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

A room in the white glowing Imperial Castle. In that room, where white is the tone, as in the exterior, only voices that carve numbers steadily echo.

"… 1508, 1509"

Sweat dripping from the temples. It's a testament to how many hours I've been going on. My fingers supporting my body shudder with pulls, and I feel like it's time to use limit breakthroughs.

But you can't use such a defiant move.

All I need now is the guts to endure this turbulent ordeal.

As an adventurer, it may still be difficult, but the creeps I felt at the time of the progression are in this country.

Murderers and demons. Neither, calmly analyze, is my enemy now. If you mean it, you'll have a piece in less than a minute.

However, it still says (...).

That time, if I hadn't made the wrong choice, I wouldn't have developed into that big of a case.

If you were waving this arm at the same time as revealing who you are.

We must deflect consciousness from the screams of the devil.

No, if I'd gotten to the answer sooner.

Regret is rotten enough.

"People make a lot of mistakes, they fail and they grow bigger."

Now it's time to make no mistake. I won't fail. I left the whereabouts of the murderer to the Emperor. I asked Cecil to manipulate the information. Some reliable fellow named Luxeria, third time honest. Next time be sure......

For that, I have to be stronger. Because I don't think it's the same thing to rely on people as to leave them to you. I don't think you can really say you're growing if you don't give me more strength to live.

So I had a classic workout I could do in my room. Sometimes I thought it would be good to build muscles purely. Simple Talent Enhancement. Not Dick, but this is an important strength factor too.

Recently, now that I don't remember my busy skills, I feel like a simple talent enhancement is the shortcut to getting stronger.

Thus, as he worked seriously for the muscle tread, the door was inadvertently knocked.

-Concon.

I was in training, and instead of opening the door, I speak up.

"Come on in! I can't get my hands off you right now!

Sweating on the floor, he made a slightly louder voice to be heard on the other side of the door that looked upside down.

Who would that be?

He also confirmed the visitor's appearance with a reversed vision as to whether the moon had arrived.

He traced his thin legs, his blue skirt, his white blouse, and at the end of the gaze he reached, he had a hair color like the sea of the South and a silvia's ragged face staring half-eyed.

"... I'm blinded. You can't even be in your room alone?

"Hey, stop rating me like a kid like that. This is a muscle trap, muscle trap. I'm gonna be a macho."

Yes, to Macho like my father!

... Well, I'm not expecting it skeletally. The system around here is a mystery. My power is supposed to be more than the show bastards around here, but thank God it's not like Earth.

"So, what can I do for you?

"Yeah. Alk wants a mock fight. Looks like you're free, too. What do you say?

Apparently Sylvia brought in stories of the battle that flowed before. As far as I'm concerned, I'm getting tired of all the muscle straining, so it was a pleasant invitation.

"Fine. Just give me a minute."

After I put in the no, when I cut off the workout, I removed my clothes from the storage space and changed clothes. I thought I was leaving straight away, but Sylvia, waiting in the room for me to finish getting ready, turned away when I pulled out my clothes, turned my face towards the bet - and pulled my face apart.

As I look at it, it turns into a dong pull on me, and I'm exposed to a gaze of indifference.

"What's with the stick? I don't remember you looking at me like that."

"No, anything..."

Sylvia looked away so awfully awkwardly.

What the hell was that? I turned my gaze to the bet Sylvia pulled my face off.

There, there was a book. That book I threw out because it was indecipherable.

Ha?

Why do I have to look at this and be donned?

Oh, you're studying. If you get the impression that it's great, it doesn't seem like there are any elements to be pulled...

"Can you read the letters in this book in a minute?

"... Yep. So many hobbies."

"No, wait. Let's settle down once. I don't know what it says, but I just bought it to study. Understand very well there."

"... yes"

Sylvia's eyes remained cold. This kid doesn't listen to people's excuses as if they were. After all, I haven't solved the previous misunderstanding...

How to solve her misunderstandings later. First I asked for the title of the horrible book.

"What does it say here because of that?

"....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... The hot season is coming to you. Hot Baby Words for Women Intermediate Edition '"

"Who gets it?"

Where is the demand? You're just creepy. What, guys looking for a hot period?

Learn your common sense before you ask for a hot term! Baby, if they talk in words, the woman of the world is a dong-puller! Like Sylvia now.

Besides, it's an intermediate edition...

Baby, do you have an elementary or advanced in your language? Huh?

"How scratchy is the title..."

"I agree with that. I don't mean it..."

