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

The Empire is a power that takes a far political form from democracy: noble supremacy. It is divided into such conditions as emperor, first-degree nobility and second-degree nobility, followed under emperor until class 7, and in the capacity of soldier, national. Above grade 3, among other things, is called public authority and has a nationally recognized army.

Among such public authority is the Brave Army, which bears the name of a brave man. Major countries, are also elites in the elite chosen from other countries. The Empire continues to hold its troops back by citing them as a ticket to demon kings and vicious demons.

But in this world yesterday the army of the brave was fragile. Defeat SSS-class demons to the point where they call them your handwriting.

It would have been applause if they had been adventurers or those belonging to other armies. But it was too weak to name the country and continue to support it.

They were to have been worthy of being called strong enough, compared to past achievements and received unfair acclaim.

Fake brave army.

So despised, they were blamed. The accusations against them were outrageous. Determined unworthy of the army of brave men, they continued to be condemned by all parts of the country, and were pushed to the point where they were forced to challenge the Demon King, remaining unworthy of strength in order to return the stigma.

Half of them were forced out of the country, and they went on a crusade for the Demon King, and they did not return.

The accusations against them that never returned were transformed into something more awesome as time passed. So much so that the upper realm of the Empire panicked.

The brave army system originally began with a tribute to the 'God-killing brave man' who crusaded the evil gods. Only at one time had it translated into a system that would impose a heavy burden on the people in the name of support.

But that is only a story from the point of view of the people. As a matter of fact, most of that support will be firmly returned to the public. I mean, it's no different from taxes. Just a different name.

But in this world, where there is no compulsory education, few people understand it correctly.

Most believed that money was only used to support the brave. So people's accusations against the brave men who receive support have been concentrated.

The country is doing well for me. Yet the brave man was exposed to irrational anger about what he was doing.

Of course, the state also gave an explanation to the people and tried to correct the misunderstanding. But the fire that caught on once didn't go out easily. Rather, suspicion rises about an empire that shelters the brave.

I was wondering if the money I paid as support was being spent on their lives.

Blame after blame everywhere. And I even started with those who went out to exercise their strength. It accelerated the accusation that the Imperial Soldier would seize it, and that it would do everything in its power to hold back what was inconvenient.

Trust in the armies of the brave fell to the ground, as did longing, and the empire was about to lean. Nobody thought anything like this would happen.

The upper echelons of the empire understood for the first time at this time that this country had been formed because the brave gave people hope and dreams.

Blame after riot. Riots after accusations.

It is repeated indefinitely, and the nobles who were scratching Hussein on the monarchy gradually exhausted with indignation.

Eventually, the spearhead of their anger was also directed at the army of brave men who created the cause.

But let's turn that anger already. The opponent, half-witted, had fallen and died in battle. We still don't know what they fought and how they lost. However, from the battlefield dirty with blood, he said, no body was even left behind.

After the death of the brave, the Empire launched a single measure against the people to make the country a reality.

- Brave Development Plan.

It's about picking especially good children out of those under the age of 10 at the time and raising them as the ones in charge of the brave army of the future.

By showing that support was definitive, and also by separating support from taxes, the public's accusations were suppressed.

As such, Sylvia is the child who has been educated in brilliance since childhood. In addition to her, two children were chosen.

But none of them was recognized as a brave man. Because no one won the martial arts tournament.

All the brave men of the past have won the tournament. Without even the three Irregulars, they were also being compared to the past, which they could certainly aim to win.

The next brave army might destroy the country this time. The Empire decided to put into practice a plan that had been prepared as a last resort.

Decrypting ancient literature and completing the Brave Summoning Magic, the Empire summoned brave men from different worlds.

"... so you're saying we've been chosen by that brave man?

"Yeah, it's fast and helpful"

Window glass open inside the room. The appearance of two women reflecting on that glass surface. A silver-haired girl close to a white sitting on a cot and a woman dressed in brilliant clothes standing directly in front of her.

