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

Day 5 of the militant tournament.

The first of two qualifying rounds. The other person is Nikkin, who belongs to Sleeveless School.

I don't think I'm 12 years old. Without hiding my gobbly muscles, I rather dress with an interrupted tip from my shoulder showing off as a delight. He wore only the so-called sleeveless and looked very cold from the side, but he was busy showing his own flesh and didn't seem to feel the cold.

"... a brave man"

Being such a bodybuilder opponent, I am dressed in luxury moffy fur clothes and dressed in mid-winter. I don't think we're going to fight this outfit.

But I don't feel like taking this off. Because it's so cold today. Is today's temperature in the process of passing even on the cold front, –2 degrees? When I wake up in the morning, there is snow that wasn't there until yesterday, and even the wind is added to the snowstorm.

A brave man who poses almost naked in that.

I want to applaud him for that. To his courage and muscular love I wanted to go outside in that outfit.

You'll be a real muscle enthusiast when you get here. I can't imitate it.

"Thank you, thank you"

Mr. Nikkin responds to the audience applauding as much as I do. He is a brave man with one hand up and letting the snow build up in his muscles but also not feeling the cold or other fine dust.

"Kitchick, thank you for waiting. I was able to show my muscles to the audience. I'm already satisfied."

"Ha, if you're satisfied, can I win?

"No, that changes the story. I need you to be the one to show me the power that comes out of my beautiful muscles. I'm lucky to be able to compete with you with the power to beat up dragons. Because muscle beauty is the strongest way to let the world know. My muscles, and before the beauty you sink."

Summarizing your current story, Nikkin apparently wants a power battle. Then Dick would be the more deserving opponent, but would I have received one here, sparing his muscular love?

"Kittick, sink into the muscles!

"That's a no!

If you sink, I want to sink into soft, elastic fruit, not bitter muscles. That's how it feels to be a man, living in daily misery.

"Mm, I didn't know you would avoid my beauty..."

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

You were going to fold the noodles, Nikkin, when I came to try to hold you, and I avoided you, I was turned to criticism.

I'd be happy to jump in and say to myself, but I've been trying to hug you again, so I'll kick you in the face and stop.

"So tell me not to do that. You want the power to beat down a dragon, don't you?

"Huh, where I want it!

Grab your fist gently and provoke you, Nikkin. Then, Mr. Nikkin, who swells his biceps and is shaken like a daze.

"Muscle Impact…………"

"............... Yep, dragon flying purnch!

Nikkin you screamed the name of the move and waited for me to scream the name of the move. His unwanted concoction made me a wingman to think abruptly about the name of the move, and I named it just a punch with no twist or anything.

Two fists bump into each other. That was antagonistic… I didn't even.

Makes a vivid noise, fingers. And then, the bones of the arms crumble and bend in the direction of the blanks.

Yes, I did...

"Novo! My muscles!

"Bones."

I don't care how you look at it, I have bone problems, not muscles. But he seems to be more important to hurt muscles than that.

It's muscle love I looked up to.

"Phew, not yet. I'm not right-handed, I'm left-handed. You can't lose on the left."

"What? Still willing?

"Naturally! I'm not giving up until I tell my love to my muscles!

Fighting spirit? Don't be cold, Mr. Nikkin. I shake my left hand as if I forgot about my broken right arm.

Seriously. Great muscle love.

I admired it honestly. But it's a different story.

My left bicep!

"No, that's why he said bones."

Apparently the muscles are still more important to him than the broken arms in a strange direction.

"Phew Phew Phew, not yet. The power of your feet is three times that of your arms. My muscle exploration will defeat your power."

"What? Seriously? You still quit?

"My muscle love is still burning high!

Nikkin, you let go of the kick. I swing my fist down to match it.

"Novo! My calf."

"... bones."

I knew it didn't make sense to go in there. But I couldn't help but go in.

"Madu, madu, madu, madu"

"No, no, don't do it anymore. You haven't even turned Lu Rhythm because of the pain. You're just standing there doing the best you can, right?

