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

"Fireball!

Girl screaming her magic name in a young voice. The young gray-haired girl's unleashed fireball buries Goblin away.

"Brilliant. You got stronger in a little while, Saila."

"Yeah, I practice every day!

"I don't know, Sarah."

We were in a meadow on the outskirts of Gartham now. The goal is to raise the level of Sarah. Around still over 50, it's still far from evolutionary, but it had grown to an arm that could instantly kill to the extent of goblins.

She was just a little village innkeeper, and while I remember her growing up to this point, I capture my next goal.

There are times when the city is close, and the number of demons is low. There are just a few demons straying from the mountains.

But as a young, weak person, she's just fine.

"That way, let's go"

Find an affordable opponent and take Saila and Seatella on a move. Sheitella doesn't have anything to fight about, but she wants to follow me, so I brought her in.

Sheitella said she tried everything while she was keeping it with Gilk. Because of Gilk's roots, he tried various things with the manager of the store for a day and the owner of the inn for a day, but none of them would have shot her in the heart.

As such, I followed her today as an adventurer for a day, but she was thorough in her tour without the ability to fight.

I talked to Seatella as she slowly walked around after Sayla running around saying caca the meadow.

"Seatella, is there anything you want to do?

'Yes, because I'm not equipped with the ability to feel like doing something'

…………

I was saddened by her words, which were inorganic and not emotional. Was it a different feeling that you felt that Seaterra had feelings then?

"I thought I was equipped, so I took him out."

'It can't be. The previous master was sick that I didn't have a heart. "

That genius? Are you sick?

... sick?

"No. That guy who doesn't have a handle on anything but his confidence and head, he gets sick? No."

'That's not true. The previous master was trying to create a complete person.'

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

That's what the bad guys do, right?

What? What?

Do I have to destroy that annoying genius?

... Let's do it with pleasure. I'll blow his stuff to pieces from one end, and stop - and I'll give you the guidance where I cried out.

"Brother Kitchick ~! There was a goblin ~!

Whoa, there were other guys who had to be destroyed first.

"Sarah, you can do it! Be careful!

"Mm-hmm."

"I'm home now, Ray. You ran away all of a sudden. How long have I been... what are you doing?

Dobba and I open the door and Anna punches her anger as she jumps in with Anger Max. But Anna solidifies when she sees the hanging gilk.

"Mr. Kitchick! Why should I go home first... eh ⁉"

"Enough, Lou..."

"Ray, this bitch says...... what play?

Then came Lucy, Sylvia, and Charstena. Everyone sees the gilk hanging uniformly with a rope and a wooden knife in front of it and solidifies it on tap for a second.

"No, don't get me wrong. This is the punishment Gilk promised."

Me in a hurry to deny it. There's a gilk so you can put it on.

"That's right! It's a reward in the name of retribution. Don't interrupt me!

I say, and I'm going to turn my face to say I did it the last time.

You son of a bitch!

"Seriously, I'm going to kill you, because you're demeaning yourself."

"Ha-ha-ha, no, it's not me! Ray is the only reward!

"It's too late."

Gilk hastily tries to kick me off when he realizes it's a suicide bombing statement, but it's already too late. They all look the same when Anna tells me they want my brother's pants.

"Mr. Kittick, let's go to sex...... so is your hobby. Wow, I'll do my best!

"No! No, you don't have to work hard!

What do you want me to say? This girl is ⁉

Do that with your sister.

"I can't beat Lucy! Ray, I'll do my best!

"Stop it, Char. ⁉ Don't fight it. ⁉"

For God's sake, Charstena stay put!

"I'm a donkey."

"I just don't want you to tell me."

"Why?"

Kick Anna with a wooden knife who's been grabbing her. I make a desperate excuse that I'm going to be branded a pervert as it is.

Sylvia says something to me that makes such an excuse.

"Help yourself."

That said, Sylvia's gone somewhere. Stay mistaken.

"Wait a minute, Collar, at least listen to your excuses before you go home."

My cry just sounded vainly inn.

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your patience. This day has finally arrived. - The main battle of the Martial Arts Games.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh."

A louder cheer than a loudspeaker. The martial arts tournament, which has been daunting to this day, has finally been overcrowded.

The main battle begins!

"The militant tournament also has 7 days left! Let's get excited."

Nori's good audience cheers again. Along with that, he reflected the tournament table on the screen.

"Day 1 of the match: Match 1: Entry of the players -"

Two fully armed boys came out of empty holes east and west of the arena.

"Is it the final to hit with Dick..."

He doesn't even look at the two people who enter, and burns the tournament table he just saw in his eyes for the first time. Next to it Gilk was desperately writing it down.

