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

Three months have passed since the arrival of the Demon King.

Ignor, the king's capital, who was in a state of devastation in that tragic battle, had transformed his former landscape and was beginning to walk as the capital of a new country.

The exodus of people is turning into an influx, and day by day the city of Wang Capital is returning to life. One reason for this is that Gilk and Prince Janice have made measurements that will allow the merchants to start doing business again, but the rebuilding that underpins the city's walk will be the most important reason for moving forward.

All the rubble from the building that collapsed in the aftermath of the repeated battles was removed, and the building was repaired and rebuilt wherever possible. The roads, which were all-you-can-rough, were also beautifully maintained, and now the melted exterior walls are in the middle of people moving to rebuild into something even thicker and huge, safer.

This much reconstruction has gone on in this short period thanks to Haruki and Cecil, who have increased their supplies and manpower like mountains. It has been a long time since Prince Janis was fooled by Gilk to say that his work has increased like a mountain, thanks to the progress of reconstruction at such an incredible rate that he returns the plan he had planned for the reconstruction of the King's capital to blank paper.

As such, more and more people came back to the city every day after the safety of the place where they lived and the city became guaranteed.

In Sister Mira's story, the more you force me to fly to a place where I can't go on a day trip to the old man who swallowed me, the more my escort request has arrived? Others are coming with a variety of collections, crusade quests, to make up for lost items in battle. Recently, I've been driven out of my position more often than I've been rebuilding.

Gradually using commerce as a starting point, I guess the city is starting to turn. The number of stores starting to reopen on the boulevard also grew, and besides the daily groceries and food now needed for everyday life, there were also stores out there selling clothes, furniture, etc.

You can say that reconstruction has one paragraph.

In that way, I was told this story by Charstena.

It's just a story of possibility. But the impossible story.

If it was true, no, even if it was a mistake, Charstena said that she couldn't help but be sure of it.

I learned that feeling and decided to cooperate with it as if it were an amnesty note that wouldn't reveal a secret. Including personal interests.

Possibility that Charstena would say.

It's the survival theory of the God-killing brave.

Let me briefly explain why, after 5,000 years, she has not even mentioned such a thump.

It was the other day when Charstena discovered the sword of the brave.

The legend that was still in my mouth then. That was the key to opening the door that had been closed for 5,000 years.

ruins that were in undeveloped districts. They say that the place was a place of deep involvement for Charstena. I hear Charstena spent her childhood in that land.

And where the sword of the brave was stabbed. That was her room, apparently. So she met Nord and said her journey had begun.

I'd like to hear more about that separately, but let's leave it now. The important thing is that there was that sword where it began for her.

And all I know about it is Charstena and the two of us who traveled with her.

But if that's all, there was a chance the two of them told someone. No one has seen that for 5,000 years yet. Weak to complain about the survival of the God-killing brave.

So she asked the Spirit God, who was at the scene of the evil god killing.

You lied to me, I thought.

But the answer was no.

Spirit God said:

There was a corpse with a chest chopped and one arm falling apart from it, he said.

The corpse is a divine killer robber. I mean, they belonged to Nord.

But he said the God-killing brave man was left with nothing but arms.

Spirit God is the only person who has witnessed the scene of that battle. So, out of the intensity of the battle, she concluded:

The God-killing brave man died leaving only one arm behind.

And one more thing.

The Spirit God gave important information to Charstena.

There, he said, there were no bodies and arms, then nothing left but Nord's sword.

In other words, he affirmed that the legend of the sword of the brave is eyebrow spit.

But if the Spirit God had misconstrued the facts, the legend becomes true.

That's the rationale Charstena showed.

The God-killing brave survived, hiding himself for some purpose, and in doing so, wondered if he had deposited his sword with someone he could trust.

Then we can explain why legends are made and the sword of the brave is real.

And Charstena says that if the God-killing brave man were to entrust that sword, there would be only one.

The person is a rare genius magician - Krakberg.

And what a coincidence, I had something to back it up.

Yes - it's a diary.

The diary said that someone similar to the brave had visited Krakbaer. Isn't that, no, that more evidence than anything to support the survival of the brave?

But there's only one thing I don't know.

Why did the God-killing brave hide his existence?

