

For the political sect, that was this game.

Even if I can't kill you, there's something I can do.

Break Saab's pride.

socially annihilate.

But...

"hahahaha......"

Maybe I'm the one who's been socially wiped out.

Weak minds.

The political sect was now weak.

When he left the venue, it was disgust that the political ministry felt from around him.

But I can't help it.

(Everyone doesn't know what kind of guy Saab is... I'm the only one who knows. Only I was abused by him. It has nothing to do with the others. So I don't know. So just me unilaterally...)

The political sect knew.

But understanding is sometimes unnecessary.

Maybe people are happier if they can't read their emotions or something.

(I know. I know... I just don't know. If you knew, everyone would understand. But I'm not looking for understanding. Even if you understand, others are others. people can't really tell)

Understanders do not exist.

Only I can understand myself.

Others can only fantasize about the mood of others.

The delusion is also structured along what is convenient to me.

I am not one to understand the other.

(to satisfy the desire to understand. That's why I don't ask. Because I know)

No matter how many words you line up, no matter how much reason you line up, you'll never be distracted.

It's not like the sky brings back color.

But he couldn't help but think.

Because that's how I've lived.

Philosophy was salvation.

(Because if I followed there, in any way, I felt like I could justify myself)

But now, the political ministry stopped thinking.

Stop thinking, lose your mind, and just breathe repeatedly.

Then all of a sudden, I begin to have doubts about my being in different worlds without knowing the details.

"Why... are you in a different world? Why... I'm here..."

The political sect was weak.

……

Then there was a noise beside him.

"Lying...... right? ……

The next thing I heard was a voice.

At that point, the political ministry realizes that the first thing it heard was shoe noise.

The political ministry opens its eyes reflexively and shifts its gaze toward its voice.

And I saw the Lord of his voice.

――――

The first thing the political sect felt was disappointment in himself, who became alarmed.

Regret as to why I removed my mask.

And after those emotions, I bumped into the question of how to clean up this situation.

"Hitachi...... is it? You... you're alive? ……

(Why... these guys are here)

The pulse of the political sect quickened.

(I was distracted. Magic would have felt it. There must have been signs......)

But I was alarmed.

I was completely distracted.

The ministry was switching it off.

Not so long ago, he was weak.

That's why I needed to switch.

That's why... I didn't notice.

"And... that outfit..."

"The red clothes are sure..."

"Nito?......"

Three showed up there.

The three of them were so surprised that the words were interrupted.

And like the political sect, there was no understanding of the status quo.

――――

(The identity was... scattered. I've lost my identity. That I was alive. This is... this is my hema, and I can tell you what I've been hiding)

The political sect was confused.

I'm already full of it in my head, and I'm not catching up on my processing of information.

(I can beat them. You can beat them like this)

In my head, that was all I had.

……

(No... it doesn't. It won't. No. I can't end up like this)

"Long time no see. Everybody... and then..."

The political ministry smiled nicely and gazed at the three faces.

(It's coming)

"Hitachi, you, you're alive, aren't you?

Surprised at the reunion, somewhere lit up, and for some reason a boy laughs bitterly.

My life...

"Actually, I wanted to apologize to you..." Goodbye... "

That's when the boy tried to say something.

But the political sect was blocked.

No, the political sect hasn't realized it's blocked.

I didn't hear what they said.

(- I won't end it)

"[Irrational Robbery (Riddick Lost)]!"

(unintentional)

The political sect exercised magic on the three of them for nothing.

The three only found out that the political sect had spoken of something.

But I haven't noticed.

We have no idea what we've been doing right now.

(... I don't have a choice)

Because this is the choice of the political sect.

"Hitachi?... what the... this? Gaha!"

Spit blood.

"Gohoo!"

Spit blood.

"Buha!"

Spit blood.

(And three hearts in my right hand. it's still warm and pulsating)

"Ugh... goha!

That's when the three of them noticed.

Three organs that move into small pieces, which look like a cup of the palm of a political sect.

The three gradually understood that it was an organ.

"Sorry Koizumi, I didn't mean to kill you this way. I was going to make you guys suffer. Yet..."

Akira Koizumi, Takeshi Orange, and Teppei Tado.

It was these three people who saw Nito's face.

"You're just not doing well in the world. If I could use the magic of oblivion too, maybe this wouldn't have happened... I would have learned that then..."

'At that time'... when does this mean, and what did the political ministry learn then?

That is only known to the political sect.

Then Koizumi collapsed from his leg.

And the ministry saw three men kneeling there, each of them.

"Orange? Same thing, huh? I didn't know you were still fat after coming to this world... and Tadoko, you're still galloping, too, right? I guess he didn't learn magic so enthusiastically because he wasn't in a school match."

"Hitachi... we..."

Koizumi seemed to be trying to convey something with a pale expression.

"I can see how hard you guys didn't struggle so that's what you get. What do you think happened to me after that? Hmm?"

What's so fun about political sects?

I was just laughing and talking.

