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

Death steps by step.

Not to me.

I couldn't do anything, I was afraid to kill people, I couldn't move. I was trembling because I was afraid to die.

Such a beautiful spring tree for us challenged the demon and was about to be pierced exactly through its heart now.

"........................"

When I gave up that I couldn't do it anymore, a breeze blew.

That's an almost instantaneous event. I didn't understand what happened. The wind, however, brought me salvation.

One is a tall, big man. The man protruded his fist and sword, protecting the spring tree from the demon's attack.

And the other one, a boy named Hinata. The boy who created the cause of my disturbance by the same name as him.

His back, which clenched and twisted the demon man's arms hard, looked a lot like the little back that sheltered me that day.

"Ah..."

I lost my mind or my hips fell off and collapsed to the ground at a moment of desperation. When I saw the hand that fell to the ground, I still hadn't stopped trembling.

What is that tremor against?

I squeezed my hand and my hand.

I'll make it easier for you now.

Gentle, strong voice.

I looked up hah.

The battle is not over yet. I lose track of such a natural thing, shame on myself that I was relieved that it was over, and put my strength back on my feet.

But the moment I stood up, the blast blew through me and I went back from my butt to the ground.

"Cah!"

The blast occurred right in front of the spring tree.

Dust raised. Just stepping in smashed the ground like tofu and let it explode. The ground that is crushed shall be soiled, and scattered around it. Leaving the dust behind, the two were fleshy to the devil.

"Liar......"

Nature and voice overflowed. A demon with no hands or feet for Haruki. Four of the strongest of the brave armies were bundled together, crossing each other by just two more than each other to their defeated opponents.

"Hey, what are they..."

Someone in my classmate groaned. Everyone felt the same way about him without having to speak up.

Tall man, definitely named Luxeria. He knew he was a strong man, both from his physique and from his age-appropriate style. Though I didn't think we were as strong as Dr. Lena... what stunned us more than that was that Hinata, the same age as Sylvia, was no less overwhelmed by demons than Mr. Luxeria.

Hinata, wrapped in red light, had been cut by the demon attack with her bare hands. On the contrary, sturdiness that is neither seriously attacked nor freaked out. Immediate counterattack after being attacked.

We were fascinated by his battle.

Are you sure you're a kid?

It was supremely natural for such a question to arise.

"You're a ghost, that guy."

"Haruki? Is it okay if I move now?

"Ouch. He just hit me once."

Spring tree with her clothes worn out and laughing. When I stroked my chest down, I heard about you, Alc, who had suffered a major neck injury.

"Alc, what about you?

He said, "Leave him alone and he'll heal."

"Well... I'm glad you're safe"

If that kid hadn't come in for help, we'd both be in danger, no, Sylvia and the others.

A few hours ago, I was rude to him, but I have to pass this along with my apology.

I thought that way, and when I looked at the battle, Haruki looked at the end of my gaze in the same way again.

"I've healed my injuries too, why don't you join the war?"

"Stop it. Leave it to him, you'll be fine."

Sylvia took control of Haruki from the side, who had just hung up on her death but told her to join the war. Look, Alc, your injury was healed, and Kanon, who re-carried the bow, was with you.

Haruki, stopped by Sylvia, nibbled her mouth funny.

"Ho! You probably trust me. Hey, after a lot of fights, I thought you weren't really close, but were you actually hot?

"Stop freaking out.... He's really strong. I'm not that good with you."

For despising yourself that way, it's refreshing. And Sylvia said with a refreshing look on her face.

Besides, Haruki nodded.

"Sure, I could see that one."

I don't know how to care. I slapped Haruki's head.

"Ugh."

"You don't have to worry about it, knitwear. Because I'm not despising myself. It's just... I don't think that's a good idea."

A red shining hinata was attacked by two demons at the same time. But instead of blowing it up, Hinata shoots the counter back at it.

Too bad...... I thought I somehow figured out what the word meant.

I wonder why that child is not a brave man...

