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

Day 4 of the Martial Arts Games.

Today is the day the date will be announced with your next opponent. The second round of the qualifying round begins today.

The first round was to drastically reduce the number of people, or once we lost the fight, it was there end and inside cynical, but the second round is a little easier to feel. Because whoever wins the first round can be divided by block, and two of the first and second place can compete in the main game.

Probably going to be numbered in World War II.

There are 128 people who can be in the tournament. I mean, there's up to 64 blocks. Approximately 300 people remain now. One block, number from five to four. You can't get into the main battle unless you get in by second place among them in the total win.

Ray's block is block 38. There are five of us and we have to fight four times. I just want to keep at least three wins.

Even so, Dikuld and Sylvia are different blocks, so we won't be late.

"The game begins... tomorrow"

I checked against the schedule and made sure I had the time to compete. Looks like the fifth game tomorrow.

I don't have any rest inside. I'm tired because of those dragons... mainly in mental terms.

I wonder if the rest of the dragons will come out with something too...

"Monster Paradise: This competition is particularly popular among the nine competitions. The fierce demons collected by our Arena and the athletes survived to sharpen the battle. Royale:\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\ "\"\\ "\"\ "\\\

Gucao

The demon unleashed on the arena is the familiar one with the dog's face.

Cobolt. Miscellaneous fish, huh?

Am I heterogeneous in this place with that sentiment?

The vast majority of athletes are bibibi hips. Maybe he doesn't have experience fighting demons.

Just so we're clear, they should all have the strength to freak out about Kobolt. Yet my hips are drawn, I guess, because of the strong preconception that demons coming from lack of experience are horrible.

I guess it's because I know that that the operator has deliberately served such cluttered fish.

If you exaggerate, I don't think it's better if I don't put my hands on it. I put my sword on it and put my arms around it and become an audience.

This Battle Royale is a survival battle. You don't have to fight, you don't have to fight. You just have to stand to the end. That's why you don't have to go out of your way to cut demons from yourself.

You can't end up like this Kobolt anyway, so you just have to wait until the strong one comes out.

The cobolt that came out is roughly 100. The opposing players are roughly 50. Almost double the number.

Although the competition is popular with the audience, it is rarely popular with athletes. That's because it's more dangerous than anything else.

He stands by so that the knight can get out soon, but there have been things in the past that haven't happened in time. That is, if you say it without clouding your words, death.

Popularity and the values of this world are responsible for not losing this competition despite such accidents.

Protect your own life. That's everything. A dangerous world. I blame others all the time and I don't have a kiri.

So all self-responsibility is a value in this world.

"Wave 2 Input"

What followed was a mixed herd. From goblins and miscellaneous fish like orcs to strong demons like orgasms and black tigers, are they really a bunch of different demons, no? When it comes to herds, there is too little entanglement.

Each selfishly seeks his prey and comes towards him.

"Well, let's do it"

I finally made my move with the A-status coming out.

"Les, kitschick! It's time!"

"Help me quickly!

"Hey there! Now our survival is a decision!

A fellow member of the Royal College uttered words and rushed over to my side.

Two men and one woman. He's a boy who remembers Gilk's orders and re-names them, a girl who sees a little rush, and a manned boy who already thinks he won.

Battle Royale had become common in its form, fighting for each school. I mean, it's a party fight.

Making people accustomed to fighting demons is pre construction. The real deal was that they just didn't get their hands on it because it was a pain in the ass, but they would be tough on their own now that Grade A. came out.

My mission is to keep them alive as much as possible. That's Commander-in-Chief Gilk's operation.

"Everybody down to the battlefield wall. Then magically cover it."

"Copy that." "Okay! I'll take care of the rest.

The three of his companions follow the instructions and descend to the wall opposite the demon. Now it's a good placement if you only care about it before.

Looking beside him, the other schools were wrapped together in one, ready for the avant-garde rear guard split demon. So let's face the demons together.

When I saw it, I thought. He says it sucks.

It's too close. There's an avant-garde and a rear guard, only about 15 meters free. At that distance, a strong demon can be packed in an instant. Then there's no point in being in the rear guard.

Is this still the kind of difference in experience?

We, the Royal College team, are going through progress. So I know what it means to fall back, too.

Getting back as far as you can is fundamental to the rear guard. That it is a distance from which magic or ranged attacks can be made. That's what I know.

Other school athletes who don't know about it are turning their gaze behind them to blame for relying on me.

I give the signal by hand to get rid of the eyes of such reproach against them.

