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

My father is mighty.

Force, power, knowledge, have it all.

By contrast, I am powerless.

With force, position, knowledge acquired, not even a single yuka could be saved.

I am powerless.

Yuka taught me a lot.

Slaves are human, my father is mighty, I am powerless, and this country is rotten.

By contrast, I could not give her anything but a name.

I knew so much about my helplessness that I couldn't save her. So I asked for strength.

I have power.

The power to protect slaves.

The power to beat my father.

And the power to fulfill the ideals I told her.

After Yuka's death, I fell for it.

I don't do anything during the day, just days of reading books with Bo in my room.

I didn't take the curriculum my father gave me either because I wasn't feeling well.

At night I thought.

During the day I thought I had my father's eyes, and I thought while hiding in my bets.

Do not let my father know that I am rational.

I thought so.

From that side, I played a broken child for losing Yuka.

And around the time Yuika died and February passed. I grew old one by one. That day was my birthday party.

He dressed himself in neat clothes, but his face went to the party out of strength as if he were a loose shell.

My father explained that he was close to me and that my friend was dead. I hid fire in my vain eyes.

He said he never treated Yuka as a person before me...

I received enthusiastic encouragement from the party attendees. But I don't utter a word.

I wanted to show my father that I was broken now.

This could also be on my father's palm. But there was no other hand I could hit than this.

My father was still looking at me with cold eyes. Maybe he was going to figure out if I was broken. But I can't seem to do that at the party.

My father struck me in the hand to shake my heart like that.

Purchase of new slaves.

That's a young girl slave just like Yuika.

My father called the girl a slave and threw her into the cage many times. So they're going to figure out what I really am.

It hurt. My chest was about to be decided.

But I didn't move. My father still didn't stop wondering. The treatment of slave girls becomes more tragic.

I wasn't going to stand for it. So I decided to punch my hand.

"Father, what is a slave?

I asked my father with a thin face and a vain eye. That's something you don't need to hear. But I decided it was a necessary process.

"Things."

My father spoke clearly, without any particular jamming. When I heard the answer, I left Fluffy and my father's study.

My father looked at me like that with surprise.

That's fine. Look at me. And spot it.

I shook out my father's gaze and opened the door to the cage room.

Inside, there was a slave girl who was similarly in sight to Yuka and was in a state of sight.

I'm - ruthless.

I hit a girl. I just hit him. The girl leaks a groan whenever she is beaten. I endured. Just even.

She's the one who's in pain. But it hurt me too.

The beating I did to the girl immediately goes into my father's ear. But my suspicious father never stopped wondering. Instead, it ended up throwing bait in front of the monster.

I have made another huge mistake.

That's the final trial.

The last trial to identify me prepared by my father.

That's - killing a slave girl in front of me.

Was it done in my father's study to awaken my memory? Unlike when I was in Yuka, I wasn't tied up.

I bit my back teeth and just watched the slave girl get killed. I didn't even give a voice. I didn't change my complexion either.

I was ruthless again so that such a tragedy would not happen again. I kicked the girl lying cold on the carpet.

Don't change your complexion.

Don't let my father see the gap.

It's just that I kept giving the dead girl's wreckage a brutal trick.

My father finally stopped suspecting me with it.

And I carried another, crucifix.

From the next day on, I had the day to do the curriculum my father had given me. Just mechanically. I didn't put my emotions on the table.

I did what they just said with no expression, like a yuka.

So time flies. I'm big, and I'm strong. Physically and mentally.

There was only one thing that my father would never rival. Power.

I craved it.

At this time, I'm 17. I was old enough to get involved in the affairs of the country.

My father brought a marriage story to me like that. I accepted it silently. I was playing a silent person.

It's still fast for me to move. That's what I thought. Now is the time to accumulate strength.

My married partner was the daughter of a minister in charge of the state's finances. His name is Carrot Suite.

I had no feelings for her. Because that was my father's prepared opponent. I was rather vigilant.

But that vigilance was unnecessary. Because the Duke's Lady in this country was treated equally irrelevant to power and politics. It was just a tool to deepen the connection between the dukes.

They were things again.

Carrot was just indifferent to slaves. It wasn't like the slaves made something of themselves, or did something of themselves, nor did they turn to kindness again.

Until then when it comes to not being interested, I felt hope there.

Being uninterested means that the emotions directed at slaves are neither negative nor positive 0. If there are more people like her in this country, the treatment of slaves will also change.

I thought so.