"Well, I guess I'll go to the stockroom too"

"Oh, what is Mr. Pervert willing to do by going to the modem early?

Anna and I are really going to have fun getting back at each other.

After that, desperate persuasion solved any misunderstandings other than Sylvia's who was there.

Nonetheless, the main house makes fun of me. Come on, let's threaten him a little.

"Come on, or I'll make you spend the night in a quarantine space full of bugs."

"Ah, this is such a time already! Excuse me!"

Anna wrapping her tail in a big hurry. Where the hell do you think you're going?

"Damn, this is what happens when you find a person's weakness. Yakuza."

"You're still shelving until you're stunning. No, I'm afraid so."

"Shut up. It's also because you got me involved and blew yourself up, isn't it?

What are you afraid of? If you hadn't spoken of what you didn't want then, you wouldn't have created such a misunderstanding.

You're just like Anna.

The main battle of the martial arts tournament is divided into seven days. All 64 games today. Tomorrow we have 32 games and 128 people who have won the qualifying round come down in half each day, with only one winner remaining. And it is no exaggeration to say that the school to which the winner belongs is a militant tournament winning school.

The margin between the three winning candidates is 0. So far, that's the best rate.

Until the request contest, we had the lowest score in this. It is uniquely the dragon's fault.

But when he beat the contest with a knot and took first place, Dick, Sylvia's party ensued to it, which was the same point on the overall score.

"WW7! Athlete Admission -"

The door on the side of the pit room's arena slowly opened.

"All right, let's do it"

Equipment is lightweight. He slowly walks out, wearing a breastplate on his everyday clothes and placing his hand on the sword of an orga placed on his hips.

Later 7 times.

I can't lose anymore to fulfill my vows.

"To the east stands the Knights School Sequence # 2, Lizackoo, that instant killing boy, the powerful knight who succeeds Dikuld, against the west, the typhoon eyes of the Games now, Kitchoo, the party he leads slammed a hell of a hundred million dollars in the battle," more! According to our investigation, what an elite adventurer he qualifies as a B-class adventurer at this age.

An investigation... you just saw it when I was watching you, didn't you?

This is a fierce battle to be expected. Let the game begin.

Dawn!

With the signal of initiation, the full-bodied Lizac wraps his magic around his armor. This is followed by a brilliantly decorated and seriously magical pass.

"[incomprehensible]

You turned on the cuckoo, and Lizak took a step when he shouted so in a temperamental voice. Lizak, approaching with the sound of Gasha Gasha and his armor colliding, waved his sword straight up.

"I got it!

Lizak waves the sword down with all his strength when he declares that he has won to me without pulling out his sword and just crossing his arm over his head.

Paki.

After the sound of the tall noise, there was a sound like a broken stone. And a few seconds later, the tip of the sword fell to the ground and rolled.

"Become ⁉ *"

"I'm sorry. No more manipulation."

I was struck by Lyzak, who was stunned by the fact that the sword he shook down broke in two.

Fists harder than magically enhanced armor deforms and crushes to the point where they look taller.

"Knock."

Lizak, who regained me in the vibrations transmitted from his armor, waved a broken sword in a horizontal giraffe if he groaned.

I sandwich a blow with my elbow and knee, like that evil one, and I smack it into pieces.

"Become, stop..."

"Ha-ha-ha."

Destroyed with a weapon, he puts a hip-dropped blow into Lizac, who stepped back from fear. It crushes the last part of the beautiful armor left and pierces it to the belly.

"Gnuh!"

Lizac lost his armor, suppressed his stomach, yoked and lowered. I got a high kick that just had to be missed and flowed into my defenseless face.

"Ho."

"Gah......"

Lyzak, who collapsed with his glue all the way to his white eyes, had his helmet crushed only in the kicked part and only half peeked into his face.

"Overwhelming strength! Winner Kitchen Coo '

"Well done, Ray." That's it! That's all right! I've been waiting for it. Put it on and dump it on the road around here. Our victory is confirmed!

"Ugh, don't try to hold me. Shall's the only one who can hold me."

Push the head of a gooey and excited gilk and dodge the hug. Finally, you don't give me a hug on Charstena. I turn my gaze.

"Just a little bit more, huh?

Gently hug Charstena's body that seems happy for what she said in the way she couldn't help it.

"Hey, asshole"

"What, now is a good place..."

As you indulge in the softness of Charstena, you can hear the irritating voice of Gilk and open your eyes...

"Gahhhhhh"

There was Tabasco.

"Re, ray ⁉"

"My eyes. Ahhh! My eyes are burning."

I keep my eyes down and roll around the floor.