He's not cute at all. Your beautiful face is crying. Let me shine more! That.

And while I was thinking about what I was going to get busted when I said it, I asked what I was worried about.

"Do you know what word this is?

"Yes, it's an ancient letter."

"Ancient?"

Is that it? That's crazy. Something's wrong.

Sometimes what's wrong is why Sylvia can read ancient letters, and most importantly, it's impossible that the times she spent in her dreams were ancient.

Ancient means pre-newborn history, right?

Look, it's crazy. Because I fought demons in my dreams. There was no demon before the birth of the Evil God, so it can't be.

Such a question went on in Sylvia's words and was resolved without bitterness.

"... doesn't mean it's not being used. Even empires are still commonly used in some parts of the world, and ancient antiquities have been lost in their letters. I don't know what to explain. Ancient characters are usually used, but among other things, the meaning of special usage has been lost."

A special use?

Well, I can guess. Given Mr. Maresia's words, I'm guessing the one with the magic team's explanation on it is the lost one.

"Where is it used in the Empire because of this?

"Academic City Arctia"

Academic city... that's for sure...

"Where my alma mater is."

Yeah, it's where the magic school is. From what I've heard, it seems to be the most academic land in the world. They say there are ancient sites near everything, many scholars who are elucidating their investigation and ancient technology, and also numerous experts in other fields.

I personally am interested in ancient technology and history, so I was hoping to go sometime... don't worry.

"Arctia..."

When I squealed to remember the name, I held the sword. I care, but I can't get there right away. Let's move our bodies and distract ourselves.

Sylvia showed me to the courtyard where Alc waited.

In the courtyard, there was an alk waiting ready for battle. But he wasn't the only one waiting. The courtyard is a very large and open place. At the edge of that courtyard you can see the unevenness and the sight of the spectators, and the faces of the chills you know.

"Something's happening..."

I was stunned by an unexpected gathering.

"What do you take for granted... you defeated that Holy Knight?

Holy knight... the star of expectation and all kinds of two names. Why do I only have two weird names?

"You don't really feel it..."

I know he's been entertained all over this continent, and I know I'll talk about it because I beat Dick. But still, it's hard to hold as a practical feeling.

Beat Dick. It's happened more than 8,000 times already. It might be like being a competitor to really feel that awesome. 'Cause on the contrary, Dick, who beats me over 8,000 times, doesn't get rated awesome for that, does he?

I'm very dissatisfied. Looks like I'm being seen weaker than him.

"I don't really want to fight where the audience is, well, I can't help it"

Fu reminds me of it at the militant tournament. When you have an audience, you can't use the big moves. Well, Dick, you won't be able to see around you unless you're also your opponent, but it's easier to do it without you.

With that in mind, an alk with a giant axe on his shoulder approached him with a docile and heavy footsteps.

"Come on, do it. Hey, I'm a wuss."

Alk, who couldn't wait that way, looked like he was waiting for me to pull out my sword. Maybe in him that's the signal for initiation.

When I told Sylvia to look away, I slowly pulled out the sword of the orga.

"Alc ~, do it!

"Don't lose both of them!

"To the extent that neither of us get hurt -!

Me and Alc exchange sharp gazes as the cheer flies. Alk had a very pleasant grin. Maybe I'm something similar.

With the increase in concentration, the strength of the body is lost. I was the most relaxed. But I'm not alarmed.

I was prepared for the tension of running shortly after.

The move was faster on the alk. I shake my sword diagonally, even slightly late, to Alc, who waved down the heavy duty giant axe with one hand.

For a moment, I felt the shock of my arm being paralyzed, and the weight added to my sword.

"Knock... power type as it looks"

The sword I shook up comes back jizzy.

"Wow, that's all we got."

"I hate when I want that power."

Decided. This guy, crush it with power!

"Shh, shh, shh, shh."

I switched to both hands, swinging my sword half forcefully, backstep. Taking a short distance from the alk, I thought of a handstand.

Time for a moment of thought. It was stopped by an axe that Alk shook down to the ground on the spot.

"Farming tricks. Huh, hips."

Alk waved down with both hands from the top, screaming what farmer would want to scratch. An idiotic battle axe leaves heavy-duty claw marks on the ground and invites them to sink. Moments, roaring ground. and at the same time cracks run from the fallen ground to the foot.

As I jumped diagonally back up on the verge of reaching that crack, I saw an alk with my body in front of me with an axe pierced.

"Tips for digging holes. Ah, power for one or two."

