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

"Come either way!

As if to answer such a challenging invitation, the two Sylvias disappeared. Immediately after that, a vigilant sound rings in my head. I'll ignore it and intercept Sylvia.

The tall sound of metal hitting each other turned back. That's the sound of Sylvia's knife being played into the demonic costume.

"Right there!

I swung my right hand like a pawn and attacked Sylvia behind my back. But the attack that should have captured Sylvia's body perfectly,

"Become ⁉ *"

Bare Sylvia's body and cut the sky.

The knife cut Sylvia in two as if she had cut the smoke. And Sylvia instantly regains that look. There was a grin creeping from absolute confidence in his face.

Kickin '!

There was another tall noise behind my back. That means that Sylvia attacked me differently from Sylvia in front of me.

"Whoa!

I waved my arm around my right again. And again, the arms cut off the sky, bare through Sylvia's body.

"What's going on?"

I screamed unexpectedly at that phenomenon, which was repeated many times. I don't care how many times I repeat it, I can't capture Sylvia. No, I'm capturing. But it doesn't hit. I can't guess.

It was a very bad fight for my heart. My assault tore Sylvia in two over and over again, and every time, I didn't kill her, did I? And I was thrilled.

Sylvia, who I see with my eyes, was dead many times. But the lack of feeling of turning off the meat transmitted to the arm denies it.

Rotate your right hand whenever the sound of a kid rings and circle around. And tear Sylvia's body apart. This repeat. I feel like I'm circling around on ice.

My attacks will pass, and Sylvia's attacks will not be stopped by demon costumes. That repetition.

Repeated dozens of times. That eventually, no, finally ripped my fangs off.

"Ugh... drunk..."

I didn't fall to the ground. My eyes turned.

Sylvia relentlessly repeats the attack on me dressed in such a pitiful manner.

All four (...) Sylvia, waving a knife around me, were uniformly in a hurry on her face.

My attack won't hit. But Sylvia's attack won't pass either. Sylvia seems anxious about it.

In its eyes, the impatience was hidden by the sweat it conveyed, and the movement was cluttered.

As opposed to Sylvia rushing to settle such a settlement, I was in no position to struggle with nausea rather than panic.

Wet.

I didn't know you were going to get into such a pit...

Shuntian fantasy, it's a horrible move. I didn't expect you to render someone incapacitated...

I could afford to think such a joke. Because Sylvia's attacks were light and powerful, which hardly led to the sharpening of her demonic costume, so her magic was barely sharpened.

This can withstand an hour without replenishing it.

On the other hand, unlike me who thinks about it because it doesn't heal nausea so quickly, Sylvia in seriousness itself is showing visible and impatience.

Doesn't this mean we're close to losing magic?

Is it a move with heavy magic consumption?

I imagined to mislead the nausea, wondering if I would settle to lose my magic and fall while I was still suffering from nausea.

And what came to mind was the look of Sylvia rolling over to the big letters with her magic running out next to me vomiting. And look at that. The moderator declares my victory.

Hey, pity...

What's that way of winning? You're too dassa.

You have no way to win that in the semifinals...

In order to avoid such a pitiful way of winning, I turn my thoughts around about Shuntian fantasy.

What information do you have?

It consumes a lot of magic (maybe).

Split.

The attack is transmitted.

Appears suddenly.

Drunk.

............... I have no idea.

I don't know if the sudden appearance is a flash, or if it's a move Singen was making, I don't know if the split up or the attack will slip through.

And you're drunk?

Don't put me on the list until I don't need you!

With such a lonely penetration in my heart, I expanded my space to gather information.

"What...?

I accidentally leaked a dumb voice.

What is this?

That's crazy. No, that's disgusting.

What is this...

The surroundings perceived in the space were completely different from what was visible to the eye.

In a nutshell, the space was screwed.

An object that suddenly appears and disappears in that threaded bent space.

And the space screws around again.

This is... spatial magic!

Is Sylvia using space magic!

Yes, this was similar to the phenomenon seen when we used spatial magic. One difference is that it wasn't a magically oriented bend activated for the purpose of twisting, it was guzzling. Perhaps because of the secondary twisting of the space, the space is clutteringly bent.

Well, this move was using space magic. That means suddenly it appears that... you're traveling momentarily! Then there's an explanation for this gucha space as well.

So what's keeping you from splitting up or attacking... why?

... No, wait.

Weird in the first place.

The space's crooked, so why does the view stay clear?

You're supposed to look normally gnarly, right?

There's something else Tane...

"Ha ha."

"Ha ha."

Sylvia's breath was getting rough with close limits. The breathing sound was heard independently, in the direction of right, left, top, bottom and pieces.

Right...... ok.

Shuntian Fantasy Torn or Torn

When I get up Gabba reaches out to Sylvia in front of me.

Sylvia showed her movement. She narrowed her eyes surprisingly to see what she was willing to do to me, but she wouldn't loosen her hands on the attack. Rather, nothing was allowed to increase the intensity of the attack. But you can't break my demon costume to that extent.

