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

"Come on! We did it." "This cold winter season is hot." "Let's take a look at the wonderful children gathered from all over the continent this year."

Loud voices with demonic props heat up people gathered in the arena. At the heart of the vortex of fanaticism are the tournament contestants. Put your arms around it and wait for the opening ceremony to end. There was also my appearance.

'First of all, ha! This is Day 1 of the Preliminary Tournament.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

The audience thrives a lot. Among them, it is the prince who is loud all the time. Only the prince of the martial arts geek can be heard alone. Louder than loudspeakers.

In view of the future, maybe even a throat crushing medicine should give you a drink of mixed water. Sulfuric acid, for example? Must be Ichikoro.

"I'd like to introduce you to some of our most prominent players."

Oops?

I was intrigued by the moderator's words. This is a good opportunity to see who you're looking for because you don't know what other players will be out there besides Dick.

"First of all, this man was only 10 years old and won the tournament by a knight of anticipation." "Female fans are continuing on that sweet mask." "What kind of game does a boy who gathers a hot gaze as a super promising stock, combined with his strength, show us?"

It's hot, isn't it?

Why isn't she here?

"Come on, here comes the next featured player from the magic school, a beautiful girl from Reiki Ice, who lost to Dikuld in the final at all costs last year, but did not erase her enthusiasm for battle." "Can we win this year?"

Screens installed to float on all sides of the arena. I'm not sure how it works, but they call it a video projection tool. It's really easy to use, shooting with a camera magic item and showing it on a TV screen. However, they can't record it. However, they can only project the current footage as it is.

That screen now showed a girl with icy, watery hair. Face staring at the audience over the screen looking grumpy. But still, that poor face will never lurk. But on the other hand, I can't hide the impression that I feel strong.

Wow, he looks tight. Sure, she's a beautiful girl, but her pride looks high and her personality looks tight.

Even with that first impression, I ticked 'Caution, Caution'.

"Come on, from the remaining Royal College, there's just one appearance. Who the hell is he to replace Charlstena, who fought a fierce battle with Dikuld two years ago?" "Or did you throw away the tournament?" "Who the hell is he?" "I can't help but notice the battle."

It's been a long time since I've appeared, burning an appeal light and preparing, and I accidentally almost lost my knee.

Ha ha ha ⁉ isn't that me ⁉ Who's Kitty?

Was I that guy? and once I look around, I'm the only one with a Royal College badge. Definitely, I'm the kick-ass one.

And I looked around, and I said, "What, what is he? I realized that you were getting a painful gaze like '.

I'm shiny and glowing. I feel a little pulled around like that. Everyone told me what they wanted. Even Dick, a childhood trainer, had a frightened look at what he was playing with, and Sylvia, the star of the magic school's expectations, looked with a tremendously cold eye.

What is that? Scared...

Let's get started. Today, game one.

The tournament contestants, who received the moderator's words and were gathered on the spot, left the players of the first game behind to exit.

I was on the left. I mean, come on, now, there's my game.

The other player is a Yandell school boy.

"Yandel School belongs to the east! Pearldin is now the star of the tournament! Kitchick, do you know if this will replace Charles Stena?

So even though I wonder who it is, I give up half of what it is about me, and later decide to kill Gilk, who would have done this.

I turned my gaze to Gilk, who later remembered, and then looked at the other player. The annoying guy got quiet because of his mind.

Pearldin wears rugged armor and hides to his face, so he doesn't know the look on his face. However, it conveys a slightly tense atmosphere.

Well, do I get nervous if I suddenly hit the guy I was introduced to as a featured player earlier?

"Nice to meet you, Pearldin."

".................. hey hey hey hey"

Seeking to shake his hand to lift the tension at all, and offering his hand, Pearldin, you were tempered and slashed after a moment of solidification to see how things were going.

The sword muscle was not fast enough to leave the silver wire behind, and it was possible to follow it with sufficient eyes.

"Oops."

While I followed the sword with my eyes, I turned and distanced myself.

"Pearldin replied with a sword to Ray, who wanted to shake his hand." What the hell is he doing? "

I'm not going to, and I'm going to go in like I'm talking to myself, and now I'm going to normally come closer.

