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

"I'm sorry, Emperor. Forced to restrain me."

Intentionally fogging magic to release inner restraints due to demon doll skills. The sparkle and magic remnants blinked and eventually disappeared somewhere, leaving only paralysis by medicine in the emperor's body.

And to the emperor who had a little cramped body, I've done something terrible now, haven't I? I think I can add a word.

"Do it... you think it's disrespectful, and it'll help if you don't put me to death"

"... let me ask you one thing. Do you really hear Argus?

But he didn't have to worry about me, and the emperor, who didn't seem to feel like it, returned a quiet inquiry.

"I can't hear you anymore. Finally, let me tell you something, they almost took over for a second. To your brother."

"Right..."

The emperor leaned down and thought about what he thought when he heard my reply. On its face, there is no temper until earlier, but a change and stillness.

I was offended by that. That leaks into the outside world for a moment, through the pickle and the eye area, but doesn't spit out its mouth.

…………

I can't find a word to hang up on, I'm not willing to utter any sympathy.

Why didn't you protect your family?

Why didn't you even show hesitation in killing your old friend?

Why, after the end, dare you choose a path that will seep through regret?

It is easy to curse it with defilement, and those words will come out like spring water.

But what would I do if the position of emperor intervened there?

For example, family. Close in this case is Skull, or Huck?

In exchange for the lives of either of these two, defend the country. Am I going to make that decision?

also kill friends like Gilk, Gold and Anna without hesitation?

The answer is no.

Now, I can assure you so. But an uncertain, irresponsible answer that does not take into account the position there, the responsibilities or the circumstances on the spot.

One thing I can tell you is, I would never admit it in such a situation. Compete to the end. But suppose you still had to make the same decision.

Am I going to have to get hit like this, too?

I don't think I want to be. Now he looks pitiful, stupid, and unfreezing.

I'm sure that's the identity of the disgust that was born in me.

In an uncertain future, I suppose I felt disgusted with the emperor under similar circumstances because I wanted to deny myself that he would be placed under similar circumstances.

".................. ha"

I sighed deeply at myself like that.

If you don't want to be, just make sure you don't. That's all I did, but I was stunned at myself for making it a reason to hate people.

And after a little reflection on it, I offered my hand to the bending emperor.

"... you shouldn't stay here long"

So deluded, speak of the danger of being here and casually look at the Luxerias.

The place where me and the Emperor stand now is on disgusting resentment swirling ice. It's the truth that staying long is not a good idea.

So when I provoked the emperor, who had silently taken my hand, I walked out toward a secure earth. There is a line of brave men who cannot move with paralytic drugs, Luxeria and Gool, and the atmosphere is depressed.

I don't know if that's because I was hit by a dense sign of death, or because I was distracted by the harshness of the settlement that annihilates every person.

Even then it made it a hard experience for them.

They haven't had a busy experience since they were summoned, if you think about it. I'm sure this world's reputation in them would be terrible. I wasn't sorry about that.

Why do bad things happen so overlapping when there are better things in this world?

When I was walking on the ground in Tsuruzuru, thinking vaguely about that.

The question that is in me has arisen.

- Why can't you hear me?

The voice of the dead that only sounds like me and a killer. That's the first strange event I've experienced today.

But all that comes to mind here is doubt. For what reason?

That's because the place you're standing right now should be on ice with a lot of evil god protection.

I heard a voice of hatred, without touching the vial Cecil offered me in the village where I spent time with Serna. Then why can't you hear it now?

Even though I haven't touched it directly, it's odd that I can't hear it. Still a mysterious phenomenon, but without it, I couldn't help but have a bad feeling.

- At that time.

"Pi, pi!

"Caaaa!"

"... Huh!

Screams fell from above. If you look up at the sky worried about what's going on, Haku's body repeats an unnatural deformation, and furthermore, Haku and the two people on its back are falling out of balance with it.

"What's up? Haku!"

He jumped up to his feet, caught a shrunken hack big enough to hold him with both hands, and landed on the dirt ground. As with time, Luxeria and the Emperor landed, holding Lucy and Sylvia, respectively, leaving rubbing marks on the ground. It didn't matter to the two of us because of it, but on the other hand, it wasn't as usual as Haku's suffering.

