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

"Uh, Prince Gilk has disappeared somewhere, so I'd like to move on to the next player."

Exhibition matches are also over. There are 6 knights left. In contrast, there are three student federations. Simple calculations, I have to pull two out on my own.

But we have a winner. Get rid of the fun and the purely strong ones will fight now. Drain the knight's liver.

"The next appearance is Anna! One of the members of the party who knocked out a broken figure of 100 million in a recent request contest! Also, the remaining Gold, Charstena, and even today's brawling Kitchick were members of that party! Strength is unknown! But to her, who doesn't think she's weak, expectations increase!

That's what the host expects. You liked the comment, Anna chests her nose high.

"Huh, ma, naturally! I'll show you where I'm super active."

Anna jumped onto the stage with so much confidence. On both hands, a slender sword is held one at a time. The grip is light and loose. But in Anna's set-up, which cannot be said to have gaps, the opponent, the knight, rang his throat slightly gooky.

As an active knight, her demeanor seems to be unpleasant. On the contrary, the knight's face gets tense when he says there is no shortage as his opponent.

Anna, on the other hand, also increases tension and weakens at the same time. Her weakness is transmitted to the point where she remembers the illusion that she is going to lose strength somewhere, even with that look that is serious at all times.

The tension between the two across the street culminated and the audience breathed unexpectedly into the tingling air.

Dawnnnnn

The sound of the bronze shots at the start of the match moved both of their legs at the same time. The knight, oddly the same double-swordsman as Anna, steps forcefully closer. But Anna, on the other hand, approaches the knight in a light-hearted footstep where she can't even hear footsteps.

Two shadows that collide. It makes 10 degrees of contact in just a few seasons and passes with momentum intact, as if it had replaced the starting position.

The steps of a rapidly spinning knight. The ground screams unbearably. In contrast, Anna twists the direction of her body as she rotates forward and backward without suddenly stopping.

The two who were on their way again clash again without stopping the movement for a moment. Two shadows bump into each other and leave again. The spark was scattered in its errors, and the noise sounded late and sharp again and again.

The two figures who repeat it at considerable speed also look as if the two shadows are staggered. Shadows that repeat linear motion and shadows that bounce from time to time. The two shadows weave together, the sword dance also looked as if it were dancing.

But the movement was mutual, good or bad. There's always no sign of a battle. It had only been about a minute since the start, but the collision had already exceeded 30. But neither of them has even suffered abrasions.

You bit your teeth into such a situation, Anna suddenly changed her movements. Stop going towards the grump and stop moving.

To Anna like that, while the knight heightens his guard, he doesn't stop his legs. No alarm. Look for and take the best solution to make sure you can take one step and one more step for yourself.

Anna's sword scratched out when the two tried to collide again. Rapid acceleration, from a state of weakness with bran. Not only the knight, but I couldn't keep up with that rapid change again.

Silver wire is brilliant. It was a blow that determined the battle in an instant, with both the metal-specific, tall sounds.

The sound of a piece called a quinn. A circle and two silver colors dance in the sky. It was the sword of a knight who was bounced away by Anna's sword, which was swept out during the moment.

"I won."

Anna declared victory with a delightful look, backed by a pair of swords that doth softly pierce the ground. The knight, whose neck was crucified by her like that, had his eyes open, as he had been taken in disquiet.

Invisible attack using a rush. You can call it a move that wiped out the preliminary motion to the extreme. As impressed by the motion, the knight let go and gave praise and admitted to losing.

"Brilliant. It's my loss."

"Huh, what's it like?"

Anna nodding back proudly, v-signs high when she lowers her sword softly. And for the first time a decent cheer flies. Standing ovation of the audience watching the battle with breath.

Anna smiled satisfactorily, sticking her toes to the ground to make sure she and Tonton were on the ground, looking at her next opponent.

Anna's next opponent was an elderly female knight. The main weapon is a bow. This battle will be determined by whether Anna, who is good at melee combat, can get close to her opponent.

When I did the force analysis that way, the signal to start sounded.

