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

When the Rays were diving into the labyrinth, in front of the entrance to the labyrinth.

"Oh my God... today the scent of the downtrodden will stain your nose and make you feel bad."

"Ah? This is the adventurer's habit, with the smell of Temehe and the other Ese nobles wearing perfumes, my nose is going to bend. Would it be a little better if I sprayed him with muddy water?

Groups belonging to two different major forces faced each other and were in a one-touch situation that was still likely to be a battle.

Here, in the labyrinth city, between the three massive clans and the kingdom of Naremast, there is a power feud. Among them, Barathio Regal, King of Yingjie, leads the way [Top of the Sunny Sky], who is not interested in fighting over forces and wins tremendous trust and popularity by fighting over them.

In the adventurers of countless other forces, the great works they have done are treated with respect to Balatio. Therefore, beneath him men gather.

As far as the kingdom of Naremast is concerned, it is governed by law, as in other cities, bringing together ordinary people who are not adventurers and adventurers who wish to leave it to the protection of some countries.

On the other hand, the two major forces that are not.

These two forces, which continue to maintain enough power to line up [at the top of the sunny sky], in a good way, are made up of solicitations to aggressive self-forces.

Yes, I mean, not as individual clans, but as clans belonging to two major forces, they were there today, and thus they poked each other in the face.

This is a lawless zone where the laws of the state do not pass. There's nothing to bind them to, is the truth.

The interpretation is that the laws of the kingdom, which are only one of the four forces, pass only in the compartments controlled by the kingdom, and the determination of the other compartments also do not function.

4 On the avenues that cross over labyrinths and labyrinths sandwiched by forces, especially.

However, while in such a lawless zone, there is less surface rubbing. That's because the four forces are holding each other back. Unless that equilibrium breaks down, it will not be possible for important things to happen that paralyse the functioning of cities.

They come to the labyrinth city in such a tentative peace because of the labyrinth district that lies at its center, of course. On the contrary, for no other reason, look nowhere.

The labyrinth of danger and neighborhood is a mountain of treasure.

Exploration, fame, gold, resources. Everyone wants it. There are many reasons why people can be conflicted.

And that's not limited to the four forces. Placing a clan home in a compartment means joining forces.

Because lateral connections arise within the compartment to which they belong, and are in conflict with nature and the clans of other compartments. So if you want to start a clan, you have to choose carefully where to build your home, which is common sense among labyrinth seekers.

Well...

Now, on the contrary, we will be talking about how the chosen side moves, but the problem here is the conflict between the [Black-headed Levirins] and the [Great Sage of the Ethereal Dome], who make the aggressive solicitation I gave you earlier.

Neither do they actively solicit new Americans who may soon die. The adventurers who see nature and each other become the same.

When it comes to it, it is the conflict between these two forces that comes into being.

And what they're looking at right now is a rumored Rookie who's made a big update to World Records.

I mean, it's Ray.

It's also a card that you want to draw into your own position, even if it's not, because you already have comparable strength to first-level adventurers.

Information jumps around, day two. They were also moving there to verify authenticity.

As a result, the bowl was in the same condition as it is now.

"A barbarian gathering shouldn't smell rotten. I didn't even know it was the least bit of manners to walk in a public place... what savages."

"Compared to that unusual outfit of the Ese aristocrats, we'd still be better off. I don't care if you walk down the street, Couscous, they'll laugh at you."

Such swordswallowing rhetoric is a daily tea meal here in the labyrinth city. You can call it flair.

The friendship between the forces belonging to the [Black-headed Levirins] and the [Great Sage of the Ethereal Dome] is extremely sinister, penetrating to the ends of the two forces and persisting to the extent that they curse each other in this way whenever they face each other.

Such statements often develop to the point of blade wound elimination. Especially in labyrinths not under the control of any force, this is enough to repeat the clashes.

However, in an equally unruly boulevard, few people run to force using extraterritoriality as a shield due to the large number of eyes of the general public and merchants.

In other words, a critical safety zone. Therefore, in an attempt to rub at the entrance of the labyrinth, the person who goes down the street passes without my involvement. No one tried to stop it.

