Because I’ve Been Reincarnated as the Piggy Duke, This Time I Will Say I Like You (WN)

――I missed it.

How much you regretted already.

This power is cursed, though you should have known enough.

The moment I saw the magical power emitted by that red-haired boy, I realized that I had to use my power as a dungeon master to win.

However.

-The erosion is severe, the consciousness is deprived richly.

A miraculous force chasing dark elves living in the north.

Reason disappears from consciousness every time you use force. The heart as a person disappears.

The smell of that perfume stays in my head. In the past few days, people have suddenly lost consciousness in their daily life, and they feel pain in their right breasts.

――Yes, was that perfume a sign?

I was scared of the creature's shadow from the moment I was aware.

I still don't know why I was in a dark dungeon.

She shuddered at the shadows of humans with mysterious powers that occasionally appeared, and gradually understood her power while watching them.

I knew they were called high adventurers when I helped them play with the overwhelming hordes of monsters.

So I knew.

I was-human?

A humanoid dungeon master with a human-like will.

He was handed over to the Adventurer's Guild, and if he couldn't handle it, he was entrusted to the Dustol Empire. Everything we see in the Imperial City was new and we had the hardest time learning words.

He grew up under her name, the Great Spirit of Darkness, and poured all of her daily control over this power.

He was the youngest and was called the Three Musketeers.

But I noticed.

Each time you use this power, you become a different person from humans.

――This power takes away everything as a person.

I couldn't tell anyone. I can't tell her longing.

She is the only one who recognizes herself as a human.

Before transforming into a monster, I wanted to convey the end of goodbye as a human.

――Six riches, their forceful commandment chains.

A chain of magical commandments covers the entire body of the three Musketeers.

One of the strongest members of the Dustol Empire quietly closed his eyelids, and his world was shrouded in darkness.

――Rich is also a remarkable thing. Did you feel the rebellion?

How much time has passed.

My consciousness is turbid and I no longer know who I am.

My right chest hurts so that I can be tightened. The dungeon core, which is said to be in your body, mixes with the blood flowing through the whole body and assimilate with you.

The moment he used his power as a dungeon master to combat the redhead boy, he instantly realized that much of his heart was in the rich.

From there it was a fight with myself.

He resisted the attack of a red-haired boy to protect her longing, and kept her heart strong to escape Rich's erosion.

That red-haired boy, as imagined, fired terribly powerful magic. On the way I noticed that the boy was funny, but I couldn't do anything.

Rich's mental erosion was so intense that he felt as if he was not himself.

......

I suddenly feel uncomfortable.

――Rich rich ... Isn't there?

The magic that binds your body is weakening.

The shackle chain that binds limbs, built by Rich who felt the will of rebellion, and the magic of capture with the power of all attributes.

And I can't even hear that abominable voice that revives the dead.

――It is unusual for you to fight on the front line.

Rich is on the front line.

It's nothing but the fact that enemies have appeared that can't afford to use ghost magic.

――Is it strengthening? Does that mean that so many enemies have appeared?

A geometric pattern that shines red on the arm.

The magic of light, the magic circle of reinforcement is emerging.

In addition to his inability as a dungeon master to revive monsters living in the silver dunes, Rich had given himself the power to be a dungeon master in S-class dungeons.

-Did anyone appear in this land enough to break through the silver dunes?

If the three Musketeers Dryback Steibert look up with confusion.

“…………”

Already the fighting smoke had risen.

The stage is a wilderness, an unmanned dungeon where only the chosen people are allowed to enter.

The miracle of the Dostor, born in a superpower dominating the north, and the masterpiece of the Great Spirit of Darkness, the half-human half-devil hero (Living Dead), shouts at the sight spreading in front of his eyes.

“—Rich together! ... What happened!”

The wilderness as far as the eye can see was wrapped in black flames deeper than darkness-burning.