"Suddenly, it's dangerous, isn't it?

"Ha, ha, ha... ⁉"

I take your sword, Pearldin, with a serious blade removal, which has gained momentum. Then he twisted it away and grabbed Kurli's spinning handshake.

"Give it back."

He hissed and took his back as he grabbed his sword back.

"Hmm. Lighten up."

A wave as you ascertain the feel of the sword you took. And as it was, I shrugged back and put my sword tip on his throat.

"Do you still want to?

"I surrender..."

The venue springs up in the words. I threw a sword at a noisy gilk that I had not touched before. While slashing and wounding it on his cheek, a certain prince at the critical spot shed a cold sweat like a waterfall.

"Chip, I took it off"

"Well, what the hell does he want? Stop attacking the audience. I mean, what are the Knights doing?"

Was it unexpected that I threw my sword at you, the Knights who couldn't react?

Carambel's struggles increase again. Will he be able to protect his scalp during this tournament?

"Anyway, the first game is a Kitchick victory."

Now the cheer won't happen. What annoys Gilk is that everyone here noticed, and the audience interpreted me as throwing a sword to calm it down.

When the sword flew in when I made a scene, there was no cheer just to say oh quietly.

Oh, my God, you look like I'm dangerous.

Seriously, remember that, Gilk.

"Is it really that guy who's the Chivalry Childhood Friend?

"Yeah. That's right."

Alice, watching the game, asked Dickold, as she suspected. And I tilted my neck at the answer I came back to.

Is that really it? Sure it's not weak...

I've heard it several times and I was wondering if the boy would be jumping through this guy again, but as far as the current game goes, that doesn't seem to be the case.

I hear it's been quite a while since the two broke up, and I wonder if the difference in strength has opened up, Alice thought.

But Dickold didn't think so. I've fought Ray many times. He knew. Ray won't be serious until he's cornered.

Always prepared a concealed ball, but it is usual for him to lose his hand. There was no room to look at the current game and feel the difference in strength opened up. Rather, he burned his fighting spirit for an impending showdown that he could smash his hidden sphere.

"Is there an opening?

"Yes, I do, so put that noisy axe down."

"Is that on your neck?

"On the ground."

Gilks with their hands and necks embedded in the same shackles shout out as if they were executioners. From that appearance, no one would imagine him as a prince.

"I told you before I wanted to hide your information."

"I know that. What I want to hear is, what's that name?"

"That's it, you know, somehow, Nori?

"Die."

"Gobfo"

I give Gilk a toddle and get off the execution bench.

"Ah."

"That's why they're animals."

"He's bad about this one."

Gold and Anna watched Gilk execute. Its eyes contain nothing at all sympathetic. I don't know if he's used to it or if he thinks he deserves it this time.

"Now, that idiot, please. I'm almost there."

"Why don't you just leave me alone?

"That's why he wanted to see it later. It looks like it, so get him up and take him"

That's what I left out, and I headed to my next turn, the obstacle race.

The martial arts tournament is divided into one tournament and nine events.

Qualifying for the tournament takes place daily. Other events feel like they're coming in between. That's a measure to keep the audience from getting bored and to ensure that athletes are always able to play the best games.

A whole day will heal your magic considerably, and you have time to heal your wounds. There aren't games every day, but there are days in a row. That's why we have these dates in order not to create unfavourable situations on one side.

In addition, as this is an adjunct to the main tournament, many other events are quite appropriate.

I want to go into any sporting event, such as the obstacle race I'm going to get out of now. But the content can be quite hard. They come out in large numbers every year, such as those who can't score goals. They say some people get hurt badly.

Still won't go away because there's no public will to stop because it's as dangerous as Japan? Or is it because there's magic, so long as there's nothing left to do?

Well, leave that.

Some of those events don't seem dangerous or shit, but all I get out is probably dangerous guys. So if we don't get the tournament out of hand to make it good, we could get butterflies on the way.

Not so much if you hit it with Dick, but I want to use as much magic as I can. That's even an event.

I barely have time off.

