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

- Dodd, dodd, dodd!

A roar with avalanche-like vibrations can be heard from nowhere.

Is it because of your mind or because the entire city feels as if it is microseismic, because there is a source of earthquake in the upper layers of the labyrinth, or closer to the earth?

But most people do not realize it. Because if you were in a bustling city even if you noticed it, it would have been a shake to the point where you would have truncated it because of your mind.

But the adventurers who stretched their legs out to earn a dime around the sun passing south will stop at the entrance.

"What, this shake..."

The Red Lion executive, Baroque, known as The Red Lion's Claw, was one of them.

"Somebody, even a bunch of demons are chasing you?

If you clear your ears well, the noise was not like intermittent shocks caused by magic or skill, but was similar to the footsteps of demons pushing in large groups. There is no need to think of the slight vibrations that are transmitted or the movement of the fragmented legs if you consciously divide them. However……

"No, this... isn't too much...?

Near the entrance to the labyrinth, Baroque, with his drawn face, had the worst vision that could be assumed from the vibrations that propagated.

The situation he has in mind is where the New American Seeker is fleeing the demons with his life, hooked up to other demons, and running around.

It's common when it comes to labyrinths, but it's rare that the whole hierarchy rocks. I mean, I don't remember him going through it himself.

It was still good in the upper layers occupied by low-level demons, but if we were to have such a parade in the lower middle and lower layers, we could be the Involved Seekers, the Buddha.

Besides, in that case, most people who fled cowardly at first survive. The involved side has a good chance of dying.

Therefore, it is the Iron Rule of Labyrinth Explorer to die a great deal in such times. Well, I can't even be sure it's being followed, but the new America has apparently broken that iron rule.

But luckily, this is the upper echelon. If the new American adventurers exploring the area mainly were to be involved, it would produce nothing but death, but fortunately there were clan executives working mainly in the lower realm.

"... Damn, I think you got lucky. I'm gonna get paid a lot."

Baroque scratched his head poly, while a stranger adventurer around him turned his foot toward the noisy one as he discussed each of the causes of this vibration and today's hunt.

As such, proceed with caution for about 2 km.

"That one."

I didn't even look at this one and found a bunch of demons chasing someone around in large crowds. But, unlike the new America, which has been on the run for a long time, you were unlucky, and the tail of the intended population was just about to disappear across the wall.

"Sure, the main road ahead...... can we get ahead of it if we hurry"

Baroque decided not to follow the lost shadow, but instead to ambush him at the end of the path. It was seconds after that that a scream arrived in his ear as he immediately cut his leg back and ran towards it.

"─ Yikes!

What I heard was a girl screaming.

"Chi......"

It is a scream of rather urgent clogging. Nature and the power in Baroque's feet.

And when I finally got ahead of the main road exit, it wasn't the worn out girl - - who was about to be crushed by a large group of demons - who jumped into his eyes and looked at the pen without even looking in front of one hand at the young man running.

"Heh...?

Nail stretched small hands on both hands. The leg was wrapped with magic, and the form that popped up was the God of salvation. Or, hero.

But it appeared in front of me...

"Lycood, the next piece of paper."

"Yes, now we finally have about half."

They were familiar, with no sense of sadness, handing over maps and white paper that could be done.

"Oh, wait, the ink..."

Master, this is it. I've refilled it. '

"Well, that's an automata you can do."

"It's the ultimate honor."

Furthermore, the beginning and end of receiving a replacement pen from the side and interacting like a daily conversation.

The background, however, is such a large group of demons that one small village, albeit low-lying, is likely to be trampled at its leisure. Something's wrong with the picture.

And the guy at the heart of all that freakiness finally realized he existed.

"... that, Baroque? It's an odd encounter to see you here!

There is nothing in Baroque that I wish I had had had more boomerang than this time.

That was our line, and I did have a desire to scream back. But Baroque, who was at the extreme of the confusion, couldn't afford to throw it back, just relieved to give him his arm.

"Ooh...?

For once, I don't know if I could call it rational enough to return a greeting - but there seemed to be - but what was ahead of Baroque's eyes were not three people releasing some strange landscape, but rather three people mixed up in the background.