As he shredded the ground, and dragged his axe at the mercy of his strength, Alk clawed up a natural bullet with that power and momentum, as he did in golf as it were.

Shoot me as a bullet and a dirt mass jumps up into the air. The momentum of the bullet is tremendous, and one by one looks big and strong again. But nobody's gonna think I'm gonna end up like this. The spectators watched my movements, and after Alc was shot through by that bullet, he was running over to the bullet to make a blow to me next time.

I wrapped magic around my body and kicked space.

"Momentum."

Under intense air resistance to the body, both bullets blow Alc's body at the counter. Alc danced in the sky as if he had been jumped by a dump car, groaning much shorter. But with a distressed look, he attacked the ground again at the same time as flipping and landing in the air.

The blow of the axe, which also carried the power of the fall, was incomparable with the previous blow, and the courtyard receded like a crater of meteorites, and the entire castle trembled on its impact. And finally it became intolerable, countless cracks ran on all sides, and those who fell out of balance in the audience continued.

But the extent of the light earthquake is no longer a threat. For me, it's a great opportunity to crack my head open to thought. While the ground rocked, I didn't try to force myself to move, I observed Alc wielding all the power I wanted to do, and then a flash was born in me. I fog and change my demon costume once to execute it without getting lost.

Red light is absorbed from the surface of the body to the inside. It's a new demonic costume that's back to the beginning.

An image far from the demonic costume of defensive specialization that passes magic through one's skin and covers it. Let's try a demonic costume that specializes in physical enhancement that I had to desist from once.

Yes, everything is a way of using it. The magic used to consolidate the flesh cannot strengthen it. It's the muscles that create power. If muscle contraction creates power...

- You can shrink the magic.

The new demon costume under that flash looks no different than usual. But I do feel it. I moved my hand slowly to make sure of it.

"Move..."

Control is still sweet. It's hard to walk.

But I did realize the existence of a new demonic costume that was invisible.

"Where are you looking?"

A crack looms in front of me, who had often deflected consciousness from the alc after gaining a foothold in the new demonic costume. I jumped up to get away from it... and drowned the garden.

"Ha...?

The ground that leaves my footprints clear. As if it were an attack by Alc, the earth falls and cracks spread around it.

Meanwhile, I jumped up with the intention of jumping lightly, and, if I noticed, I was over the top of the castle.

Oh, my God... I could have invented a hell of a move. This is multiplying your legs, isn't it?

I meant to fly lightly, but I haven't been able to do anything about it. It's very dangerous. But this... it may not be my dream to slash each other in the front with Dick.

"What's left to be done is not to be a mucky."

When I felt a little sorry for myself and sighed, I converged the magic that had entered my flesh. Perhaps this is what caused it.

This didn't happen when Gold used the demon costume. Maybe it's because I didn't have the idea of giving you power, but it's a frontier that the genius guy couldn't get to when it comes to demon costumes.

I think there are other reasons for this unusual enhancement. And that's probably the same thing as this one.

"Demon Blast Ball"

Yes, magician skills. This skill to process magic has only been used for demon bombs, but if you think about contracting magic, it's a single-pitch for this skill. Like a fish that got water, my skills must have strained.

Demonic costumes are the ones that can put magic into your body. It is the magician who adjusts that to good condition. When I thought about it, I was a little confused by myself not realizing that I had the right skills.

"Well, that's practice."

If you notice new possibilities, you'll only have practice later. Sooner or later, when I was touring my thoughts, the seeds of the demon bomb that had been shot and left unattended were approaching Ark.

Now it still stops just before it bursts, but Alk's face becomes more rugged by the light that stirs the reddish vigilance of the concentrated magic. But I won't show you how to move if you're willing to pull it to the brink.

But if we leave it like this, it will be easily avoided. But there are many moves you can use if you can only visualize them. I used one of them for an alc that predicted the timing.

"Fixed"

I could see an alk stitched to the ground with its feet in a hurry, even from far above. Now Ark can't move off the spot for about 10 seconds. Enough time for the demon bomb to reach us.

When I shrink the magic mass and light the fuse line, I lead the bomb to the scratching arc......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

suddenly shut out vision.

At the same time, everything disappeared, both the sound and the feeling of the wind transmitted to the body.

As if suddenly dropped in the dark, my consciousness closed my connection to the outside world.

"Is this still happening?"

I felt Nord's voice heard as he sank into the deep everlasting darkness.

My consciousness was restored when a week passed.

I woke up in a room loaned to me by the Imperial side, and I regained consciousness on my bet.