"Pi, pi......!

"It's okay, Hakuk?

"Pi……" (can lose power…)

Haku turns around and suffers. A body that is small and weak again as you look at it, as if something is being taken.

"Damn! What's happening?

You can call it an unforeseen situation, a change that happened to Haku. It's not so much about change as about transformation, or deformation, as if your body is in the midst of a transformation.

It is clear from this suffering that it is not the power of Haku's deformation skills.

So what's going on?

Nobody in this room, including me, could give a clear answer to that question.

Cold droplets pass through the cheeks. Is that because you're in a hurry to keep screaming about what you can't do to Huck? Or on some hunch?

I realized my spirit was disturbed and chanted in my heart.

- Easy, easy, easy.

Breathe deeply, calm your mind, and reset your head once. As soon as that is done, I will put the selected information into my head.

discomfort with the voice. Haku's words and the changes that happened to him.

And something that only affects Haku.

I look at Huck's change again and ask myself.

Any idea of this change? and.

The bumps, the flesh and the bones twitch violently, and even the shapes change into spheres.

You've never seen me before?

No, I've seen this somewhere before.

Quite a while ago.

Long before we embarked on a journey, somewhere...

"Oh, you know what?

The change that happened to Haku and the chills I felt earlier connected in my head.

Pieces that go through all of this situation, in common.

And the worst predicted from there, no, to disaster.

I noticed.

"Sir, what have you noticed?

"Sorry, we don't have time to talk! Whoever can move, break that ice!

In response to Luxeria's calm inquiry, I couldn't contain my impatient heart and yelled back. With that voice, my impatience propagated or the appearance of my surrounding face, which was trapped in a vain atmosphere after the battle, became uniformly more dangerous.

But most of them are immobile brave men. Only a few less than 10 people can move.

Damn, can we make it...?

When I put the suffering hack to sleep on the ground, I put my hands together and aim.

"Fall, Lightning! Freeze, Blizzard!

Thunder blasts. A blizzard strikes over the land of ice.

This is the first stage of the most powerful composite magic I can use right now.

"Splash, rock shot!

A rock bullet pours from heaven and wears ice. Bouncing flying grains of ice sparkle in lightning, mixing intricately and combining magic, correlating.

And so the attack of Luxeria, who believed my words and finished preparing his moves, was unleashed.

"Hot air wave slaughter!

Flying slaughter. It was also wrapped in fire. That dissolves splashed ice fragments and turns them into water vapor. It goes beyond that, saying that there are elements that put out the fire, such as ice and water, but the momentum does not know to stop, and it still burns more roughly.

"Roll it up, Tornado!

Give the fire of Luxeria a chase wind called a tornado and let it grow into a fire.

Great flames. I felt the unusual high sounds of magic before the flames that swelled to such an extent that it was not an overstatement.

"Out of heaven, the brilliance of the stars, fall as a spear that wears the earth," Eleven Glows (Elevens Star) "!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

And when you look beside you, you see Sylvia laying her hands on heaven.

That's a boulder, and I turn my attention to the magic of the first sight she uttered, while giving praise to the calm and sedentary side that hasn't even floated in that hurry.

Light emitting a strong glow born in the sky. A column of light that tries to stretch from there directly below as each shines into a star shape.

The columns of light, each stretched from the eleven stars, emit intense light while dissolving everything with the heat enclosed within it. Even if it's away, the heat that's going to melt in an instant, whether it's iron or not, comes through.

Is this the finest magic of light?

I honestly can only think of the feeling that it's amazing. Nevertheless, it has been a good experience for me to see this, whether I should say I was lucky or not.

Because the finest magic is a fairly limited number of people who can use it. For this reason, only a few of the most prestigious and royal colleges on the continent, counted among the finest magic, could be seen.

Then, whether or not you have seen it, there are significant differences in the image process. This is because it is difficult to imagine because you do not know the magical completion system. And fewer and fewer people can cast even more superior magic because of it.