A female knight with a bow in a flowing motion. And release the bow in a streamlined motion as it is. Glowing arrows. It was evidence of magic.

The bow is also fast. Perhaps due to the strength of the strings. Is it also an assist of the wind, the arrows accelerate further and rapidly narrow the distance?

However, against its accelerating arrows, Anna's movement was slow.

Lightly and naturally, as if walking on water. Every time she took a step, she could see ripples spreading across the water.

The ripples transmitted to its surface show a beautiful and overlapping spread.

"Water Mirror"

That's when I did see it. Let Anna be pierced by an arrow. Look at Anna pushed down by the momentum of a grassy arrow.

And get Anna blended into the ground.

"Become ⁉ *"

The consternation belonged to the knight. I didn't know Anna was staring where she disappeared, but if you look, the bow strings are slit.

And there's Anna, who should have been pierced and disappeared...

"Hehe, what do you say? You did, didn't you?

"Come... I'm here"

A female knight who regrettably admitted to losing. Neither I nor anyone around me understood what had happened. The only thing I know is that Anna moved instantly.

In a way this was a move that was not an exaggeration to say the rear guard crushed. A super proximity type of anna has a method of moving like an instantaneous movement. Only then was he a natural enemy of the guard position.

Anna won two in a row following Gilk. But her limits were close. In the third battle that followed, Anna herself was declared surrendered due to the lack of magic, even though she did not use the momentary movement ahead and fought well in a way like the first. Hi. I hear that move has poor magic consumption at the quarantine space level.

However, Anna's declaration of surrender was clear and clear, and there seemed to be nothing left to remember.

'Then I'm a Gold player! He has a grand fart in front of the king and emperor, the bearer of the spirit he looked up to! What the hell kind of battle will you show me!

There it is, and so is that.

"I'll take Anna's revenge! Anna got hit. I'll do it back about 3.6 times!

"I didn't even get a blow, and that subtle number came one way or the other. Well, win it right, huh?

"Leave it to me!

Until sometime I was in the mood, Gordo was given Anna's truly chilled return, which I recently woke up to.

Wouldn't it be okay if I fell for her? I've been feeling sorry for Gold lately, I...

"Come on, Batch Coy! If you win, you can kiss Anna!

"I didn't say a word about that."

"Is that it?"

Anna, who was at the end of the game and had a drink in one hand, accidentally blew it out and threw a container containing the drink.

Apparently Anna won't be able to respond much, so Gold finally got the automatic translator. I guess any word has turned into a sweet word for him.

"Was it a hug? Or a knee pillow?

"So when did I say that?"

"Eh, what's your reward?

Gold demanded that Anna be rewarded.

No, really, I have to apprentice, too. Lately, I think. I wonder if I'm too healthy. Isn't it time to flirt with Charstena as you desire?

"Well, then, hi, knee pillow. Oh, I'll give it to you! So, or win!

"Yay ~ yay"

Oh, you're gonna ask for it. Let me try it too.... No, wait?

Knee pillow...... you got it.

Hugs...... dozens of times.

Kiss... you are.

Ahead... don't get caught if you're underage.

You don't have to ask for it.

I mean, well, if anything happens, let's ask for it.

"Come on, let's start a fight where Gold's knee pillow was hanging."

"Hey... ⁉"

Anna blushed and gnawed at the moderator's words. Needless to say, it was no longer a well-known fact, but Anna, who was unaware of it, was ashamed to say she was known.

I don't know if he's normal or perverted anymore...

Put down my question like that.

A game of burning gold on the knee pillow began. Rarely motivated, Gold releases his magic as he roars. I started wrapping that around my body.

"Knee pillows--"

... That's not the name of the move, is it?

Gold's scream and the completion of the demonic costume overlapped in Dompisha so much that such a suspicion of the name of the move arose.

Gold's wrapped demon costume was a little different from mine. My demon costume is the slim one that made the Demon King into a model, whereas Gold's was a mess. High density magic combined Gold's shield and flesh so much that the shape could be seen. Big and thick again, as if the arm itself were a shield.

If I were to name that demon costume, it would be a shield. Demonic costume weighing on the shield. That was Gold's demonic costume.