"We are the brave..."

The slightly twisted silver-haired girl dropped her eyes into her own hands as she leaned over. Thin hands. Hands with no scratches and hardly anything heavier than a bag.

She fell from her back onto her bet like she had lost her strength.

"I'm not strong enough to be called a brave man"

Rather weak, so despised of herself, the ceiling she looked up to was a beautiful white coloured ceiling.

She is one of the brave men summoned by the Empire. His name is Ruyue Knitting. Hair color and face are outsider style, it comes out like a half, but it's a different world from here - I was born and raised in Japan, Japanese.

"You didn't call me..."

She shrugged about it as she stared at the ceiling with her moist eyes. In her eyes there was a reflection of him in the remains that she had seen before he was summoned here, surrounded by light.

It could be a mistake. I'm sure it is. But it didn't have to seem like his remains laughed at in the garment.

Knowing that was her weakness, she had repeated that sight over and over in her head.

"Yu, Mr. Yui? Are you okay......? I'm sorry, I suddenly told you this story."

"No, you don't. It's not Mr. Maresia's fault.... because I was just a little disgusted with myself."

Saying so, the knit wiped his eyeballs back to the system from which he folded his hips. When she made a laugh to hide her slightly reddened eyes, she cut out her story herself in an attempt to change the darkened atmosphere.

"So can we go home?

Perhaps whoever was brought with her inquired about what would be asked of the people of this country, without trying to hide her anxiety again.

In response to such a knit, Maresia only tells the facts with a face that the punishment looks bad.

"This is what I'm calling you... but I can't do that at the moment."

"Really..."

The coat didn't try to cry or get angry. Because I just did it and there was nothing I could do about it.

She shrugged quietly, leaning down.

To her tricks like that, Maresia spoke of her current efforts to inspire guilt and curl it up quickly.

"But now that I've read the ancient texts and figured out how to return them, I'm sure I'll be able to return you to your original world."

I looked at Maresia just turning my mind like that, and I squeezed my hands in a good way that the coat shouldn't be this.

"Okay. We should defeat the Demon King by then, right?

"Can you take it on? Oh, thank you! Yui."

Maresia gave a gracious smile.

The decision to knit was a delight to her, who had been entrusted with the persuasion of the valiant who summoned her.

In response to the decision to knit, thanks and thanks, Maresia left her knit to go to the next brave man.

The work bestowed on her was to sharpen her spirit inside. Even as an empire, a last resort. Maresia, who understood it well enough, turned carefully, cautiously, persuading the brave men.

There were only a few of them who decided to be brave as soon as they did in their garments. The majority cried down, and each time she broke her heart.

But she did her part. He promised to strike the Demon King as a brave man against all summoned brave men.

That, in one place, would be because the decision to knit would be their backing, Maresia thought.

"Excuse me, Your Majesty."

After completing his persuasion of the brave men, Maresia turned to the Emperor with his feet. Instead of a reclining reception, she slowly opened the door after obtaining permission to enter the emperor's personal room.

At the end of the door, a man awaited with his short cut and aligned hair upside down.

Zebrato Garnold, current emperor.

He is probably the most powerful man in this country right now and the brother of a former brave man.

"You've come a lot. I've already heard it."

Zebrato offered himself a chair softly when he invited Maresia in. Maresia takes it for granted and, in brief thanks, asks as she jokes.

"Thank you, Your Majesty. So you're saying I didn't even have to take a leg?

"No, it's better. I've never had a chance to talk slowly like this back from a long journey. Why don't we take the time to talk about that journey tonight?"

"Oh, you're an emperor now, aren't you? We need to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings."

What is an unwanted misconception, that is, the relationship between a man and a woman. These two are pals of old knowledge and think of each other without hatred. However, due to the position of emperor and the position of first degree nobility, we cannot proceed with the conversation solely on the basis of our feelings for each other.

The emperor's face was bitterly distorted by such a disabling position.

"I regret being emperor that day."

