Different Dream Worlds - Reborn Cheats and Mysterious Skills to Build Different Worlds

Under the winter sky, a carriage travels through a wide plain. Wheels that go around on dirt roads that have not been paved or done anything occasionally snap at pebbles and rock the whole carriage. In a car constantly rocking vertically or horizontally with such rattles, Haku, disturbed by sleep, was engaged in a fierce offensive battle with the chair.

"Pi!"

Huck tapping a small hand with a small grainy nail on one side against an immovable seat. That used to resemble a blow crushing the earth that my father took, but at any rate the size is hand-riding. A dragon punch without a cat punch, instead of crushing the earth, remained to play the pacifier and chair like a drum.

My father and mother's gaze at Haku, who is too cute to stop, is warm. The air drifted without conversation was soothing. Is the view outside flowing slowly one factor that creates such serenity?

I put a hack on my lap that was teary-eyed by an unstoppable shake and stroked its head.

"Sleeping kids say they grow up a lot, but haku doesn't grow inside"

"Pi......"

Huck that gets round on my lap like sweet. I gently slap that back at regular intervals from a ton. I laughed zeroly at Huck, who eventually began to get used to the shaking relieved by his knees.

Unlike me, who just floats out of the village, Huk seems to be busy sleeping the same way he always does. Even my mother says she's in a good mood with the usual 20% increase or so, but she's a big sleeper.

But my mother's in a really good mood today because she's busy with chores and stuff and doesn't get a chance to go out inside.

Seeing a mother in such a good mood makes me want to snuggle like a child, too, a good girl who rarely speaks of me.

Besides, Gabardi, where our family is headed now, is a big city near the village of Sierra. I don't know what I'm going to do there, but this is my chance. I would like to take something that is not available in the village of Sierra, where there is only a store to the extent of my apologies.

I'd like to...

I got the adventurer's gear for my 5th birthday and when asked what else I wanted, it wouldn't come to pass. Totally troublesome stuff, thanks. I seem like an abnegation person. But I don't want to miss the chance that this actor skill would be Ichikoro.

In the first place, it's bad that our parents are the wildling type who suddenly act out on the day. If you'd told me earlier, I'd have had plenty of time to think about it, but why are you really letting me cut my feathers off every time?

I want to have a family meeting about my spare life. I think that's what's missing in my house.

But after five years, I can still calmly think about whether I'm dyeing the color of such a lineage.

I vaguely looked out the window at the view and thought of something naughty.

Speaking of what you need right now, it's true you're about friends and you don't have anything else you want. If you can't help but wander something you don't want, you might as well change your perspective and not be what you'll need in the future.

With that in mind, I remember the other day with future connections.

My dad told me to dream to be an adventurer, but I think my dad's dream is closer to desire than goal.

My father became an adventurer because he wanted to look for a place like a lake, and I felt told to know what would be the driving force in him that would be a great prerequisite for action.

So it's not that hard to dream. I dream about what I want to do.

I am aware that I am a curious person. That curiosity is also directed in a wide direction.

Well put, curious. To put it badly, it's easy to see.

So even if you can dream, it's hard to define dreams. Of course, it's true that I haven't set my dreams, even though I may be the only one who hasn't met this yet.

So I'm going to try to slack my perspective again a little bit.

What kind of adventurer do I want to be?

The purpose and means have been reversed, but by deciding exactly what kind of adventurer you want to be, your dreams may come to their own. Vaguely just being an adventurer is hard to imagine what you will need in the future.

What we need is meat. But it is also a troubling thing to overdo and get into a lot of trouble. Go for the fascinating Bon Cu Bon style.

That said, suddenly you can't have the perfect style, so let's think vaguely first.

The proposition is, what do I want to be an adventurer?

Hmm... To be honest, what do I want?

Sounds fun somehow, sounds interesting, and I have a desire to travel this world from my experience in the world of dreams. But if you ask me if it's something like tourism or travel, I want to lean my neck.

Because it's the interest in the unknown that drives it.

Simply, the excitement that it would be interesting to have aliens or UMA. Curiosity to see it, to know. Can we call it exploratory together? Anyway, I have that kind of driving force in me.