And the slowly stretched hands reach Silvia's chest - Mommy Mommy Mommy.

However, the fingers penetrate intact without touching anything soft.

Hassle...

…………

A moment of silence. This must be my fault.

I accidentally rested my attacking hand. It was all my fault that Sylvia, who held my chest, and the audience who were cheering, were quiet back, and my spine was poised to kill me for getting cold.

"Shuntian Fantasy Torn or Torn"

It's my fault, it's my fault, but I screamed out loud as if to put the quiet place back together.

…………

Sylvia pierces silence again. To be sexually harassed, to look at me like I'm seeing a pervert, to get an aura out of my way?

Or - from not being able to talk (...)?

"Hey, all I can say is brilliant. Hide the distortion of space that you can do with instant travel, with something of a delusional system, and even leave your appearance on the spot after instant travel. But what's to be spared is that Sylvia doesn't have the offense."

I perused the identity of Sylvia's moves so that I could match the answers. It would be a nuisance if it came from Sylvia.

After such a long silence, Sylvia answers her hand away from her chest, which I really don't know why, but was crossing to cover her chest.

"………… you're right"

It's a very small voice, and I hear answers that no one but me would have heard, and I'm horrified.

"Though I thought you were stupid..."

"Hey."

"You can also use an outgoing head. But don't worry, that's all we won."

I said the last word with a tight glance. Her figure disappeared...... I didn't.

"Hey, why?"

"I fixed the space to be traveled instantly."

Momentary travel is very delicate.

Momentary travel is the magic of connecting the destination to the space you are in now, making it fall and moving. You can't travel instantaneously if you have something on the move or the space doesn't connect in the first place.

This time we interrupted connecting the spaces.

To connect spaces, space must be severely distorted. That distortion becomes the way, allowing for instantaneous movement.

So I tried not to cause distortion by fixing that space. Only then can we disrupt instantaneous movement.

"How the hell did you... why did you go there in the first place?"

"Did you identify him? That's easy. We just need to fix where the distortion occurred in the space."

This move doesn't work for me anymore. I can react instantly without having to fix it.

"Surrender, Sylvia. We're almost out of magic, aren't we?

Yes, I urged him to surrender. Because I don't want to wave a sword or fist at my girl opponent. If you're a man, here's the real deal, Dokan, I'll do Bokan, but I can feel you're dealing with a girl.

Sylvia uttered words to squeeze out such care of me.

"... I don't like it... I would never surrender! How come I've been working so hard to beat that guy this past year, and yet I can't get it? ⁉ How come you're not even that guy? ⁉"

Sylvia is exposed in her chest and cries out. I cry out with tears for my desire to beat Dick for this past year's efforts.

While there are those in the audience who are in tune with their tears and cheer Sylvia with hollows and tears.

…………

I shut my mouth without knowing what to say.

I guess her efforts were real. That move proves it right. It wasn't a half-breed move.

It was the best substitute I've ever seen to call it a move.

A thought made move. To go with it, create a phantom and confuse the other person. And even transmitted to the secondary effect of separation.

Her efforts to combine it and elevate it as one move, which is likely to be established as a move, were crushed by me.

"My efforts were such that I couldn't hurt you one more time. ⁉ Hey, answer me. ⁉ My efforts were only in vain. ⁉ That man, Dikuld, I couldn't hurt you one more time, I could only do so much effort. ⁉"

Her grieving cry determines my heart.

Have you suffered one scratch...

Sure it is. I didn't end up with another scratch. I'm intact with the two opponents I was thinking of as a struggling opponent.

Singen was happy to accept the matter. He said he had a goal again.

But not in her case. For her, I'm both front seat and front seat. I'm only the one standing in the way of Dick.

She couldn't scratch me like that. She's pessimistic about what her efforts have been this past year.

This is my sin. It was my sin, a crack in that creature, to have a child as good as she could not scratch one.

I'm not the only one who got stronger with reincarnation cheats. Everything around me has changed so much.

As a result, I made her cry. I stepped on that effort.

What can I say to her like that?

Can I say something like, "Effort won't be wasted," or some day you'll be rewarded, or something like that?

Looking for words to hang like that. Out of my mouth,

"Short"

It was a word of

But that word, which he forcefully told in a clear tone, stopped her from crying.

"What..."

For a moment, I open my mouth again as the arena solidifies, including Sylvia.

"I said it was short."

Both Sylvia and the audience push silence to the words they uttered in a strong tone.

"I can't scratch one. All I could do was try? No. Waste of effort? No. You worked so hard to beat Dick for a year? Not enough."

"What's missing, what's missing? ⁉ Every day, from morning to evening, I've worked hard, and yet...

"10 years..."

I told Sylvia to scream in agony.

"Ten years, no more years, I've been trying."

"That's me..."

"To beat Dick."

Again overlaid Sylvia's words. And continue with the exaggeration.

"Me and Dick are childhood friends. I've been friends since I was so tempted. Play for us was always a battle. How long have we been rivals?"

When was the last time you started playing football?

I've had so many battles that I can't remember that beginning anymore.