"Chip, my skin looks like steel."

I pound my tongue and blow one demon away with a middle kick. Another demon approaching there.

"Ha-ha-ha."

My mouth rips. To avoid pain, the mouth that opened to the limit was torn apart in full force of opening. To eat me.

"Sorry."

Apologizing, I spinned my body. He twirled his kicked up leg and wielded his arm with that momentum. The torn mouth, it cracks even more. From there up and down, the demon man who honestly wasn't what he could see, but lost the upper half of his face.

One more.

When you think so, the shoulder of the demon who lost half his face moves pickly.

"You're lying."

Brutally wielded arms. When I crossed my arms and took it, I jumped backwards using my momentum out of amazement.

You still won't die from this...

"Ahhhhhhhhhh"

The voice was a terribly sad cry. Such a sad scream-stained scream that I don't think I've lost half my face and developed a monster that moves like crazy.

It seemed to me that he was telling me to kill him as soon as possible.

"Oh, I'll kill you right away"

The anger overflowed with similar intentions to kill.

You, your people, and whoever did this to you, I will definitely kill you.

The blade is suddenly pulled out, and I feel like killing myself. From the handheld to the tip of the sword, magic flows in as the water passes down.

"Flash Blade"

Fleshed in instant motion, I slash my sword diagonally off with an accelerated body. Along the way, he gets a bounced impact on his arm and is forced to twist his orbit. A small explosion called Bombon sounds multiple times in just a few seasons, making it one big explosion and rushing through.

That's the first possible move around a demonic costume. In advance, keep it in line with the trajectory of the sword and activate the magic that causes a small explosion.

And when you use the acceleration of instantaneous motion to get down and down the sword, it's the absurd move of twisting and bending the sword's orbit with the impact of an explosion that fits its trajectory. If I hadn't wrapped my demon costume around me, my hands would be blurry by now.

The orbital muscles of the silver wire, uncertain of how many patrols I've made, carve muscle into the demon's body until I get to the step of stopping the acceleration.

Tonghoo

The time I left behind returns with the footsteps that mark the end of the acceleration.

"Ahhh......"

A demon who raises a low severance demon. Several overlapping and intersecting cracks ran to the demon's body. Still, pulsating body. I went to the last resort.

"Demon Blast"

Leaving the seeds of destruction behind, I run to the other end without a glance. The sound of destruction that wipes out everything called Gowowo strikes my ear.

Send magic to the sword, feeling it on your back.

"It's over."

He stuck his sword tip sharply at the demon who grabbed him like a monkey. It pumps compressed magic from the tip of a blade protruding shallow.

"Demon Burial"

When you pluck your sword out of your pants and jump away, the demon will shrink you, as if to dampen the swelling magic.

"Huh, huh, huh, huh."

From the inside, the figure of a former colleague who is turning into Chile. I couldn't hide my bad luck and chewed up my back teeth.

At least, I wanted to leave you a body. They would have had family and friends too...

After the demon attack, the demon king never showed up. I don't know what the hell turned them into demons for.

I never wanted the Demon King to attack me... but I had an irresistible contradiction that I wanted to avenge him.

The demon invasion left me with such an indelible thought, and yet another shallow scar on them from Earth.

Fear of killing with people. Then, what do we have to fight?

I didn't feel good about this fight myself. There is no refreshment in defeating the enemy. It's just awful, it was such a fight.

Evil gods have perished for about 5,000 years. But I realized it wasn't over yet.

"... well, you want to go"

The offering of a journey that is less than half. Ghoul, Keith, as a matter of course, only Cecil will follow.

I completely forgot because of the demon riots, but I asked Cecil what she had been doing for the past two months, and as soon as we were caught, she leaked information to Mr. Lena, who then mastered the Imperial Intelligence Network and called Mr. Lena. I honestly impressed with that skill, but within a few days it was over and later he was gobbling in the inn. In the meantime, I caught him and handed him over to Mr. Lena.

This is the criminal!