So I think the emotion I have is closer to the exploratory spirit that adventurers and archaeologists have than just wanting to travel.

Then let's be vaguely prescriptive.

Explore the unknown.

Is this all right for now? If the dream is decided, it will be fixed by itself.

Bye, next.

What kind of adventurer would I be to explore the unknown?

Again, this is a fantastic world. The adventurer will inevitably be exposed to the danger of demons. At the very least, there will be power.

But how long are they here?

Is it tough to challenge the unknown if you don't become superhuman like your father?

I'm still not sure about that, but somewhere in my heart I want to go beyond my father. Am I still a boy too? Just like Dick, I may be unconsciously following my father's back, too.

Besides, if you imagine yourself weaker than Dick, there's something about what you call... unintelligible. Strength is still important. At the very least, I want to be stronger than Dick. I don't like being less than that.

But even if you set a goal when you get stronger at a word, there must be a lot of things going on. For example, there are more ways to be stronger than the planet - that is, there are more options for growth - such as a gathimki brain muscle father pattern or a genocidal execution witch pattern.

How am I supposed to be strong?

Yeah, I think I've come with some specificity. Sounds good.

If you are more aware of specificity, you feel that the style that developed what you can do now is the most appropriate. Let's think for a moment in that direction.

For example, an adventurer with an extreme sword.

Hmm, that's good. It sounds. I still think it sounds important. I particularly liked the fact that it was extremely extreme. That's an adventurer's version of a common sword saint or sword god.

Not bad. I just can't deny my brain muscle feeling. I'd like to shy away from talking about that a little personal experience.

Excellent route, though. So let's blame it.

But what do you want me to do?

In terms of what you can do now... are you a category that is relatively good at spatial, artistic, acting, and magical systems?

Imagine one at a time.

An adventurer who excels in space.

Hmm, the master of the intervals? Somehow, it sounds like a before-after.

There is no such thing.

Next, an adventurer who excels in art.

Hmm, I see, I see. Do you blame it on the artist route? From time to time, they put out their work and get requests from all over for lectures and exhibitions to get around the world.

Yeah, no.

Then an adventurer who excelled in acting.

Hmm, the Actor route next? So to speak, we want to be entertaining adventurers. Gain wealth and fame, respond to the enthusiastic cheers of many fans from all over the world, and rise to the stage everywhere. And just in tune, when he gets banged on Friday and falls to the ground.

That's not all.

Finally, a magical adventurer.

Hmm, great. I can't complain. Adventurer specifications that don't forget the fantasy feel. Sounds really great.

It's still this one. I mean, this was the only one in the candidate that was serious, but let's make this one first.

Well, it's a casual decision, but then there's one problem.

That is in that Mullah's method of instruction, my mother and master of magic, is fatally over.

Mother's teaching style is fatally poor. I don't have to know if I'm a regular educator, and I suck at teaching magic.

Why is that?

Easy, because your mother is a genius.

Don't you say that often? Genius doesn't know. He doesn't know how he feels, so he says he's poorly taught.

My mother is exactly the kind of person who embodies it. I don't know... 80% of the explanations are about sound effects and sensations.

You know what I mean! This is my five-year-old from a magical world!

Whoa, I'm sorry. My daily grievances have leaked.

No, but I think I'm doing great, too. Mother does it only by example. And then there's the beatbox.

From there, I'm assembling the images I need, adjusting the amount of magic, and deciphering my own language.

But it's time for me to know too. Theoretical magic.

I hate it when you say you can use magic because of it, but you don't know why you're using it. Besides, when it comes to magic, I'm more rationally assembled than genius skin, which suits my sexuality.

... then it's settled.

If you've come this far with specificity, there's no other way to treat you than with a magic book.

All right, let's do that.

As such, the city of Gabardi appeared in the direction of the journey when the goods of the snake were fixed.

The city was showing the same buzz.

It's been years since I've been here. A year and a little more, I don't remember coming.