Then magic is unleashed from the rear onto a bunch of demons. The demon who ate it and was angry rushed in to attack them, but I, the avant-garde, stop it. And then he hit the magic again, decreasing that number one by one.

"Feels good, feels good"

As those words gush out of our mouths, our party is well on its way to reducing the number of demons. Other schools, on the other hand, fell apart early in the day, and there were also those who fell into non-combat.

Oh, my God. It hurt that the firepower guard at the party got hit.

Watching in the stream like that, I found a stable party. It's a knight's school party. All avant-garde, no rear guard. Besides, it was a move I was used to fighting demons.

"That's a knight, I guess."

Whimpering about such a thing, it makes the impending demon look like a twofold mistake.

Grrrrrrrrrrrr

"Whoa, are you the main one?"

Black Tiger roaring low to intimidate. With fierce fangs and nails on his black fur, his golden eyes prey, staring straight at me.

Round your back like a cat animal. It's a system that's still going to fly.

Covered shooting was shot around to avoid the cat demon, and it seems like he's obviously saying he's unwilling to attack it. Perhaps he's afraid he'll attack Class A.

"Common, kitten"

Quickly bend your hands to provoke.

Look at that. Safe around me. He was running away. The party about to collapse was blue, he changed his blood phase, and he rushes away.

But Black Tiger is either on guard or never attacked.

Instead, the Miscellaneous Fish Demon tries to slip through beside me, so when I wave my sword over there, I thought it was a chance, or the Black Tiger jumped at me.

I give a shout out to Black Tiger, who jumped from behind me, screaming that the three guards were in danger.

But with my spatial skills, I knew perfectly what Black Tiger was doing, and I never looked back, sticking my sword straight behind me. The sword, fortified by magic filling, skewered the Black Tiger without resistance or anything, trembling fine with the voice of its terminator.

"Black Cat Skewers Served with a Piece"

"Kitchick still skewered a Class A despite his strong desire."

When I joked and broiled the black cat in the fire, I heard a voice from the rear that was somewhere dazzling with relief.

But such relief also rocks the ground simultaneously between bundles.

"Whoa!

If you look at it, the Knights School party that was showing a steady battle earlier is collapsing. Its opponents are two augs and a black cat. Looks like they disintegrated because of a Class A attack at a time.

Meanwhile, the Knights School party is on the verge of collapsing.

Should I help?

If we keep this up, we're gonna die for the worst, okay?

"Pinch, Pinch, Knights School, Pinch, Pinch, Pinch, Pinch, Pinch, Pinch, Pinch."

If you look at anything else here, you haven't fallen off, but most people seemed to have a close limit. Blood runs from everywhere, some of them pointing in a direction without arms or feet.

Oh, man, I wish I'd retired soon.

With that in mind, I thought there was going to be a dead man like this, and I'm going to start annihilating.

"Come, Flamewind Sword"

The magic that I chanted in the pose of sticking my hand forward activated to cover me up. Blades of blazing fire. It drew a spiral as if it were sucked in and fitted into a single sword.

It's a process to make the sword appear. It's not an attack. But the process alone turned the demons around me into dust.

Until now, this was not the way to activate. Only the sword appeared, and the activation alone did not defeat the enemy.

That's because my imagination is completely different before and now.

My previous imagination of a fiery wind sword produced a wind blade by waving a sword made of flames and consumed its built-in magic.

If you fix this to the Maris formula,

"Flaming Sword" + "Wind Blade" = "Flaming Wind Sword"

be.

Meanwhile, the flame-style sword that I spoke of this time condensed and compressed the blade of a desolate flame. This is the first imaginary process possible with magic skills.

This image process cannot be represented by the Maris formula. Because this magical liver is only for magic manipulation.

Magic manipulation beyond magic manipulation. It's the first magic that's ever been possible. Even the servant Charstena will not be able to imitate this magic. It is a magic that we have developed from our opposing minds to Charstena, who has been lightly puffed and even developed the magic of the Fire Dragon.

In other words, it would be called a completely different kind of magic. It is what should be called a flame-style sword modification, so to speak.

The characteristics of the modification are where anything I can use magic can be used as a sword. Some things are not much magic, but conversely, they can be much better magic than before.

The magic I compressed this time was Aerial Fire. A typical example of this.

Compressing fire and wind storms, this flamewind sword modification had to activate the Aerial Fire once in the process, which burned the surrounding demons and turned them into ashes.

Clear the perimeter at the moment it is activated and compress its energy intact. Much more fortified than the previous Flamewind sword.