My ideals at this time were still small and weak.

I got married and had my own mansion. It was only given to me by my father, but it was a land where I could be free, so to speak, without the eyes of my father.

I bought a slave for her indifference. And while I let them work in the mansion, I hid them.

There was never a cage or anything like that in my mansion. I also pretended to be the same indifference as her and treated them.

That was becoming my waking ideal. ideals I once told her. Create a country where slaves can laugh.

It had turned into creating a country indifferent to slavery.

But there can be no indifference. I still didn't know what a person's heart was.

Having succeeded in hiding my slaves, I set out to change this country. The days began when I would finish off the plan I had thought about for many years into something complete.

I'm 20 years old at this time. I have also accompanied my father in his affairs and stepped on quite a few places. So I could learn. Something called politics. But I didn't have the power to be a goldfish hun.

The politics of this country revolves around the Duke. Civilians second. There is no consideration for slavery at all.

But let's change that. You can keep the Duke at the centre. Civilians are second only.

Let's put consideration for slavery into politics.

But even the Lord must not be against the Father's policy. My father was still mighty.

It's just a flying feather if you blow it, like me.

"Father, could you look at the bill that I have in mind?

"Fine. I won't show you."

I submitted a bill to my father. That was the first step towards my ideals.

"............... Luxeria, what are you going to do? What do you have in mind to prohibit violence against slaves? You still don't understand what I'm saying?

The bill I put out to my father was a bill that contained the prohibition of violent assault on slaves, or cages.

"No, I know. Slaves are things. But since my father taught me that, I've had more doubts about the irrationality of this."

I lied. I am not unreasonably in doubt. I don't know why I don't treat you as a deceased.

But an ideal cannot be achieved without lying. It's more ridiculous to tell this monster to look at slaves as people.

I no longer considered this man my father. It makes me nauseous to think that this monstrous blood is flowing to me too.

But with the blood of this creature, I was able to cling to it. That's all I appreciated.

"You think it's unreasonable?

"Father, slaves are things. Things are resources. Resources are finite. You need to trash your precious resources."

I'm pretty much dyed of this country, too. That even if this country feels strange, it will be affected even if it is in it.

That was the scariest thing for me. I was afraid that I would turn into a monster.

So maybe he was in a hurry.

"... Hmm. I know what they're trying to say. Sure, slaves aren't free either. But slaves need it."

I've been trying to get past this guy for years. I've imitated this man. So naturally I could have anticipated this question.

This is where it comes from.

"No, you don't have to. If we make a law against slaves. Civilians are punished if they violate the law. That keeps us safe. Then we also lay down the law against slaves. If you do, you won't have to do anything unreasonable."

This was the ideal I thought of. placing slaves under the control of the same law as civilians. I thought this would eliminate discrimination against slaves.

"I see. Do you punish, not"? If you do, you won't have to. "

"Father, I've already experimented before I filed the bill in my mansion. The penalty for slavery is skipping the meal. That's all slaves do, no longer have to endure pain and show more work than they did when they received it. This is the rational treatment of slaves that I have in mind."

It's a lie. I've never done anything wrong with them. But what has been demonstrated and what has not is not is not worth it. My bill should be feeling pretty worthwhile in my father right now.

"Fine. I'll take over later. You should go back to the government."

"Yes, Father, this is a bill against slavery that I thought of. I made a reference to the law to civilians. Please take a look."

I left the room after my father left the bill on the desk where he would sit.

I was feeling a definite bargain at this time.

Yuika, my ideals are finally coming true.

I returned to the mansion in a better mood than usual that day. I immediately went back to my room and thought of my next hand. I reviewed the bill I gave my father and thought about what my father would do.

That's how my wife Carrot came under me. Unusual, no, it was the first time. She visited my room.

Me and her are a couple, but we were never close. I wasn't too interested in her, and she didn't seem too interested in me.

"Lady Luxeria, excuse me for being late at night"

"Oh. What's going on? What can I do for you?

I got to the point quickly. Now I just needed a little time to think.

"No, it's not a big deal. Well, I was in a very bad mood today, so I was wondering if it was a good thing."

"Oh, my father wants you to think positively about my bill. So it's a little up."

"Really? That was good."

Carrot laughed furiously.

That's when I first saw her smile. That looked bright, unlike Yuika's sad smile.

Seeing that smile, I held my fist hard. I couldn't see the bright smile on her face towards me, not the smile on my death. That reminded me of my helplessness.

"What have you done?