But when he woke up in the morning, Cecil had already been released. He was probably released for bribery because Lena, who had just today, had some massive matchmaking pictures.

Patrol! There were criminals here too!

I went first to the village where Keith lived, the source of Cecil's guide, who became a priori in that way. Because it was close, Keith sent Ghoul next, but the fact is that Ghoul is still worried, so it is now behind him.

He slowly walked as he followed the streets leading northwest from the port town of Colo, watching the two boys play their best to spare his farewell.

The journey was only on a flat path with no irregularities. Compared to crossing the desert, it is a journey that only stretches out.

Demons also only come out of the classic weak group. I haven't had time lately and I'm a little underactive. I wish I had fought that Alk with the kid, and it took me about a week to get to the village where Keith's parents waited.

"Keith? Keith?"

As soon as I got to the village, I was about to go to a field job, and my old man with a cuckoo saw Keith, and he threw out a job or something and ran over.

"You, you're alive!

She laughed happily, cuddling Keith. Ooh, she was the neighbor's uncle. I heard about it later.

Keith's return home was immediately conveyed to his parents. A village that begins to make noise. Everyone was tearing at Keith's return and revealing their joy.

One, one, to my crying parents, Keith, who can hold me tight. He looked really happy, happy to be reunited with his parents.

Unlike me, who saw such an act and felt just a little lighter, Ghoul looked so lonely. Maybe my mother is in love.

I stroked Mushamsha and Ghul's head.

I hope it's going to be such a reunion, somewhere to pray.

After that, it was a festival. Everyone in the village rejoiced and made a scene about Keith's return. Ghoul and Keith, who are going to say goodbye today, were mixed up in the festivities and dancing together.

Seeing them like that, me and Cecil tip the non-billy liquor. But the topic was something dark, unlike this lively mood.

"What do you think the other day?

"From what I've looked into, the five people who have become demons seem to be the new American adventurers for sure. The last time they were confirmed was hours before the demon riots. Confirmation has been obtained until the nearby forest has made its way to the request. Kukku, maybe something bad happened in that forest."

The woods...

"Do you think there's a demon king involved?

"Kukukukuku, let me assure you. This is not the work of the Demon King."

"Why can't I tell you enough?

Cecil smiles as she puts a sip on her mouth in an elegant move.

"There are many reasons. One thing is that my information manipulation is perfect. Next, when the demon disturbed, the demon king himself did not come out. And it's because the disturbance was too small."

"I know the first and second. But I don't know the third basis."

The first is that if my presence isn't found out over there, there's no reason to attack the city. The second thing is, if they'd found out, they wouldn't have come out of the other side.

But I didn't know if the small disturbance would prove that the Demon King was not involved.

To me like that, Cecil puts up her thin, long fingers and starts explaining.

"For one thing, the case that the Demon King seems to have been involved in is not to that extent. Wang Du Mao, one of Mr. Luxeria's cases. Both major incidents rocking the country. In the past, there have been a number of major incidents that have shaken similar countries or destroyed the country itself, all of which have led to suspicion of the involvement of the Demon King."

What the hell is the purpose of the Demon King?

The purpose of crushing a man's country?

"To add, the demonized people of the past were not the less powerful New American adventurers. At least Mr Luxeria's father class. It was more than the A-rank equivalent if represented by the Adventurer rank."

I see. After all, strength before demonization flourishes after you do. Well, that's natural, to take it for granted. If you call demonization a kind of rapid growth, it's only natural to be strong if you're strong.

"Kukuku, and this is the funniest. Since the summons of the brave, no, for some reason before that, a large number of demons have emerged in imperial territory, as well as in the dominant areas. Strangely enough, the weak will be the devil."

"Don't be funny. I'm not really a demon, either."

I'm not angry about anything. Sometimes I don't know unless I actually look at it. I didn't understand the misery of being a demon just because I read the diary, either.

"What I find interesting is that I'm not a demon. The premonition that a big incident would happen, and the feeling that a being named me would be involved, shook me up. Cool, Lord, I'm counting on you."

