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

"Uh-oh!

Three enemies. By contrast, I am alone.

But believing that reliable reinforcements would come, I went in.

- Kill him.

Two teachers move out in a row to a ruthless order that has no emotion whatsoever for the real child. Those two faces, just like they once were, had a vicious grin on them. Kill me a lot, I see that idea.

I guess to them I also look like a bait thrown into a cage.

The distance between me and my teachers is clogged. And the moment I entered the long time of the spear, the spear waved on the horizontal giraffe. The spear swung at the rate at which it was braking, which was close to the full strength of the master.

Ten years ago, that would have been the only blow that would have ended. But I was able to hold onto it.

The imminent murder weapon began to force me back with my arms. Continuing, the sword trident of another master also, I bounced back with a wield of power.

A slightly open gap between the masters. It was only for a moment a slight gap that the master had been able to make into an unbalanced gap, but it was the moment when what blocked between me and my father disappeared.

"Momentum."

I stuck my sword out, and I stepped out. He benefited from his skills, leaving behind the sound and scenery, fleshing to his father at a speed not even instantaneous.

This sword can still pierce my father and end the dark history of this country. I can return all this hatred, anger and sorrow. I was so sure.

It's finally over, the moment I felt that way - the thunder went off.

Bazi, bazi, bazi, bazi, bazi, bazi, bazi, bazi.

It was black thunder. Never seen or heard of thunder ringing in the darkness. That was completely separate from the thunder I knew.

Born out of darkness, the black thunder line pierced me. The body is littered with black thunder.

"Guuuuuuuuuuu"

Thunder blasting into the darkness burned my skin, cramped my guts, and darkened my vision.

"Black Thunder"

The sound I left behind stood out when it came into my ear, and it came into me.

Black thunder. The voice spinning those words was somewhere elegant and chilly.

The anti-inflammatory rises from the pspus and body. Dressed like kneeling at my father, I breathed smoke out of my mouth and regained my sight.

"You're in trouble - they're going to kill that one"

What an obvious voice stroked my eardrum. Shivering his body, he pointed his returned vision in the direction of his voice, when he came in, a man standing deep in a black robe in front of an open door.

As if from the abyss, the man, wrapped in dark and deep despair, makes a knack and a sound, walks over.

Against a man in such a robe, my father can't move and kicks me and kneels on the spot. I was a spasmodic body and saw my incredible father. That father bowed his head.

Who the hell is he...

I couldn't help but notice the man in the robe. An unconscious part of me was complaining. He sounded alert and yelled to run away.

In front of me like that, my father kept his head down and expressed his gratitude to the man in the robe.

"Whoa, thank you so much for helping us with the danger -"

And I found out. Identify the man in the robe.

"- Demon King."

I doubted my ears. My head denied it before I believed it. No, I was therefore there.

A demon king... huh?

A demon king who once followed the evil gods and let the world go to war and fear. You're telling me that's this guy?

The man of the robe returned his words to his father in very harmony, so much so that he did not think he was under the command of the evil gods who tried to destroy the world very much.

"No, because I'm a lot of trouble when you die, too. Still, your son seems to have passed."

"Ha ha, it's the biggest stain of my life"

But its gaping behavior and its frightening voice strongly claim that the man is the one who bears the name of the Demon King.

Most importantly, the wrapping atmosphere of Robe's man was not unusual. For no reason, the chill ran through my spine. I couldn't tell if my body was trembling with fear or if it was cramped with thunder.

"You shouldn't do that ~. Which I'll re-educate you with."

"No, I will not disturb the hand of the Demon King any more. I'm ready to let this foolishness despair me."

When my father sounded the pattin, I couldn't move, I was pushed to the ground by my master. He was violently screwed down and pulled his hair up forcefully. There was one door ahead of me when I was forced to turn my face.

Another master opens the door.

There's...

"Ca, Carrot"

"Dear Luxeria... you're alive... you're alive"

- I had a girlfriend I wanted to take back.

She was treated like a prisoner with her hands tied. There were many things I wanted to ask why such a thing was happening and whether my son was safe.

But that idea isn't even past my head for a moment. What passed was a future colored by despair.

"Hey, great! Reunion with my husband, who I thought was dead. And a tear breakup to visit. It's a great spectacle!

The Demon King breaks in between me and Carrot, applauds thirsty, and plays his own words with joy. When my father grinned heartlessly against such a demon king, he offered a courtesy and reverence.

"It is a great honor to be satisfied with the Demon King."

A cold air resembling a desert night enveloped me. But the cold air rushing through my body was colder than that, and it hurt.

The developments after this are visible. I've been through this many times already. Each time I was deeply choosen.

