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

Now one settlement has been reached.

In talking about a human being named me, there's an arrangement with someone who can be described as the beginning of it.

What that settlement brought to me was the honor of arguing with a mass murderer, or was it just the stigma of a killer? I'm not even interested in such a public assessment right now, but it's depressing to think I might have to kill one more. Besides, there's no time to worry about it, not even the earliest.

Pathetic signs of being imprisoned by resentment are approaching. It's a sign of the one who stopped humans.

- He's a demon.

If this happens, there's no other way to save it than death. At least I don't have any other way together. Even if you know that's not the end your voice really wants...

"Gahhh!"

I couldn't have foreseen anything but her unbroken death.

An empty hole in the center of the floor. Anomalies that no one would have to jump out of there. It's harder to find her face, body, and face at the earliest.

If you say it without decoration, it was no longer a person.

Water-soaked bristles stretched out of your whole body like beasts. Long enough to stick to the floor, Bossa's dark hair covers her face more than half and the red-black dyed eyes that glimpse from between her hair are red, strong and light like her hellfire. Dog teeth that reflect that light and crawl out of their bloodstained mouths are like ghost fangs.

Her blood-running eyes, which turned out to be such demons, stain even more red.

"Zebulaattwoo"

A cloudy water splash gushing up from the crushed floor to echo her cry, which fell into hatred.

"Don't touch that water!

Water spraying up high and high into the sky. A dirty sign, felt from that water. Hatred that did not allow other beings to exist was entwined in its waters.

I jumped off the scene with a ghoul whose injury was healing when I raised my voice and drew attention.

Then Haku, who was in the air, followed my instructions and floated heavily to evade the water. On a rough garden with Lucy's magical aftermath that sees desperation on its back, Luxeria bounces water back with a blade of shelter wind to those who cannot move.

And the emperor faced her, who became a demon when he swept away the droplets with a sword.

"Golos! Golos! Golos! Golos! Golos! Golos!

It's not a roar, it's a hateful word. Yes, words. Doesn't that mean that her will still exists there?

Her demonization seems different from the other demons I've ever seen. It seems painfully unconscious. But on the other hand, I get the impression that the changes that have appeared in that body are closer to demons than the demons I've ever seen.

"- Avoid!

For a moment, with warnings from the sky, the pale light fell from heaven to the demon man vertically. Blowing extreme cold storms. A roar rocking the city carried extremely cold air, rapidly cooled air condensed all at once, and frost covered the city apart from dust.

"That's a hack"

To Haku, who solidified the water movement with one blow, I groaned with pride and lowered Ghoul to the ground of dirt.

And just now he returned his heel with a bloody sword in his hand to the place where his mighty brace was unleashed.

- Let's end this sad battle already.

I got ready and packed my distance all at once.

Floors where water, including blown protection, freezes and slips with less friction, like skating rinks. However, I don't have trouble with the foot treadmill thanks to scattered debris, objects, and heavily uneven ground just pressed and consolidated from above.

I quickly wave my sword and blow the frost with that sword pressure. And at the end of his frosty sight, two figures killing each other without dodging or defending Haku's braces were stopping time in the ice.

A severely distorted face to peel out his fangs and a faceless face that doesn't make him feel any mercy. What do you two think when you see each other's faces in the ice?

I can't read it from the two people who stopped moving.

But a crack in the ice tells us that we're no longer compatible with each other. It runs thick and countless again, as if it were an indication of the broken relationship between the two.

Eventually, when it reaches its limit - all the ice flies shatteringly, as if the glass had broken - and time moves out again.

"Cinéche"

Five fingers with bent tips like beasts. Then a sharp, long nail that stretches. The gloss is no different than a polished sword. It's to kill people.

If the strength of the hatred that gave rise to the murderous intent made a difference with the other demons, then perhaps her hatred is so strong and so deep. That can be seen from her eyes, which burn and roll violently, and her badly distorted face.

- Forgive me. Forgive me. Never forgive me!

Its strong hatred and anger is transmitted through its eyes.

But in front of that gaze the emperor has cold eyes that do not make him feel any mercy, as if he did not feel anything, as if he were a machine that performs his work lightly.

Iris' claw presses to tear the emperor apart. But for him it was as if it were an attack not enough to take, it was lightly swallowed and a sword in her neck - gagging!

The sound of heavy metal tearing together. That was the sound of me taking the Emperor's sword.

"You two better not fight."

The two of you who interrupted me stopped moving for a moment. But instantly, a sharp hook claw swung down just to say it was out of the way.

As I spun it, I pulled her forcefully, using its centrifugal force and tangled arms.

"I need you to step away for a second"

"Guuuuuu!"

Ignoring all her biting screams, relentlessly, throwing her body into the sky, she turned to the emperor staring at this one with a sharp eye.

"Why did you stop?

Because I heard the dead. Even if you keep that in your mouth, it's visible that you're just being ridiculed.

So, just for a moment, I decided to go away and tell you why.

"Don't you really want to fight that guy?

"... down. I don't think I'm going to let that kind of emotion flow..."

"I can't do it as an emperor, can I?