I don't know how to live up to my expectations...

Work before you expect it. After all, you don't know anything.

Stir alcohol in your mouth while zeroing such one's stupidity in your heart.

........................ not good.

After Keith and I broke up in the village, we headed north on the Eurasian continent with a bold treat his parents gave us as a thank you.

Aim, Raspega, a pleasure district. They say it's one of the noisiest cities in the Eurasian continent. It seems like a city lined up with so-called sex districts and full of gambling, booze and non-busy students.

I'm still worried about sending Ghoul to his mother, who lives in such a city. But Ghoul himself wanted to go home, so he went to the city, assuming a bad future.

After roughly a week's journey, we arrived in Las Pega and walked looking for his mother. But we couldn't find it by sundown, and Cecil eventually set out to gather information.

Meanwhile, me and Ghoul were dirty inns, appropriately lenient, but Ghoul was restless with Soissois all the time, waiting to be reunited with his mother.

And when it was night and I finished my meal lightly, Cecil came back with information.

"Lord, I found his mother's place. Normal behavioral patterns too. What do we do?"

"Well, it's night and maybe tomorrow is better..."

See the chilling and softening ghouls. Seeing Ghoul, who can't wait, but isn't going to say Wagamama, I decided to be ready too.

"Ghoul will want to see you soon, and put a piece on by the end of the day"

"Got it. Mother seems to be crossing the backtown drinker at this hour. Let's head there first."

Hearing our conversation, Ghoul jumped out of the inn with his face broken. He can't stand it anymore.

Me and Cecil chased after that on a small run, and when we realized it, we were coming to the back town.

The road is littered with rubbish, and there are still traces of contention. The store probably has a half-opened door, or it's broken and you can hear the insecurity.

I wrote on my chest that if I brought Anna here, it wouldn't work, and I chased Ghoul running around the back streets like that.

"Cahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Who likes you?"

A nasty laugh echoed the way of the backtown. I hate women like this, and when I'm running around thinking of my beloved Charstena, Ghoul suddenly stops. And

"Mother!

Running out in the direction I heard a nasty laugh.

What? Seriously? Who are you now?

I'm a little sorry. I followed Ghoul.

"Well, if you do..."

"Mother."

"Ah?

Running into a drinker in the back town, Ghoul held him to his mother in tears. A mother looking back looks at Ghoul in a bad mood. I got a slightly surprised look on my face, but distorted my mouth so that I could punch my tongue immediately.

"Why are you here?"

"That's right, Mother, that guy..."

"Shut up. Yikes!

Pointing to us and trying to explain it. Beat the ghoul with a flat hand and skip it.

"Or, Mother...?

"Chip... ahhh, I thought I could make some good trouble payments around the corner.... I'm not coming back. If you're here, you can't have a man."

Bashbash and Gool slapping mother. I can no longer watch and accidentally stop grabbing that hand.

"You suck. You're the one who gave birth to your own stomach, aren't you? I've been desperately trying to get back to you, Ghoul, and you don't have to do that."

"Shut up! You're the one who gave birth to me, so I don't care what I do!

"You...!

I expose my anger to the way a mother doesn't try to fit in. Pulls and fists were trembling. But if we don't hit him in front of Ghoul, he's desperately stopping his fist.

"…………………"

Ghoul ran out crying to escape from an unacceptable reality.

"Ha, there's no such thing as a kid. Ola, you can't hold my hand forever! You too..."

Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!

When I let go of my hand abusively, I go after Ghoul. I knew I wasn't supposed to meet a mother like this. I should have died.

"Ghoul, wait! Hey, calm down!"

"I can't calm down. I was a child my mother didn't want! Yet, yet, I... Huh!

Tears were constantly overflowing from Ghoul's eyes.

Rejection from the person who was most heartfelt. How deeply it ripped the young boy's heart...... Ghoul moaning sadly, I don't know how good it is anymore, just crying.