Still, what strikes me is the size of the city and the number of people. The size can even be seen from the outside, but if you go inside, there will be a group of prospective people. The number of people you don't normally see is something worth stopping for for a village-born, village-grown child. That's also true if you have a mixture of so-called beastmen and long-eared beauty shapes.

Especially since the beast man who enters and exits the city of men relatively well still stands out if he mixes with the race, and my gaze was directed at nature and that way, saying that for the first time in his life he had seen it.

My mother pulled my hand as she looked suspiciously at me, who was so casually attracted to beauty.

"Here, don't stop here."

Having received a gentle novel and gazed back from an elf that disappeared into a wave of people, I walk safely through a noisy and busy city by means of parent reflexes. I feel like I'm walking on a red carpet with my wings pinched in my bodyguard.

A bookshop not found in the village, where you walk, savoring the celebrity feeling that Ethe has about as much.

Upon entering the building, which was neither old nor new in appearance, it was the shelves lined with old books and the weathered overhead shopkeeper who welcomed me.

"Welcome. What book are you looking for today?

"Did this kid say he wanted a magic book, and is there something easy for the kid to figure out?

To greet the shopkeeper with a smile, her mother returned it with polite words.

But wait.

"Mom, what I want is an authentic magic theory book, okay?

"Well, let's find it."

"Ha ha, you're a resourceful kid. It's a promising future."

"Well, you're my son!

"If I look like you, I'll be a stupid muscle Dharma. This girl looks like me."

The agenda for which I resemble has broken out, but I don't feel like I've been lightly flushed back now. If I leave it to you, it will be presented to me as equivalent to a picture book.

Then we have no choice. Here, let's get the actor on standby again and switch to Operation Cry Down.

I changed my mind, and I crawled my eyes on the cover of the book, leaving my parents behind, even before the owner.

Hmm, there's a lot going on. The variety varies from magic books to stories to books with autobiographical titles.

In it, the first time I stopped in my eyes was not a magic book that seemed to be written in difficult words and theories... but a book with a back cover called "Adventurer's Dream" on it.

"That, I want"

To the words out of my mouth, uh, all three adults turn to me.

I rushed over to the bookshelf for a tattered run and stretched my back, pulling out the book.

"This"

"" Adventurer's Dream - Seven Secrets "? Didn't you want a magic book?

"Yeah."

I did plan on buying a magic book in my original plans.

But time flies. In the course of that time, people change their minds several times, especially in childhood, which is said to be a long period of physical time.

And I've spoken a little magnificently, but let's put it in a nutshell.

"I want both"

In other words, that is the case. Now is the time to hide and stop the Transcendental Secret Device.

i.e. Ururu rays of innocent children.

"Ugh..."

That's a special attack on parent-killing that could upset the game balance. Seems to work great. The actor still does a good job.

"... you have no choice. Something I rarely say. Forgive me when I come to town."

"Thank you, Mother!

I was so impressed with my mother for listening to me. Usually I don't say one thing, and it's worth the fact that I've been rambling around in the village for a long time.

"Then choose your magic book quickly."

Mother looks at the owner when she stands up holding me over her.

"Ah, yes. It was a magic book for kids."

The shopkeeper muttered to take confirmation as he seemed to have perceived the intent with only his gaze, but made his voice weak with regret.

"But Raw Hate and this time of year are products that are easy to run out of stock... I think by the time the year changes, we will be able to arrive in large quantities from the children who have completed the exam..."

In this underdeveloped world of printing technology, books generally seem to be just second-hand. All the products lining the shelves are old, if you ask me. I guess there aren't too many of them in themselves.

It's natural if you think about it, and it takes time to make a copy because it's handwritten. Less naturally. There will be only one book in the world and so on.

So, no matter how much I say it's for kids, I use the book around. If it's a magic book for kids, the demand is on the kids who started studying for exams like Dick. On the contrary, the supply is brought from the child who completed the exam first.

But this is convenient now.

"What I want is a normal book, so it doesn't matter!

"... right. If not, let's see what's easy."

"If that's the case, the magic books are put together on that shelf over there. Feel free to take a look."

Dozens or so of books were arranged in several steps in places taught by careful hand. I don't mean everything, but some of the titles use words that remind me of magic and it, and I can see that all the books there are magically related books.