Was it a picture star, or the face of the emperor, who was faceless, is picky and strong for a moment.

"But I've been asked to. He told me not to let you two fight."

"To whom?

From behind, there are signs of rapidly approaching through the ice. You must be the demon I threw.

But I answer aloud to reach her, without looking back.

- It's Gaius the Brave.

The Emperor's face hardens and the demon's footsteps stop. For these two, I guess his name is so shocking that he unexpectedly forgets both his role and his hatred.

I felt that the slaughter air was only a little soothing.

"So there's no reason for you guys to argue. Let's not do this anymore."

"... bullshit"

It was the Emperor who recovered first from the shock. The emperor keeps on saying things like throwing up and throwing them away.

"I'm not changing my mind any more now that I just threw up such lies trying to confuse me. Get out of there."

When the emperor lifted his sword, he protruded in front of me. A gaze with the thought of slashing if you don't retreat. No one will be able to stop him with just his mouth anymore. Even if his brother stopped...

"I don't like it. I'm not one of your men. An adventurer. So I don't listen to your orders, and I do what I think is right. So, now I've decided to fulfill your brother's wish. This guy doesn't want you two fighting. Now I see you guys fighting, and I'm moaning. You know I'm not lying, right?

Still, he tried to convey his thoughts because he had a slight hope? To the part of this man who remains, not the emperor.

"So I'm not going back."

"Well, then..."

Temperature is lost from the emperor's eyes. Ruthlessly, I lost all mercy. That's what captures me.

I looked so disastrous and miserable as an emperor.

"Until I pull him back with all my strength."

"Then I'll do my best to stop you."

The emperor's sword slashed the wind.

Blade shook down for neck. I pushed my fist forward as I dropped my hips and avoided the trajectory.

As a result, the emperor's attack slashed the sky, and my fist captured the center of my body, my belly. Is that the favorable condition of paralysis that brought me here?

If it had not, the result would probably have been the opposite.

"Demon Bullet!

"Knock..."

I struck a magic bullet out of my fist. Magic bullets the size of which is likely to be about basketball were powerful enough to blow up the emperor today.

But only demon bullets that can't do a lot of damage will soon attack again. So I let the magic that I had launched enter the emperor's body.

"Demon doll, glue"

I got the hang of putting magic on my opponent's magic in the Demon King's War ahead. So even if I hadn't touched it directly, it wasn't that hard to let people intrude into their bodies if they had that much magic.

And to bind the emperor invaded by paralysis, enough magic for what he struck out. The emperor now shouldn't be able to move one by two ties.

"Huh! You! I guess you know what it means to attack me. ⁉"

The emperor, made to glue his body and unable to move, has threatened me while lying on the ground. But that's not a threat or anything to me.

"I don't know. You know, when I don't even like princes, I beat them up and grew up in an okay country."

What's wrong with doing what my heart feels right? I don't know if he's an emperor or what, but what's wrong with punching someone who's been pointing a sword at him?

I'm not trying to force anyone to live my way.

You keep your mouth shut.

I may have to flee this country as soon as this is over, but I spread the encroachment of magic to my mouth and strengthened my restraints.

And I turned back on my heels and turned back to her, falling into a demon who stiffened in flames with my arms shaken up.

"Will you stop... already?

"Ahhh..."

She groaned, not the answer to my question. But the sadness caged in that voice, her hate-stained eyes, shows definite reason.

"Gaiasu......"

Tears spill out of her eyes calling the name of the former brave man. Even now that she had become a demon, her heart was overshadowed by deep sorrow.

- Iris... sorry. If I had told you everything that day, I would never have pulled you into this path.

The voice - the brave Gaius, speaks to her. But the wall of death separates him from her, and no voice reaches him.

"... I'm sorry."

So I have to tell him I'm on the line. So maybe we can save her. Miracles could happen.

Because she loves him enough to resist the protection of evil gods.

"I don't know, but I'm sorry I couldn't tell you everything that day."

"Ahhh... Gaiaaah"

Large tears spill out of her eyes.

- I was ready for everything and I told my brother from myself. He said he was going to defeat the Demon King.

"I was ready for everything and I told my brother from myself. He said he was going to defeat the Demon King."

I repeated the words as they came through. Because I wanted to tell you exactly what the person she loved said.

"But I lost. So I'm the one who's all bad. It's not the people in this country or your brother's fault."

"Haaaa, Sonnaa... Watashiha, Watashiha..."

"So no more of my revenge. I don't want to see you like that."

The overflowing tears are overflowing.

I'm sure this guy just loved him. About the brave Gaius.

I couldn't forgive that love because it was big and big and real.

The Emperor. The people. And this country.

"I'll always be at your side. Even if he's dead, my heart is on your side."

"Duh......"

The roaring cry sounded so sad to me. But I thought it was amazing. Even as a demon, her heart never forgets love.

That's why I stopped talking.

"I love you...... wait a minute. Am I gonna tell you? I mean, can I tell you something?

The more I accidentally checked, the heavier the words seemed.

But she cries and begs that it has nothing to do with it.