My father's words came to my head when I saw such a ghoul.

"... Ghoul, what do you want to do?

"How...?

"That's right. Whether you're crying or moaning, it doesn't start. We have to move on. No matter how hard or painful it is, people have to look forward. So, Ghoul...... what do you move forward?

Have a dream.

The words my father gave me. That's what my father said to me on the adventurer's path. But if it's hard, you don't have to be an adventurer.

Everyone has the right to have dreams. When it's hard, you can run for it.

Yes, I made my father's words my own.

In the eyes to move, Ghoul's thoughts were shriveled or swollen. Soon all he had to do was cry, and he mouthed a big, swollen dream.

"I want to be a fine person"

It was a terribly abstract dream, with no shards of specificity, but I thought it was a good dream.

"I want to be the kind of decent person your mother would say you don't need me, you need me."

Wipe your tears, Ghoul, who talks about a dream you've just made. I'm sure I'll hit or frustrate the wall again and again in the future. But...

"Right. Then we have to work on that dream now."

I wanted to support you. Feeling healthy about my mother, I felt like working with her.

"Well, why don't you join me tomorrow?"

"Yeah!"

I stroked Mushamsha and Ghul's head and tried to turn back to the inn.

The ghoul got a little bigger. Then maybe this was a good idea. Thought so...

"yeahhhhhhhh"

A sudden scream echoed in the back town of the night. It belonged to a woman. A woman who keeps screaming with such a high voice as Keane. It's hard to tell where it's coming from, what it sounds like, in a city with lots of obstacles.

Pa and Ghoul left my hand at that moment when I tried to somehow expand the space.

"Ah, hey! On your own......"

"It's my mother! My mother's screaming now!

With an imminent look, Ghoul rushed out to his mother's crisis.

"Oh, my goodness!

Something I wanted to scream for now. Honestly, I don't care about Gool's mother... I think it hurts, but even if something happens, I can't beat him with Gool right now.

I spoke bitter thoughts, dissipated them, and then followed Ghoul.

... I'm like a stalker after Ghoul today.

I mean, Cecil, where did you go?

If you look away for a moment, this is it. Is he a child?

"Mother!"

I jump into the alley where Ghoul jumped in without delay.

"Ah, ah..."

There, as Ghoul said, was his mother. He was slipping his hips out of fear and leaking an unspeakable voice into the tragedy in front of him.

In front of her, the wreckage of a lying woman. And there was someone who wore a robe deep to crouch in front of that body.

"Get away from my mother."

That's what I said, Ghoul, shaking and pulling out his sword. Fear struck me in the chest when I was young trying to protect my mother.

I put my hands gently on my trembling shoulders,

"Ghoul, leave him to me."

"Brother Ray......"

I pulled out my sword and did my eyes on the robe. Is it a man physically? I don't see my face very well. But it is in the eyes that teeth reflecting on the pale moonlight spreading frantically.

The moment I saw it, an unspeakable chill chilled my spine.

The man in the robe doesn't speak a word, just exposes the teeth of the third moon. The famously difficult cold filled the scene. The frantic killing of a man who freezes cooler air at night even more. Even Gool, who bravely jumped into the type of killer I'd never felt before, was pale in the face.

Nita and the man who strips his teeth out even more. On your hands, a knife-like little knife. But blood drowned on that little blade, and even the flesh crept.

It was a part of instinct close to intuition, and I was afraid. My legs tremble like a samurai tremor. It's not like any of the killings I've ever felt. Even I was about to be drunk for pleasure.

to dispel it, and to inspire self-confidence. I

"Ha."

I laughed off briefly and penetrated myself. Twisted the tremor with force and approached it at once. Nitanita and her grinning teeth are closed as if they had been taken in disgust.

For a moment, he received a force in the opposite direction from the direction of the progression. It's like a shock that returns all the energy of the rush to me.

My teeth open again.

I use aggressive, inverted, and even repulsive space to convert vectors. He kicked up a narrow alley wall and fleshed to a man.