"Water dragon, ooh, ooh, ooh"

"Eh ⁉"

He hurries to create a water dragon and jumps into it. Then, open your eyes and wash your eyes away with torrents.

Basha.

"Ha ha."

"Oh, it's okay, Ray."

"Gilkuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

He ran away.

Fast-running bastard.

"Are you fucking with me? Ha ha, he's superior. Hit him in a hole called a hole until this bokeh tabasco empties."

"Eh, hey Ray ⁉ *"

That day a scream echoed in Gartham that made me want to cover my ears with the sorrow I heard when the castle hidden in the clouds perished.

Day 5 of the main battle.

I stopped playing well and made it to the top 8.

Today's opponent is Singen. This day has finally arrived. Ever since I lost that day, I've been in a hurry.

Now is the time to give back that day's loss. Now without restriction or manoeuvre.

"Confrontation of the Causes: A confrontation between two causes that clashed in the qualifying round. Last time, a kitchen that could not be used like magic suffered a loss, but today it is different. Can Singen stop a kitchen that is no longer restricted and liberated? ⁉ ♪ And which winner of this confrontation is it? ⁉

Me and Singen smiling at each other in the starting position.

The sound of the copper tongue on the start signal echoed across the arena.

"I never thought I'd get a chance to cross my sword again. You must have misjudged Lord Kitchick's strength."

"My strength, it's like my partner's power."

Exchange words, slowly walking over with the signals of initiation.

"Ha, don't be so modest. A business that no one else can do, such as tame a dragon. It's also in Lord Kittick's power."

"Don't be so praiseworthy. But you won't give up winning if you're stirred up, okay?

It's so peaceful that I don't think I'm going to fight it, but then I can't keep an eye on them for a moment.

"It's unwanted care. The victory will be taken by itself. You should start again. Have a real game!

That's the real start signal for us.

The moment we overlap each other, the blade from which we came out is pulled out. Singen is a wind-cut knife extraction technique, a blow that puts his strength on the speed at which he pulls out a knife. I've got my hips spinning. Strike in a strong blow.

Dogga!

The moment each other's swords cross, the four legs plunge into the ground. Stepping in and the ground that couldn't resist the impact of each other's swords swallowed our feet like tofu.

It is deep every time the silver wire overlaps, crushing the ground wide.

"Brilliant! Brilliant! This is the second time I've met someone who's been able to cross a blade so far with a serious awkward man!

"Well, thank you. I'm, uh, about the fifth!

When I tried to return it in similar terms from my antagonism for Singen, the numbers came to my mind in a staggering way. I think I've come across quite a few before.

After all, Lord Kitchick can't be a piece of cake.

"It's this line over here! Demon Blast!"

For a moment, I struck a demon blast while I could. When Singen cut it in two, he jumped away.

The mutilated demon blast balls scratched out.

Damn, what the hell is this skill?

"I've seen that move before. You can't defeat an awkward man with something like that. Let's say it again now. Awkward people cut their magic. Whatever it is, if it's magic, it can all be deactivated."

"Reasonably replenished or not, magic will disappear."

That's very troublesome. I didn't know even filled magic would be powerless...

A demonic costume wouldn't mean anything to a Singen opponent. You've got some nasty skills...

With that in mind, I couldn't help but be excited. The stronger the enemy, the stronger it burns.

"Come."

I barely had a sword. I stuck my left arm out. A vortex of fire envelops me and burns up violently. Eventually, the fire that never subsides is condensed into one.

"Flaming Wind Sword!

The wild fire was trapped inside a bright red burning sword that would fit into his protruding left hand.

"On this occasion, what is magic... you should see something coming"

"Come on, I don't know."

Two swords, I approach Singen.

My meeting with Singen earlier was mutual. Swords and knives are different weapons, but you can say that your skills are mutually reinforcing.

But one thing Singen is mistaken.

My sword is a free sword that doesn't fit into shape. I'm no match for Dick with pure sword arms. Still, they competed because my swordsmanship didn't fight with just one sword.

Stop Singen with the sword of Auga and slash him with the burning sword on the left.

Sometimes it's fist.

Also sometimes magic.

And now it's duplicitous and...

Singen, whose hands have doubled and cannot be dealt with by the sword alone, moves his body hard and scratches it with a single piece of paper.

"Come on, let's go."

"Is that all?

As I steadily carve through the lacerations and burns, taking care not to touch Singen's sword, I fly Singen's sword with a strong-arm blow. In that shock, Singen turned his back on his upper body to a large extent, as did those who did not let go of the sword.

"Fix!"

"What did you do?"

I fixed Singen's arm trying to get the knife back right away.