"Which one shall I make? If it's too difficult, it's a problem because Ray is going to hate magic..."

Sure, I don't want to shy away from anything that's hard enough to hate. If it's not for kids, I want a book that's just as easy, like an introduction to magic theory.

From what I've looked over, it seems to me that there are many books that say one thing or another about magic types, such as magic by attribute, magic by class, or magic according to profession.

"How about this Intermediate Magic Guide? It doesn't seem as difficult as it sounds."

I scrolled through the pages with paralysis, and Zach looked through my mother and gave me the book. I took it and checked inside as well, but I got the impression that it was just a handful of notes written about the magic name and how it was activated.

A closer look at the contents on an appropriately opened page described magic I didn't know about. I guess this is what hits intermediate magic if the title is right.

Sure, I just started practicing intermediate magic, and there's a lot of magic I don't know yet. I don't think it's all written in this book, but there will still be a lot to learn from it.

But this isn't it. What I want now is not a book detailing one magic at a time, but a book detailing the phenomenon of magic throughout.

I shook my head and returned the book to my mother.

"I don't want a book with some magic on it, I want a book with magic on it."

"That's a very difficult story, isn't it? Maybe a little early for Ray. And with all the ideas mixed up, we might not get too much balls, right?

"What, really?

I thought I'd figured out how magic works all over the world. I was listening back.

"Yeah, at least to the best of my knowledge, it's vague."

"Yes, what..."

On the other hand, I am convinced that there are many books like the Magic Book in reason, and the prospect of learning from the Magic Theory came off, and I was driven by the thought of what to start with.

After all, as my mother said, when I almost gave up, I wondered if I would have to learn to pack.

Whoops, what stopped in my eye was a relatively new book.

"'Magic Lawfulness'......? Mother, how's that?

"Uh... Is this it?

"Yeah."

When my mother pulled out the book that was out of my reach, she began to peruse. The mother, who had been looking at the content for a while, opened her eyes for a moment, then nodded, yeah, just her neck, and closed the book.

"How'd it go?

"Well... I guess it's a little closer to the research report category than a magic book. But it's about the basics, so it might help Ray."

"Then I will!

I took my mother's word for it and made a quick decision.

Even the basics, if they're told from a research perspective, at least because I felt closer to what I was looking for than any other magic book.

"Okay. Then let's buy these two books. But you can't say anything more about me, can you?

"Yeah, I won't tell you!

I snorted honestly into my parents' words like a child and waited for my mother to pay me as I softened up. My father was already in his dream about whether he was allergic to books or not, but when his mother woke him up and tried to pull out his sword in the store saying what was going on, I thought this guy was just fine. Not in a good way of course.

After all that stuffiness, it was when my mother pulled my hand and tried to leave the store.

Waving at the drop-off shop owner, I casually looked back into the store and was blinded by a book.

Hmm...? That's... like I've seen it somewhere...

I tilted my neck, no matter where it was, but I couldn't resist being pulled, and I left the store behind.

That's...

─ ─ I remember.

It's a letter that I dreamed of.

"Ray, what's wrong?

"What?"

When I called my name and looked up, my mother was peeking into my face.

"I've been bonking you for a while now, but was there anything you cared about?

"Ugh, yeah, it's nothing. I was just wondering what was in the book."

"Yes, I hope... it's time to get to church, make it right"

"Church?"

I kind of have a visual acuity.

About 5 years ago, I was taken to church without any idea. I still couldn't speak at that time, and I learned that it was a ritual to get a status plate after all, but will I get something this time?

"Why are you going to church again?

"Well, to renew your body."

... Will I be allowed to participate in suspicious rituals from now on?

I'm getting anxious.

"Hey, hey, do I have to do that?

"Absolutely. You can't get any bigger if you don't, can you? Are you sure about that?

I hate that...

And even as we talked about it, we got to church.

I miss it, and when I looked at the church building I saw only once and remembered a previous visit, it stopped in my eyes before, but it was like it was engraved on the outside surface of a building I had forgotten to ask about.

"Mother, what's that painting?