That way, the tension persists, for a few hours.

"Admiral, I'm finally out!

"Master Raun, hurry up! They'll be here soon!

The Admiral, Master Raun, the two people who hit the heads of the group so called, ran out to the entrance that Ray would come out, momentarily after they had stuck each other with an awesome sword screen.

Afterwards, Zorozolo and the adventurers continue as they rub each other in the way of each other.

"─ That's why I can't think of a move that's just right for you right away. Wait a little longer, I'll think of something. I mean, think about it yourself, okay?

Not knowing that was happening, he broke up with Baroque, who said he was going to make money for today's drinking in the labyrinth, and the returning Rays showed up up up up the stairs at the labyrinth entrance.

Somehow I looked behind me, and right after Ray, who talked, there was Lislit.

"I know, I know! So tell me about the super stunt of any enemy's Ichikoro blow special...... HI!?

And, until then, a wrist lit talking about swallowing, I peeled my eyes at the nasty men rushing over here and the good guys coming towards me in uncomfortable outfits as adventurers.

So, when Ray finally realizes what's going on, he instantly hands in front of the lislite and leaves before he asks for shelter.

"What, you guys?

It turned out to be a little sword-soaked, well, the same reason Lislit peeled his eyes off. Normally, if so many strangers armed adventurers rush by, I'm on guard.

but they don't realize that by pushing each other out, they're full of heads.

"Give me your face, immortal bird of the comeback"

"I've been waiting for you, Lord Immortal. Would you come over here, please?

We numbered each other unevenly, and as one threatened, the other gently took care of it and spoke out to surround him.

When Ray glances at them like that, he turns away like he's lost interest in just soliciting or something.

"It looks like it."

That's all I said, Ray walked back pale in an unsatisfactory manner, forcing the robe to avoid them and changing course only.

For a moment, though distracted by that attitude, a dark-bearded man, who had been called by the Admiral and his companions, reached over Ray's shoulder and stopped him.

"Wait a minute! Ome should come with us. Otherwise... you know what I mean?

"I don't know. Don't talk to me because I smell like a mouth."

Ray shook off the hand of the man with a niggling and fierce grin, glancing back at him, turning his face again and starting to move his legs again as if nothing had happened. But then a beautifully dressed long-haired man, unsuitable for the adventurer, walked side-by-side to Ray and spoke with a gentleman's face.

"I agree. You know very well. But I want you to listen to me. I have a good story for you, too."

"I don't want it. Because it resembles a con M.O. I used to hear."

Now the long-haired man attracted a pickle and a grin to a salt-compatible ray that didn't even try to turn his face.

"... Aren't you being a little rude? We've been waiting for you for a long time, haven't we?

"Oh... yes, Temeye! It doesn't bother me to be the same as an esse bastard like this, but I wouldn't let Temehe's attitude eat more! Why don't you give me a little ear!

To Ray's salt response, a leader of two forces who also forgets the conflict and begins to synchronize.

The inflexible adventurers who refrain behind also hit as much anger against Ray.

In contrast, Ray did not even try to hide the annoying smell and sighed heavily, he said back.

"Do you have any manners or shit? Why do I have to deal with these suspicious people who are ambushing me here? You're not going to talk to me, so go home. It's just depressing."

Yes, from Ray's point of view, it's the same as stalking. It's just a nuisance. Ray is not a gentleman enough to respond gently to such an annoying opponent.

"I don't have to ask you anything. I know. You want to solicit me, right? But I say no. I'll decide my path. I don't take orders from anyone."

There was no stray at all like when I turned down King Yingjie's invitation to Ray, who ran out of words.

Ray hates being under people. It's not because I don't like being ordered. Because I don't like that I can't push my will through.

Still, I showed lost in King Yingjie's invitation because I had a longing. And because you confirmed your will.

But right now, before Ray is a bunch of noisy people who just think they've come to threaten us and a bunch of people trying to seduce us with sweet words like con artists.

Where can I shake it? Absolutely no elements to grind with.