"When I realized it was in a dungeon wrapped in darkness. I wandered around the walls, feeling nauseated from despair and grief, but managed to live. Trying to get Mimic to decide my arm! Trying to get my belly amputated! I am!... not frightened, not stopping, I moved on...... hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! You know why? Koizumi?"

Emotional instability.

Shout out loud, whisper small, or suddenly laugh.

The state of the political sect was clearly unusual.

"Gaha!... Hitachi, I... tell you..." To kill you... "

That's when the fields fell and stopped moving as they were.

"Hmm? What?... ah... oh my god, he's dead."

The first one to die was in the fields.

However, the response of the political ministry was very light.

The political sect speaks to Koizumi, who is dying, sidelined by the body of the field.

"The fields are dead, apparently?

A political sect that stares at you like you're not living in a state of vivacity.

It was as if I hadn't felt death.

Koizumi no longer had the strength to care for his friends.

Next to it, the orange is breathing roughly and repeatedly, whistling his throat like a whistle.

"Koizumi? I crawled up from that dark place just to kill you guys, for that matter. I only lived for it. That's all I thought about then. That's why they lived. That's why! I've ever been able to live!

"Hitachi... Listen, give me..."

"Do you understand? Koizumi? You too, that stupid old man! With kings and allies! We're going to the same place, aren't we?

"Gofa!... Hitachi, no way... you... get Ariez"

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

The political sect imitated Koizumi's words to tear them up, and laughed madly.

"Ha-ha-ha! That's right! I'm the one who killed him! Step on your head and crush it! And to show you, I blew every castle away! Magic is amazing, right?! As long as you have the will, it's all what you want, huh?! What do you say, Koizumi? My magic! I looked down on you guys as incompetent! How about healer magic!

That's when Orange took his breath away without saying anything.

He didn't even have the power to talk anymore.

But the ministry will not react to his death any more.

I never even looked sideways.

"Hey Koizumi?! Can you do it?! Can you do the same thing to me?! You can do it, right?! 'Cause you guys are capable?! You're a brave man, aren't you? Ahhhhhhhhh!"

"Wu... Teppei..."

Koizumi looks at the remains of the two lying people.

There was sadness and sorrow there.

And there are zero tears from Koizumi's eyes.

The moment I saw the tears, the eyes of the political ministry turned to something cold, like dead fish again.

"Huh? What? Why are you crying?

……

"It's this way to cry!

The political sect skipped the anger.

"You make fun of me, you make fun of me every day... you scorn me, you even make fun of me for killing myself... and you abandoned me. I don't care. It's been gone for some time now, like the sadness and anger you guys had for abandoning me. I don't feel anything anymore. My spirit doesn't grow when I get to the level, but it means I've grown too. Now for now... for now? I want you guys to disappear from this world, okay? This is my world."

"Goho!...... kaha!

"Heh... dull. Better endure than Uncle Sabu, eh? He wasn't even as talkative, was he? With that said, you guys would've seen it, too, wouldn't you? That guy's! You look incompetent?!

Then the political ministry kicked Koizumi, who fell in, against the wall.

"Gohoo!..."

"I said I pulled out my heart... hahahahahaha! Is this what you call a favor? Ha-ha-ha! If so, is that funny? If it's a favor to have your heart pulled out, but you can live for a while, can't you laugh? 'Cause you're talking about when you're gonna use it, right? Ha-ha-ha!"

Koizumi, who crashed against the wall and fell to the ground, was still not dead.

"Gohoo! Gohoo! Kaha!........."

"How long has it been? Fat and Gali are already dead... you know what I mean? You're not gonna help anymore, are you? Your life ends here. It's the punishment for torturing me, I have a right to judge you. So why don't you just die quick? I still have a game after this. Besides, I want it to end before someone comes along. You want me to die soon?

Koizumi didn't have the energy to talk anymore.

Blood-swet mouth and pale face.

Koizumi stared into the eyes of the political ministry.

"Sun... high..."

"Damn... can you still talk?"

The political sect was as easy as that.

Koizumi was trying to convey something to the political ministry.

But the political sect doesn't realize it.

Then the political ministry wrapped its mask around it, and took out the 'axe of the executor'.

"It's a great weapon to kill you guys, isn't it?" Executor's Axe, "you say, this? Doesn't that sound like it's there to kill you guys? Ha-ha-ha!"

And the political sect shook up his axe.

"I understand it was too soon to kill. I don't mean it, but I just have to kill more than I've been seen."

"Hitachi... get everyone..."

"Stop talking, scum..."

The political sect opened his eyes and turned an angry eye.

And...

- The political sect waved its axe down.

What was Koizumi trying to tell you?

Get everyone...... 'please'? "Don't kill"?

There are a few possibilities out there when you think about them, but now you don't know the answer to them either.

But Koizumi was apologizing. I tried many times to apologize.

But the ministry blocked the word.

It was unconscious.

No way. I don't even anticipate a political sect, such as that Koizumi was going to apologize to himself.

That's why I didn't hesitate. That's not why.

Koizumi was full of sorry for the two lying around.

I thought I had a responsibility to get involved.