"Your language is back."

Maresia just pointed out that Zebrato speaks of regret with his natural speaking mouth. However, Zebrato continues to respond to the allegations without showing any particular reaction.

"One brother. If you can't help an emperor, you better not have. I have to tell my brother to die if he's going to be my brother."

"... that's without a stopper, even now. That's why we can't fail this time. Sylvia and the others didn't do well, so this is the last thing Iris found for me."

Maresia knew how much Zebrato felt. She's one of those people who felt bad about it again.

But the thought strengthened her words. I can't fail.

Zebrato nodded deeply at the words.

"... right... so how were the braves?

"Gentlemen, you seemed anxious. It's a land I don't know, and I was brought here without being informed of anything beforehand, so I can't help it..."

Maresia clouded her expression. Upon hearing such a report of her, Zebrato glanced at her out of sorrow. A force came into his arm-wrapped hand and a wrinkle ran on his sleeve.

"Have you made any status disclosures?

"Yep. No one had jumped through the numbers, but they're all on average expensive just for intelligence"

"Right.... My eyes still didn't seem wrong. They're not brave."

Calmly, and again, the judgment he made as an emperor, forsaking his love. I've seen a few strong men. He figured it out. Those whom we have summoned are ordinary people.

To back it up, they say they only have mediocre status.

He tried to tell Maresia that he had to switch and look for a brave candidate again. But a moment earlier than that, Maresia opened her mouth.

"However, everyone has space-based skills. Some of them have unique skills."

"... ho"

Zebrato caught one eye and expressed interest in Marecia's words. And I recall the words that had been added at the end of the ancient texts that made me decipher them.

"Whoever crosses the world will be paid the corresponding consideration"

Probably not in the right way. It is also possible that the decryption is incorrect.

But if you are the brave men who have been summoned to transcend the world, have you not been paid the price, or something equivalent?

And that's the space-based skill.

Such an idea was about to solidify in his brain.

"That's good news."

He also had space-based skills. But not at the level that it can be used.

Spatial skills are the most difficult phylogenetic skills in this world to acquire. Even the 'space' of normal skills considered masterable by anyone is near impossible to acquire.

In the first place, there's hardly anyone with it. So it's also hard to wish for a professor. Furthermore, the difficulty of meeting them is not comparable.

Even if you move beyond 'space' to the next skill, it is said that the difficulty increases even further. Since he had never seen anyone advance to that next skill himself, he did not know how to grow after that.

But there's only one thing I know.

That means that there are so many examples in the past and today where those who specialize in space-based skills are called great men and heroes.

Herb, the hero of the diaspora. Labyrinth king, slow. Princess of War, Levitra. Dragon ghost, dragom.

Everyone said he was a user of space-based skills.

I mean, maybe they do have a giveaway.

The consideration is talent for space-based skills.

"Does anyone in this country specialize in space-based skills? I've never heard of it."

"I only know one. But you're not from this country."

Zebrato shrugs a small word when he hums, making him look like an idea.

"Where is he now?

"I don't know. It's just that your majesty and he both know that, right?

"What?"

Zebrato turned his attention to the past. But no matter how much I went back, I couldn't remember meeting such a person.

"I'm the winner of this year's militant tournament."

"Oh, him that Lucy failed to solicit. Sure he wasn't..."

Zebrato felt terribly shoulder-watered.

With him, there was no need to summon the brave. But he didn't get it. He said he refused to invite him by the time he was strong.

Lucy said, 'It's a formidable enemy that my takeover doesn't work!'.

"In the end, you mean he was the one who needed to be a brave man and a leader..."

It is regrettable that he did not enter into direct negotiations himself.

"Right. Neither did I think he was an essential part of our empire."

"Maresia, did you see him too?

To Maresia's mouthfeel, Zebrato questioned her.

"Yeah, you saved my life, and you helped me during the Kraken crusade. And to the crusade of demons that were raging in the Eurasian continent."