Not only do the arrangements that come to crush the will with force, but the cowardly ones that attach to a person's weakness, because Ray doesn't have any elements that he wants to fight with until he bends that will.

"You're gonna regret this?

"You're gonna regret this, aren't you?

The two vomited similar words, and with a swordswallowing look one of their heads looked down at Ray, who was short. Ray looks up so that he can jump out of that gaze only without that unscrupulous attitude breaking.

"─ That's you guys."

Ray's heart, mixed with a cold smile and stared up, was calm on the back of his back with words.

Maybe because I was already ready. Of course I'm not willing to do anything from this side, but from the time I decided to challenge the best clan in the world, Ray's mind was set.

It's the adventurer who does what he wants.

So you can do whatever you want. If you want the strength of yourself, you just have to do everything you can to take it from me.

Instead, let Ray try whatever he wants again. In my own way.

However, because you want to push them, you should have the corresponding risks and responsibilities. There can be no such thing as nothing.

"If you get your hands on us, think we're gonna lose everything. Home, money, family, yourselves."

I will not condone it.

Yes, Ray, threatening back, turned his back slowly and took the Lycoods behind the scene.

"Totally... you're having trouble with the mole you dived into, too"

Take a breath with the inn. As well as being gender-specific, in one of the rooms divided according to the number of people, towards Ray in the same room, Rykud exposes his displeasure and mouths his disgust.

"How are you going to make us regret it with such strength that Mr. Ray turned us on to kill? Shall I let you speak for yourself?"

Thanks, Lycood, who has too much blood in his pocket, gently produces ice on his hands and says something noisy.

"Stop. I don't have the chili, and I'll have another trouble."

"If that's what Ray says, I'll make my legs ice marinated when I see them."

Ray meant to say that would cause trouble, but he hadn't passed it on to Lycood.

Again, Ray admonished Rykud with fortitude.

"That's why he asked me to keep him company. I haven't skipped the slaughter, and this is a city where the best adventurers come together. You don't just know if you couldn't move or didn't. You underestimate them a little. I'm overestimating my habits."

"Yes, was it? To me, like I was trembling like a deer...... but if Ray says so, I'm sure he is. Sharpen your insights."

"Oh, do that"

Ray thought he'd stop trying to rub anything in front of his insight as he gave it back to the throw. But he did not speak of it, instead hoping that the bounce of his youth and the youth of Lycood would pass safely and peacefully.

And a few minutes later.

Anna and the rest of the squad returned to the inn late to the Rays.

"Is everything all right and peaceful and safe?

"Well, there's no tension."

Because of Charles Stena, Anna complained to Ray, who was worried that something so rare would not happen. But I'm not going to ask Ray any more about her endurance.

"Fine then. By the way, I need to talk to all of you, will you gather in the men's room?

That said, Ray went back to his room first, knowing there would be some luggage.

As such, Ray, who rearranged the bets in a circular fashion so that everyone could sit down and waited for them all to align, talked about the launch of the clan that he had been thinking about more than the other day where they were aligned.

"Maybe Anna and the others got solicited, but we're being targeted from quite a few clans right now. Some of them will be forced to. So I'm going to make our own clan as soon as possible to avoid any unnecessary rubbing."

Kick-ass is really somewhere else, but that's Ray's personal purpose. Speaking accordingly about how he wanted to set up a clan, while leaving the neighborhood alone, Ray asked everyone if there was any opposition.

"... looks like nothing in particular. Well, I mean, you know, starting a clan, there's all kinds of things I have to do, things I have to think about, but I'm gonna talk about it now, so if you don't know, just ask me that every time."

There was no particular disagreement, and on the contrary, nothing to agree with and raise his voice, but Ray moved on, as he approved.

"First, let's talk briefly about what a clan is. Probably a lot of guys don't understand. Well, it's not that hard. As adventurers gather to create a party, it is said that what the party is made of is the beginning of the clan. So simply put, it's a bunch of dozens, hundreds of adventurers."