And a second trait. That lies in not having to wave a sword. It didn't have to be a sword when it came to attack, just because it was easy to hold and can also be used for defense.

By releasing the compressed Aerial Fire, the blade of fire was made oriented, and its shape, operability and power became freer than before.

These things resulted in significant performance gains for Flamewind Swords. If the only thing that has changed is to give you lower performance, is that the number of bullets has decreased?

This is because adjusting the amount of ammunition to be released can shoot as many bullets as before, but it will drastically reduce its power, so it will not do so.

If we do that, it's not a conversation that must always be controlled by a magician, because we're just talking about making it a normal flame-style sword that doesn't have to do that.

"Flamewind sword, one mould, phoenix!

A bird made of fire that appeared to crawl out of the overhead change. Its body swirls with sharp turbulence, shaking the body of the phoenix with a lilac.

The phoenix swallows three A grades as it flies, and chops them into pieces and turns them into dust. That's not the end of it, and the remaining demons fly around the arena when they're involved one after another.

Finally, when he climbs high in the sky, he releases everything he has hidden within it, fulfilling his role and disappearing while shining red like the sun.

"Nah, nah, what's the magic of the moment huh ⁉R"

The moderator opens his eyes wide and speaks for the audience.

"Was that magic...?

I've seen it many times. My specialty in magic. Charstena was astonished that it had turned into something so powerful that it could not be compared to the previous one.

"Is that... magic...?

Sylvia just opens her eyes when she can't believe it. The magic was too heterogeneous for her, full of magical talent.

She was talented enough to instantly grasp what kind of image process was needed once she saw it, and she couldn't make up the magical image she was now.

That's the first time for her. That made her make hopeful observations again. That is, it made me think that it was not magic.

That is not a mistake. Because change is a phenomenon that cannot be explained by magic principles alone.

"And yet, Kitchick, what is he going to ⁉ “ I wonder if he doesn ’ t know the rules for helping other schools ”

"Ah..."

Or I did...

There's no point in surviving if the rest of the school helps...

You can give everyone points...

Wow, I did it...

"Duh Duh Duh Duh."

Words of reprimand fly from the guild.

"I'm an asshole. I'm an asshole."

An asshole choruses out at me for ruining my earlier move.

Asshole.

Asshole.

Ahoy.

Phew.

Ahoho

Apo

"Go Phoenix"

"Ah, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no."

The host who created the cause of this call was being chased around by the Firebird.

Burn to death.

I'm in the middle of hitting the host with the depression of the dragon appearance that's been going on since the last time. The host, who is being chased by a phoenix that also lightly burns up Grade A, is Mike walking single-handedly. The audience stopped calling and was in blue.

"When this happens, the next demon and" Phoenix, go away. "

Instantly kill the newly put demon with a phoenix on the host's signal, increasing the number of tracking birds to two.

"Ha-ha-ha, I'm a genius."

I laugh loudly and proclaim forcefully. None of us want to stand up to that proclamation. They are all afraid of what they will do later.

So the host scream and day 4 of the militant tournament in my laughter closed.

"Come on, somebody stop it."

Due to the audience's enthusiasm during the day, and sometimes sweating, the arena also calms down at night, feeling the cold rather than the heat. The winter sky was clear, and only the moonlight emitted by the broken moon in half leaking from between the clouds illuminated the arena.

"It sucks...?

I leaked such a grunt in the arena where one person, no one else, was gone.

To say what sucks, this militant tournament was initially to be won by an overwhelming difference. I'll be out = the winner and everyone at Royal College was thinking.

But if you open the lid, it's the same as the Knights School. Furthermore, there is little difference with the school of magic.

This is due to the fact that it has not been a decent point except for the first day of the obstacle race. By the time we first planned, we were just about to be able to afford it.

The victory or loss of a militant tournament is determined by the score of all competitions. The scores vary depending on the competition, but generally those ranked as obstacle racing or dancing have the following points: 50 points in the first place, 30 points in the second place, and 10 points in the third place. In addition, regardless of the ranking of Monster Paradise, the main point is that the competition can be cleared by one person with 10 points. The tournament has 150 points in the first place, 90 points in the second place and 30 points in the third place.

I expected to have a score of over 200 points by now in my plans. By the way, dancing and borrowing races can't even come within 3rd place, 0 points. Monster Paradise Score for 4 Survivors, 40 points. But this is the same for other schools.

The only thing combined with the 50 points of the # 1 obstacle race is a total of 90 points. I only have half my plans.