If he had lived, it would have meant that there was no reason there for him to be known of his existence.

So far, what is he trying to do? I couldn't possibly have considered it if I hadn't lived at the time.

So there's only one way to know that answer.

We have no choice but to trace and unravel true history in our own hands.

"Sheetera, get started."

"Yes. Copy that, Master."

In front of me was recorded footage I found on my journey. It was in the ruins of the desert that I couldn't see without knowing my password.

There will be nothing more than recorded footage of the past to explore true history.

I held Charstena's hand with an uneasy look that stirred some apprehension next door before Sheetera manipulated the device with her pounding.

"... thanks"

That's right. Charstena's face is a little soothing. When I'm responding to it with a grin instead of words, it looks like Seatella's ready.

"Okay, I'll play it."

Sheetera pressed the last key.

Momentarily, light leaks from the recording device in front of you, tying the statue in the air. The statue gradually cleared up the light and darkness, and in front of us was a reflection of the man.

"Krakberg...... eh"

Because I don't need to hide anymore, Charstena warped my face so I could weep. Her tremors come from her connected hands.

On the other hand, a slight emotion also emerges in Seatella's face, which until then had been faceless. But that seemed more of a degree of joy than sadness.

"Good mood, future child. I am the world's greatest genius, Krakbaer! Haven't you ever bothered to name him? How I am a genius, even if I don't see this recorded footage, it's only natural that I'm passing on to the future."

As usual, before the opening, where self-admiration was fierce, I would have remembered the anger of cutting him if I had, what I now feel was war.

I've heard from Charstena, who actually met Krakberg.

The legendary sword - the greatest genius of all time - to recognize both the others who created High Wheel in just one night. That brainchild, even God had to admit, is the man who contributed greatly to the victory of the Evil God War.

I can't help but remember the war because such a man is the prime suspect believed to have hidden the survival of the brave.

'Now, ordinary people who are not future geniuses. Being a genius, I was so worried about you guys that I decided to leave this recorded footage. Heart is good to hear. ─ ─ We are in an unprecedented danger. All of a sudden, creatures have been born that have never been seen around the world, and even people have lost their reason and become creatures. We named this a demon and a demon. "

... is it still about the Evil God?

"All this is the work of the newborn God, the Evil God. His people are wreaking havoc on the world, destroying people, cities, even civilizations. The power is immense. So much so that even the same God is forced to retreat '

............... what is this discomfort?

"Today, the world's population has fallen dramatically to about 10% of what it once was. Three months after the birth of the Evil God. It's only a matter of time before we die."

..................... Huh?

'Therefore, we humankind have decided to join forces to challenge disaster. But even God is a very hostile enemy on his own. It is the mountain of Sekiyama that is slain, no matter how many bundles an ordinary man may be. Therefore, we humankind decide to divide the battlefield into two parts. The Evil God and otherwise win our survival.'

Isn't that strange, this...?

"I plan to deal with a miscellaneous fish other than the Evil God. Well, if I'm this genius, there's no creation, but if you fight the Evil God, you'll win this battle. For this reason, among the survivors, especially those who excel in force, were to fight the Evil God with God '.

I knew it was crazy.

It can't be planned. At this time, when this recorded footage was placed.

─ ─ Because the battle was already over.

"Spirit God, Beast God, these two will be the protagonists in the Evil God Crusade. It is the brave man chosen by the Holy Sword and his companion, Gorotsuki, who will accompany it and cover it. This gorotzki has bad habits and bad bare behavior, but only good arms. We have no idea, but now is the time for the survival of all mankind. That's why I want to borrow the hands of the great villains."

I had the illusion that I was going to feel sick about the discomfort that kept coming up. It's like being scratched with a spoon through the glue and head, that's the feeling.

I don't know why.

'The battle will also take place tomorrow. But before I do, I'll leave my future here.'

Krakbael's face is dark. I don't have much to say or do to backstroke this one like last time. Too little.

What the hell, this record?

There's no way that's happening, but it's like a video of a pre-war state of desperation.

"Future children. Don't repeat our mistakes. Disaster always comes back. - Get ready.

The record was everything with it.

The last word is wooden over and over again, repeated. It gets smaller and smaller, and instead it gets deeply engraved in our minds.