The party is a gathering of more than a dozen people who share and cooperate with the avant-garde, middle guard, rear guard, and other roles. In contrast, the clan is generally a 100-person large area. Size would be one guide in separating these two.

"It just starts out like that, but the shape changes step by step, and now it's divided in many ways. There are clans that are the main explorers, clans that are the main collectors of materials, and, in rare cases, clans that have signs that specialize in powerful enemies."

It's only a rumor, Ray added.

But there is no smoke standing where there is no fire. Some of the actual clans had a bunch of combat fanatics who said so. But many are clans that set out their philosophy in the broad and shallow sense of what Ray said. Conversely, one extreme clan has many strangers and few of them.

"So adventurers who come in like new get into the right clan for what they want to do or level. Well, some of them start a new clan, like us, but they have a lot of patterns that can be largely divided."

There are several formal traditions to start a clan. Whether it is a philosophy or a home, there is now something called the Clan Conditions set by the Alliance because they are somewhat too rich to be classified by the number of people.

To satisfy it, the newcomer seeker has some difficulty. Even if the philosophy is appropriately left alone, the purchase price of the home or the strength of the lowest limit clan. The younger the adventurer, the harder it is to fulfill that condition.

Therefore, there is a lot of experience gained in existing clans and then splitting up. As a result, sequences tend to arise between clans, which is also one factor that is producing labyrinthine cities.

"... so let's first decide on the philosophy of our clan. Any opinions?

I'm going to pack it from the simple stuff first.

Ray asked everyone for their opinion. Anna was the first one to return the answer to Ray like that. She doesn't even show a bare gesture of thinking in particular, but keeps her thoughts in her mouth.

"If you just made the party bigger, why don't you just do what you always say?

"Me? Is that okay with you? It's like my doctrine, isn't it?

Ray asked back to confirm the opinion he had raised for the moment.

"It's okay, isn't it? I don't hate you."

"Don't be frightened of the doctrine you like."

"Do you want him to?

"No, it's nothing. It's empty. Listen up."

Softly Anna's eyes rested on Ray, who looked so disgusting, her unchecked voice poking at her eardrum. Ray decided it wasn't a good idea.

Charstena, bitterly smiling at such an exchange between the two, reluctantly raised her hand.

"I guess I agree with Anna. I don't think it's necessary to solidify our policy, and if we're not recruiting people, I think an external philosophy would be appropriate."

"But even if it's appropriate, it's probably the best choice in the sense that we won't need to change the special way because we've done it before in that policy. Most importantly, it's easy."

"I don't know if it's easy... but I agree with that. Excessive restraint in collecting a group does not cause inner rubbing. In that sense, it is desirable that the clan's philosophy be broad."

Following Charstena, Gilk, Luxeria and the voice in favor rise, and Lycood wraps it up.

"I mean, don't condone the enemy. You mean do it thoroughly. I think you can be like us."

"No! Why did you get into such a mess! Is that me? Was my coaching method wrong?

"That's not true! Because, thanks to Mr. Ray, I am no longer heartbroken when I thoroughly hurt my enemies!

"Wow... what did you do to Lycood?

It hurts Anna's scornful gaze at Lycood's dong-pulling remarks, which also attract Ray's face, to make further pursuits.

But wait. Ray doesn't wear training with no blood or tears like he says it's in any blood fog. A hunting tour to sweep without a single demon left, or to the point of taking him out to the Dragon Valley.

I'm sure this, it's not Ray's fault, there must be a cause for Lycood. No matter how relentlessly and thoroughly Ray was sweeping the demons, he was doing everything he could to challenge the dragons he knew, which must have nothing to do with the matter.

"I did nothing... I don't... should"

"How did you lose confidence gradually? Ha......! Hit me, too, on my senior poison fangs......!

Rislit opened his eyes and put his hand on his mouth. Then, furthermore, Ray's hand was pressed from above.

"Hey, what's a poison fang, Cora? You, tomorrow we'll throw you in the middle of a whole bunch of demons."

It is an iron claw. A finger grabbing the temple with a pinpoint eats into the grime.

"Yes, it hurts, seniors! I just slipped my mouth......!