"How much?

In an open-minded tone, Gold stepped out with his shield deeply in place. At that moment, the demonic costume wrapped around his back bounces and flies, no, it was sprayed, like assisting him in his steps.

Acceleration by magic injection rides the shield through Gold. It approached the knight with a linear acceleration, as if it were a bullfight. However, the movement is straight-line and therefore easy to read. The knight stood still as if he was not sure whether to accept it or not, and eventually chose to avoid it.

But there was only one miscalculation he had. That's...

"Become ⁉ *"

When it came to manipulating magic, Gold had reached the realm of anomaly.

Rapidly reoriented Gold. It was handling that happened by sensing the knight's movements and instantly changing the direction of the magic spray. Furthermore, the shield instantly stretches out like a cage, inhibiting the knight from trying to escape.

A rapidly approaching broad, no longer a wall, Gold's shield approached a knight who had lost his escape.

"Buh...!

The face of a knight subjected to an instantaneous intense G is badly distorted. Gold takes the knight who became a sticker on his shield as if he had been collided by a dump car and accelerates even further as it is. Further stretches the demonic costume, accelerating the shield itself, and crosses the arena as it is.

"Knee pillow Smashieu"

Apparently it was the name of the move.

Dogon! and Gold who deliberately caused a collision with the wall. The name of the move that came out of him was filled with greed. But the knight who was sandwiched with such desires and walls was not an indulgence.

The knight, bitterly moaning as he was about to be crushed, barely kept conscious of the slabs against the sturdy built wall. But...

"from ~, knee pillow jetto"

Gold's desire was one better piece. Gold reinforces compression with a full force injection that makes you want to ask if you are willing to make it Peshanko. Gradually a crack occurs in the wall, and the knight's body is screwed into it.

By that time he had white eyes and his face had been shaped vertically, wanting to flatten. I hope it heals...

Thus, when Gordo's magic spray, knowing or suspicious of the word forgiveness, stopped making a pussy gas run out noise, the knight had also skipped the consciousness he had painstakingly kept.

"It's a knee pillow."

By the time the voice of joy sounded, Anna couldn't stand the embarrassment of knee-pillow shouting, holding her face with both hands.

"All right, at the end of the day, it's Shall's turn."

Your stupid Gold has used up his magic with an overattack. When that happens, it is the status quo that does not extend to active knight opponents.

How many minutes do we have verses that make up for the difference between status and combat experience with powerful skills? Simple talent battles still do not extend to active knights.

"Two years ago, she came back on stage after a good fight against a Dikuld player! In a magic dance, it's a look at how much she's grown back on this stage, boiling the audience with unpleasant grand magic!

It's the most prominent game of the day. I don't know why, I don't know the bottom. Is she going to show me the truth today?

"Now, let the game begin."

Along with the signal to start the match, the opponent knight approached Charstena at a fierce speed. A fleshy knight at more speeds than I have fortified my flesh. Obviously a move familiar with Charstena's methods of warfare.

Bring it to the melee with all your might. That's the only way to decide you don't have a chance. I know because I do it a lot too.

Then we can't defeat Charstena.

Charstena's hand braced as she dropped her hips deeply. A flowing line from a razor blade. The blade of silver ties the trajectory so that it turns the other's torso into two straight pieces.

And a small spinned chant carries the wind to the knight who was killed the first shot.

"Burst"

As if magic were released from Charstena's sword, a gust of wind rushed through only the knight in front. The wind is blown up slightly diagonally, slightly cutting off contact between the knight and the ground.

A technique that allows for fine magic manipulation, so to speak.

The amazing thing about Charstena is that she uses the technique instantly, and even though she is in the rear guard position, if she is a co-opponent, she can hit it across the street with her sword.

We are thoroughly overcoming our weaknesses in order to maximize our guards. Therefore, in this case, the weakness is also about attack magic.

To shoot excessively powerful magic with a bang, you may be mistaken, but her real job is restorative magic. Charstena said, 'The healer has to help his people to the end. So you can't fall to the end,' he says.