It's the dragons. It's definitely their fault.

If Fire Dragon hadn't come out for the obstacle race, there would have been a guy who could have scored a goal in second or third place, and if borrowing was anything else, it wouldn't have been. Dick beat me...

I regret not bringing him here, but I do not stand behind him. It's too late.

The last three...

Seems the white dragon is active in the treatment of the injured, so hopefully you'll be satisfied with it, the problem is thunder dragon and wearise.

There are three more I'm leaving out of the competition between Charstena and Gold.

Those two competitions aren't like dragons coming out, so they probably come out to me. Honestly, I can't predict what happens when those two come out.

So the other one has no dragon jamming, I'd like to think. White dragon or, given the second time, that might be a hopeful observation...

Anyway, the other one has to win at all costs...

Charstena will surely take first place, and Gold... that's no good. That competition is just like Anna, and even if it comes first from me, judging by it, it seems like it could be 50th or something. Besides, that one of his...

That stupid couple went into some crazy competition. It's helping when it comes to helping.

Well, you should be able to combine Charstena and my share and take the next 100. 150 even if the Knights School wins everything else.

I can catch up enough with a tournament win.

But if I can't take one place, it's pretty bad. Even if you win the tournament, there's a chance you won't win the tournament overall.

If we don't win the last one at all...

"... Kitchick"

"Wow! Surprised..."

"Sorry.... I didn't mean to surprise you"

"Never mind, I was Bo. It was my fault too... if Sylvia hadn't called me, I could have just gotten it from behind..."

"... you'd be able to pay me back before he stabbed you, wouldn't you?

"Hey, you're gonna die with Colo"

We talked at a light pace as we stepped aside.

I don't regret dying in the world before me. There are many reasons. One reason would be that there was nothing left to regret or untrained in the previous world, or that you admire a different world like this one.

But I'm sure the primary reason is because there's something here that wasn't in the world before. And that I haven't had the discomfort I've always had with you. I'm sure that's why you don't want to go back to the world before.

"... Kitchick, is it true what happened yesterday?

"Yesterday...?

"If I look into you, you have to care."

"Oh, about that. Yeah, it's true. While my idiot blamed me for overdoing it. Well, as far as I'm concerned, it's not a bad thing to sell your name."

It seems more interesting if the request comes in if the name is sold. However, I think it would be best to become somewhat famous because it would only get in the way if it were just for my purpose.

I just know the world isn't going to be so good. So this is how they do things like sell names.

"Really? Okay, I'll ask you."

Is it thoughtful, Sylvia hasn't even shown a bewildering gesture and has tried to pull information directly from the person.

If they say that without hesitation, this one is going to shrivel. Sylvia's tough eyes go hand in hand, and she feels like a child being questioned by a student chairwoman or teacher.

I don't know...

"I recently told Charstena that you couldn't afford it before the Cliff Mountain procession. Why is that?

"Ha, you have no hesitation. I didn't think they'd ask me directly."

"... I thought it would be quicker to ask the person in person... if it was annoying, I would ask Charstena"

"No, that's fine.... I guess I couldn't afford it because, um, I was tired"

"... so you were avoiding Charstena?

Doubts arose in the narrowed eyes. You look at me and you seem to be thinking about why you should avoid it.

"That's another reason. I didn't want to get Shalls involved because I was doing something dangerous at the time."

Before Cliff Mountain progresses... dangerous acts...

Two keywords. Any possible Kitchick behavior from here was in any way involved in that case?

That story of cliff mountain progression has been passed across the country to the School of Magic as well.

The story was somewhere, uncomfortable, but I didn't want to find out who that discomfort was, because the facts must have screwed over while it was coming through.

But isn't this the identity of discomfort?

Sylvia heard that the immortal hero noticed an anomaly and was holding back the progression. He also said the undead got the Shizuku of the world tree and eliminated the cause of the progression with it.

He then hears that the power of the four heroes of the Fire Dragon Raid combined with the power of a large number of knights, then those living around him, defeated the demon.

Sylvia was uncomfortable with this.

How did the undead get the Shizuku of the World Tree while suppressing the anomaly?

The Shizukuishi of the world tree is invaluable. There's one way to get that. They say we have to go to the foot of the world tree. Cliff Mountain and the World Tree Forest are a year's journey each way. How were you suppressing the anomaly during that time, as the undead went to get it?

Normally, the rest of the heroes would have suppressed it. But wouldn't that tell them it was those three people who were suppressing the anomaly?