"Wasn't Kraken still a servant, that demon a teacher or a crusader?

"No, Lena says she killed him instantly without even scratching him by herself"

Zebrato, referring to her single Lena as a teacher, flashed. From what I heard, I heard firsthand that he was the opponent in line for SS. Personally, I didn't expect to overwhelm you...

Zebrato regretted missing him from the bottom of his heart.

"You're no longer faulty. I missed him..."

"Yeah, right. For once, we've approached it through the guild, but it's probably useless."

We both sighed deeply in the miserable air. I changed my mind that time was just passing when I said something I couldn't help but say now.

"So can you ask your teacher to coach the braves tomorrow?

"Yes, I've been entrusted"

As he pales through his work as emperor, he will set his plans for the future.

"Additionally, tell Sylvia, Cannon and Alk to join that guidance. You'll need to get closer to them, too. Listen, did the example thing work well?

"Yeah, we had a good conversation."

To Maresia's answer, he groaned briefly, yes, and the emperor stood in front of the window, exposing his eyes to the brilliance of stars stretching like a great river.

In response to such an emperor's move, Maresia turned her laborious gaze, silently leaving the room behind after a gratuity.

Zebrato turned a blind eye to her and saw the stars shining brightly and white on the windowsill.

"As my brother, it's the least you can do."

The white jade disappeared naturally and suddenly, as if it could be delivered to someone.

Defeat the Demon King.

For me now, I understand that it is a very difficult journey and a painful one.

I've never held a sword. It was the other day that I touched the magic that overflows everyday in this world.

Even so, he wants to defeat the Demon King.

I understand that you are impotent. But isn't that the unscrupulous path that I need right now?

I must be able to be much stronger than I am now, having defeated the Demon King.

So I wave my sword.

To be strong. To be a stronger self than I am now.

In a changed life, I had his smile in my heart that I saw then.

Maybe Ridge led me here so I could be strong. That thought was in the corner of my mind.

"Yui Yui, tired ~. You're gonna have a good day."

Yes, it's Canon, a former brave candidate, who's been speaking up in mild shape. It's a girl who always carries a bow on her back that doesn't fit her back length. The year is the same 17 as mine. He is the oldest of the former brave candidates.

There are two other former brave candidates for her, Alc, who wields a heavy looking axe with one hand, and Sylvia, who uses the magic of adult face loss.

"Morning, Cannon."

"Oops. They're all gathered in the dining room ~. If you don't get to Yuyui soon, you're gonna lose your dinner, right?

"So you came all the way out here to call me. I'll be right there."

She seems to have come to call me, obsessed with the archery of the sword and forgetting the time.

When I wiped the sweat with a towel, I sheathed my sword and headed to the dining room with it in my hand.

When we got to the dining room, we were all totally already gathered, tongue-in-cheek at dishes from different worlds.

The last time I came in, I had an empty seat - I sat next to Haruki and tried to get to dinner.

And before I included a meal in my mouth, a voice was hung from the spring tree that was next door.

"Knitting, were you still waving your sword today?

"Yes, we must defeat the Demon King."

"Hmm."

Spring Tree hammering, as if it were other HR. He's also one of the brave ones, so he shouldn't be very other HR, but Haruki stood on his elbow at his desk and looked at me seriously.

"What?"

"No, I was wondering if you were willing to look forward a little bit."

"... nothing. If we don't defeat the Demon King, we don't know if the people of this country will return."

Feeling spotted, carry the meal to your mouth to delude you. Then Haruki pointed his index finger at my face,

There's a sauce on your cheek.

"What, lie"

And I've said it.

I rush to wipe it with my cheeks on the back of my hand but it doesn't feel like it. When I looked at Haruki to tell me where it was attached and where I stroked my cheek with the back of my hand over and over again,

"Shh."

Yes, she laughed and confessed that Haruki was lying.

"Haruki, no...?

"Whoa, I'm scared. If it's tough, don't let the Demon King run away with his tail wrapped around it."