My father is also willing to pierce the breasts of my beloved with his merciless blade.

"No, please, Father! She has nothing to do with this!

"Call me Father yet, fool. Bring him in."

"Ya, stop it! Ru, Lady Luxeria!

I can't grab the hand stretched out with a sad scream again. You're in sight, but you were supposed to reach me, but you can't reach me again.

I can only hear her scream as my teacher draws me

"Ugaaaaaaa"

"Stay with me."

"Gah!"

Raising a beastly scream, I scratched my feet as I reached for Carrot. However, he was held down in an unfavourable position, and his face was pressed to the floor, without being able to counter the power of the master in a body that still couldn't stop cramping.

My father's sword is protruded before his eyes.

"This is how many times I've killed a woman in front of my stupidity. He won't learn. I still don't see that the more you resist, the more bodies will be piled up. Burn it in its eyes once now - die."

ruthless, and crazy eyes captured Carrot. I couldn't even hide her from those eyes. Just scream her name, like her throat's about to rip.

Father's back approaching her with tricks and sounds.

I can't even grab that leg and stop it.

Also, I can't do anything. Helplessness ran all over my body on the blood.

Nothing has changed since I was 10 years old.

Just helpless. Just be afraid.

"Carrot toy"

"Dear Luxeria, please stop! Any more outrageous imitations......!

My father did not show the bare gesture to fit her words, but raised Yuika many times to show, the unnamed slave girl, and the sword that took me high.

The time limit to despair had been set to disappear.

"Stop, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

There's no point in my screaming. I knew it was more just to please them.

But still, when one's own beloved tries to be taken away, one cannot help but scream. Something, someone, can't help but hear that cry and expect me to stop it.

It is the heart of a man who, no matter how many times he is deprived, no matter how many times he thinks of his powerlessness, does not change. It was my scream.

My father's words are repeated in my head.

"The more you fight, the more bodies you pile up."

What a cruel, merciless world. I am not even allowed to fight irrationally in the land where I was born.

If you resist......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... I kept engraving it on my body, not so much as I didn't like it.

I turned away. It was repeated over and over again.

Bachin!

Something could play when I missed my eye that I couldn't watch.

Karan Karan......

This was followed by the sound of the sword rolling. But that doesn't end there.

Boom and blowing wind. Do the groans that follow belong to my father, or to my teacher?

Then, his back is exposed to the heat of burning, and the load disappears.

A moment of silence came and I opened my fearful eyes.

"Husband...?

What I saw in my eyes was a boy sheltering behind his back to protect Carrot.

2 He carried a swinging silver and a glowing sword in red, and a reliable back, unlike a boy, jumped into my eyes.

My husband wiped his forehead sweat with his hands,

"Huh, Critical Safe"

I leaked some distracting feeling that this place didn't deserve it.

"Who is it?"

"Oh, you're somewhere..."

The Demon King made his eyes look suspiciously brilliant as his father floated his cool blue muscles.

Not even looking at those two, my husband stuck his cancer and sword to the floor.

"Get up! Luxeria! If you have time to crawl around like that, stand up again and protect it with that hand as much as you want to protect it! That's what you've been fighting for!

My husband's yelling stopped my cramps.

A definite feeling transmitted to a hand that left a paralysis behind. I grabbed it.

My body moves. I can still fight.

What about my father? What happened to the teacher? The Demon King has nothing to do with it.

What we need now is an unbroken heart. No...

This is not where I look.

You must not break your heart at any time.

"... I won't take it anymore.... I won't let you hurt my beloved anymore"

Helpless is fine. You can be afraid. But there is only one thing that should not be thrown away.

Let's swear it now.

"I will try to take this country away."

Let's fight it again and again. To change this irrational world.

Power returned to Luxeria's eyes. With a powerful proclamation, his magic, roughly exalted, grew more than ever before.

It becomes a wind that blows through, and it becomes a definite pressure.

"Ho, that's a brilliant temper. By the way, there boy. Do you remember me?

I'm sorry, but I don't know any living demons.

I knew at first glance that a man who emitted unusual signs was a demon. That was because it sent out signs of approximation to the demon king who used to fight. But only one.

I was wrong.

"Ho, that's when you said I was dead? Sweet, sweet. You have such a sweet head that you're going to wander off."

Something's over my head. But it disappeared before it floated to the surface.

That's why I shook my legs. Even if my brain denied it, my body would have admitted it.

"- I am the corner of the six pillars that support the Evil God. It won't destroy you like a little stronger."

Extremely cold winds blew through.

... No, it's not. This is homicidal.

The absolute zero-degree sickle stroked my neck.

"I'm also lucky to see you again in this place. I'm sorry I couldn't kill you."