Koizumi, who was abusing the political sect by himself taking the lead and inciting the two.

I was the one who was always hitting on the two of them, and the two of them came about me like that.

It was you who made the decision. Koizumi knew that.

Of course, I'm the one who chose to follow Koizumi, orange, farm.

Koizumi isn't the only one at fault.

It's just that Koizumi had those thoughts, as we all had our own thoughts.

But that has nothing to do with politics.

The shaken axe devoured into Koizumi's scalp, crushing his skull, and spilling blood, flesh, and brain.

Blood tides splashing on the surrounding walls, the ground, or the weeds.

The flesh pieces mix with the brain, and we no longer know which one of them is falling there.

"Shit! That's a baby..."

There were plainly corpses and flesh pieces, and the appearance of a political sect staring at the whole place with blood.

(You can leave it like this, but when they find out that's it, it's going to be a little commotion. If you erase the body, wouldn't you delude it by saying it's missing? Besides, they don't think I'm involved now. Even if they think about it, erasing the body won't even make it a case...... yes! There was no such thing as a case! That's it!

"[Erosion Wave" Disparaise Aura "]!

Then the political sect used erosion and began to clean the bodies of the three men.

"[Destroy (Delhito)]!"

The blood breaks down into molecular levels and disappears.

It then magnifies the erosion fluctuations and cleans all splattered flesh pieces and bones and blood.

Activate skill 'Wash' and wash your surroundings and yourself.

Wash the robe and the blood splashed on the mask.

Then there was a passage without any change of philosophy until Koizumi and the others appeared.

Because I used the cleaning, it is more beautiful than just now.

"Back to normal... everything..."

Then the political ministry sighed as relieved, and for a while, stopped there.

I didn't look around, I didn't talk to myself as usual, I didn't make it slight, I just stopped staring at a point where Koizumi was lying until earlier.

Then suddenly, once again, things get worse.

"Ha! You messed around here, civilians! Dad, it's him! This guy has embarrassed me!

"I see, is this the guy? Then leave it to me, Richard."

That's where I showed up before, when I tried to dictate Toa at the dinner party, the Dynes family boy. Not yet.

Name is Richard Dynes.

Next to it is apparently the father.

I mean, this is the Duke.

And around it, there were six ninja-like men with short knives in their hands and their faces completely hidden with black cloth.

"Now, don't worry about me... get lost"

The political sect remained staring at a point.

They say they're pointing blades at you, but they don't even look at you.

"I see, I haven't even gotten a mouthful. This required considerable education. A sin that fooled us while we were civilians! You want me to make amends here?

"Didn't you hear that?... I said get lost."

Like a solitary, political sect talking to Boso.

Again, the political sect is not even forthcoming.

The Duke of Dynes then gives instructions without hesitation.

"You guys, I'll take care of the rest"

At the same time as that voice, the six surrounding the political sect.

I don't see the look on your face.

Just two short knives of each reflect and glow in the light.

I look forward to seeing that now or now, Dines boy.

"Come on, Richard! Enjoy!"

And six people in black jumped to Masamune at the same time.

But it was then.

――――

For a moment, something red and black popped out of the body of the political sect, which turned the six into a blood tide at the same time.

"To? …"

Richard and his father were unable to sort out what had happened in time and were stiffened with their mouths open.

That was a momentary thing to do.

There are no more flesh pieces or anything like that there.

It's just a blood splash on one side of the wall or floor.

Only around it is the bright red stained fierce sight.

Parents and children who gradually understand the situation and begin to tremble.

However... I still don't even look forward to it.

After a while, the political ministry slowly, one step at a time, moved its feet and approached its parents and children.

However, it looks more like you're just moving your legs than moving closer.

I'm just saying it's supposed to get closer as a result.

I mean, it's like I don't see the will.

Being there was like a doll in a mask.

It looks like a puppet.

A tension that even leaks your voice.

Parents and children shut up naturally.

And if I uttered one word, I feared that I would be the next to be killed.

And the political sect walks slowly, and passes while the parents and children are standing, as if nothing had happened.

Then they lowered their shoulder strength, as they were relieved.

Then suddenly, two necks blew up.

The heads of the two parents and children disappeared without a scratch.

And a blood splash erupting from the cutting surface.

A body of a parent and child without a neck, like a little fountain, was there.

And the sound of falling you hear later.

The political sect, for some reason, went straight past without cleaning.

And the last thing I heard was the shoe sound of a political sect.

It also stopped gradually, and later what remained was a path stained with one side, bright red.

And two dead bodies with no neck, lying down.

The shining sun creates sun direction and shade, dividing the colour of blood into two colours.

A gentle breeze dancing on the meadow breaks into the building and echoes.

The sound of the wind that makes you feel cool dominates the space and creates loneliness.

But splashed blood marks on one side and two bodies without necks produced irritation, alleviating this loneliness.

There...... there was just a novel view.

A brave man summoned by the brave summons of Greyberg on this day.

Orange martial arts

Akira Koizumi

Teppei Tando

Three people lost their lives at the hands of a political ministry.