"Those are God's paintings. There are 10 gods in the world."

"Ten too......?

Multiple gods are worshipped in the same way in one church?

That's quite a strange story again, I feel, because I know that religious warfare was in the Earth world as knowledge?

My mother didn't seem particularly strange or wonderful about it, and she explained one tattoo at a time, as she would speak in general common sense, extremely normally.

"From the top right, in order, Genesis, Spirit, Beast, Blacksmith, Goddess, Dragon, Fairy, Reaper, Sea God"

Good, not the Great God of Sky or a long name. I think I can remember this somehow...

I couldn't help but fall and lean my neck.

"But we only have nine paintings, right?

"That was an evil god who tried to destroy the world a long time ago.... No, you're not. I'm still after it somewhere in the world. No church worships such an annoying god."

The words of his mother, who spoke of the evil gods, were stabbing in the eyes. He doesn't like evil gods.

But what does that mean?

Honestly, I grew up in Japan where freedom of religion was guaranteed, and I don't believe in anything called God. Because I've never been through anything I believe in. I'd rather say one of my grudges if I were there.

But Mother's explanation now was as if there really was a God.

... No, I suspect I may just not be familiar with this world yet, but I'm pretty sure I don't have the basis to decide that there is no God in this world.

"Come on, let's go inside, Ray"

"... yeah"

Mother urged me, and I gave her a nod. With that hand drawn, the mind is not here, knocking at the door of the church.

If... there is a God, is there someone in there who led me into this world?

If so, why?

I'm not particularly impressed. You called me something, didn't you?

It's a little too much to clean up just by chance.

The same worldview as a dream.

Same procedure as dreaming, can activate magic.

The same demons exist as dreams, just as if you kill demons, your body disappears into black smoke, and only demonic stones and materials remain.

And what was decisive was what I saw earlier in the bookstore in the dream world and the melon two letters. I can't read it, but I don't even think it's a mistake. Those were letters I had seen in my dreams.

With all this, you can't fool yourself with the likeness of the world. In view of the incredible phenomenon that happened to me, it's not a coincidence that someone called me into this world - and I feel that way.

"... y... re... ray! Shan!

"Yikes... ⁉"

Screamed in my ear, what the hell! And with my spine pinned, I realize I'm in an emergency situation before I know it.

Yeah, well...

"Hey, what is it... Mother?

─ ─ There was an angry witch there.

"Something, I guess. I know you're scared of the first time, but only a little bit of consciousness flies, huh? Answer the priest's questions properly."

... Huh? What the hell am I gonna do now?

Are you gonna get hit? Are you gonna get burned? Paste it. Are you gonna get executed?

"Ah... Um, what starts?

I asked the priest in front of me. In the meantime, would this have escaped the paste execution?

"What, by [evolution]? So, have you decided on a god to choose?

"[Evolution]...?

"Ray... you weren't listening"

That's not true, is it? Evolution, evolution. Yeah... evolution. "

I spin my brain rapidly, even though I sweat cold that I would have managed to delude myself.

[Evolution] What? ⁉

No, you know what that means, right? It's just that I'm not a race by the name of Ohmon, I'm a race!

─ Mm-hmm? Race?

Speaking of which, there was a column in the status that represented race... but I was certainly a [human (toddler)] now.

This has been happening since I was a baby. It's been two years since the level kansted and there's still no sign of change.

But what if evolution moves us to the next stage?

If the level were to reset and return to level 1 again, would one mystery about the status be removed?

In other words, is Raymond a system that eventually gradually grows to the Ultimate Raymond due to the condition of Level Kanst - Evolution - Level Kanst - Evolution?

For example, it can be explained that this situation, like the rite of birth, came for the purpose of [evolution], which can only be done in the Church.

And the only reason I can do it in the Church is because, given the word of the earlier priest, I can see it for myself.

In other words, I wonder if I am now demanding that I choose one of the 9 gods that my mother taught me earlier for evolution.

"Who God chooses...... anyone?

"No, as I said earlier, God, who bestows protection, is limited. If you are in a seven-pillar goddess with the exception of the Goddess and Reaper, then whoever you choose is your freedom."

