Card collector from different worlds

The training room was surrounded by silence.

Even as Elev rises, he seems to have had a concussion and falls to the floor again.

Garg apparently, flipped over and noticed he was looking at the ceiling from between his crotches.

Kim Noisuke, who was snooping around, finally looks calm there.

"Ki, today... let's get this far"

When Garg said so, Kinosuke nodded and left.

"That was... whoa, yeah"

Garg lent his shoulder to the flipped Elev and took him to the infirmary.

Garg thought while Elev was being treated.

The last punch was certainly 'bunk punch'.

I didn't expect to master it so quickly, but Kim Noisuke is a human race, and he's not like Dwarf, so I can think of that.

But before that, I heard it.

"I did hear it"

Once, only once, I saw it in a seeker who was attacking the labyrinth.

I thought it was a vision at first. It saw sharp teeth in the big mouth from the man, fangs eating up at prey.

That's when I first saw the high LV cardy scared.

I was frightened by that seeker whether I was seeing Cardy as well, or feeling something.

They say that's not a stunt or skill.

Garg thought whether it was something only the superior could have.

"Maybe it's the same as this one."

Kim Noisuke has the qualities to become a full superior if trained.

Yeah. Maybe it's no surprise you have 'something'.

"But... that sound"

The metal screamed and it was like a scream.

A disastrous ominous sound...... yes it sounded like Garg.

"... Huh."

Kinosuke breathed the outside air and calmed her mind.

I'm clean again. When I realized that, I was a little depressed.

When I was only a teenager, I think it was when Kinosuke was doing architectural work at construction sites in the mountains. Carrying raw cones in a wheelbarrow (cat), young people of the same age came nearby and started camping.

While I think it's loud, I have to pour it into the foundation before the raw cone dries up.

I couldn't afford it.

Where machines don't come in, this is how we used to do everything manually.

The young people were as noisy as ever, but Kiyonosuke and the others were also focused on their work, so when did they only care?

Who would have noticed?

The cornucopia that I ordered and was carrying is gone.

And when he was crushed by the campfire and saw the goose and the wreckage that was raising the fire, Kim Noisuke and his young men naturally got into a fight.

This one had seven inflexible people, roughly the same number, but that's not the only way to deal with them. In the end, the youngsters wore themselves out and were beaten out.

The day after that, the young men came to avenge themselves by bringing their companions.

That number, thirty indeed. Meanwhile, the Kinosukes remain seven.

The difference in numbers was historical.

Normally, less would be done apologizing.

But Kiyonosuke and the others were different.

"Four alone...... Me and Gen against five"

That's what I said, he was like a brick a little over 30 years old named Mr. Gumbo.

Kim Noisuke was a man of fear, who fought back only the number of times this man beat him and kicked him, only memories of him being beaten even more.

And Mr. Gen, the moment he meets someone, he's like a beater, and I've never seen him laugh.

Everyone watched Dawg in silence and Kim Noisuke, who was only a teenager, also had an iron pipe.

I don't really want to use it because it's highly lethal, but I appreciate it when this happens.

It could have been a bar (like), but I weighed myself down because using that one would make it easy for the dead to get out.

The youngsters were slightly upset to see their opponents preparing for battle, who would freak out.

But it is thirty versus seven. We immediately convinced ourselves of our advantage.

Yakuza threatens before he gets his hands on it.

If it becomes a problem later, they are bound to be arrested, so if you can't get your hands on it, you won't waste it.

But the manual workers are the other way around.

If I can beat you up, I'm determined to beat you up.

All seven rushed in unison, swinging their own dogs down against the youths.

Seven men were defeated in an instant, and the young men were only upset this time.

Different story.

Still, the fight has begun. If you don't do it, you're gonna get hit.

Meanwhile, Kim Noisuke just tried to defeat the third person, taking a blow from behind and bleeding intensely.

They beat him up with a bat or something.

He was hit harder around his arm. The bones hadn't passed, but it hurt as much as I accidentally groaned.

It is then.

Kim Noisuke was sexually angry.

The same goes for being burned with materials, and that's what those guys have come to avenge.

More than that, the thought Kim Noisuke had felt from the beginning.

My age was playing, and I felt angry for the first time that it was untraceable.

Just kidding. What do you think you're doing? I'm not as fond of you as I am of regenerating you.

If you want to be sweet, tell your mother to be sweet at home.

That's where Kiyonosuke kicked in.

I don't care anymore.

For now, only the fools in front of you will let them lick the ground.