Like the last record, there's nothing wasted about words, footage that has only conveyed a sense of urgency. But some of us were left with too much discomfort to wipe it off.

"Now... weird, right"

We were watching the air with broken footage. In it, Charstena groaned small with a potpourri.

"... oh. According to the diary, this was placed in the ruins after the Evil God War. How did you get the pre-war footage? And... too different from before."

What was it, the footage now?

There was nothing but discomfort. Besides, what was on the record today is no different from the history we know.

Why the hell...

"Oh... you mean that. This guy, Krakberg, bent history."

Isn't that what you knew before you saw it?

Charlstena puts that point in my face and stares at the recorded footage.

"No. I'm not. This record, no, probably even the history we're passing on right now, has reached out."

"Duh... what do you mean? The history that we're passing on to this world is what people who actually went through the Evil God War have told their descendants, right? I can't believe you tampered with it..."

"No, if the facts they knew were already altered..."

"Huh...! Then we were fooled by Krakbael...?

I nodded deeply at Charstena's question.

"Shall, we saw this recorded footage with the hit that it was Krakberg who hid the survival of the brave man. Am I right?

"Yeah. But from the current footage, I didn't know that"

"No, I got one thing. Krakberg was undoubtedly trying to distort history. I only used this recorded footage to hide what I didn't want to be known and to tell the future."

Otherwise there's no point in leaving recorded footage. Leaving it behind means that there was something I wanted to tell you or make fun of.

I mean, from suspect to killer. We were able to hit Krakberg.

"There are two histories before us now. The first. A commonplace history as anyone living in this world knows that the God-killing robbers we have just seen and the God-killing braves have saved the Evil God together. Second. A History Without a Divine Killer Robber Said in Recorded Video Left by Krakberg on the Ruins of the Island"

What these two have in common is that they contain lies.

"In the second history, no divine killer robber emerged. I feel uncomfortable there first, and I have a question as to whether it is really possible to defeat what was on that record"

Yes, I flushed it because I was a genius then, but assimilated the evil gods and the brave, separating the flesh from the soul. After that, how can you imitate tearing your soul apart, is it really possible?

Besides, Krakberg never said a word about ripping his soul apart but crystallizing it.

I've wondered since that time why the story suddenly flew to a parting crystal from tearing my soul apart, but after I couldn't keep up and renounced my thoughts. I didn't think deeply.

But now I know. This was definitely made after the war rally.

"Sure, I was full of discomfort with the previous recorded footage, too. The most important thing is that what I was told was completely different from what Krakbaer was saying, but there were other strange things."

"Which part of the world is that?

"Where he intervenes in the system of the Genesis God to give all the protection of the Evil God to the brave. This is absolutely impossible. Because the protective distribution system doesn't work unless you open a part of God's soul to the system of your own free will. Besides, there's no way Krakberg can change the way the world makes sense."

Charstena also seemed to notice the discomfort of the previous record, just like me. Besides, he showed grounds for discomfort in a deeper part than I did.

"Well, can I just say that the records I saw before are fake?

"Yeah. I think so. Because that record is too uncomfortable for this one."

"I see... so can I just say that there was nothing so strange about this record?

Charstena nodded small to my confirmation and uttered words.

"The contents, right? I don't think there's anything wrong with the story. But..."

"Is there something wrong with the flow of time? But there's something weirder going on."

"What...?

Haven't you noticed there yet, Charstena opened her mouth like she was in love.

"Why did you bother to keep two records about the same time?

"Ah... well. I didn't have to do either before the war, but I did it on purpose..."

"Yes, Krakberg did that on purpose. Isn't that what you really wanted to tell us about leaving us uncomfortable?

When I think about it from the point of view of Krakberg, I can exclude all the information in the diary. Because that's not what Krakberg was supposed to tell you.

Then why do you have two records about the same time?

One seemed somewhere fun and affordable.

One seemed to have a sense of urgency and ready to die.

Perhaps the latter is the real record. The atmosphere is similar to the incisive appearance in the diary.

Besides, no matter how many facts you twist, you can't stand a door in a person's mouth. It can also be inferred from the fact that the history being passed on and the history being told by Krakberg were the same.