For a moment, I felt the time had stopped. Among other things, only the man in the robe moves slowly.

I unconsciously thought of the biggest enemy of all time, layered on the man in front of me.

The only enemy I could not reach.

Threats and onslaught to that overwhelming point.

The day you chewed up your weakness.

It was my cry that moved the hour.

"Hey... why are you alive?"

My voice trembled twice, three times.

"You should have been killed by my father! I was watching! Where your body will be burned!

I was furiously upset. Because the face of the man who took off his robe was the same as the face of the demon king who had once been slapped down without a hand or a leg.

Even my head denies that it shouldn't be. There was certainly a figure of that absolutely powerful man in front of me.

"Hehe, let me tell you something good. There are seven of me. Now your father has killed one, six people."

I couldn't hide the battle.

Five more guys like this...?

The guy who fought each other with my father, he's still so...

I was driven by impatience before I understood the Demon King's words.

This guy is a real monster. I can't take him down yet.

Worst case scenario. It is worse than nothing else.

We have to do our job and get away from this man.

- Die.

"Luxeria, I'll take the Demon King! Just settle it!

"But... no, thank you"

Luxeria made the magic of her dwelling even more absurd. As he hurries to a settlement, two of his masters once again get stuck in front of Luxeria, who rushes out immediately. Behind it was the father of Luxeria casting refrain magic.

Complete 3-on-1 battle. But instead of being afraid, Luxeria threw herself into that unfavourable battle.

I stood before his beloved to keep such Luxeria ready.

"As always, have you forgotten what you did to me before?

"I remember so much that I didn't want to. But aren't you licking me again? What you feared was my growth rate, right? How many years has it been since then? Not like old times."

I've been strong ever since. That's all for sure. However, I also understand that it has not yet been extended.

Still, they don't do it easy. I'll reward you with one arrow.

"You're still good at turning my nerves upside down. Even though I didn't lick it. Those are painful memories for me, too. It was the first time I had ever bled a child."

Now I can't even expect it to be clueless. I can't even count on my father's help.

Power enters the hand that holds the sword unintentionally in the heavy duty that strikes.

"Cecil, are you there?

"Cuckoo, I want you to be sure."

I sweated cold and asked where there was nothing to wish for. The answer to that inquiry is yes.

Looks like you're here.

"Sorry, I can't afford to be a little silly right now. Take this man and run. I'll take care of the rest. Run as far away as you can."

"I was entrusted. It is heartbreaking not to be seen with this eye in a battle against the Demon King, but with my strength to the extent, I cannot be killed instantly. Sorry to bother you, but let me spare you some time."

I can't feel Cecil's signs even though I hear her voice so close. I was there, and I thought I should have let this guy stab me from behind, but it seemed pointless either way.

"Oh, no, it's a shame the corner audience leaves. I have no choice. Let us die."

The demon king lays hands on Cecil. There was precisely Cecil who was about to take away Luxeria's wife now.

The Demon King was aware. For signs of Cecil. A black thunderlight stretched out of the palm I offered without hesitation corroborated it.

"In time."

Cecil and his wife were covered in black lightning as I lay my hands on them. The bursting thunderbolt wore his ears and his vision was crushed by the dark light. I covered my eyes with one hand and let go of the blade in my left hand.

"Phoenix"

The darkness turns red. The bird of fire, born of the red light emission, spreads its wings wide and thrusts into the Demon King.

"Well, this again..."

The Demon King did not touch the detours as before. It's like a frog targeted by an eagle, jumping pimply and retreating to the back.

"Are you okay, Cecil?"

"No, it's dangerous. If the Lord's judgment had been delayed, we would have burned black."

"Ha, that helped. Uh, my husband's... friend?

Cecil was somewhat floating towards his wife, who realised that she had picked her life up with her hips on the ground.

Actually, you could have avoided it at your leisure?

"Cecil, don't you dare, I'll make a chance."

"Kukku. That doesn't extend. Lord, may I see you alive?"

"What are you..."

What are you gonna do?

That's what I was trying to ask, and the two of you disappeared neglectfully.

"... it was. You were always the one who suddenly disappeared like that. Hey!

Before I finished listening to my words, Cecil, who disappeared with his wife like a moment of travel, felt this feeling of not boiling anything down, and sprinkled it.

Oh, already! I lost it worrying. Seriously, that's his skill mystery.

"- You're a big enemy, aren't you?

Zoku.

In that word whispered in his ear, an unpleasant sweat poured down his spine remembering the frozen fear. And at the next moment, the blade was swinging down his neck muscle.

Grung and vision rotated and rolled down the ground. It's like a round sphere rolling...

"Well, he won't learn."

He snorts and his father throws up his words like he spits.

"Absolutely."