"Now let's move on to the next event." "Obstacles race." "As you all know, players will be asked to run through a course where various obstacles await them." "No obstruction, no help." "Violators will be disqualified immediately." "All players must be careful." "Run through the course on their own." "

I didn't know the rules when the athletes snorted when I knew that. I sweat cold.

Habu...

I was going to be an obstacle and try to stop other Royal College students, but it was a crisis.

I have to check the rules later.

"Come on, stand by. Okay. ⁉ Athletes.

Nearly 100 players rush out simultaneously. It's crowded near the entrance. Earlier, the way everyone desperately rotated their legs was reflected on the arena screen through the magic tools.

Fantasy obstacle competition is not something you can do in the arena, not very much. The audience was watching us on the screen overcoming obstacles set aside outside the city.

To avoid the big crowd just after the start, I was walking relaxed or running at the rear of the screen that didn't show up.

I don't know what kind of disorder there is. Continue along the pioneered path that my forefathers cut open, thinking about an excuse that I should go from behind.

"Now, as soon as possible, the leading group plugged into the first gate." "It's a big wall." "You can climb it, you can punch a hole in the wall and go through it." "I'll jump over it." "If you can do that, do it."

Moderator who gives a seditious commentary. I get the letter of challenge.

You think I can't jump over it?

Students climbing the wall one after another. There is no such thing as breaking a wall. Because if you do that, someone else will come through. It's a waste of power.

And by the time I got to the rear, there were already about half of the things that would go down across the wall to the other side. That's something like the brilliant people who have gathered from all over the continent. It can't be stopped like a tall wall.

Neither Dick nor that magic school kid is out in this event, so it was a straightforward, underhanded course, but seems stronger than I thought.

Can't I stay out of my way too much...

With that in mind, I jumped up into the sky. That's a pretty far off the wall.

Those who watched it leak laughter at what they were doing, but soon the face turns to a stunned look.

"Become, what a ⁉ “ Kitchick, flying ⁉ ” No, running ⁉ “ Running in the air with nothing. ”

Those who were climbing the wall to its stunned narrative turn around and open their mouths flashly. I cleared the obstacle without difficulty while getting their gaze on me like that.

I can't deny that I feel a little bit like doing it, but with this level of handicap, I think I can easily score a goal.

"I'm running, knight."

"Ray's been able to jump where there's nothing for a long time. That's about it."

Alice opened her eyes to the incredible sight shown on the screen. Unexpectedly leaks a stunned voice, but I looked at Dikuld, who answered flatly to it, and reconsidered.

Unusual Dikurdo has been the only competitor for a long time. It can't be normal. I reconsidered that it was premature to judge by mere underlying abilities.

Most importantly, the person who does the oddity of running through the sky from day one. You must be hiding something else.

"Kitchick chased me up all at once. I was at the rear of the line, and I climbed right up to the middle." But why are you walking? He's ⁉

Over the wall Ray was walking again. You can't tell if that's an extra appearance, or if you're just licking it, over the screen.

The only thing I know is that I didn't really do it.

Charstena held her head down and sighed at how Ray looked like that. It would be too much, he said.

What was Gilk doing next to Charstena with such a shuddering face? ⁉ Blasting his anger.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"You can afford a boulder, Mr. Ray"

"I feel sorry for my senior opponents..."

"Brother Ray is cool -"

'That's the master. I respect the act of daring to walk in my way.'

"That way? Not the one who flew?

"Fly Anna too ~. Because it's a skirt."

Bachin!

Mouth your thoughts, and Gold is still slapped today. His cheeks are no longer about to become red leaves. I had come to judge Gold's face by the leaves, such as Saila, which I had not known for a long time. I just hope Seatella's program hasn't turned into a red-leaf judgment. If that were the case, you wouldn't recognize him as Gold without red leaves.

"The following obstacles can exceed the water magic unleashed by the Magic Knight?"

The lead group plugged into the next obstacle as soon as possible. The continuing obstacle is a river named Water Attack. The river, made of a miracle called magic, is quite fast flowing, unlike the calm that the Rays were going to play in the king's capital. But because it is a race, it is unacceptable to stop.

The athletes make up their minds and enter a river that is sure to be flushed if their legs are taken. Wow over there. I don't want to get wet, me running down like some other HR.