"Here we go! Before my, muscular love, heh...!

I was impressed. I've never seen a man with great muscle love before. I'm sure for him, the muscles are lovers, companions, and irreplaceable.

I'm impressed with him for putting up so much body for that muscle.

"Mr. Nikkin, I respect you. You're the only one who loves muscles that much."

I was in tears with emotion. The audience is also applauded for their standing ovations.

"That's you, so let me show you. This is my real blow."

Nikkin, I'll respond to your muscles with power.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha."

Strongly gripping fists, he slammed them to the ground with momentum.

The light of a limit breakthrough using all magic shines strongly. Thanks to the whole use of full magic, it overflows many times as much power as it has ever been. Isn't it four times lighter than usual physically?

Looks like the cap is up.

Dogoaaaaaaaa

A crack runs on the ground, the surrounding ground thrives, and at the same time the crushed ground blasts and blows away.

From the blast, including the rocks, while sheltering you, Nikkin, I leave the scene.

"This is my power."

"Excellent. Excellent power!

It was the moment when friendship sprouted on me and you, Nikkin.

"Caaaaaaa"

"Wow!

Gragras and rocking ground. It was one boy who was playing a game in front of him who had a phenomenon like an earthquake.

The audience had fallen out of balance or grabbed and endured support.

"Oh, thank you."

"Never mind, Alice. That's a hell of a blow. It's like an earthquake."

"How can you stand so normal in that earthquake..."

Alice turns her gaze toward Dikuld.

"Nevertheless, I guess I'll cancel today's game then"

"So..."

Dikuld glanced at the stage of the cracked, rumbled, and submerged arena and thought he would not be able to play that game.

Alice also gave her consent with a bitter laugh when she saw the sight ahead that tracked her gaze.

These two aren't human...

I woke up with the noise of the building and the sound of things falling.

"Earthquake...?

First experience. I knew it as knowledge, but there's something really shaky about the ground.

With that in mind, I waited on the bed for the sway to subside. I didn't shelter my head or get under my desk.

I had the pride of being able to cope with whatever happened.

The shake didn't last that long.

When the wobble subsides, I wake up and start getting myself together.

"Is the city safe?

I won't go out in such a hurry to whine.

The shake I felt wasn't as big as it was, and it would be to the extent that things fell down a little.

I tried to put it in my mouth and worry about it, but it wouldn't be catastrophic or anything.

After finishing his personal duties, he headed to the arena.

I felt a little too much yesterday to go to bed inside. Kitchick's game may be over by now, but let's go check it out. After that, there's that monster game, and then there's it.

I thought so, and when I got to the arena, I saw something outrageous.

There was a catastrophe spreading that I didn't think would happen. Cracks on the ground that are obviously strange, even compared to the outside. And most importantly, the rise and fall stage.

I soon found out that this was what caused the earthquake earlier.

What happened...?

A crack that runs from the center of the stage. And only the ground that fell in the middle.

Someone was there after something was done.

And the person who did it soon found out.

Kitty.

From the order of the game, he's the only one. Who seems to be able to do this?

…………

I was just staring at the tragedy.

What kind of magic...

I was not on the spot. I thought I would have used powerful magic again. I never dreamed of punching this...

"Hey, muscles are great"

I totally had an affair with you, Nikkin, and I talked to you. Listening to his love for the muscles, I'm starting to like the muscles, too.

I've seen my father's muscles before and have longed for them, but a man may still have longed for those things.

"Yes, sir. Because I already know. And why did you do that? The people who run it are in a hurry to fix it, right?

"Hahaha, hey Nikkin, I was touched by your will and I didn't think..."

Hey, I didn't know it was gonna be that far...

Breaking the limits. Don't be afraid.

I knew the more magic I would use, the more upside I would get, but I didn't know it would be there...

I regret that there is a time limit. If it weren't, that would seem like the only thing that could make it strongest...