Slashing from heights.

The man in the robe showed it defensively, sliding the little blade of the knife. A kick in his hair also defended the man by trying to pull his elbows to his face in a good way.

Then, now turn it around. A man's knife can stick up to me. I force it through my armpits in a subtle system in the air, throwing a man into the back of an alley with retrograde guidelines.

The man in the robe, who hit a crate left in the alley and bounced while breaking it, eventually rolled to the ground. But it doesn't look like there was any damage from the way you're shaking your shoulders about what's wrong.

When the man gets up with a firm foothold, he jumps up on the roof. I tried to be vigilant like that. With me on my ass, the man returned the hem of a bah and a robe - escaped.

"Become...! Stay!

Not expecting to escape, he was taken aback for a moment, but soon I jumped on the roof, too, and put the robe man in sight again.

Without thinking about the neighborhood nuisance between Daddada and midnight, the man in the running robe who was hitting me made sure I jumped on the roof, and he jumped himself downstairs.

"Let him go!

I've got space, and I've expanded the space to cover the whole city. But - I don't know anything.

It is as if in the woods of the world tree, as the distance separates, the movement is not felt.

"Chip."

Even though I pounded my tongue, I ran through the roof instantly, regardless of any unexplained glitches. Then he jumped into the alley where the man jumped and followed the man by relying on Kang.

But.

My Kang can't be counted on. This was also the case when we were previously lost on this continent.

Clogged up, I could never capture Robe's man again.

Having let the man go, I gave up looking for any more and went back to the Ghouls. I wasn't away that long, but I remembered the adage 'the killer goes back to the scene' in a flash, and I remember anxiety and went back as fast as I could.

Back in the alley, I had the illusion that only there was as if time had stopped.

The body of a woman who doesn't move. Probably someone who was drinking with Ghoul's mother earlier. A mother who solidifies herself by looking blue and relieved of the woman. Ghoul still looked like he couldn't stop trembling. I can't help it. People were being killed.

As I slowly approached them, I gently laid my hands on Ghoul's head.

"Ghoul, let's go"

At the end of the day, you can leave it to this guy. I don't even know where the guards are.

Yes, I tried to leave the frightened woman alone. That's because I couldn't forgive her myself.

But Ghoul shook my hand and ran over to his mother. And I lay my own hands on my mother's hands softly.

"Ah..."

She was relieved, too, to feel the warm body temperature transmitted to her hands and turned her attention to Ghoul.

"... this is how you comforted me when my mother used to cry. 'I'm not afraid of this anymore'. It's okay, Mother. There is no longer that man. I'm done being scared."

My eyes wet staring at Ghoul. A pale pale white out of between the clouds illuminates the two of them, and we can see each other's faces well. A son who worries his mother with a masculine face with a mother who looks like she is driven by regret; the two overlapping hands were gently and firmly bound.

"Mom, I want you to admit it. I want you to tell me that you're my son. So I'll be a fine person and I'll be back. Be strong enough to be the kind of person your mother can be proud of and need."

Ghoul's thoughts toward my mother. The boy who told the dream had a strong, masculine look.

From my mother, whose tremors subsided, Ghoul grinned sadly before releasing her hands gently. The connected hand is now untied.

A healthy and gentle boy walks out of the way without looking back.

"G., Ghoul......"

I don't even stop at my mother's call, I don't stop walking with my determination on my chest with my back turned.

Eventually, one disappeared from the alley, Ghoul. In an attempt to chase him like that, Ba and his rising mother fell to the ground letting her legs be.

"Ghoul......! Ghoul, wait......!

As if wishing, a face stained with regret chased after Ghoul's shadow.

"... you can't look back on Ghoul right now."

As I stood, I whined to myself, blind to my mother.

"When Ghoul comes home splendid, can you just keep your chest up and hug him?... I don't think so."

I turned my heels back and turned my back on my mother. There was nothing more to say, and while I heard her sobbing, I also left before her again.