"It's bad, it's bad! I think you've been focusing your gaze on my tail since earlier!

"Okay! Then take that turn to the left, Lislit!

"We'll go right and take a break! Lislit, please later!

"Hey, even Mr. Knitting, what are you talking about!? I'm not the only one who can do that. Okay, I won't!

What a temperature difference. So much so that Baroque saw it and relieved himself that there was something wrong with the three people running in front.

and within doing so.

"Bye, Baroque. Another time, slowly. I'm busy right now."

"Where appropriate, please deviate from the crossroads"

Excuse me.

Next to Baroque, a strange threesome ran through. And what comes next is an even normal reassuring threesome. That's what I didn't see, and I ran through it, and, oh, finally, if you look at me with relief that it's a normal landscape...

─ ─ GUAWOW!!!

"No, wait, wait, wait!!!

Kurli and flip to a group of demons looming in front of you. Running through the six, Baroque asked Ray, who would concentrate on the tip of the pen, as he caught up with the lead in a shameless run by the name of that middle-clan executive.

"What the hell happened to the whole thing!? What's going on, this!?

"You'll see when you see it. I'm making a map."

"Something is fundamentally different from what I know about mapping!?

Where the hell did I get the wrong way to make the map? No, there's even an element of mistake in the first place. I doubt it, but Baroque doesn't know how to make maps that are driven around by such a large crowd.

To such a baroque, Ray pokes his pen tip and smiles.

"Huh, you idiot. It is the adventurer who keeps trying new things. From today on, this is what makes a new map."

"Then you don't! At least nobody I know wants to make maps like this! You're gonna calm him down more, this kind of thing!

"Being imprisoned by a fixed concept is synonymous with stopping a person from evolving. My master is constantly evolving… Unlike you ordinary people '

The last poisoned Seatella looked at Baroque with her face close to see if it was offensive that Ray's thoughts had been denied.

"What...!? Come on, you have a beautiful face and a bad mouth sister. But the type, the type. If this isn't the place, I want to sleep with you tonight."

"I don't have a hole, so don't hesitate."

"What, you don't have a hole!? Hey, no way, you with that face and body... oh, no, Suma. I don't pry. So will you just step away for a second? Don't complain anymore."

In the baroque, a great misunderstanding seems to have arisen, but if you don't complain any more, there is no reason to stare at him at close range, even as Seaterra.

Baroque was relieved by Seaterra, who returned to the original distance barrier as it was.

"... so, why is that so weird... oh, no, I'm making forward maps?

I reworded it because for her - Baroque - I was afraid of his gaze. People are afraid of the unknown. That was right and wrong in a way, but Ray did not mention it and instead answered Baroque's question.

"Wouldn't this be more efficient?

Yes, efficiency.

It's more important to do this efficiently than to chase Anna and the others who went there. Mapping and the experience gained by the effort, but only the strength gained by repeated battles.

How do I do these three things efficiently?

Easy.

Double speed, no, you can do it and treat it 10x faster.

That is, run. Run and run and learn about the map's completion and the structure of the labyrinth without stopping your feet as you draw demons. Plus, it comes with a delightful look to improve endurance.

"You guys... aren't you stupid? Just give me the money and I'll get some maps of the upper echelons."

Ray shakes his head to say goodbye to Baroque, who has no such ex or child.

"I guess there's a romance in finishing it with my own hands."

"Damn...... I hate it when I have myself figured out......!

It may be too much to say that a man is a romantic, moving thing - but there is such a side to an approximate man. Sometimes I have a different passion for things that are completely understood from other perspectives.

I'm sure it's not my fault that there are so many men in such rare figures, for example, that it's a collecting habit, or to hone their moves.

And that's exactly what adventurers are for. How many adventurers in this world are truly dividing themselves up as just doing their job and getting paid?

The vast majority of adventurers are passionate about things that have nothing to do with their work: raising fame, working with their peers to challenge difficulties, or stepping into the unknown again.