"It's not funny... I need to think about people more"

"Yeah, well, you are. I'll be careful this time."

That's what Charstena says. Too much.

Let's be a little bit more concerned with operations in the future. No, but some people are struggling because of the operation.

It could have been a good payback in a way.

"I wonder if you really know"

"It's okay, it's okay. Let's go back to Gold."

"Oh, that..."

Charstena, to put it all out, gave a slightly subtle look.

"What's that competition? It's me..."

"Oh, why is that? It feels like it, doesn't it?

I really don't know what it is. I think I'm going to do it in a different frame than the militant tournament.

It's a tournament in the first place...

Do it in a different frame.

Me and Charstena headed to the audience. The Gilks will be there first, and they'll be taking their seats.

After the game, I was incapacitated by a breakthrough. Charstena was treating me with it. The others are left with all the flirtatious guys.

Thanks to Sharstena's presence, I was able to restore a little magic, so I could talk to you, Nikkin, just like I did when I was a demon.

Charstena was frightened if she could talk to me later, but she couldn't contain the fever that had arisen between me and you, Nikkin.

Forgot about winning or losing games and talked about muscle and power enthusiastically.

The game was my win for once. Nikkin, you impressed me with my power, or you just surrendered.

'There will be no dispute or anything among those who love the same muscles,' he conceded the win.

Now I will have won. Nikkin, I want you to pass second place.

Climb the stairs at the edge of the arena and descend the seats and stairs, side by side, made to descend towards the center of the circle.

As me and Charstena pass by, the audience stares at each other. I don't know if I'm looking at me completely celebrity or Charstena, a super beautiful girl. Maybe you're right about both.

I don't know how much Charstena's visibility is, but from what I hear, he seems to be well known for his previous appearances, and is occasionally called out as he walks.

Most of them are men with a little frustration, but she's used to being an idol-like position at Royal College. Looks like it's flushing properly.

"Oh, that!

With that in mind, a girl looked nervous and called out to me. Is the year a little bit higher? Taller than me but taller than Charstena.

Me and Charstena feel a little bit above average, so she could be around 16 or something.

I guess I'm a fan of Charstena again.

Are you a rare female fan?

It's called Dick and the good Charstena, and instead of this kind of TV, it's something you can often fan in a world without magazines or pictures.

I take a step back, thinking like any other HR.

I'm sorry to interrupt because I've been so brave.

"What is it?

Charstena asks in a topical tone.

"Um! Mr. Kitchick's game was amazing! Shake hands, please!

"Huh? Me? Oh, thank you."

He's been giving me his hand, not Charstena. I shake the hand I was offered, thanking you.

Charstena looked a little uninteresting, but I want you to be patient because I would have always looked like that, too.

"Can I shake your hand, too?

"Oh, me and me"

The audiences who watched it around have asked for it to be shaken one hand after another in a derisive fashion.

It stinks a little because I'm not used to it.

"Guys."

"Thank you"

"Oh, hey, you're beautiful, hey, hey."

Carefully repeat each hand shake. Occasionally, Charstena stepped on me, but I was able to get it done safely without hurrying into anything strange.

"Huh, popularity is hard."

"... let's go quickly"

"Mr. Charstena, are you being a little obstinate?

"I'm not obstinate!

I stubbornly chased Charstena out because I wasn't dealing with her, or because I was jealous.

"It's late. It's already started."

"Bad, bad. I was surrounded by fans."

"What's that enviable situation? Instead."

"Asshole. Well, it's probably a low tension today."

Usually, it's like, "What are you doing? ⁉ It's starting. ⁉" But today's gilk is quiet. Normal mode.

"I don't recognize that as a martial arts competition. And dancing."

"So what?

"Shut up. I didn't think it was a martial arts tournament either. Mostly, because you didn't see this great dance of mine, what does that score mean? Don't look at me like that, why are you doing this, Chief Judge? If you were a judge, convince that wolf. Or give me about 100 points."