So I was fortunate to be able to see one of the finest magics of light. Let's try again.

But now...

"Explode, Explosion!

How awkward is my magic compared to Sylvia. The beginning and end of an activation process that is equal to no chanting, with the artist's back correction. Far from the original magical power.

But there's only a ton of magic that can get in. I'm pretty sure it's bottoming up its power to such an extent that it won't burst. Well, if we overdo it, there's gonna be a magic storm.

But adding or subtracting a teaspoon around it is a treat. That's why I don't keep using demon bombs.

"I'm going! Gungnil!"

"Scatter, aerobom"

The spear wrapped in Lucy's chanted fireworks and the explosion of wind unleashed by the emperor are simultaneously activated in a good sense and interact with each other's magic. Simply put, an awesome version of Explosion is released and I'm worried that my magic hasn't been dispelled. But if it's powerful, I have no complaints. I was immature. That's all.

Interaction by simultaneous activation of magic. With the magic of Sylvia ahead, shall we try? Sounds interesting.

While I made new discoveries that way, I increased my focus more than ever.

The earth of ice is already so desperate to be destroyed and extinguished as to be invisible, but its purpose is not to destroy the ice.

For the first time with this, this senseless act of sabotage makes sense.

"Warped Warped"

I enter the final chant.

"the waves that distort the world."

Magic that has never been more unscrupulously expressed. That power would be beyond my imagination.

"Take the contraction of the distortion upon yourself."

But still, the sweat that cooled off on my back never stopped.

"DISTORTIONSHOO!"

A distortion was unleashed on the world. Vision distorted by guchagucha. The sky is the city, the magic rampage, everything is distorted.

And the ground on which we stand is also affected by that distortion, which makes us run cracks into the earth.

Now it's time to go away!

"World of Dots (contribs)"

Our front. A gravitational field can be created in a distorted space. It draws to it from something stronger and less powerful than the last time the demon king fought.

"Dirt, dirt walls!

Hide the space where the earth flourishes and increases distortion. That's a bad part of the contrition. Regardless of the enemy allies, dirt walls were built to stop at the walls even if they were attracted to the weight in order to protect them from the properties that would attack them at liberation. By the way, this isn't ninja, it's magic. If it's easy to imagine, chanting is fine.

But even if I try again, this magic is still not like chanting all over the city. Gravity fields affect all the way to the city, flying from light things to the sky and attracting them into distorted spaces.

And there will be some damage to the city's buildings at the time of liberation. The salvation is that there are no signs of ordinary people around here because they did a pretty hard dong patch here?

But there are circumstances that I can't even tell you. If I'm right, if I don't do anything, almost certainly whoever's here, including me, will die, and the city will perish. And the empire. Or more countries, people could get involved.

I was going to pray somewhere and kept staring at the dirt walls making noises with the guillotines.

"Sir, isn't it time for the aftermath?

"Oh, it's about time. Gather the paralyzed brave men, all in defensive positions!

Before the time of liberation came, we now drew together two brave men, Alc and Cannon, who would not know what they were talking about while offering concrete support. Perhaps the emperor doesn't know, but others have been involved in its liberation once. He followed my instructions immediately.

And after they one paragraph, Luxeria.

"Is there a problem with asking now?

Yes, I've heard. The emperors and Sylvia, who line up beside them, react to that voice and turn their gaze to me.

I squeezed my wet hand with a cold sweat that wouldn't go away and I was ready to nod.

"Oh... if my prediction was true, maybe the Demon King is born"

"Demon King, take...?

"Yeah, and you're probably dozens of times stronger than the guy we took down."

"Such an idiot... who the hell..."

"Huh! They're coming!

The time for liberation came in the middle of the conversation. Thunder plays, light covers your sight as if it were a flashing ball. The wind erupts, and on that wind, the fire splashes. There, ice and rock debris scatter.

The dirt walls are shredded as they roam, and the surrounding buildings collapse brittle thanks to intense winds and scattered magic. Its collapsed fragments are blown into a gust, disturbing radially around the point of liberation. It also hits buildings and scatters fragments, causing great damage to the city.