Otherwise, can you challenge a terrible monster called a demon until you risk your own death? Inside, there may be a battle freak who wants it, but that madness is another romance.

When one abandons safety, one dreams and pursues romance.

Those are the mighty men who came to this labyrinth. You can't possibly not understand your heart in pursuit of romance.

But, but.

I didn't want to know the romance that caused all this mayhem from the labyrinth layer. I feel like I'm confessing to being the same Musina.

Baroque sighed to exhale his unspeakable feelings.

"... so what are you going to do with the arrow behind you? I'm not gonna give you a present, am I?

"No way. We'll handle this ourselves."

"Can't you do it, to you?

"If I can't, I'll just die responsibly. That's what we do, isn't it?

Baroque distorted his mouth to a young, year-old adventurer who spoke of fluency without changing his face.

"15 or 16 Did the kid there come with a flurry"

That's not the word I threw up ridiculously. It is a tribute to Ray, who holds on to the iron rule of the adventurer at this young age with a minimum of manners.

"Then I won't take extra care of you. Instead, let me see a little more. For once, as a right on the involved side"

"I don't think there's anything funny about that, do you?

"That's okay, so"

It's up to Baroque to decide if it's funny or not. Besides, if you want to talk about how adventurers behave and hang hands about what's going on, the expectation hassle is a good place too.

Why don't we put that World Record repainted strength in this eye?

Ray shakes a jerk or something against Baroque, who laughs so damn hard.

"Well, we have customers, and it's time to clean them up."

Ray's leg stops. And when they all turned around in front of it, they changed the direction of their bodies.

"I'll clean up the crisps."

Following Ray, who pulled out the scarlet sword and strengthened his appearance, everyone, including Baroque, inverts his body.

"Ugh... don't you want to take a break?

"I don't have time to rest... let's not let them give it to me"

"That's the thing. Look, Mr. Gilk didn't say zeze either, please set it up. Here we go."

"You guys... zeze... with the monster... zeze... don't"

The line changes ahead of Ray. The two wristlets and knitwear, where fatigue can be seen, put their insides on their faces, but on the avant-garde and the rear guard, respectively. After pulling up a stiff floor and kissing gilk just around the middle of it, Lycood also fell back in feelings.

"The operation, as I said in the morning. Me and Lycood, support. The avant-garde lislite has stopped, and the middle guard has its cover and restraint. The knit makes up for what's missing."

In the meantime before he got to the enemy, Ray, claiming the support he had once again received confirmation, turned to the demon as he stood in Jen Royalty.

"Haa!"

At that time, the cutouts protruded by Ray's arm sleuth scatter blood flowers. The four-legged little demon that was about to strike Ray was worn between the eyebrows and died in one blow.

Cutting it off, to the demon that had been roaring and penetrating, the dog-eared girl jumped forward beyond Ray with a single sword and a dagger of a different length than that.

Following that, the two Zhongwei also stepped forward.

"I'll stop left"

"Then I'll take the right side."

Demons loom from the unstoppable walls of Lislit to the two who so briefly shared roles.

Gilk dared to pack his distance as he unleashed his sword as he stepped out a little further than Seaterra, leaving the stopping to his prior dodging powers to assume the role of missing avant-garde.

But Gilk isn't weak either. He is a hidden talent with a track record of winning third place in the militant tournament. Often, it has been anointed by some abnormal children, but neither using demonic stones nor lagging behind low-level demons.

However, I don't understand it in person...

"Hmm? Are these guys unusually weak?

Gilk, who roughly at the same time evaded, clasped and chopped off the head of a man-shaped demon, tilts his neck.

My senses were paralyzed. I want you to try to remember. Recent wars. I've dated the Rays, and these days the seamen, the demons, the demon kings and Gilk have fought all the unwinnable enemies. But if you look around, some spare people.

When I was weak, it was enough to be planted with fixed concepts.

Meanwhile, Sheetera continues to pull the water gun trigger lightly, elsewhere with a gilk confused by such a difference in feel. She was not interested in the difference between Gilk and Strength. Should I say I speak for myself as a tool, Ray's usefulness is the top priority for her.