It is the magic of attack and the arm of the sword.

I think she's very talented. Especially to the extent that I think it's advisable to compare magical talent with others. But for that matter, she's working twice as hard as anyone. I still don't know what drives her that far, but I respect and like that part of Charstena.

I can empathize with the fact that I'm not sweet on talent and I won't stop enhancing myself, and thanks to having her close to me, I could do my best not to lose, too.

So, I get it. Charstena will never lose this battle.

"Water memories, trapped in a raging stream. Water Prison!"

The moment the knight, pushed back by the wind, rebuilt his system and put his foot on the ground, he was trapped within 12 columns of water. A knight surrounded by all sides, as if it were water blown out of a geyser. Even while he accidentally steps into the pressure of the blown water, it tries to shape into a cage. A rising water column spreads as if it were a fountain, with a lid in heaven.

A knight completely trapped. The Quartet was surrounded by water columns that, if touched, would be bounced back, and the heavens closed to thick, spreading water. The knight casts his magic through the sword in an attempt to cut through the cage. But Charstena is not foolish enough to wait too long for it.

Her hand was squeezed.

Along with the pash and sound, water cannons were released from all sides except the ground. An inwardly stretched water column as if it were an iron maiden. It disrupts and shoots the knight as the volume of the cage decreases. The knight's body was shaken violently by the impact from all directions. There is no point in magic wrapped around a sword. Whenever he lines his sword, 10 is shot through by a water cannon.

The trained knight accidentally distorted his face in agony, taking a number that would not remain in shape if it were a live ammunition storm. With such a painful look on his face, he stopped moving.

"Freeze"

The magic of Charstena, which transformed all its own created water into thin blue ice in an instant, was shaped as one sculpture. The wind that blew through there to sew is as cold as it is in the extreme cold of Antarctica.

It's like art deserving of winter in a way. It rapidly takes away the knight's body temperature. Even in this cold season, frozen after being flooded, he blued his lips so much that he could tell over the ice.

"You're going to die more than this."

Sharstena, with a broken look of Rin, squeaked gently, blasting the ice sculpture. Shattered grains of ice reflect on the sun and glitter falls. It looked as if the jewels had splashed.

"Ah, overwhelming - overwhelming the active knight opponent!

Pecori and bowing courtesy Charstena. I applaud and applaud the audience for laughing a little.

"There are two left until the victory of the Student Union:" Was there ever a year before this when the knights were hunted down? ⁉ "But it won't be easy from here on out:" An abnormal child born of the kingdom, a weak crown 15 years old who serves as his vice knight! Ali Su Kyung "

Huh?

Are you kidding me?

"Nice to meet you, please."

Alice, a bite biter with a quick mouth, was also nervous and beefy beside her. I guess that's what real robot dancing is all about. I can't move very well.

"So, are you okay?

"No problem."

"Maybe not..."

Worried about the beefy Alice, Charstena watched her move with her hands over her chest as if she were an ordered knight, giving up and groaning in the mix.

"I have a feeling this is going to be a muddy match..."

My predictions were beautifully betrayed.

"Uh, let's not get started...... Let the game begin!

The host seemed as anxious as I was.

After the game began, Charstena neither moved nor attempted to cast magic. Apparently he's going to put it up waiting for the tension to break. It's a girlfriend kind behavior to everyone.

But Alice's nervousness to receive such gentle care only increases.

"Shirukofuhi-kun"

Yes?

Looks like the heightened tension has reached Max already.

"Oh, my God."

I wonder what the hell she's talking about?

"Hit the strawberry"

I don't know what I'm trying so hard to tell you...

"instantaneous addition"

It was unknown magic. No, maybe it's not magic. The only thing was certain that something about her had changed. Just for a moment, I saw a ray of magic in her hands and feet.

The magic hasn't increased. It hasn't even increased. I said, I didn't haunt demonic costumes like me or Gold, and there wasn't any change like Charstena or Dick.

The atmosphere that just wrapped around me turned into tingling.

- Strong.

That's what I felt intuitively.

That was the same with Charstena. No, she was feeling the change more clearly facing each other.