Is that disqualified, too, watching people being pushed down the river that flows under your eyes? And while I wondered, I reached the other shore.

"Kitchick leapt into the lead group. He was running in the sky again. ⁉ What the hell are you, ⁉ bird or ⁉"

"Birds will fly."

I don't even sound like that. I walk again, putting in a penetration.

You don't know where the obstacles are, and you can do it after someone enters the obstacles.

"The next obstacle is running with a dangerous zone full of geysers and being blown away by geysers."

Pushy and blowing hot water. Let's heat it up. More boiling water in the bukbuk and the geyser. It makes it harder to detect a callout that you don't know when it will come.

The players in the lead group proceeded cautiously and speedily to such a geyser zone. The boulders have only kept the top so far. There seems to be nothing to be afraid of.

Meanwhile, as with them like that, I speed up. Even so, I just ran. And he stepped straight into the danger zone.

"We're going to hit the Kitchick Geyser, who stepped out without hesitation."

"Eh, eh, eh, ho"

"Oh, I avoided it easily. Also, I avoided it. Does he know where to blow it next?"

Jesus. These things. Spatial skills are enough. I move before I come, so I know right away.

When I dived through the danger zone paying attention to all the geysers that way, I was at the top of the list if I realized it.

Alas. Now do we have to go into the first shot?

In that way, when we were only raising a slight sense of crisis to an unknown disorder, a slightly unfortunate crisis came down.

"Kitchick fell out - he jumped to the top all at once, the final gateway was closed to him, his name was Fire Dragon."

"Ha...?

A dumb voice leaks unexpectedly due to an unexpected disorder. I hope it was a mistake to hear it, until a giant shadow appeared, but ruthlessly it appeared.

Kgowoo.

Huge shadows wrapped around bright red scales. It was nothing more than a fire dragon.

Dogowowo on.

Ringing roar and ground.

You're lying...

Who can clear it...

All athletes as well as me stop moving.

"Kitchick, go over my life."

"I can't."

Instant.

Impossible. Impossible. Impossible.

'Don't worry. The braces are forbidden'

"No, because that's not the problem. Take a look at yourself, all right? You're a light crater. Can we get past the normal guy?"

"Then, until you crush it"

Dogowowo on.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Flying up Fire Dragon's arms is critical. Dust rolls up from the ground, with holes in the ground wide.

"That's a tough kick, too. ⁉ Ha-ha-ha. Every year, I think I can score a goal this year."

"It's not real."

The players who hear the truth turn back in the opposite direction.

He complains about the operation screaming that it's that cowardly, and makes the really right choice to stay away from the easy threat to call it an obstacle. As much as I want to get on with it. But reality can't be that easy.

"What's up? You can't just avoid me, can you?

"Can I run, too?

"Escape."

That's right. I'm so enjoying you. If it finally turns up and everyone runs away, I can't be active.

The Fire Dragon does not seem to have the spirit to go after those who leave.

"Fuck the operation."

When I got off to the ground, I screamed out loud. Why do you have to challenge such difficulties from day one?

"It's full of gaps."

Fire dragons wave their arms again. That alone blows a gust of wind around and the ground crushed by the earlier attack blows up.

It's unscrupulous. No. It's no longer magic. Yan.

As he impregnates himself with the difference in strength in that way, he casts a rock bullet into the imminent rock, crushing it, but at the same time responding to the plummeting giant arms.

"Invert"

"Mmm."

The vector in the arm is reversed and bounced. As a result, he plays in the rebellious space to chase the legs of the unbalanced Fire Dragon.

"No pushing"

I jumped up in a stormy breeze, and I hit the Fire Dragon, adding more spin. No, push. If we can't do anything about this, let's do everything we can to escape.

"Nooooooooooo"

Dokovon.

I just flipped. That's the only obstacle that destroys the ground.

Nothing can be called damage. But that's fine.

"Fixed"

Suture fire dragon feathers and ground. Same way I did in the haunted mansion before.

A really handy skill. It's just one skill but it depends on how you use it. It runs in the sky, it can't move, it can also be a defense.