"Yes, yes, it is."

Anna, still unconvinced by the dancing scrutiny, gets dissatisfied here and here. Starting with my stupidity towards Judge Okama, I was wondering if I could help but want to complain, and he even complained to me like eight hits.

Because I'm unscrupulous, I glanced at the stage, flushing it properly.

It had barely been repaired yet, but only the centre, which had become a crater, had been beautifully remodeled. There were four chosen judges and moderators this time, as well as the chief examiner.

"Who are those four? I think I've seen someone on the right..."

Who is it? I think it happened recently...

I don't know anything else.

"From the right, the Knights of Lykeberg, Father, Principal of the School of Magic, Emperor of the Yambalk Empire."

Gilk stayed seated and introduced me in turn.

Father means... king ⁉ and emperor ⁉

No, no, it's not good. If the top of the big country had come here like this.

"What? That sucks, huh? There's no assassination, is there?

Asshole, this is the safest place on this continent right now.

Sure if you ask me.

I've got two tops in the country. You should have enough security for that, too.

For that, my sword tried to publicly assassinate Gilk.

Let's just think about it because I didn't think I'd do it.

"Well, sure... but all of a sudden war... or something, right?

"I don't know. I don't know that. Our empire and I are not particularly close. But we know each other's power. It's not a war all of a sudden. This martial arts tournament started out as a way to get closer together so that none of that would happen."

"Heh, you're close. I wish we could get along."

The Knights School has won for the last two years or so, hasn't it? I don't know before that, but Lykeberg is winning because of the peculiarity of Dick, but Yambalk keeps losing.

So this year, it's pretty depressing over there, isn't it?

When that happens, the skirmish starts, and at the end of the day, I hope it doesn't become a war...

I like to fight, but I hate war.

I've never experienced it before, but I think the war is hard. Maybe that's because my teaching in Japan is still in me.

The story of the old war was also about the civil war in Syria, which was taking place just before he died.

I was a bystander, but everything I heard was sad and hard. I've never heard any good news.

That's the war, I believe.

The value that good things can't happen is settled in me.

So I don't want there to be as much war as possible.

"So, what's a one-shot show like?

"Boring."

"I knew it."

Even the artist in charge rarely finds a one-shot show interesting, but he knows a student's one-shot show.

"Gold, not yet."

I want to go home and sleep fast because I am tired because I have pushed my limits. If you see Gold's one-shot art, let's go home immediately. It's not funny anyway.

"Oh, I'm out!

"Do it or something."

Gilk returns to Charstena, who told her of the fingering Gold appearance, in such a way as, oh man.

Gilk is also apparently a pie who wants to go home soon.

Gold waved to this one with a slight look on his face and stood on stage. You don't look too nervous.

"Entry Number 85" Gold Ooh "

"Ha, one shot artistic mah ~ su"

The audience found out a little bit about Gordo, who replied with the same distraction as usual. In a loose atmosphere, Gold stuck his butt out and put his hand forward.

It's like sitting on a toilet potty. The air that I knew was slightly distracting.

Boo-hoo.

Gold floated in the sky in the toilet position. Bu, carry the sound that makes you want to hold your nose when you hear it.

If you look closely, there's something out of his ass.

Somebody fart? I said.

It was a fart indeed from those who did not know Karakuri. It just looks farty. Flying in the sky with farts.

Actually, it seems to be the power of the skill of magic spraying, but if you listen carefully, what Gold is doing is no different than farting.

They're flying with magic instead of air.

Besides, that system seems to be the most stable when you try to fly straight to their bad things.

Let's get this straight.

Dirty.

The majority of the audience is donning. The judges have a cramped face, too.

But I was impressed.

He told me not to fart so grandly in front of kings and emperors often.

Hit me in the neck with disrespect, I hope not...

Gold climbs high in the sky as he builds the fart tower.

He... he's thinking about going home, isn't he?

Fifteen minutes later, there was a golden man clashing to the ground with a look like a cha-cha.