Another World Transfer in Game Character

Defend hundreds of non-combatants while annihilating fifteen enemies in just ten seconds from a semi-surrounded state.

Sister Yumil returned with a flickering wave of hands, showing off such an out-of-digit battle without incident.

"I'm home, this is what I've always been like!

He opens his legs wider than shoulder-width apart and becomes benevolent, puts his hand on his hips and puts his small chest up, turning his face diagonally about four or five degrees back to determine his doya face.

I don't know...... I'm a little frustrated, but I feel so subtle because I think that trick is cute.

But the adventurers, the teachers, and, of course, the students who should reply... were speechless in one-sided ravages like they'd never seen before.

"Shh... sooo awesome!?

The first person to scream was Ted, a relatively adaptable flirtatious kid.

The emotion transmits as if it were a wave, and the entire brigade is engulfed in cheer.

"What is that! Oh, my God, that! Yumil, you were really awesome!?

"Hey, here. I don't remember hiding my strength. I've been hiding the autocast."

"So, but you jumped over the carriage earlier, didn't you? Like a bat."

"If you're an adventurer, you can't do it."

"No, because I can't!?

Certainly there's nothing left of the adventurer's anecdote that jumps nearly ten meters in a vertical flight.

It's about realms where you can level up to the hero level and someone who has worked out can somehow reach it.

Yumil, your sister's earlier leap is gently overtaking it.

Howell was scratching his head and denying it because he even said it seemed easy.

"If you scratch your head too much, you're bald, right?

"Ugh! I think I'm gonna peel this one off under stress already!

Shooting through Wyburn with a virtual 'wooden spear' that just shredded tree branches, or running down a cliff without rope, Howell has recently witnessed actions that do not clap us either.

It's an unlikely act in general, but it's your sister Yumil who does it flatly.

I also feel like I've been involved a few times, but I don't care there.

Standing up, Pong and his hand on Howell's shoulder with a blurb and trembling, I told him sternly.

"Let me tell you, Howell... I am the weakest of the Four Heavens..."

"I know that. And you're too insane! How fast did you run now!?

"Four hours between me, Tulhan, and Pioneering Village, you can run through it, right?

"................................................... Enough"

Howell's eye light went out on her rather modest sister Yumil's claim.

The truth is, if I found out I'd be running through in an hour, what would I look like?

Four hours is Sister Cenli's standard.

The adventurers surround Yumil's sister and touch her pets all over her body trying to explore her incredible athletic abilities.

There was someone inside who was about to turn his skirt, so I slapped him on the head.

What are you doing, Sling's sister...

"No, I'm sorry. I wonder what kind of underwear you're wearing."

"That doesn't matter at all!

"Don't worry, I'm not wearing it."

"Seriously!

Host a light of joy in your eyes and slap your sister again reaching out.

"Yumil, your sister won't joke anymore!

"Sorry, sorry... because it's usually white"

"Don't you fall apart!

Me entering sermon mode with my hands up.

But the other students rushed there and got rubbed.

"Wow! Hey, I'm not surprised - hiaaah!?

Kids don't shy away at times like this. Sophie is showing her gratitude by jumping on her neck and Carne by the waist.

Finally Ted was holding him from behind and putting his hand on his chest.

"Holy shit!

I slapped a chop on the head and left it to KO.

Ted fainted with some happy expression.

This guy's been strangely tangled up with girls lately. He's a cautious person.

"I can't believe you put your hands on Sister Yumil instead of this me... you deserve to die!

"Ah, Ted, your head is crooked, isn't it?

"Oh, seriously? Was it a little too much? Well, it's Ted, so let's not go."

"That's right. Ted, it's you."

Sophie is cold on Ted, too, because I have the impression that the flirting has gone too far lately.

Girls are cynical when they say this.

"Yes, would you strip Rockwolf material or something? It's going to be a pretty good protective material, like that skin."

Yumil, your sister offered the adventurers the stripping of the rock wolf she had just defeated.

But the adventurers looked at each other and shook their heads.

"That's the guy Yumil knocked down. We can't just take it from you."

"I don't give a shit."

"I'm not going either. It's against faith."

Howell's stubborn claim was not to strip Rockwolf.

The adventurers refused to receive it when it was against their faith, because Yumil insisted on burying her early because her sister was also a pain in the ass.

In the first place, Rockwolf is difficult to apply because the meat smells and is not suitable for consumption, and the fangs and skin are not so sharp.

Leather is also as hard as scabs and lacks flexibility, making it unsuitable for leather armor.

At best, it's only useful enough to stick it on the table of shields.

We have already acquired a large quantity of Wyburn material, which only gives us revenues in the exact margin of error.