"Don't tear it up. Ugh..."

I exhaled heavily, turning my face away from Spring Tree and back to the meal. Haruki, who was looking at me with such a nigga grin, suddenly gets a serious look and speaks out.

"I was thinking..."

"Suddenly what?

With the deceitful atmosphere in the voice of 0, I accidentally stopped and looked at Haruki.

"I knew it wouldn't work like it used to."

"... right"

I have changed. Haruki also changed. Ridge is gone.

Haruki told me the other day, like old times, what a dream story. That time will never go back.

In anticipation of my feelings like that, Haruki said with a laugh.

"So let's start fresh. Me and you. Because I was able to come to another world. If you don't do something, you'll be fine."

"... is that what you do when you come to another world?

"It's nothing, okay? I don't know. My cousin brought me here to defeat the Demon King? Can you take him down, Ahondara? Well, at least we'll have to do something until we get home."

"I'll do it a little bit. Be aware."

I was delighted with Spring Tree's words, even though I turned the unsatisfactory return into Spring Tree.

If you can't go back in time, you can start anew.

Just a little bit, I felt lighter what I was holding.

"Fine. I have to move on, too, and Haruki's gonna help me with that, right?

"Oh, leave it to me."

And Haruki slapped Don on the chest by the time he was big. Then you change your attitude and come near me like you're even sesame.

"So, well, I don't know if I can replace you, but can you help me get closer to my beast sisters tomorrow?

"Huh? Isn't that Bakka? Why should I give a hand in such a nasty matter? Be my guest."

"Oh, I can't get through."

Haruki seemed happy, even though he pounded his tongue so lightly. Maybe me too.

After breakfast, we, still immature as brave men, are coached by a female knight named Lena.

Even today, it does not change, and it teaches many things, from how to wave a sword to how to use the magic that I first touched when I came to this world.

We were all beginners. When I was little, some kids said I was learning karate, but I honestly don't talk about it at that level.

Fighting as a sport that takes safety into account is no match for sophisticated technology to take life.

Dr. Lena's instruction is rigorous.

But with each passing day, I feel like I'm getting stronger. That is the driving force that turns into merit and can be punched into daily archery.

"Shh! Shh! Shit!"

Exhale thinly and briefly, swinging your sword vertically or horizontally at the same time.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

"Don't interrupt me"

As he rotated his sword with Prapra, he paid his sword to the horizontal girdle for Haruki, who came to disturb him. Then Haruki stopped it easily, surprised, with two fingers.

"Oh, it's dangerous, isn't it? Didn't your parents tell you to be careful when dealing with murder weapons?"

"No parent teaches you how to use a murder weapon. Besides, Haruki wouldn't be like this, would he?

Hatefully, this man was strong in us all the way through. Normally, you nag a beastly woman, and you're unmotivated when you're auditioning, even though it's always appropriate.

I'm really angry.

"Shit, it's not as good as this. I'm about to be slaughtered by childhood training. You'll see my grief."

"I don't know. 'Cause I'm angry. How can you be so pompous and capable of anything?

Honestly, I wanted you to let me know if there was any species. I wanted to be strong soon, too.

So seriously, I heard Haruki say something stupid as he put one hand on his face and tried to hide his face and pose something.

"Well, the wind of the times is pouring into me. If you're gonna fall in love, now's the time, right? Right now, I've got fat on my last climax. It's time to eat, huh?

"Isn't that Bacca?

Haruki laughed at me when I gave it back with vegetables...

"Well, it means it's best to take it easy"

And he slapped Pong and me on the shoulder and went somewhere.

"Easy, or..."

As for the advice, although it was vague and difficult to understand, I took a deep breath and relaxed and then went back to archery saying that it might be more about pulling out my shoulders and waving my sword.

Seeing me like that, I didn't realize Haruki was sighing.

Relaxing and waving my sword, I was remembering. About the day I came to this world.