Therefore, we continued to guide the optimal solution such that Ray wrapped his tongue around it, based on operations that are really pale and repeated at high speeds. A geisha that can only be done because we know perfectly the performance of the magic tools. I'm not just randomly serial. It appears in the eyes around you as if you traced the movements of a first-rate gunner.

The sweatshirt that watched them like that from the rear self-determination their role.

That's the training Ray imposed on her.

The unique skill of knitting, 'resonance', is the skill of adding up knitting with someone else's abilities. And as its secondary effect, it has strengths in the sense of collaboration that we know so that we can take each other's movements in our hands.

However, there are shortcomings. It is that each other's mind-facing destinations are the same. In other words, an invisible sense of fellowship, friendship, or a common sense in a dying situation.

Without the perception that we are together and something we can resonate with, we can't even activate the worst.

And look at this situation now, who the hell is looking for a resonance of the knit. Who has something to resonate with?

If she is not able to identify it herself, her skills will also be a treasure troublemaker.

That's why Ray asked her for the power to identify it.

"Gilk, it resonates!

"What? Okay!

It was Gilk that the knit chose. That's because, from day to day, I'm weak, and you guys don't want to be with the monsters, because there was something in the coat that went through somewhere.

I thought that was enough element for resonance.

"" Resonance!

Gilk, who took a step back, and a knit, who refrained in the rear, scream at the same time. A path stretched from the knit connects to the gilk and the light wraps around each other's bodies only slightly.

But the light is really weak and thin again. It was a sign that the resonance was not activated well.

That's best known to the person who activated it, clouding the face of the knit. However, once activated, this lasts for a small hour and cannot be disarmed.

"Huh... I'm gonna help you with that!

Now more than reflection, battle. Immediately after putting up his spear, the knit rushed to Gilk's support.

Ray, watching, exhaled small.

"Seems to be wrapped up, still..."

Unfortunately, Ray still zeroed in because the failure of the knit didn't seem to show the wrapping up of the party as it did.

I've been forming a party for a year. The relationship, which was giddy at first and only conversed with certain opponents, improved considerably. We are forgiving each other's minds and being able to work together as companions.

But it's only been a year. It's still too short a time for people to have a deeper relationship. That is something that can be said for Ray, but there are many parts of each other that we have yet to understand.

That may be more than being someone else. But we should be able to do less of that.

It made me a little sad because I felt like the failure showed that it was still there. That includes one case yesterday.

From what Ray saw, what needed the resonance of the knit was a wrist that was holding back many demons in the avant-garde.

There are some different numbers to deal with, but most importantly, they seem to be stabilising and holding back, and the fruit, the movement, is passive. Take a defensive stance until you don't have to bother to take an attack, which has extremely few hands.

If they say it's good or bad, I guess it's neither. In fact, he's steadily stalled, and he's completely under attack. Defense is as important in combat as attack.

But it doesn't fit.

Lislite's gear is one sword of general length and one dagger at a time. I don't wear armor or anything, it's light gear that resembles or stops by Ray.

Its light-equipped intensity is lightness that prioritizes ease of movement. But what Rislit is doing is a recipient move, as if it were a heavily equipped Gold or a Luxeria in offense.

Again and again, that's not a bad thing. Because there are many occasions in battle where you have to turn to defense.

But if we're going to put the defense on the spindle, at least we want either armor or a shield. Swords and daggers are not protective equipment, they are only weapons. It doesn't fit the style of combat.

But I guess the lislite has not been able to establish that style. We should change the way we fight depending on the circumstances, but the destination is the same as a comma with no axis in Brevre. It's not what I figured out where I was going to fly.

Ray saw that as the biggest element of anxiety in the current situation, but in fact discerning even the mental state of his companions during the battle makes it extremely difficult. If you're in a state of intuition, then yet again, neither does Ray completely discern the minds of others. That's the same thing for everyone.

So if Ray...

"Lislit, focus on the front."

I go in to help first.

"Su, excuse me, seniors"

"No good. More than that, pull half a step. Too far ahead."

"Yes!