It is also understandable that it would be easier to burn it than to spend extra time on it.

For that reason, I decided to gather the bodies in one place and burn them with my magic all at once.

I can only use [Fireball] for extensive flame-based magic.

So I borrowed the Red Lotus Sword from my Yumil sister and decided to burn it down at once in [Meteocrash].

It is with respect that I have also made a bit of a crater.

Then the itinerary for a few days was able to do the itinerary almost peacefully and well.

Why 'almost', because in the meantime there were two raids of monsters and one raid of bandits.

It was all eliminated quickly and mercilessly by the hands of Howell and his adventurers and Yumil's sister, but this is a little strange.

Since security is often maintained along the streets, the number of these raids can also be described as unusual.

In the first place, a street is a lifeline placed on this continent with limited trading routes.

That's why merchants come and go often, as do adventurers who escort them.

The emergence of monsters and bandits here should be a very risky option for the attacking side.

"In the first place, the Knights came to procure food recently, didn't they? Then wouldn't you rather avoid following the streets?

"If you ask me, you're right. This frequency is certainly strange... but maybe Wyburn has changed the living area"

Perimeter surveillance by escort is now under Howell and Sister Yumil's responsibility to take turns and hit the alert.

Originally, Howell, a solo activist, and Yumil, an over-warfare sister who can do many roles by herself, are often treated as one party for two.

I don't need to monitor it the most, Yumil. It's almost impossible to get out of your sister's sensory realm...

Uncle Trakichi's golem, Moon Golem, has exited this before by means of assault from outside the perceptual range, but the hand doesn't seem to work now.

That's because your Yumil sister's intelligence value rose out of digits and its range widened significantly.

It used to be about fifty meters, but now they can follow nearly three hundred distances.

If it's so wide, you can't hit it unintentionally unless it's also Yumil's sister-like leg.

"If you're a less intelligent enemy like a monster, you know, but the burglars are moving, too, right?

"Would those people rather take the lead out of danger?

"Is that what it is?

That being said, Sister Yumil throws a wooden spear that just shredded a tree, unwrought.

The spear flew in a straight line and stopped shooting through a bird called Dudu that was hiding ahead.

It can't be this powerful in a normal tree. This is the effect of [Spears Lower].

This big black duck-like bird is a bird called Dudu, not a monster, suitable for consumption and pale but savory.

The size is also considerably larger than the chickens, so the meat recovery rate is not bad either.

However, as soon as it has adapted and evolved to shore, the escape leg is very quick, and I am also timid, so I am also vigilant.

So capturing is quite difficult, and meat is traded at a pretty high price.

It was just barbecue for Wyburn meat steaks these days, so I'm honestly glad I got these light based meats.

"Dudu bird, rush. There will be more freaks!

"You did it, Sister Yumil"

"That's a phrase that seems to fit with some kind of eclectic abuse, Aliusha..."

"Really?

Yumil, your sister knows a lot of things, so there are frequent occasions when stories lead from strange places to events where there is no clapping.

I guess this is also the word I got there with that kind of flow.

But Yumil, I don't know how I can fit your sister in the eye of a jerk... I just imagined a little bit.

"- Kufu."

"Don't laugh weird. I'm getting a little cold in my spine right now, I'm screwed, I am!

"You don't have any other reason, do you?

"I've been scared of Arusha lately. I hope it's cute."

The appearance of your Yumil sister shaking herself with her shoulders stimulates her desire for asylum and abomination at the same time.

I might have figured out just a little bit about the bully's mood.

"No, make that bird that easy...... no, forget it"

"He'd have been faster than a horse if it was just a getaway...?

"I don't know, it's just a stick of wood, that. Why are you flying a hundred meters?

"And it's penetrating. What kind of power?"

"I found out why Talhan's people said, 'Because it's a yumil'. It's something you shouldn't understand."

Yumil, your sister's rendezvous, and it's been a few days.

The adventurers are about to get used to Yumil's sister. But what settled in, after all, was the rating of 'It's Yumil'.

There are things that seem to be at first sight, but I'm not convinced.

"Hmmm......?

"What did you do?

"Yumil, your sister was worried about why you weren't appreciated."

"Sounds like they're rating you?

"You're not respected, are you?

"Aliusha, didn't you say something plain?

Yumil sister sniffing her head around my diminishing mouth to retaliate.

And I fled, saying, "Oh, my gosh."

I got a head like a bird's nest, but I'll have this combed by your sister herself later. It is a chance to be openly sweet.

Is this what you call a match pump?

Four days left like this.

We arrived in Morias without great trouble and with a smooth itinerary.