"Chicaseteje...... Caleno Cotobavo"

So I decided to say it. I put the word in my mouth, taking care, taking care, making sure it weighed in my chest.

"- I love you. Whatever this life runs out of, whatever you look like, and whatever sins you bear, I'll keep loving you. Forever."

"Ahhh... ahhh... watasimo... watasimo, anatasaishitel..."

Her crying voice was so uncut that it contained something that would make her feel warm.

I'm sure this is love,

"... Will you stop now?

"E... E... E... Arigatou... Kalenocotoba ossieteclete... Arigatou... Arigatou..."

Her tears, which she thanked over and over again, were red as blood.

Blood tears. Water droplets of color that can only be said to be so fall to the ground over and over again.

At that time, for some reason, I was annoyed by the feeling that something terrible was happening.

"Um... are you okay?

Hanging words that worried her, I touched tears that fell to the ground.

I didn't just touch the water, the feel of the drops of liquid.

Yes, it was not a metaphor or anything - it was her blood.

".................. sorry nasai...... mou oso kattamitai. Osaellarenainino...... Watashino janainiksimiga, colosecolosette.... onegai... watashigamada human de al utini... karenokoto oboetail utini............ colocite"

- A miracle didn't happen.

"A... a... aaaaaaa!

All I could do then was watch the changes that began to happen to her.

Because the emotions that poured in with the words pushed me so hard that I didn't want to kill her.

My hands that are already so bloody dirty... they didn't move.

-... please.

My voice asks me to kill her. The emotions in it are the exact opposite, but only words ask for it.

... Give me a break.

I really thought so.

Don't give me all the opposite words and thoughts.

I can't help my arm. Wordless grief tightens my chest.

- Correct. Murderer.

I'm a person who understands how you feel.

He is a man who understands not only the voice of the dead, but also their thoughts.

The difference between me and you is that what you hear is the resentment or wish of the dead.

That was all. No, I can't wipe the ambiguity by fulfilling that classification as well.

The sword does not lift.

I should have decided to be ready, but touching Gaius's thoughts, it just turns into a sand mountain. A wave of swollen emotions drinks the beach and my will washes away.

Something's wrong.

By the time I felt that way, I was already gone.

I can't contain overflowing emotions. I get stronger every time I follow time.

It was like I wasn't myself, it was like someone was trying to take over my body from heart to heart.

Something else, not my emotions, was dominating me. Something was obvious in this case, and for the first time in my life, I felt the crisis and fought it.

"Take me... don't take me over... ugh!

With a bitter voice, I resist the emotion of trying to take me over. I'm sure I'm getting some strange glances from around me right now.

Even if I know I am, I can't help but scream. When I was me, my heart was going to be repainted for my strong thoughts if I didn't put it in strong words.

"Damn......"

- Please, kill her.

If that's what you're asking, don't come in anymore!

The boundary between me and the dead becomes blurred. The voice I was hearing in my head echoes with my heart. The only emotion that I could ever receive would arise in me.

But the emotions that come out of my consciousness are there again.

The two collide, intertwine, and that creates the awareness of what is now 'me'.

Don't...

Defeat is desperate. The will to fight is inferior to the will of the other.

But among them, only her tear-wet face, which I saw during the breakup, glowed strongly in me.

"Damn it."

My mind lifted the anti-flag again to the will to reboot, and then...

"What..."

A self not governed by other will that suddenly returns.

The sadness that came to my chest, the voice that had always asked me to take her life, made me feel loving for her, all my emotions disappeared without a round of flowers or leaving her behind.

"Ha-ha-ha... what the hell..."

Released from the fierceness, I breathed rough, and I sweated cold that I might have been taken over as it was.

What was that... what was that?

I didn't have time to think about the questions that would inevitably arise.

A sad cry becomes a more painful cry.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

She was holding her head down and suffering. As if you're about to be taken over by someone who's not you, just like me.

"... sorry"

Let the sword in your hand pass through magic. It gradually begins to emit a strong red light, which shines as if it were heavily sinned and stained with blood.

"Aha Moo... no..."

At the same time weak words like those spoken at the time of death disappeared completely from the face stained bright red with blood - I protruded my sword deep into her chest.

"... demon burial"

Inject and compress the magic in the sword.

"May you be happy in the afterlife"

A blow of destruction shatters everything from the inside of her... no, demon. When it comes to death, it's an overly brutal, merciless blow.

Even so, her face, which she showed as she disappeared, was smiling, as she also thanked me.

"Uh-huh."

The merciless destruction shatters every man and turns him into sand, without leaving any part of it behind.

I kept my eyes open from the sight and squeezed my hand.

Whatever you say, it doesn't change what I killed. I can't even give you the chance to atone for your sins, I can only save you by killing you.

I just felt sorry for my helpless self who could only pray.

But nothing changes where I regret it. I regret it. I intend to do the best I can. Only voidness remains.

If so, I probably got something wrong. Because my heart isn't laughing, and it can't be the best.

But that doesn't stop me.

Her words, the thoughts she left behind, push my legs.

So I'll feed myself this failure and swallow it.

"No more... I hate this sad fight..."

Yes, I said it wishing for my heart.