"No, it's nothing. I was just a little drowsy."

"Really? So, shouldn't we take the day off already?

"No, I still have some work to do by the end of the day."

"Really? Well, I'll be waiting in my room (...)"

I immediately understood the meaning of her words.

Why now?

Me and Carrot never exchanged a couple's fortunes. I didn't have time for that. Above all, I didn't want to leave the tough, ugly blood flowing in me.

I have to finish this monstrous blood. That's what I was thinking.

I'm sorry about Carrot, but let's just say no.

Decide so and get back to work again.

That day I was working near dawn. But she waited healthy for me like that.

"Good luck"

"Ah, oh. Were you still awake? Sorry it took so long."

I apologized for keeping you waiting so long.

"No. I have no choice. Your ideals are going to come true, aren't they?

I thought my heart was grabbed. I've never spoken of anything but Yuka. My ideals. How does she know that?

My vigilance for her jumped in me. Carrot seriously thought it was my father's move.

"... what makes you think that?

"I don't like it. I married you. I've been looking at you. You've been desperate every day since I first met you. You can't do that to people who don't have ideals."

I thought.

the authenticity of her words. It was as if it were my father to taste, and I put my head around her without discerning her lies. When I realized that, I stopped doubting her.

He refused to think that he didn't want to do the same thing as that monster.

"... well. I thought you weren't interested in me..."

"Heh heh, I'm not a freak like you"

"Am I a weirdo?

"Yeah, very..."

I did something I shouldn't have done that day. I regretted it so much that I died, and I thought it was crazy and loving.

Think of it, this might have been the most peaceful time of my life.

But that won't last long. The monster's hand was starting to stretch out to me again.

My thought bill came into force. But that was completely different from what I thought.

One, slaves are objects and resources.

One thing, slaves must never disobey their master's orders. If you defy me, I will be guilty of death.

One, take over the law and do what you do to slaves. The following is the Act:

Thou shalt not slay a slave with an inch. But if you don't have to stop, the state will seek death penalty.

Make sure that there is no obstruction to work, such as removing teeth. This is wisdom to make long use of slavery, a resource.

In addition, you do not have to obey any more decisions if you simply want to deceive a slave, not as a punishment.

I was flabbergasted to see the law in force.

Nothing has changed with this. No, the bondage against Ning Lo slaves is tightening.

This is just a bill for the state to admit that slaves are things. Why is this...

"Father! What does this mean? ⁉ “ Doesn't this change anything about the treatment of slaves!

I protested strongly to my father. I can't admit this stuff. If you admit it, my ideals will cease to come true.

I shouted to my father so that I could scatter what I had accumulated.

My father's eyes that looked at me like that looked at things. Yes, the same ruthless and inorganic eyes that killed that yuka.

"Where does it need to be changed? Slaves are things. Taking care of things is the authority given to those who possess them. There is no need to specify in the country."

"Huh! Wasn't Father... convinced of my bill...?

"Sure, I'm convinced"

Then why, my father told me ruthlessly before I shouted.

"You're garbage."

My spine got cold with that word my father told me. My body shook up without knowing why, and I was afraid.

"But you did your part in the garbage. I don't need you anymore."

"Hey, what..."

The words didn't last any longer. My mouth was trembling with fear.

"I hear you had my grandson living in Carrot's belly. Then my succession is up to the grandson. I can't let my scumbag son inherit you anymore."

That's when I understood. Ever since that day, my father has been a stranger to me. I didn't clear my suspicions. All my thoughts had been read by my father.

But even that left me with the role of having a child. That's why I didn't kill him.

But now that the child has lived, there is no reason to keep me alive.

"Luxeria, I don't need you anymore. Just like that slave girl, die."

A ruthless proclamation of my father was made.

There could be no such thing as feelings for a child in a monster. I blamed myself for not realizing it was so obvious.

My father's knight came out to pinch me.

It also seemed to have been read that I would come to protest my father as soon as the bill came out. I was ready to die.

But at the same time, Carrot's face floated.

"You can't die yet..."

I ran away. To take Carrot, to escape from this country, from my father.

But the two of you weren't weak enough to let me get away with it so easily. The two men, far stronger than me, were once my mentors.

I wasn't strong enough to beat my teacher yet.

But still, I was desperate to take the Carrots away. The master's sword, the spear, I die crazy, and I finally reach it with my thoughts. In front of my own mansion.

But it was meant to give me despair.

That's when I found out. I was let go by these two.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh"

I almost broke my heart.