Meanwhile, magic was coming directly at us close to the point of liberation. Some of them are Luxeria's unleashed wind blades. The vision was covered with the finest light magic wreckage emitted by Sylvia, who managed to prevent it with a combo of ice and dirt walls on the verge of the magic hitting her.

After all, this magic seems to be the best solution to keep away from the point of liberation. But if you don't hide your words, this time there were too many guys with legs together. With this number of people in the boulder, there was too little time to escape.

A distorted space returns to normal. The view at the end of the collapsed dirt wall returned and the sight of the exploding flame lingered in sight.

"Chip,... it's the worst pattern"

Why is the median rate of such a bad feeling so close to 100 unlimited?

In front of me are signs equivalent to the evil demon king who fought in the King's Capital procession, no.

- There was a strange figure of a murderer who gave off signs of wandering over it.

"Hihihi, that's Berrygood"

This is Beriberibad.

An unpleasant sweat flows down like a waterfall from all over your body. Cold as if your temperature had been hit by cold water. We're frogs stared at by snakes, no less, and they just remind us of what we see.

I can see that Luxeria standing next to me has never been more nervous. Even the emperor, who had not yet shown the bottom, felt that the murderer now in front of him had not seen a fine-dust vision of winning. As far as Sylvia and Lucy were concerned, they were trembling in terror.

No longer can we find a path other than death. Yes, just being in front of you, a being who admits to losing.

Is this what a true demon king looks like...?

"Don't tell me you can't catch that. If you were me, you'd be just like me. What do you say? Would you like to enjoy this world with me?

"... I agree to enjoy this world, but I'm not going that way"

The eyes of a murderer looking at me after this included not only madness but something seeking a kind. That gaze is so scary.

Because I don't understand. I don't know why he can enjoy killing and why he wants me. He won't understand, but I'm sure he will. That's horrible.

"Hihihihi, I really can't connect. But sooner or later, you'll see. Now let's wait."

"... what are you going to do?

I couldn't measure the killer's intentions. So much so that I refuse, but he still wants me.

I struggle to understand why you want me until then.

"You are very strong. But if you take a step here, I think we can be good friends."

"Ha, it makes me laugh. Keep killing people like this, you want friends?

"Yeah. It would be painful for no one to understand, wouldn't it?

Yes, the killer, who had asked me how sure I was, stared at me with sticky eyes that tangled me up and continued the words.

"You suffered, too."

"Me? Mouth like I know what..."

"I understand. You were not understood by anyone and lived alone in your arms. I saw your eyes that day, and I knew it. You said you were the same hole Musina as me."

In the words of a killer who affirms that he is one of a kind, I understood what this guy was talking about.

This man is talking about my last life.

It is painful for no one to understand. That may indeed be the case.

Constant solitude. discomfort with the self and surroundings that arise from it.

All they end up with is a sense of restraint from the world, that's all. No matter where you are, no matter what you do, you can't wipe your breath like you're tied up with rope.

Perhaps this guy has had the same thoughts. But if I were to make one difference, I wouldn't even have thought of fine dust.

To me, that world was a chunk of discomfort. So I kept running out of discomfort. There was a place to run.

And there's something wrong with this world. If I wasn't crazy, I kept denying the reality.

If you think about it, maybe that's the ultimate cause of my thoughts.

I built a wall around me and between myself, and I'm not like these guys, special, and I kept denying the world by clearly separating myself from my surroundings, without even knowing that the identity of that discomfort was due to the difference from the memory that was taken away.

So I didn't think they'd understand me.

But I guess this guy kept asking for understanding of others. Unlike me, this guy kept fighting his discomfort with the world. Because unlike me, there was no world to run into.

Then maybe this guy's right, I'm the same hole musina as this guy.

Only in that regard did I continue to feel uncomfortable with the world.

"... Indeed, I may be the only person who can understand you, as you say"

"Whoa! Did you get it!

"The answer is yes too, no"

The killer's purely delightful face was really disgusting. I want to spit and throw away the thought of people laughing like this who make killing a pleasure.

