Blunt Type Ogre Girl’s Way to Live Streaming

"The ghost man in red there, stop"

"Huh?

There was a stopover, but inside the ghost who finally arrived.

Trying to get through the gate in an exciting mood to get in, I was still in a calm voice.

The voice comes from above. The Lord of the Voice came down to my front at a strangely slow rate. I didn't notice at all, but was he on the gate?

"A shitty demon leaking out of its entire body. You can't just go in there."

She seemed like a calm woman if she only heard her voice, but the Lord of Voices was a much less tall, black kimono-wrapped girl than I was.

He's got a very sharp gaze this way. I don't know why, but it looks like you're on tremendous alert.

"Mr. Obsidian? That's unusual, I can't believe you're the gatekeeper."

In contrast to how she was, Mr. Megle said so in a light condition.

Come inside the ghost man. It's natural when it comes to the obvious because it's long there, but she seems to know Mr. Megle.

Obsidian, is that the name? I should say that my name stands for my body, or I'm a girl with clear dark hair.

"Mr. Megle. Yeah, there was so much demon looming inside that I couldn't see it, I was watching here. Do you know him?

"Yes, she's an example, Amber's apprentice."

"What?"

The girl solidifies for a moment and turns her gaze to me again.

He looked carefully at his whole body from top to bottom, did a little thinking trick, and then nodded like he was convinced of something to lift his guard.

"... it is. That makes sense."

What, am I treating Amber's apprentice in this?

And you convince me with that one word?

I wonder what "kiki" is in the first place. Cheerful...... evil? Um, ghosts are a monstrous treatment for once, and I guess this way.

"Excuse me. My name is Obsidian, and I've heard from Amber."

"It's Skna."

"Then with Mr. Skna. Welcome to Ghost Man. We would like to welcome the arrival of our new colleagues."

The sharp gaze until earlier was completely gone, and the girl who named herself Obsidian said so with a calm expression.

"I see, Mr. Skna has come here to explore the clues to the curse."

"Yeah, it is"

About 3pm in time.

I was walking amongst ghosts with Black Week, dodging something that was going to happen.

Something like this these days, everyone hates my polite language, right? Nothing. I don't want to talk tough either, but I should have only spoken polite language most of my part-time life.

It's nice to be able to stay in nature.

By the way, Mr. Megle and I broke up at the entrance inside because we wanted to go report the quest.

I can only thank Megle for guiding me so far, but when I told her that, she laughed, "Because I'm getting more help than reciprocity just by helping me with the boss offense".

I feel like we're moving around this place for a while, and I hope we can fight together again.

That, too, is caused by the curse that is deliberately taking me away from me, which is eroding my whole body.

Erosion of the gods. It is a side effect of using Dead Skills and a curse that places great restrictions on the use of stats and skills.

Thank you. It seems that this curse is spreading something horribly called "demon" that Obsidian said earlier.

If you're a ghost tribe, they're releasing tremendous pressure to the extent that they interfere with everyday life just by feeling it.

"That's probably why the monsters didn't attack me on the road. The monsters around here are very sensitive to demons."

"I see. I guess I'm the cause of the anomaly."

Was it good or bad?

Well, it would be a good thing you didn't have to be vigilant about the anomalies. If they attacked me like a true dragon again, it wouldn't have stopped.

Back to the point, there's no way I can do anything about this curse, and it's not like I'm offering a ban on going in and out of ghosts.

Still, it could be residential stress, so I was to get a bracelet that suppressed the release of the demon known as the "Bracelet of Lights" at Obsidian's suggestion.

With that, they can contain the demons to the extent that they have no problem walking around the inside.

"I don't have any idea how to un-curse either. In the first place, the very information pertaining to the gods is the subject of control in this. If it's an old stock in there, you might know something..."

"Well, it feels like if I manage to find a clue."

"You too are blessed by God. We hear that the equipment that surrounds him is a testament to the defeat of the Red Wolf, and most importantly, the curse is God's power itself. I think you should be personally involved, including the inner length."

"I hope so"

As a matter of fact, I am now in a system where the likes of ghosts increase, or I set the titles of a system where the likes of NPCs increase.

I still don't know who I am, because of the "demon" and the people inside... I wish I could get a little better because they would see me looking at the Yabe one.

When it came to the effect, it just changed from a demonic leak to a variety of leaks.

The residents look at me and cramp my face, then look relieved to see the obsidian next door, so maybe it means that no matter how I change the title, it doesn't really make sense.

Even so, the Black Week seems to be greatly trusted by the people in here.

The people on the road are mostly greeting or meeting the Obsidian, and she's also taking it with serenity.

Its presence is immeasurably large, even though it is only about 130 tall.

I know in Amber's example that ghosts don't match their appearance and age, but Obsidian is maybe much older than Amber.

"Speaking of which, did Mr. Skna inherit the ghost dance from Amber?"

"Oh, yeah. Yeah, but."

"Not too long ago, Master Amber was rarely brought home. In doing so, he spoke with great pleasure that he had taken his first apprentice. We were terribly surprised to see her fight alone without even showing such a gesture."

A word somewhere conceived of mercy, like a parent watching over a child. It's been conveyed that she cares about Amber.

Sure enough, Amber has been banished inside a ghost man once.

Because you forgot me in anger and halved this inside.

Ultimately, he reconciled, and now he travels the outside world looking for the key to unsealing the gods.

And after identifying so many ghost tribes, I found the key to being a Gentile traveler, us players.

Speaking of which, I was in the city of beginnings at the time of the event, but that would only be to protect people.

I don't know anything about what the usual amber does.

"Hey, Obsidian. Amber's a ghost princess, right?

"Yeah, you can't be wrong with that perception. Descendants of a clan that belongs to the direct line of the gods, more precisely known as the clan of the Divine Son. Seriously, you're the one who draws your blood."

I see, literally, it's a divine son who draws God's blood.

"I've been a mess since I was a little girl... hehe, I'm the one who taught Amber martial arts"

"Heh... Then from my point of view, Obsidian is like the Great Master."

"Mr. Skna is a grand apprentice from my point of view, isn't he? Master Amber arrived at the final ceremony at the earliest of my godchildren and earned the title of Master. He was my apprentice for a short period of about five years... but from time to time, he comes to see me. You know, disciples are cute all the time."

The obsidian speaking about Amber is smiling with real pleasure. It must be a pleasure to say that the adorable apprentice still shows his face.

The Arts of Haunted Dance are becoming dependent on muscle strength values to remember. If you simply think about that setting, it would be inevitable when it comes to Amber being the fastest and the most ghost dancer with all the level up bonuses shaken to muscle strength values.

Though, I don't seem to necessarily say so when it comes to the final ceremony.

As a matter of fact, although we know the achievable muscle strength value up to the Five Formulas/Kids' Model, we still don't know how to learn about the final formula.

Amber said it before. The final ceremony is a mirror that describes life, wasn't it?

Amber's final ceremony seems to be a blow special utilizing its tremendous muscle strength, but what kind of move is Obsidian? That just bothered me a little.

"This is the mansion of the inner chief."

The voice of Obsidian makes me happy.

If I noticed, I was walking quite a distance from the gate, and I had arrived in front of a large mansion gate.

"Chief, hey..."

The head that binds inside this ghost man.

I was so excited to meet him about what he was like.