That's how I thought about it, because later I remembered it, and in fact... I wielded the iron pipes against the young people with a selfless obsession.

Thirty men who came fled in the sight of half a life.

Of course, this one wasn't intact either.

Fortunately, it didn't have to be a police shack, but they all suffered injuries to the extent that they had been at rest for two days.

I guess I just couldn't tell you to arrest them because they fought back if they attacked me in large numbers with the murder weapon. Sometimes the first thing I did was steal the cuticle and burn it.

Kim Noisuke, whose injuries healed and came out, was advised by her colleagues, "Am I right, don't go wild without looking?"

Kim Noisuke lowered her head honestly. I knew it. He said he did too much.

"Long time no see, you're so pretty in person"

At the time of the Cardy battle, fear sometimes meant death.

I also have a sense that I've become aggressive to distract my fears.

Also, I've never felt that way except for the same or more enemies, and even Hachi, if I knew I could hunt, I'd never feel that way. In other words, it doesn't burn.

"Later, I'll apologize"

No matter what the reason, you should not get clean and rampaged on your body that you are being specially trained.

Kim Noisuke reflected deeply.

After finishing treatment in the infirmary, Elev looks at the ceiling while lying on the bed.

"You're exactly the owner of a 'moving' soul."

Garg said.

It has long been said that avant-garde is suitable for two types.

One is the type of 'calm' that is always judged calmly and aimed at defense.

It is said that having a 'quiet' type at a party increases survival and causes less injuries from reckless challenges.

But with all the "quiet" types, it lacks the offensive, destructive power, and even the understated enemies remain in doubt about their annihilation.

The type of 'movement', on the other hand, constantly seeks enemies and aims to attack them.

When a party has a 'move' type, it increases its destructiveness and allows it to face its own enemies.

However, if the avant-garde is all of the "motion" type, it can be misdirected and the risk of injury or total annihilation is constantly stuck.

Elev is the type of "Jing" and Kim Noisuke is probably just the type of "Moving".

In that sense, if you two are going to have a party, you can also say it's impeccable.

"If only you could remember to control your mind."

It will make it bigger, that is, it will also push the limits, Garg said.

It's weirder to be pimping around eating your cardi opponent's skills in the first place, and I can't believe that you haven't broken your limits yet with that, or that the way you fight is just like an amateur.

"(hanging up)"

"Right, I hope you grab something with this special training"

The former fellow Elev who works in his hometown would also be happy to hear if Elev talked about untouched land.

And you should praise me for slapping Elev on the shoulder and saying, "Well done."

How long does Elev, bearing their dreams, wait for the moment?

"But that one, I don't know if it's a card bubble or something, but it's also a weird story that the training room is empty"

The training room is paid for, but anyone can rent it if they want.

Collaborate in party fights here, or practice bad skills over and over again.

It should be a frequently used place for young searchers, but many searchers are now on a cardi hunt as they buy it a little higher, and the training room was empty.

Gayagaya and the aisle became noisy.

"Hmm? Somebody stay away from me."

When Garg stood up to see what was going on, the door opened roughly and several searchers crept in.

Garg's eyes narrow when he looks like nothing else.

Shortly after, the stretcher was brought in. There were three people on the stretcher. They are all bloody.

The three bodies being treated had countless slashing wounds.

The bleeding is terrible, too. Not usual.

"What's going on?

"The topography has changed from eleven layers to the bottom in depth. The map has helped, and Cardy's distribution has changed."

The labyrinth changes terrain sometimes, or the cardi that emerges.

Not all change at once, but roughly five layers change in a set.

"Going down from the eleventh layer, perhaps to the fifteenth? So it's just a hierarchy where LV15 comes out."

"That's right. [Blade Demon LV15] came out. Damn."

The Devil of the Sword, the Blade Demon, is a people-shaped cardi that walks with arms all over its body.

A sword is held in all hands, and it doesn't help at all to stand up to people's swordsmanship.

It is a rather vicious cardi enough to be ready to be slashed and engraved if they come near me.

Seeing that the avant-garde was slashed like a piece of paper, both shields and armor, this party immediately decided to withdraw.

Because he had a Mirage card, "Knockback 3-Star," he said, knocking Cardy far away and running off with his buddy in charge of that gap.

"We were close to the entrance, but the guys in the back could come back or not."

That evening, for the first time in twelve years, it was announced that topographical alterations had occurred in less than eleven layers of the deep.

Until the map was completed, a great deal of advice was stuck out at the entrance to avoid going to the back.