Alice started traveling fast with a ghoulish remnant of the shadow. At that moment, Charstena chooses to evade, making sure to roll it off its rays. But what was unexpected was her mobility. He followed Charstena, who had dodged him, and kicked up Charstena's belly, which was rotating his body.

It's like a soccer ball, Charstena rising high in the sky. She keeps an eye out for Alice, even with a distressed look on her face.

"... ugh! Voltecker!"

Light red lips spin thunderbolts. The electric shock that crawls through the ground strikes Alice from her feet. Alice retreated in amazement with 'uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh'

"Thunder Memories......"

"I won't let you."

Two landed on the ground almost simultaneously. Charstena starts chanting as soon as she lands, but Alice told her not to, filling the distance without getting her hair in between.

"... ugh, Lightning!

Before he could stop chanting, Charstena hastily completed the magic. However, it is sweet to make because it was suddenly activated magic, just as it was earlier.

Without power in the enchanted magic, it was evidence that Charstena's magic was activated halfway.

But, well, not if they say it's pointless. It wasn't a decision hit, but it served enough to interrupt Alice's approach.

"You suck at compatibility."

Charstena doesn't give me time to chant. Instead of trying to bring it into melee, it's moving with a focus on speed to keep it from chanting anyway.

Furthermore, he kept avoiding the exhausting Charstena attack by taking advantage of its speed.

Charstena can't shoot strong magic without chanting. That's why that move. With fast-acting magic, the range and power are limited, and with speed, we can avoid it. They poked me there well. That was her few weaknesses, so to speak.

"Burst"

Wind magic I also used on the earlier knights. It was the magic that Charstena used a lot when she wanted to get distance. Alice, however, capitalized on its manoeuvrability, coming off a straight line affected by the gust. Keep bypassing and running over Alice.

Evaded by magic, Charstena calmly gripped the sword pattern without haste. Apparently, it challenges the melee.

While running, Alice put her magic into both hands and legs. The magic filling made the reinforced original caged hands and shins to protect both hands and feet a weapon that was no longer available to her based on walking hands.

"Heavenly Pledge"

There was no more tension or anything left of her. Both arms poked straight at her. A palm as open as a palm bottom overlapped the sword line of Charstena. The full blow of both of them worked a repulsion between them so that Gunn and compressed energy could bounce and fly.

Two people who are bounced and blown away behind them.

It was Alice who rebuilt her position first. She moved out with her own shadow again. I don't seem to be willing to let Charstena sing thoroughly.

On the other hand, Charstena, who knows a hundred things about it, intercepts Alice with fast-acting magic.

"Burst"

A breeze directed at Alice again. The ground crushed in previous battles flies like a bullet. But Alice curved it again.

But Alice, who was supposed to have fought the attack, was blown away by a strong shock momentarily later.

"Cah!"

In front of Alice, who flew to a small, screaming letter, was Charstena with her fist protruding. Charstena, disturbed with her hair and clothes, did not miss that slight gap, as if blown by a strong wind.

"Thunder memory, shoot your enemies in the blink of an instant! Lightning"

Charstena waves as she completes the chant quickly. A thunder fell from heaven to match it pierced Alice's entire body.

"Ahhhhhhh"

Alice, shouting up and freaking her body out, was burned by that heat in thunder light and broke her knee. on the ground with traces of her knees burning.

There's a fight.

Charstena softly scratches her disturbed forehead, unwrapped by Alice, who is paralyzed and unable to move her body. Her win was no longer decisive and there was no point in doing it any more. But it was definitely a well-deserved match.

How old are we to fight this far against Charstena? She was strong without complaint.

"Winner Charstener"

In the host's words, Alice wept in her eyes as the loss was confirmed, shaking her body small. Regrettably, biting his lips, he forced his body, still paralyzed, to turn back to escape.

... Should I follow you in?

Yeah, I thought about it for a second, but if you want to follow up, there's someone more competent than me. Let's leave it to him. I want it to fit without remorse if I can.

and the moderator raised an international tension and raised his voice.