"7825 Wins, 7825 Losses, 3 Draws"

When did you two start saying how many wins you had and the draw?

How long was it decided like an implicit rule?

"That's all I did every day like an idiot. To keep Dick from beating me, Dick raised himself to keep me from beating him. That's still the same."

We were each other's goals. The nearest goal was a long way off. But still, Dick and I tried to stay away from our goal to fulfill our vows.

"Me and Dick. That's how I've been trying for over 10 years. It's not enough. It's too short. Don't think you can catch up in just one year."

I feel like I'm saying terrible things myself. But I have to tell you. It's me if you keep track of this little girl.

This is my sin. I have to tell you, I'm guilty even more here.

"I don't know if your efforts this past year have been in vain. But it's true that I couldn't scratch one. But that's never because it's futile. It's just not enough. If you want to join our relationship, Sylvia, I'm not saying 10 years. You work hard enough to match that. We don't run or hide."

I guess she's worked really hard this past year. So I just wanted to avoid making you think that the effort had been wasted. I wanted to change it from the goal of winning a martial arts tournament to the goal of beating me and Dick by adding that it wasn't wasted enough and that I could always join.

That's about all I could say from my mouth was penance.

I don't know what Sylvia thought of such relentless words of penance. But my eyes soften as if the load had been removed and lightened.

"Ten years... you two are idiots"

"Could be"

"I... don't want to be one of those idiots."

That said, she gave me her first smile. He had a very gorgeous and bright smile. And

"My loss."

Sylvia admitted to losing. Furthermore, a moment after Sylvia's surrender,

"Sylvia surrendered - Kitchick's final decision -"

My finals have been decided.

"Kitchick final decision -"

I was watching the sight in the audience.

"Finally. This day is finally here."

"Kee, chief knight?

It was a long time.

I've been waiting for this day ever since Ray and I broke up.

"Oh, that calm down. Hey, what are you doing?

Alice's words didn't come into my ear. When I grabbed the proof of my vows, I jumped onto the stage.

"Ray-ray-ray"

Contrary to that time. Now he threw proof from me.

Ray grabbed it with one hand and looked at the contents of his hand before removing the necklace.

And they threw it at me. Now I'll take it.

I didn't have a choice. [M] As much as I want to start a fight on this occasion right now.

You guessed how I felt like that, Ray.

"Early."

One word, that's what I said.

"Ha, sorry. I can't stand it."

"A child? No, you were a child. But wait till tomorrow, okay? I don't have the stage ready for the corner."

That's what Ray said. He waved blah blah blah and left the stage. And only Sylvia and I, the intruder, are left on the stage.

"Yep..."

Even though I served myself, I was left with this scared child and two others, and I was speechless immediately.

Sometimes in the battle earlier, I found myself quite the enemy of mine, and I have no words to say.

"Oh, you know, Mr. Sylvia's strong. Confident!

".............................. pu"

Why are you laughing?

I tried to encourage Ray to lose and he would be depressed, but Sylvia blew it out for some reason.

"I'm sorry, but when I look at you again, you're childish."

"What? I'm only 13, so I'm a kid, right?

You're a funny guy, aren't you?

Do I usually look like an adult?

I'm glad to hear that...

Well, I'm an adult, aren't I?

"Right..."

So Sylvia turned a warm eye to me. What is it? I have the same eyes as my mother.

This guy, he's not sure.

"Knight Commander, don't come back."

"Yi ⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉\82

I was frightened by Alice's voice screaming single-handedly at the microphone she had taken from Prince Gilk.

This is Alice's voice when she's angry. What do we do...?

"You're just a kid at all, him too"

Even if you lose an adult face, you have something in you...

I feel more childish than I am old because of my mind.

With that in mind, I saw a piece of wood that Dick threw at me.

It's been six years, buddy.

Look at the shards of the nostalgic wooden sword as if they were a reminder of the past, and grip them snugly.

"No machining, no nothing. Just like that? If you say it's him, it's him."

Let's take this opportunity to process this as well. What would you like?

The same sword is a dashi. It's like a pair of looks, so I don't like it.

He made the wooden sword into the shape of a sword, so do you want it to be a shield?

Yeah, let's do that. You look like a knight.

I opened the door to the modem, thinking about what to do with the shield design.

"All right, hurry up when you get home..."

And solidify.

"As soon as I get home, what?

Charstena was there with a full smile on her face.

Akan. This is Akan. You're angry...

"Yes, no, I thought I'd process this for a second..."

"Heh, yeah. That's right, I'd like to hear it. You knew it was a phantom then, didn't you?

"Also, of course. Oh, it's not like I didn't spot you on the spot, is it?

Yeah, of course I knew. Santa is already dressed in red, but I knew it.

"You've been quick-bending your hands for that, haven't you?

"Oh, that was to make Sylvia false... yes"

Ha ha, all you get is a dry laugh. I wonder why?

"That's right. You're here to make a mistake. By the way, how about this kind of void?

"Gahhhhhhh"

Apparently, there's a boom winding up in different worlds that puts Tabasco in your eyes.

I was thinking about buying underwater glasses.