As soon as we were summoned to this other world, we were also confused and unable to calm down. Initially, the words didn't make sense and that drove extra anxiety, but with a word from Haruki we regained our calm.

"Oh, my God, guys!

And Haruki, who was stunned and trembling. We were all in anxiety, all of us listened to the words.

"Kemono ears! Kemono, I have an ear sister!

Cool, someone fell off my knees. I didn't know how it felt to be that way either.

"Whoa! God! Buddha! Dear Christ! You've fulfilled my desire to have sex with a kemono-eared sister! Bruise! I'll be a believer to all of you!

The people of this world were flabbergasted by Haruki, who suddenly shouted out and lowered his head aloud. We were also stunned, but the women, including me, had a small part to pull off.

Because of this, our position was already in our dreams at this time.

"Hey, beautiful sister. Would you rather have tea with me than these crummy, painful men?

And, even though the words didn't make sense, Haruki spoke to a woman with a fuzzy ear on her head. The talked woman looked terribly troubled and handed a small circle to Spring Tree with a bitter laugh.

"Yeah? What is this? Bracelet?"

Yes, seriously, he got what was handed to him and a female gesture, and Haruki put it on his arm without a doubt. And a woman shrugged something into Haruki small.

Then...

"uhhhhhhhhhhhh"

And Haruki suddenly shouted.

"Haruki...! It's okay ⁉ “ Get it right away... ”

"Kee, listen, knit!

If I rushed closer and tried to take off what was attached to that arm, Haruki resisted it and grabbed my shoulder with both hands.

"Kemono-eared sister worried me!

"... so?

Haruki said she was worried (about her head) with a straight face. I don't know why you look so serious, and I get worried, too. It's in my head.

"Oh, you don't believe me, do you? Then put this on. Because I know the words."

"What, no... that's why..."

I wrapped my arm around the bracelet I had briefly removed and handed over, doubting Haruki's words.

"Do you understand the words?

"Eh ⁉ Ho, I really get it..."

"Right? Now the word wall has been crossed! I'll do it, I'll do it! I'm gonna fuck your sister-in-law!

Why is Haruki so tense? I don't know what's happened to us right now, or where this place is, and I don't care how you look at it, you're in a different context of times, and how is it so usual?

Is this the strength?

I heard it later, but this seems to be a imitation of what was excavated from ancient ruins. Anything, they can suck the magic out of the wearer and cross the word wall. But he doesn't know how it works or how it works, so he can only imitate it.

Assuming this is a translation bracelet, both the words the wearer hears and speaks will be translated. In fact, it seems that it is not translated, but that the words heard by the bracelet are conveyed by converting them into magic with the will on board, but it is incomprehensible to me long after touching something fantastic called magic.

All I know is that I know what words mean in my ear. And most importantly, there, they also allow this bracelet to communicate willingly with creatures that are not human. However, they say the other will is broken, or they can't convert meaningless words, etc. For example, it is impossible to communicate willingly with demons who seem to be in this world, and that screams remain screaming.

Anyway, thanks to our translation bracelet, we are able to live in this world without being plagued by the language walls, but we spent the first week in a private room, given to each of us, without explanation, when we needed time to calm down and settle down.

Of course some protested against such an imperial side. Teacher. The teacher said he appealed directly to the greatest emperor in this country that he wanted everyone back to Japan, but he said the answer was only one word: impossible. At that time, it was still not specifically explained.

So, the day the week went by. A woman dressed as a princess came to my room when we first came to this world.

She called her name Maresia and said she was entrusted to take care of us, the brave ones. She asked each and every one of us to explain carefully why she had read us and what was happening in this world, and to defeat the Demon King.

And the fact that it's difficult to return at the moment...

Everyone heard it and decided to be a brave man even if they were not convinced. Some of them seemed happy to be brave, but the teacher seemed to be pursuing a sense of purpose when he sent them all safely back to Japan.

Am I, one way or the other, gladly a brave man?

There's an act like that, and it's happening now.