Then why did you leave false recorded footage on the island's hidden ruins?

Besides, did you even put it on the administrator named Seaterra and leave it?

"Sheetera, I want to hear one thing. In the ruins where you were, the recorded footage was brought in either after or before the Evil God War?

"Later."

─ ─ It's settled.

Krakbael hid something that we shouldn't know.

And I'm trying to convey that using this recorded footage.

One, nothing's wrong. It's just a record.

One is a record full of discomfort.

If there was something I wanted to tell you, it would be the latter.

In the discomfort scattered there must be a key to true history.

What's the difference between the two records?

That Nord is not coming out.

Brave man.

How to defeat the Evil God.

.................. no. Nothing comes to mind.

I don't know anything about this fragmentary information.

No... wait, wait, wait, wait.

This is not the only way to tell if the first half of this recorded footage is a lie or a truth.

But there's also the real part.

That's the last word, both.

Collect the Evil God's Crystals.

Prepare for disaster.

To interpret, these are the two. Neither is there anything strange about what we're going to tell the future, and it's something we need to be sure of.

Did Krakbael maybe leave this recording footage because he wanted to tell you this?

If so, wouldn't it be wrong to think of the record in the same line in the first place?

Without the diary, the current record would have been one that showed the truth (...). So, even if the time series is strange, if we just moved the place later, there's nothing strange about it. Because you don't need to re-shoot it.

But the records that were hidden on the island, no. That was a lie.

I mean, it was made to fool someone. Or something to make them realize there and try to tell them something.

So neither of these records has played a role yet?

The records of the ruins of the desert give the truth and warning.

The records of the island's ruins show discomfort and favor.

Didn't I finish telling you?

If so, no matter how much I wander my head around the record right now, I can't see the truth. It can't be coming.

Because that's what Krakberg says.

─ ─ Tell him to find it.

"... why don't we do it"

What a scent. Rich, well, sweet seductive aroma.

I sucked the scent into my chest and felt a loud beat.

This is why I can't stop adventuring.

Even if you find something, you have the next.

I have that here and there.

I'm fascinated by the excitement, by the curiosity.

"Do you both have any idea where Krakbael might have a record?

'I'm sorry, Master. I don't know much about the world today. "

"Well, is there anything Char?

It's also impossible not to know she was closed and caged inside the ruins for 5,000 years. I didn't try to force myself to ask, I asked another Charlstena who remembered 5,000 years ago.

"... two, I know"

To Sharstena, who told me so quietly, I couldn't stop the beating that made me so hard. I'm so excited right now.

But I desperately suppressed my young heart trying to make a scene like an idiot, thinking of Charstena, which would be complicated inside.

She speaks in a far-fetched way so as to stir me up like that.

"But maybe that's not something with a record like now. Because it's like protecting something, hiding something, something he created after the war."

"Where is it? Please don't tell me."

An uncontrollable and exciting heart urges her. He asked me to tell him the answer quickly, not even trying to think about it, but only asking for an answer.

Charles Stena smiled at me with a merciful glance.

"Phew, you've been saying for so long that you want to go to that place, you want to dominate, but you know me better"

"What? Wait, that's..."

"Yeah, they're both called the Seven Secrets."

"Huh...!

My eyes opened. I can't block my mouth. My legs trembled.

Stunning and gushing excitement dominated me.

"I used to be called this. with fortresses in the sky and the earth."

"An empty island and... a labyrinth...?

"Yeah. Maybe Krakberg hid the truth in one of them. Something you can't do publicly. And that's something that's bound to lead to him..."

I looked at Charstena, who dropped her eyes to think a little like that, and I remembered what I had been thinking earlier.

Krakberg was trying to leave a lie and deceive him. That's all for sure.

But that's the only answer I've got yet who's the subject. I don't know who you tried to fool or for what.

But really would it?

Think calmly about who you were trying to fool and the answer will be squeezed.

That's not the uncertain opponent of someone in the future, someone who knows the time.

Was he a hostile demon king?

No, then you won't bother to keep records and hide them.

I'm sure Krakberg wants to tell you. But you can't tell him.

I put such contradictory feelings on this record.

That's why, halfway through this, it turned out to be a crisp record.