"Sir, you're awake! All right, you're safe."

Around, there were friends who were worried and escorted me, including Luxeria, as well as disciples. Everybody breaks my face when they see my consciousness back.

"Me... what happened?

As soon as I regained consciousness, I asked around with the white ceiling in my sight. It was Sylvia who was right around the corner who answered that question.

"I suddenly lost consciousness during a simulated battle with Alc. But the healer said it wasn't bad anywhere in his body, so maybe it was the overuse of magic."

"Too much magic..."

A head that doesn't clear as if it took Bo and Xia. I remember this feeling. It does resemble a state of magic depletion, but it doesn't stick.

I wonder why. Yeah...... oh yeah. I still had room for magic then, didn't I? That's what's weird.

"Mr. Kitchick, are you sure you're okay? What's wrong with your eyes?

…………

You're sleepy. I'm so sleepy. Shall I stay asleep?

"Hinata...?

Oh, no, you can't. I had a lot to do.

"Hey, Hinata, are you conscious?

I need to go to the World Tree and get some medicine to cure Selah. Then we need to catch the killer, get the brave man home, and go to the rest of the secret. Oh, Lycood needs to pick him up, too.

"Brother Ray, are you okay?

Is that it? Something different. Oh, yeah. I promised to go hang out with Charstena.

"Sir!"

The roar of Luxeria struck out my thoughts.

Is that...? Me... what now?

"Sir, hold on tight. Look at me."

I saw Luxeria as I was told. His eyes were serious and he seemed to be peeking into me.

"... husband, when was the last time you evolved?

"Evolution...?

When was that?

Speaking of which, when is it now?

"... forgotten"

I have a lot of crap in my head, and I can't get my thoughts together, and I can't remember.

"Sir, let's head to church now"

That's what Luxeria told me and I was half-forced to stand, and I was taken to church, not sure. My legs snapped many times on the road, my head fluttered and my body didn't move as I thought it would. It's like a puppet with a broken thread.

Accompanied by everyone, he evolved in a church in the imperial capital. It was God of Genesis who chose it. I think that's a good idea.

When I finished my evolution, I somehow saw the biggest Luxeria. Then Luxeria started talking about what she thought of it.

"What do you say, sir? You've got a clear consciousness, haven't you? Perhaps there was a significant imbalance between mind and body. But evolution drives the flesh to the spirit..."

At the end of his evolution, he noticed me looking at Bo and Luxeria's face, and he stopped talking.

"Sir?"

Luxeria stares at me in surprise. Sylvia and the others have turned their worried faces on me to the sound of that anxiety, but I don't know why they look like that. It's also a pain in the ass to think about. There's something more important to me than that.

That's when all I had in mind was her.

"Don't go see Charstena..."

Vision tilts. The sound fades.

I reached out to her phantom, which I couldn't reach, and I fell.

But I couldn't help but stretch my hand and fell to the floor with no power, and finally my eyes began to reflect the dark darkness.

My eyes, they're blind.

I can't hear you.

Nothing, nothing, I don't know.

At this point, the thread that connects my soul to my body was completely broken.

"Hey, husband."

"Kitchick 8265;"

"Mr. Kitchick, what's wrong? ⁉ ⁉ ⁉ ⁉ ⁉ ⁉ ⁉ ⁉ ⁉ ⁉ ⁉ ⁉ ⁉ ⁉ ⁉

"Hinata-kun! Hold on!

"Hey, Hinata, open your eyes!

"Brother Ray. Brother Ray."

The doll with the thread cut lies without force.

I desperately called on the doll, but there was no reaction, and no one knew why. That too should be, because this was caused by the collapse that was taking place in their depository unknowns.

Ray's sudden unconsciousness came with the collapse of his soul, which lost support. The collapse of the soul, which could not have happened, broke the connection with the flesh. Death is the only thing waiting for a body that is disconnected from its soul. The body temperature of that flesh was declining rapidly. My heartbeat makes my breath weak.

And waiting ahead is the death of the flesh and the extinction of the soul.

To avoid it, the hand of oblivion was once again approaching Ray's soul.

But as opposed to it, the little shards that were lurking his breath behind him burn up.

- It's just our memories. Are you going to take it from me? [M]

The shard shook off the hand of oblivion, falling apart one by one. I gathered it dearly, dearly.

I won't let you take it from me again.

We'll never forget it again.

We're not like before. Now...

Strong thoughts restored the connection and restored the beat that was weakening. And...

"I'm here."

Another Ray woke up.