With the exception of the unmotivated spring tree, they all went on to arch desperately to live. In addition to Dr. Lena, the archery was joined by former brave candidates Cannon, Sylvia, and then Alku-kun, who preached their specialties, the teachings of swords, bows, magic, and axes.

But unfortunately, none of them were normal to me and I wasn't good at this. I didn't know if that was because I was weak or simply because I wasn't talented, but I decided to work out my sword intensively.

That's because Dr. Lena told me that swords are mediocre in every situation, and then solid.

If you push with force, you have an axe, a hammer, and a two-handed sword. If you want to aim from afar, there are spears and sticks. More importantly, there are bows and magic. If you want to make it a little anomalous, there are sickles and song swords.

Swords are the most versatile, and that leaves few characteristics specific to them. But Dr. Lena said it could be used for all occasions.

Probably the most suitable weapon for me with only mediocre talent. I thought so.

I didn't make it magic because I'm not used to handling magic yet. Some parts admire magic that would only be possible in different worlds. But as long as I had time for it, I thought I should wave my sword steadfastly.

But on the other hand, the most popular is the magic Sylvia teaches. Everyone enjoys different worlds, with all due respect.

When I thought so, I thought I only figured out a little of the true meaning of the words Haruki said.

That could have meant enjoying this world. I've heard you get there early if you think it's fun to study.

That's probably what Haruki was trying to say.

Yes, I was still having an idea that I couldn't take the stamina.

On the other hand, Haruki said that to me, but even though he was not motivated, his strength was only geometrically extended. He jumped through and was strong enough that no one could catch up on that back.

As if, yes - it was made from the beginning.

Wave the sword.

The sights you see on a daily basis in this world will also be the extent to which what went to Kendo Yard in Japan sees you waving a bamboo knife.

However, in the case of Haruki, it has been the same since the beginning for some reason. He stood naturally and waved his sword as if he had been practicing.

So much so that Dr. Lena praised him for overdoing it for the first time.

The same is true with regard to magic.

Haruki is already starting to get his hands on intermediate magic, even though it is still Sekiyama who succeeds in elementary magic once a day, such as me. Even though we had to start where we felt magic, Haruki was able to manipulate magic from the beginning.

Perhaps it was Haruki who was truly called to this world as a brave man.

The talent shows it as it is. We're his accessories. Maybe I just got caught up in it.

Still, if I can be strong, I'm glad. If you can dump me now weak, so...

But not everyone thought the same thing about me.

Audit after audition for about 2 months. After the special training, we succeeded to an unparalleled extent when we lived in Japan.

Everyone can run at speeds exceeding the world record of 100 meters, gain strength that can run dozens of kilometers, and jump to be able to jump up a few meters lightly.

Magic hardly ever fails at the elementary level, and those transitioning to intermediate magic began to emerge.

But on the other hand, those who get on with it also began to come out. Especially the boys started to get optimistic that they could defeat the Demon King anymore and said they wanted to try and fight the demons.

With such a group of men, we women began to push back as long as we fought the demons.

But Dr. Lena was very tough.

Even if we haven't yet, Spring Tree's strength tells us it's a good battle with a Class C demon. It's D-grade for us.

But I thought calmly that if those who live in this world were to appreciate it that way, we would still be weak.

But on the other hand, the boys exposed their anger that it was an unfair evaluation.

To us, Dr. Lena said, "Do you really want to fight? 'I carried on the story. The boys, other than Haruki, accepted that instantly, so that other classmates and teachers could be flushed.

Only Haruki didn't even say no. I was just keeping an eye on Hmm and what was going on.

To be honest, I was afraid to fight demons. Even beasts can die fighting with blades. If that is the unknown kind of demon, it is even more so.

But eventually, you fight the Demon King who hits Las Boss when he's in the game. I was frightened of the ordinary enemies that would come out before that, and I excited myself about what I was going to do.

And the next day.