And I'm sure the person he wanted to tell lived and is still alive at the time. And someone who is deeply involved with brave men and Nord.

If you've narrowed it down that far, you'll only have one answer.

"Alive, I wonder..."

Her voice, whining like a solitaire, was weak, but seemed to play somewhere. Don't expect it. But I can't help but hope.

Isn't she the answer to all those contradictions?

When I noticed that, something engaged. Excitement, amazement, everything disappeared, it caught my blood and I even felt cold.

As if that were the beginning, little by little, little by little, the gears that were falling apart mesh.

And it's in me, interlocking and guiding me.

Left behind, for purpose.

Nord in the capital of death, where only a dead God can go, and the regrets that Nord has spoken of. ─ ─ Kachi.

A rebirth that exists separately and a fragment of the soul of a fallen evil god. ─ ─ Kachi.

Why I'm the only one who can save the world and why I let you retrieve the missing shards of protection. ─ ─ Kachi.

A brave man who disappeared and a twisted past. ─ ─ Kachi.

And the truth not communicated to Charstena. ─ ─ Kachi.

Guess. Imagine. Delusion. Fantasy.

That's fine. I want it to be so.

I can't believe the truth was actually the other way around... some mistake. Even if everything connected, I could explain what I hid and why I hid it... I mean...

"Liar, it is. That's... there's no way that's gonna happen"

Otherwise, I... I...

─ ─ Are you telling me you were born to die...?

"Ray? Ray, what's going on? Your face is bright blue, okay?

"... oh. Oh, I'm fine. I'll be fine."

That's right, there's no way that's happening. It's okay, it's okay.

I... Nord...

─ ─ It can't be an evil god.

Distorted vision. I can't even clearly see Charstena's face in front of me.

It's kind of hard to breathe.

Even in that state, I couldn't stop thinking.

The only god in the world who died. That is an evil god.

And it's Nord who's trapped in a place where only a dead god can get in.

I mean, the truth is the other way around. There is no such thing as a god-killing robber, and Nord is believed to have been the evil god.

If so, isn't the island's record showing the truth?

If that is the truth that Krakberg and the brave... no, the people who lived at the time kept it a secret from Charstena.

It would mean that she was being fooled by the world.

But it's a gentle lie about caring for her. I can't blame you for that lie.

Because the truth is too cruel.

Even for Charstena.

And for me, too.

As the island records show, if a brave man tore out the soul of Nord, who became an evil god, I can easily explain why Nord craves me. The same reason I was reborn with the same soul as him and recognized by Charstena and Spirit God.

So to speak, I didn't expect any peculiarities from anyone in the past. A fragment of the Evil God that did not crystallize and continued to exist as a person.

Having me retrieve the missing shards ultimately leads to saving the world. Collecting the crystals of the Evil God, including me, is what matters.

For the first time since it was achieved, Nord's purpose will be fulfilled.

Nord's true purpose.

It's... it's nothing but death.

At the atonement of self-sacrifice, I am destined to die with you, too, a fragment of the Evil God, if you think that it is the salvation of what Nord calls the world that takes all the protection of the Evil God on the road.

But... how can I accept that? How can you accept it?

Am I... are you telling me I was born to die?

Also... Taste the same pain on Charstena. Aww, but you say?

- Bullshit, motherfucker.

I won't let that happen. We must not let them.

Even if it was a cowardly word, I swore I would never let you be alone again.

That oath is not a lie. I don't think I want to leave you alone, I mean it.

So I... I'm not going to see you, Nord.

The moment of determination - the light suddenly went out of sight.

It's as if someone suddenly took the view you're looking at right now.

And the voice of Charstena in my ear.

"Ray ⁉Ray, what's wrong ⁉Hey, Ray!

It was taken from the moment it went into my ear.

As if Krakbael intended.

Like I said, it's a price to pay for something you shouldn't have noticed.

Reluctantly, inexorably, mercilessly, tormented my soul and took away only the price.

Even what was taken was ingenious and ingenious.

It rewrote me for convenience.

"Notice what? ─ No, it doesn't matter what you notice. You can't get away from me. I won't let you get away with it."

Words that do not reach in the abyss of death, he says.

"To the capital of death, you will come, no matter what... Ray."

It was already a defined future.