Well, we got the missing information.

Apparently evolution needs protection. What a godly specification, but when it comes to protection, it is a classic setting to give special abilities. Besides, I guess there's some difference there between telling me to choose.

I zero my doubts like I'm talking to myself.

"Which one would you rather be an adventurer?

"Right...... empirically Spirit God's protection is often preferred because it is said that magic improves and Beast God's protection improves physical ability. And then it's said that the protection of the fairy god will sharpen the sense of direction and make life stronger, so that's also preferred by adventurers."

They still seem to have their own protective effects. It also makes a difference in effectiveness from time to time. Somehow, understanding has progressed into this [evolutionary] flow.

"The protection of other gods, I want to know!

"Yeah, I don't mind. Many kids worry about it for the first time, so listen carefully and think carefully and look to your future."

A priest who says things like a kindergarten teacher. But it is true that this choice shapes the future.

Perhaps what I'm chosen for now is the way I grow. With the aid of escort, they choose which way to go.

I listened to the priest seriously.

"It is said that the protection of the blacksmith god will be clever, so it would be an extraordinarily choosy protection to follow the path of cropping. It is said that the protection of the Dragon God makes it easier to pass through the warcraft and the mind, preferred by those called Tamer. The sea god is told that he will be better on the sea without seasickness, and the sailors will choose better."

Well, I snorted, and I sorted it out once in my head.

So far, there are four protections that may be useful for the work of adventurers: Spirit God, Beast God, Fairy God, and Dragon God.

What the hell is the last remaining God of Genesis blessing that seems awesome through Zuba?

That's what I was hoping for, the priest said.

"And at the end of the day, the protection of the Genesis God is said to expand the possibilities, but specifically nothing. Hardly anyone chooses."

"Possibilities…"

Obviously he was a priest who said he wouldn't recommend it, but the side that heard it rocked me hard.

"Come on, which god do you choose?

Normally, here, you would be right to choose the Spirit God. I just made up my mind to do some magic.

But now I was asking myself if that was really okay.

Maybe, but I want to know.

If it means anything, I want to know what it means.

Tell me why I was reincarnated into a world like this.

But if it wasn't a coincidence and an intent, what's waiting for me is that I'm not busy, and I'm sure people in this world can't handle it alone, which must be a harsh test.

But if so, is this really the right answer?

Just extremes magic, are you sure?

No, I don't think so.

I have reincarnation cheats, but I can't even push one kid to lose big, and I'm not going to be a genius. Compared to a talented kid, my talent for being bottomed up by reincarnation cheats is not enough at all.

I'm mediocre. I don't have the talent to push through like Dick did.

You're admitting it, and you're just saying that there's only one weapon like this that you don't know might be sharp enough to fulfill, and you're going to try?

Such an idiot. There is a lot of foolishness.

If I can't do anything, I can't get to the bottom of it without a special talent like Dick.

"I..."

Words break off.

I guess it's because I knew it was a bet.

What can I do with only the possibilities?

Or maybe I'll just be instrumentally poor, there was a glitch.

But... what I remembered was a temporary in the lake.

It reminded me of the obscure, uncertain blank map I drew there.

... right. What I want is unknown. Beyond the possibilities, it's unknown.

If you say it in a good way, my possibilities are unknown again.

Eat concrete futures and other shit.

What I want to be is an adventurer who challenges any unknown.

For the reason I was born.

To the mystery hidden from the world.

To places where no one has ever been.

A qualified adventurer.

All you need to do to do that is everything. For the first time in my life, I have the freedom to challenge anything.

I cannot bear to imagine myself standing up in front of the unknown in the future. I don't want my path narrowed to limits or anything. What I want from my heart right now is that freedom.

So, that's it.

Even if that's a stupid bet, this choice is a must for the future I've drawn. Conversely, there is no other possibility (path) left behind.

"Choose the protection of the Genesis God"

Come on, it's the beginning of a generation of big hits.

I'll bet on the possibilities.

Will this be auspicious or vicious?

Believe in one of your possibilities and run for it.

I can do anything - towards the all-powerful adventurer.