A master with coal on his wrapped armor agreed to it. Must have been burned by my husband's magic. Mild burns and shrunken hair are visible.

"I guess our education was bad."

The other master had no particular trauma. It was only obvious that there were traces of a strong strike on the spear and that he took something.

The two divisions lining up in front of my father were trying to greet me with arrangements that utilized each other's weapon traits. If we stormed randomly like this, it was obvious that it was me who scattered. But I don't stop walking. Because the overwhelming threat was not there already, and it was retained behind my back.

As I pack a step between them, the tension rises and my father, in an overwhelmingly dominant position on the other hand, mumbles a magical chant to mock.

"Voltecker"

My father's magic is complete. Thunder buzzes the tree spirit again. A thunder crawling out of a thunderball makes a fierce noise and whips and stretches the floor.

Crawling out of the sphere with a bee, I slashed without touching my father's magic.

"Empty!

Shun Shun and a sharp slashing wind sound strike out the thunder. Flying slaughter, raised to the extreme, cleaves the thunderlight and flesh-presses it to his father, who lies ahead. But it is slashed back along the way, with a physical slaughter.

I took it for granted and hit the next move.

"Heavy Sky Wave Slash"

I unleash a slaughter wind with great flair and overflowing magic. It spread wide in a semicircular fashion, becoming a visible slaughter that struck the three of them.

"Chip."

The servant also tongued and bit his teeth at this. But it's not sweet enough to do it to this extent. The strike back was so as to intersect, the master who tried to push it back again and put a stop to the slaughter. Behind it my father also casts magic.

"Instant boom boom boom"

I speared myself and jumped into my unleashed slaughter. I didn't want to get hurt myself, but became a spear that pushed everything through and pierced my teacher.

I got my own fangs on my back and a spear stuck deep into my shoulder. Still, my sword, which became a single spear, deeply chooses the master's chest, just as it was when I was skewered on the bridge to taste it.

"Gah... how dare you..."

"Master, I never respected you before."

And I waved my sword in the crosshairs, and scattered the flesh of my master. The master collapsed without breaking the gaze of hatred and without raising the severant.

I saw it with the eyes of something falling out.

There was no sense of accomplishment or pleasure in killing the master who had guided Yuka only on how to hurt her.

There was just emptiness.

"You"?

Surprise from behind. I rolled and avoided the trail of my master's blood and flipped.

"I am grateful to you. Only he taught me the sword."

"Speak crazy."

I was the coolest on the spot. Finally, it seems that the blood of the monster has awakened to me, too.

The master, my father, seemed nothing but a man's form.

"Uh-huh."

The tip of an arm that fell to the ground. There was unstoppable blood overflowing from where it was.

"It's over, master. I'm stronger than you are now."

I cut off my master's neck with a merciless blade. Even when I saw the last of the master who fed Yuka to the dog, my heart never remembered anything but vanity.

Have I become like my father?

For some reason, I was able to accept the change of heart that I feared most. That's...

"Negative 8265;"

"It's over, Father. There is no longer anyone to protect you."

"Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Forcing the magic to interrupt, I stuck a blade in my kneeled father's hand.

"Le, Luxeria... you..."

"Father, you taught me a lot. So let me tell you before I die. You're not people. It's a thing that throws people's hearts away. I finally know how you feel. It does become a thing, and it doesn't hurt my heart to do something outrageous."

Now I guess I have the same ruthless, cruel, merciless eyes as my father.

"Guuuuuuuuu"

He stabbed his hands and feet with his sword, and his father, unable to move, knelt down so that he could drool his head at me.

"I have nothing more to teach you. Please die."

The sensation of piercing the heart through the clothes, the flesh, is conveyed to the hand. Just as Yuka was killed when she tasted it, she took away the freedom of her limbs and pounded her chest.

Blood seeps out of his puffy, moving mouth. I did not stray from my father's eyes as I was losing my light.

No need for penance or anything.

There is no need for reflection either.

- Die.

That was all that lived in my eyes.

I concentrated my consciousness there when I burned my father to death. Even in a future where my father's death would no longer be the same, I could not be relieved without seeing it through with this eye.

But I should have snapped my neck at this time. I shouldn't have given you time to regret it or anything.

That came suddenly.

"Out of the way."

"Gu⁉"

Impact piercing the belly. The shock that lightly floated me with considerable gravity and even blew my eyelashes was due only to the demon king who came down.

Blood splashes from the wound on his back. It rolled off as if it were a petal, sprinkled with blood.

"Come on, don't drink this. Drink this and you will have life and strength."

The fragrance of the demon king's sweet temptation set the scent of darkness even higher.

After this, I will soon find out. The madness of the unbelievable.