"I do understand what you're saying. But empathy is another story. I can't empathize with you."

"... I see. That's a little unfortunate, but let's just say it's good now. I look forward to seeing your empathy when you can understand me."

Unfortunately, the murderer, who still has hope for me, returns his kurli and heel.

You don't seem to be seriously going to kill me.

Honestly, now that I want to relieve myself from the bottom of my mind, but I can't read this guy's behavior, that's just a selfish relief. Because to miss this guy here is to unleash a new threat on the world.

But in front of the difference in force that opened up to the overwhelming, there is no other way to take it than to eat and miss the teeth, without having to weigh the lives of the dear companions and friends who are here.

I couldn't do anything to a killer who looked like he was full of gaps. And the killer stays where he is.

"Oh, yeah, yeah."

And, as the killer showed his back, he just looked back at his face like he remembered something. The moment that face turned in my direction, a chill ran on my spine, and the next moment...

"Gahahahahahaha"

Slightly he broke through the demonic costume and his fist pierced his belly. I couldn't see any of the movement, and when I noticed it, my mouth screamed with blood, and my body was blown straight behind me.

At a speed that was as if I had used even instantaneous motion, I broke through the city building, rammed the road straight to the side like an arrow, was thrown out of the city entrance, hit and jumped on the ground many times, and each time I threw up a bloody reflex, rolling in the middle of a gobble and meadow.

"Ahhh..."

Just one blow. That was all, the damage done to the body was not ordinary.

The belly damage caused by the killer's fist drips like a yodel from the edge of his mouth, as does the bloody saliva in his gut.

Non-abdominal demon costumes are also uncontrolled and released by pain and shock along the way, bruised from all over the body, especially on the back side...... no, sores of cracks and fractures run. There is debris piercing all over the skin and blood seeping out. Fortunately, there is nothing deeply pierced. But still, the only thing I could do was gasp in pain.

Is this because you have pain tolerance...?

You can't breathe properly enough that you don't want to suspect it.

"Whoa, whoa, wholly bug breath, right? Hi. I'm sorry. Hey, it doesn't look like the controls are complete yet. I was actually going to do it to the point of slamming it against the wall, but it seemed more powerful than I thought."

A killer appeared quietly in front of him again as if he were traveling instantly and at a fast rate, when the leaves fell gently to the ground. That means that pure speed is this, not the forceful mobility method left to leg strength. That alone reminds me as much as ever of the difference in power.

"Ah... well..."

"I'm having a little trouble. If you die, I'm in trouble. I have no choice. Keep the potion on so your buddies can fix it later"

Blurred vision, distant ears. In the meantime, I'll be made a killer, but I'll stay. When the killer took the potion out of the storage space, he opened the plug and let me bathe him from the top.

"It would be nice if you could empathize next time"

With the obvious threat in his mouth, the killer hangs the potion all over my body with a disgusting grin.

I felt more powerless and humiliated by the act than I had ever felt before.

Oh, my God, how weak I am. Ha.

In just one blow, I can't believe I can save my life by the person who did that too......!

Damn it! Damn it!

Pathetic, pitiful, wanting to squeeze your hand full of strength doesn't help. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I can't even say words with my trembling mouth, even if I want to bite my teeth off. Even if you want to bump those feelings and fight back, the lack of meaning and stupidity won't let me pull the trigger.

I was reminded not to like it at this time.

That before the overwhelming difference in power, no moves, measures, thoughts, make sense.

"Oh, and as I was about to say earlier, I was named Shinji Maida in the other world. It's not fair that we only know about you."

Maida...... Shinji!

Never, never forget that name. I will not forget this remorse.

One day I'll make sure to double it, and this time I'll get you out of this world!

Yes, I swear in my heart strongly, but my consciousness goes far.

"Goodbye, then. I'll see you again."

He kept staring at the killer's face in his sight as he assimilated into the darkness of night. He told me not to forget that face.

But it also disappeared quickly, and the darkness covered its sight.

"- Nikko Ridge Hiroku"

My consciousness went deep and deep, to the bottom of the darkness, listening to my former name being called by someone I had never even named.