"Hounded Knights: Will this continue to be the victory of the Student Union?" 8265; "The last fortress of the Knights is Carambellou, the master of this man, Dikuld."

Dick's master? That guy?

No, no, wait a minute. That's Sequoi! It's against the rules!

"The first degree knight Carambel, now known as the Knight Chief, is no longer the Knights' victory shaken?"

First degree knight?

Sure it wasn't third place from the top?

That's too much...

"I'm sorry. Our captain hates losing like a child. What, I won't let you get hurt. I hope they come all the way."

Exactly adults and children. That wasn't just about height, physique, it was also about strength difference. It's different from previous knights. The pressure on this man, who cemented his will to fight, was not half. It won't last for a few seconds with half-baked strength.

"Is this a little harsh...?

Charstena shrugged at her lack of confidence, as she butted into Carambel's pressure. For the first time today, tension ran in her face and it felt like she'd admitted to losing before she fought.

I suppressed my desire to intrude and cheered to win.

"Shall!"

My voice reached her ears firmly as booming happened the way the knight did and her cheer for Charstena intensified.

I looked back slowly to Charstena,

"If I win, I'll ask you one favor."

That's how I burned your reward. As far as I'm concerned, there's nothing more I want from her, but there may be the other way around. Besides, people can work harder with rewards.

I wanted to see what she meant.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

Charstena nodded so gladly with such a pitiful grin that she accidentally fell in love. Looks like I've got a good feeling.

Even if you can't win with this, you should give it all you can to fight...

"Match starts"

Carambel did not make it slight as the sound of copper clattered. As the word goes, they're going to take Charstena's full power off.

In contrast, Charstena, who had been on heightened alert shortly after the start, saw how he was doing so and lifted his alert.

"I'm coming."

Charstena's body, bravely said as she had decided to be so prepared, was suddenly engulfed in luminescence just dazzling.

Are you serious at last?

I shielded my eyes from the joy of seeing her for real, but I crooked my mouth. Far more dazzling light than we've seen before surrounds the arena. its light was a light as warm and very reassuring as the sun

And when the luminescence subsided, the moment I tried to fit the two of them in my sight facing each other as I leaped my chest into the coming fierce battle.

"Huh?"

Carambel disappeared. That's already sudden.

"What...?

Leaks a blatant voice with no one.

Charstena dressed in pure white luminescence. Even her beautiful hair was wrapped in its pure white, with a peachy glow.

Nowhere was Carambel supposed to be standing in front of that girlfriend.

I'm not moving at a speed that goes unnoticed. Literally, Carambel had disappeared from the scene. It was the event of the moment when vision was covered in white and it opened.

I snapped my throat and squealed.

"Forced transfer (teleport) ……"

My words passed through the quiet arena without any resistance.

Spatial magic, forced transfer. The difficulty is unknown. The best, no, super advanced magic said to be the pinnacle in spatial magic. The wizards who can use it today are enough to count with one hand.

Space magic has the finest magic of instantaneous movement. However, that can only be moved within a very narrow range. Forced metastasis is metastasis magic that has removed its limitations. Theoretically it can be transferred anywhere in the world.

Too genius...

In front of her, like me or Dick's talent, it could be a pebble on the side of the road. I can't believe I have mastered the magic that is said to be able to reach only space magic for decades in just 13...

Peachy hair relaxed in the wind. I couldn't measure the amount of magic she had. The great magic that overflows endlessly like a waterfall. It disappeared somewhere with pure white luminescence, causing the original red hair to hue in the wind.

"And the winner, Charles Stenner, is the victory of the Student Union."

To the smiling Charstena, a great cheer flew. Everyone applauded her with joy for being present at the birth of a new Great Wizard.

On this day she received two names: "The Great Wizard of Pure White". The first time I heard the name, she was scratching her cheeks in the light.

The demands on me, along with the rewards for her, were truly adorable.

"Let me stay next door forever."

That's all she wanted.

……… By the way, the forcibly transferred Carambel was found in the Wang capital. Then Carambel, who returned to the venue three days and three nights in full sickness, awaited the painstaking end of a sermon from the Knights Commander.