Then while aiding in the fight, point out the breakdown.

"All right, that's how it goes. Cancer, attack."

"Yes!"

And where the system is back, I'm going to go with it. The opponent, and then himself. It's much easier to fit your mind. After all, it's important to put it into words and tell it.

But this time it's only support. I don't step in any further.

Instead, Ray watched Lislit move.

Because of the glare, the disconnect was neglected. The rislite was also able to move thanks to it being fixed or giving priority to evasion rather than defense. In addition, he has successfully used and ripened the two intervals while putting in a middle counter of dodging with a dagger with a small twist.

Well, what moves should I teach her like that? Ray slaughters only the demons he's headed toward in one hassle, conceiving whether he needs his advice fulfilled, etc. to the style he's becoming able to do.

Baroque, who watched the Rays like that backwards, threw words at Lycood, who was also shabby.

"You're not gonna do it?

"If I go in, I'll get in the way. I'll do it if you tell me to sweep it off."

"You mean wizard as you look. I think I'll do it inside."

That being said, Baroque looked down at Lycood to make it worthwhile and slightly changed his rating.

"... No, I think I'm going to do pretty good. Did you meet the Demon King, too?

"Yeah well. It's just Ray and me in here..."

Well, that makes sense, and Baroque was good at it.

Its calmly sedentary atmosphere and the sitting position of the liver that holds it back. At least not the balls rolling right there. Deadlines have been experienced once or twice.

That, even against Ray...... no, in that case, would not be inferior compared as a first-level explorer.

Unlike conditioned young people like that, they want to start an overcautious offense, so I'm scared to say one of the novels about what they're doing.

"I'm just really in the mood for scouting... too bad"

"Don't hesitate, why don't you? Well, I'm not going."

"I don't, now. Fear seems to prevail, because it doesn't help."

Safety first. An affordable offense.

Many clans put up slogans for such survival. But the more underneath this, the more vast and harsh the labyrinth, the more concurring it is to say that the slogan is unwilling to attack - Baroque thinks.

"Mr. Ray, are you trying to tell me you're a coward?

"I don't know. But what Chimatima can't do is it's true. If you really want to attack this labyrinth."

"Then you won't have to worry."

Said Lycood, with a small smile on his face.

"Because Mr. Ray is a root adventurer."

Yes, I vomited a convincing word.

"Now, I'm just curious about something else. But when it's gone, we'll make sure it runs wild."

"I feel like I'm already on a rampage..."

It makes sense. From a glance at it, this rampage. If you look at Ray from Baroque, who doesn't know Ray, you don't even know what the hell it is if it's not a runoff.

It's just that humans, getting used to it is horrible.

"It's a cute thing, this one. I can't believe the sky was filled with dragons when we stormed the Dragon Valley before. Even though we didn't really kill each other, we didn't really feel alive."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Is it empty ear?

Now I think I heard a shock experience about how a sky-sided dragon would do this, but somehow the contents don't come in wonder.

That seems to have been the case with the person who is saying it, and Lyckd nodded and agreed, with some distant eye.

"I also... I thought the same thing when the dragons told me that they had promised to become trainees. I had to go, and instead, all the dragons there were attacked."

"What is it, the end of the world?

"It was just the end of the century. After seeing that, such a huge crowd... you're laughing"

Lycood, who seemed to have been hit for some reason, looked at the demons pushing over and laughed with his nose.

I suppose there are times when you insulted someone inferior to the dragon without comparing them, but I don't have any similar thoughts about what Chimatima and Baroque hold in such an opponent. Inside, Lycood is also a better idea than Anna and the others.

But when Ray breaks it off, whatever he thinks, Lycood comes around with it, he concludes a long time ago.

It's based on hands-on experience, strategic retreat. After seemingly crazy behavior, Ray's behavior, which has led to results that exceed Lyckd's expectations, is a frontier of giving up that he will again deliver unexpected results.

"You're struggling...... you guys are too"

From his half-dyed eyes with anticipation and depression, Baroque, who somehow perceived Rykud's inner heart, looked up at the demons that were steadily decreasing in numbers and said.