This is the first time we've ever been outside the city where demons come out. Outside the city was overflowing with greenery. Beautiful flowers and the sight of beautiful butterflies spreading and the meadows that continue everywhere make us recognise that this is a different world.

However, they didn't get any more demons near the city, so they decided to go away to the nearby mountains.

Once in the mountains, there was an indescribably creepy atmosphere there. In a mountain full of danger, unlike the calm mountains of Japan. I accidentally reach for the sword I put on my hips.

We first met demons when we set foot in the dreaded mountains and proceeded to the middle belly.

The number was as low as 6, but giddy fangs and blades with blood drive fear.

"This is a demon called Goblin, a very weak demon. If you fight calmly, you'll win."

Mr. Lena holds our back with a gentle voice, and the man who was walking in the fight to take it runs out for Goblin. Following that, we also ran out and defeated Goblin in nearly five times the number of people: six bodies and 30.

And for the first time, we had the experience of killing demons. I felt repellent. But our situation is not good enough to make us cry.

We have to fight. Until we defeat the Demon King.

The salvation was that the body disappeared? It was mentally very helpful not to have to keep seeing the grotesque sights.

"Brilliant. So let's get some more experience."

Dr. Lena took us further back. The further back the demons grew in number, as did the strength of the individual.

And we're supposed to know. How far away we are from where we want to be.

At that time, it was a Class A demon named Auga who came out before us.

Thicker arms and feet than a round too on a body bigger than a tree. Vicious fangs and horns glowed suspiciously and huge shadows overwhelmed us.

The confidence gained by then, as well as the hope of one day defeating the Demon King and returning to Earth, were all thoughts shattered.

This is the real demon. And he said that the one who was way ahead of him was the Demon King.

Everybody almost turned their backs out of fear. I also turned my back and wanted to get out of this place now.

But that's weakness. To be strong, we have to take a step here...

"Out of the way, knit. I'll do it."

And Haruki, who never tried to fight that far, came forward instead of everyone who put me down. The face was more serious than ever and there was no fine dust such as the usual unscrupulous atmosphere.

And Haruki stood up to Auga alone. The movement was so fast that it was hard to follow with my eyes. But Haruki's attack didn't work enough to say to Auga at all.

A strong spring tree jumped through us, causing only shallow cuts. The fact was very heavy.

Are we sure we can go home?

The demon was eventually defeated by Dr. Lena in an instant. It also weighs our feelings.

Then I was supposed to fight demons regularly. It began with a very weak demon. He went on to have experience fighting demons without suffering any particular injuries.

One day we had some experience fighting demons like that, we performed an evolutionary ritual. Anything, they make the vessel stronger.

It's something we don't understand in our minds, but it's a different world. I decided not to think deeply.

However, one thing that bothered me was the part called [Race: Human] that appears on the status plate given in the birth ritual that I received well before that ritual. If you look closely, did the part next to it that said toddler change into a boy?

It's a mystery why it was written as a toddler, but I'm also not sure it's a boy. I've been living as a woman for 17 years...

But maybe we're still good.

teacher, etc., on a plate labeled Toddler to Boy at the age of 26,

"What is it? Yeah, what is it, this curse plate? What is it? Are you making fun of me being like a man for not having my breasts? Is that a child-faced impression on me when I'm grown up and I'm still in high school and I can't even get into a drinker's? Hey, what about over there?

And he was sticking the nail up. I already resent that. As if the plate were the culprit of all, sticking the nail up like a curse doll.

We were pulling a dong.

I care...

No one uttered a word, but it became a common perception of all classmates.

I evolved once after there was an incident in that sense, but even then...

"Hey, Cora, what do you mean, youth? I'm a woman. There is still enough swelling to put water on the slab. Hey, talk to me right there and answer me!

and there was another dong-pulling incident, first of all the stories within the cuckoo of the species were strictly forbidden. It was already decided naturally, as natural as apples falling to the ground.

Our teacher taught us that there are things that should not be touched by the world.