"If it's a zero distance, you can't deactivate it, can you?

"Rest in peace."

Yes, Singen was stunned, but I expected what I would do.

"Eat, Phoenix."

I throw a flamewind sword at Singen, and I leave in a flash.

A storm of fire that eliminates containment strikes Singen as a blade.

That's nothing like the stopping I once used on the Demon King. Even magic that is comparable in power to advanced magic is being compressed and attacked with more power because of the power it has put in like an idiot.

Singen receives the attack alive without being able to defend it. I don't think he's going to die, but he's going to suffer a lot of damage.

A storm of flaming blades that wouldn't heal after a dozen seconds suddenly scratched out. Just like when they turned the demon bomb into two.

"Time's up."

When I squeal like that, I rebuild my sword.

Fixed spaces have time limits. That's the same for inversion and rebellion.

Approximately 10 seconds. I don't usually have a problem with that because I only use it for a moment, but I can't forbid it to be insufficient in cases like now.

Look for the shadow of Singen, who is invisible due to the remnants of magic.

Where is it?

Girish and tension increase. Sweat tells her cheeks and she falls on the ground in a potpourri.

That was sudden.

There was a hole in a pile of dirt and burning cusp that could stand in. There was nothing in the hole as if something had passed there at a high speed.

Instead of what Singen looks like, I don't see one bug.

Dobba! Dobba!

A continuous sound rang out moments after that. When I looked in that sounding direction, there was a small hole in the ground.

"What the hell is this?"

I'm pretty sure Singen is doing something. But I didn't immediately see the relationship between this intermittent sound and why I couldn't see Singen.

In doing so, the sound is closer, and the destruction marks flirt with me as if they were circles.

Think!

A hole created suddenly in the smoke. A continuous sound and a trail like something stepped on. And disappeared Singen.

Something to do with this...

I was suddenly remembering my previous battles.

Singen's last attack, that one didn't show up in my eyes either.

But Singen was moving behind me then.

I mean, this is...

"Tornado"

A gust winding up in the sky. It triggered me, too, and it's a tornado.

And it also involved Singen, who was traveling fast.

"Have you been seen?"

Yes, in the gully and swirling wind. Singen screams with joy for some reason. Clothes are already worn out. Her upper body is naked and her lower body clothes are also black burnt and gone by more than half. The body peeking in between is countless burns and laceration marks.

"But it doesn't work for the awkward any more than it is magic."

That being said, unwrought Singen cut the tornado. Then the wind subsides so that it is cut open from there, returning to the calm sky.

"I knew it. It doesn't work."

I smiled at my mouth and stepped out into the quieter sky (...).

"Wet! Isn't that what you're after?

Yes, my aim is not to stop Singen from moving. The goal was to invite you to my realm.

"I'll pay you back! Singen!"

Singen flatters me and twists my mouth, half-eyed, overlapping the sun.

"Hit me in the eye."

Faster than a meteorite directly below, falling at an unstoppable rate in people's eyes. The shock hangs with Gunn on his disguised arm.

"Gahahahahahaha"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa."

The mood pours out of my mouth. My fist captures Singen's dovetail and falls to the ground without killing the momentum. At the same time the roaring noise and earthly smoke.

Me and Singen were swallowed up in it.

"Duh, what the hell happened? ⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉R I can no longer keep up with you."

Moderators begin to abandon their jobs to dramatically changing war situations. Dick leaked his voice to such a moderator's voice.

"Ray won."

"I see you well, such a move. I don't know what it is..."

Alice, who was beside her, replied Dick's whining.

"Slightly, though. We both used similar moves. Ray's was only moving straight, so maybe instantaneously. Singen's, I don't know the name of the move, but it must have been a form of qigong because it was wrapped around Xianqi's legs."

In Dick's eyes, Singen's movements were visible. He and Charles Stena were the only students on this scene. Even though it was difficult to keep up with the eyes, I was able to catch them.

In other words, it was not impossible to react to Singen's movements.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The smoke that was standing in spreads, and my figure is exposed from the ground that's dented like a crater. And at the same time, the figure of Singen falling into the big letters at its feet became clear.

"Complete defeat,"

"That's not true. If I'd been a little behind in realizing who the moves were, I'd have been the one to lose."

"Ha ha ha... one scratch, no kitschick, no matter what the lord tells you, it's not convincing, isn't it?"

Maybe.

There were dangerous occasions, but as it turned out, I was standing there intact. Singen had accepted that without excuse.

And yet I shouldn't be making excuses instead.

"This time it's my win. We'll do it when we get another chance."

"Want, where..."

Singen lost consciousness when she finished saying that. Give me a satisfied look.