"Hum! Hum? I can't move. '

Fire dragons trying to get up are confused that their wings won't leave the ground for some reason. You can only move one hand with a flip so you can lie down, even if you decide immediately that I did something.

Fire dragons would be able to destroy the ground and regain position even in that state. But it's not me who can't jump into a goal that breaks through obstacles and stands in front of you before it does.

When I jump up using rebellion in the air, I magically push my body away and pass the goal point. I totally got over the obstacle.

"Oh, Golluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

With tears and a little sympathy for the host who had to convey my goal, I slowly descended to the ground and a high volume of cheer came from afar to the wooden spirit.

I didn't know you'd hear this far, but the venue was quite exciting, so I calmly analyzed it but solved the fixation that ended the role.

'I don't think I can get out of this. And so easy......'

Freed from bondage with the ground, the Fire Dragon quickly sounded a little remorseful and rebuilt the system with Dosin.

"I didn't think you'd come out this way. Will you stop? Nobody else can score a goal."

"I'll do what I took on once until the end. That's the creed."

"Oh yes..."

Negotiate that you're already satisfied, but fire dragons that bassari trump it.

It's an annoying creed. Isn't that a lone goal? Now.

Poor thing...

I ran away to an unseen place without a thousand eyes. I saw them and felt deeply sympathetic.

........................... I'm the one who brought you here.

"Hey, hey, hey, what the hell? That monster beat the dragon up."

"I don't suppose you're flying?

"That's okay. The dragon fell with his fist."

"It's about Ray, so maybe he did something else?

Half of the audience watching the footage was unbelievably quiet about what had happened in front of them, and the other half was making a scene in a frenzied manner.

In the meantime, Alice, who was watching the race with the intention of analyzing Ray's power, forgot her usual salutations from stunning, and fluttered with words like old times.

Meanwhile, Dikuld, who was standing next to Alice to disturb him and watching the race, had something completely different in mind as he returned the words to her, but wished he had left too.

"I'm looking forward to it. I want to fight Ray fast."

'Oh, this man was a monster too...' Alice reiterated to Dikuld, who laughed about it.

Meanwhile, just directly in front of them, they stared at the screen so that a sharp eyed girl could eat in.

"Strong... who...?

Sylvia stares at the screen and sharpens her sharp eyes from the beginning, saying that an unscheduled and powerful enemy has emerged.

"Either way, I'm the one who wins"

I get in the mood and inspire myself that I just don't need to cower.

I've been working out for the past year with the intention of defeating monsters and winning them over my ex. I have no problem with one more opponent who has to be defeated.

Besides, he concluded cheaply that he seemed weaker than that monster. That's because of the bitter memory of losing without a hand or a leg and the joking behavior ahead.

For her, the game with Dikuld was her first defeat. That unforgettable humiliation enlarged Dikurdo and made him huge as a snowflake again.

I also despised Ray for having an attitude that I just don't care how he sees it in this tournament that we all seriously want, and cheaply concluded that it was weaker than me unconsciously.

Apart from the knights, the top players in the magic school, who perform Ray's analysis of his power that way, the Gilks who were here to support him were excited to see Ray talking to the dragon on screen.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa."

"Shut up. Is Ray getting stronger again? I rolled a dragon...?

Charstena complained coldly about Gilk making noise in her ear, but if she didn't train again, she shrugged in half.

"Senior, don't you suck at your arm strength ⁉ that!

"I analyze that the master rolled the dragon with his skills, not his powers"

Either way, you're not human.

Lislit who simply believes in what he sees and is stunned. In contrast, Seatella communicates the results of a sober analysis. But in them, it seems, the conclusion is that Ray has fallen out of the category of human beings. They nodded deeply at Lycood's words.

"I'm glad I didn't answer."

"Anna would have been eaten."

"Ugh."

Anna says she doesn't want anything, so she pokes at Haku.

"Brother Ray, come on."

"Anna, let's go on a date"

I can't break my heart, Gold. Attacking Anna with no context or anything, he's probably the hardest of all. Even today the beautiful red leaves never disappeared from his cheeks.

Thus the first day of the martial arts tournament ended with great excitement.