My mansion was in the fire. Screams wooden spirits from the mansion. The screams of the slaves and servants who were there rang.

The power I have accumulated against my father. An ideal thumbnail I tried to protect from that father. And the beloved.

Everything I've built up in the last decade was burning down and about to disappear.

Everything is a tragedy my father prepared to show me this sight.

"Why... how could I do this? ⁉ ⁉ What the hell did they do? ⁉ I'm the only one my father would want to kill! Why involve me ⁉"

I shouted at the two teachers. But the two of them answered nothing and smiled at their mouths. It was a very creepy grin.

They were laughing.

Look at me with my sword pierced from my back.

"That's because you're garbage."

I heard my father's voice from behind.

"Gaha... why..."

"Why do you like it? That's why it's rubbish. I followed you, and now I have my sword. That's all. You're rubbish because you seem to ask people about this."

When my father finished, he pulled out his sword roughly. I spit blood and move forward with yolo yolo.

"I can't do it, son, but I'll tell you all about it before I die. Your wife, Carrot and her belly child are safe. It's hidden in my mansion. You can't kill my precious successor. So you should die in peace."

I pulled out my sword for the first time while my vision was uncertain.

This monster must be killed here. To protect Carrot and my son. Even if you stabbed me in the wrong place.

"Ha-ha-ha."

"Munchkin"

But my readiness to die was also easily stopped. My master broke in between my father and me.

"See you later, it's rubbish you can't do."

That was the last face I saw of my father. I won't forget. Give me that face. That merciless, people-skinned, monstrous face.

After my father left, I was rarely struck by two teachers. He was deliberately added and subtracted, and cornered to the edge of the city.

If you noticed, the traces of my shed blood continued outside the city walls, up to the river that flowed there.

On the river, sandwiched by two masters, I fought well. The belly injury pierced by my father was severe, and if left alone, it would have led to death. Still, I didn't give up and waved my sword. But it was also just being played.

When they got tired of the play, I was skewered by two masters.

That was already fatal. Never before have I felt death.

Even before such a death I did not give up. No, I couldn't give up.

My resentment and anger became a scorching fire, and I did not allow myself to accept death.

- I won't allow it.

Be sure, I will come back to this country again.

And that monster who took everything from me, with this hand......

I fell into the river in front of the two of them.

Be sure to.................. get it back...

I died once that day.

I don't remember what happened after that.

I don't know how unconscious I was, but when I realized I was in a cave.

And the body was affixed with a massive bandage of blood and an object like a herb.

"Whoa, you're awake"

"This place..."

It was a small hole warehouse there. Inside there were other men dressed in dirty clothes besides me.

"Shh..."

"Don't move, the wound's still healing. That's great. Even so, you lived a lot. I didn't think I'd be able to help."

The man with no front teeth gently and politely restrained me from trying to get up and put me back in the system where I was.

"Excuse me. That was helpful. I'd like to thank you, Raw Hate. I have nothing right now. Soon this grace will be in some way..."

"Ha ha, I mean fine! I guess I just hung it up and rolled it into a glue. Hey, you lived a lot."

"Ha ha..."

I've never even heard of such a cure. It's something I used to live with. Really...

But for the first time, I put my father behind me. Next time be sure......

"What did you do to him? Have you been sentenced to a maximum sentence?

"... it's something similar. They took everything. Family, ideals, everything. … so there's nothing left for me."

If you don't take it back...

At least just what's left of it. Otherwise, there's no point in surviving.

Carrot. And have a son who hasn't even been born yet.

"Why, you're just like us."

The man laughs when he shows off his teeth that are everywhere. And the men around me.

The sight seemed so warm to me. There was a bright sight there that I had never seen before in the country.

"What position do you hold?

Interested in the men, I inquired.

"Jobs don't keep up with the big guys. I'm a bunch of" Snake Poison "bandits."

Bandits...

I rebelled the word in my heart.

Bandits that are supposed to be abominable. But that wasn't the same knowledge I had in me.

"Snake poison......"

Is this called fate?

Ugly but horrible snakes crawling around the ground. The poison sometimes causes people to die.

My heart was decided at this time. It never breaks again. I can't stop anymore. I don't hesitate.

"Could you make me one of the 'Snake Poisons' people?

There are many crosses carried, nothing gained. Much of what has been taken away has no power to take it back.

So now we shall endure, and one day we shall become serpents and swallow the country with their mouths. And this country with that poison...