There were other strange stories.

The story of the Ice Dragon showing up, the big sword coming down from the sky, and the water dragon braces made a new way again?

The weirdest story was about the demons degenerating.

When I heard this, I laughed with my nose at how stupid it was, but a few adventurers actually said the same thing about seeing it.

There are things in the world that I don't know yet that I feel the size of the world.

"... have you seen the progression?

"I saw it, rather than actually went through it. Not just me, but quite a few of the guys who are here have been through this."

"Yes......... is it true that the demon has degenerated?

"Oh."

That's where the facts come in.

Once you hear how Gilk made it up, it'll be a hassle in the future. I know there's a difference between my perception and that of the other person, but I don't know what's different, so I have trouble telling you how.

It's a hassle to explain it from the beginning.

"You were a fact...... that's funny"

You really think so? And so much so that I want to hear, Sylvia has the same tight eyes.

Does she not like emotional expression?

I always have sharp eyes.

"Ahhh, Ray, Ray, Ray, Ray."

"Dick?"

A slightly teary-eyed Dick came running over with the voice of a child like everywhere, who did not seem to have dominated the tournament for two years in a row, making it the culmination of the Knights School.

Whose flirtatious, tournament-focused athletes are now in line.

"Thanks!

"Huh?"

Gatchilli caught me and said I didn't know how to help you, Dick.

Is Sylvia confused by such a sudden appearance of Dick, making her gaze wander between me and Dick?

"Ray, please! Take me to the Knights School Inn!

"No, why not? Go home alone."

"Alice and I got away!

"... so?

That's all I say no matter how long I wait, so I encourage you to continue.

What the hell is wrong with you?

"I'm lost..."

"... a child"

"Huh? It's a kid, isn't it?

What are you talking about? Are you okay? Dick, I'm gonna look at you like that.

Can't this guy get through the irony?

Silvia, who was listening in silence, seemed to have been poked into the void by the way Dick looked, and her tight eyes seemed a little loose.

"Ray, please."

"Okay, okay. You know, you can just send it, right? Alice the Parent to the Child."

"Thanks Ray!

I don't know where the Knights School Inn is, so you can send Alice to the kid. Alice, the guardian, would need to be searching around for the child by now, so she should be moving hard.

Expand the space and capture people's movements.

Who's running around with... three of them?

I hope it's one of these...

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"Is that it? Are you... Mr. Sylvia? I fought in the finals last year..."

Dick is the first person I've noticed when I was called out. Did Sylvia not like it or declare a kick-ass war?

"...... not like last year. I will surely defeat you."

"Oh, yeah."

What's that payback?

There's more. "I can't beat you either," or "If you can beat me, take me down."

What are you snorting at? Did he agree to be knocked down?

Sylvia feels and resents such a Dikuld reply as not being dealt with. But don't put it on the table and leave quietly.

"Don't I have a declaration of war?

Sylvia stopped to the voice. Look back slowly and open your mouth.

"... Dikuld Berstead is a snowflake to me, someone with the strength I deserve to declare war.... Kitchick, you're the other way around. I don't feel like losing to you. If you're going to declare war, it's from you to me."

Sylvia said only when challenging her personality.

"Well, then I won't declare war either."

In the dark you say back that you are inferior to me.

Often, he exchanges his gaze silently. Dick seemed a little uncomfortable in it.

A one-touch atmosphere flows on the spot.

…………

".................. hun"

Sylvia exhaled one nose and walked away from the spot.

"You were a belligerent other than..."

I didn't expect you to provoke me there. I was going to have a pretty peaceful conversation with her.

I didn't know you were going to say that just to bring it up.

And I gave it back with a provocation. Me too...

Still, she seems to be extra confident. Or maybe he left it at Dick's. Am I being seen weak because of that?

Well, but it doesn't look weak enough to be dealt with at all. It's as lame as you're bothering to look me up.

I'd like to see her game for once.

Gilk said, sounds like we'll do quite a bit, but I'd like to see how much it is.

"Oh, that girl scares me... she's so stunned"

"Indeed."

I strongly agreed with Dick's whining.

I was looking at her back as she left, thinking that if she had so many wrinkles between her eyebrows, she'd be wrinkled.

"... shall we go home too?"

"Yeah. Please, Ray. Because when I go home alone, it won't be tomorrow."

"Yes, sir."

As such, I brought my childhood friend, who was directionally tone-deaf, to the guardian and then returned to the inn.

When you leave, look at the pitiful childhood tame who can get parents to sit up...