"I'm sorry. I've told myself to treat people like poisonous spiders."

It was a wristlet trying to escape with both hands, but I can't take my all-powerful arm off. On the contrary, it has oiled the fire and is now in a suspended state.

Seeing such a twisted disciple, the knit slapped Chong Chong and Ray on the shoulder.

"That's probably the place, isn't it? Rykud-kun used it as a reference."

"What..."

Ray, who was hanging an iron claw on Lislit's head, fought in a word of his knit.

That's the only verse I can think of if you ask me. It wasn't because of the training, it was because of what I usually do. In other words, that was the flip of Ray's usual behavior being so terrible that he felt stuck at it, and Ray held his face down with his hand.

"Such an idiot..."

"Seniors, seniors, I'm saying Mississippi! Because there's a noise that shouldn't ring. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

"Is it my fault...?

"No, what is there to doubt in that state...?

Squirrellit screaming and bashing at iron claws that damaged force application and subtraction. But Ray is so shocked and hardened that he doesn't notice it.

Anna shrugged, wondering where there was room for doubt when she saw it.

But wait, Ray stops at his own thought in the midst of a shock.

'Referenced' the knit said, which means I saw it and learned it, I imitated it. Ray himself has a lot of experience with that. You can say you stole magic or something from the Demon King.

Yes, I stole it. There can't be some silly story about the Demon King teaching Ray, etc.

Then the referee didn't want to lead to the result.

Rather a imitated victim. Patent infringement. I mean, the imitated side has no responsibility whatsoever. Instead, did Japanese law stipulate that it was the side that imitated them that would be caught?

Then why don't you say the self-responsibility of the side you referred to?

"Lycood...... let's regenerate"

"What... how can you look at me like you're looking at a sinful friend?

"Think about it, with your hands on your chest. I'll work with you as much as I can."

"Ha ha...? I have no idea why, but I won't dare to snort because I don't seem to understand digging"

That's what Clean Lycood said and deeply agreed with Ray. And when Ray, no longer worried, loosened his grip, as I recall, he decided to promptly return to the story of being too derailed.

"Cohon, let's do what we want to do. Let's do the party policy, okay?" "Isn't that okay? So."

"Uh-oh, my head..."

"I don't mind either"

There was one person holding his head down and suffering from the pain, but Ray decided not to continue because there seemed to be no particular objection.

"Then the next thing I have to decide is the home of the clan...... Cecil, what's wrong with yesterday's today? At this time, I wish there was room for everyone to live in to avoid trouble..."

Ray, who wants to strike his hands early to avoid any further solicitation, asked Cecil if he had any eyeballs, rather loosening the terms he put out the other day.

"Hmm... if it's just the size, there's one of the best mansions. It is so wide that it does not have a suffocating color compared to the homes of large clans. Apparently, more than half a century ago, it was the site of a rising clan."

About half a century ago, there was a clan that excelled in glory. It is now passed down among adventurers as a famous story that conveys the horrors of the labyrinth.

The name of the clan is Deep Challenger. As you can see from the name, those who went on to challenge less than 80 layers freed by [King Yingjie] 's party a long time ago. At that time they glorified themselves because they were challengers ashamed of their name.

They were a gathering of chancers who, if they had time, would continue to try deep as other large clans carefully prepared and trained in what they called expeditions. That's why he dominated the hierarchy one after the other for a short period of time, and saw the martial arts and powerful adventurers flowing from other clans one after the other.

There was a man who was said to be the king of adventurers who took them with him like that and kept challenging the labyrinth. Known as the [Labyrinth King] and others, he said that among them there was enthusiasm for the Labyrinth at first sight. The adventurer, impressed by his enthusiasm, made no trace.

For an adventurer who was losing his challenging mind because King Yingjie had been defeated for more than 400 years, its never breaking appearance seemed glowing.

But that didn't last long either. One day on the border, they disappeared without a trace from the labyrinth city.

Just the 90th layer. In other words, on the day they fulfilled their challenge to the real unknown, they became the ones who would not return.

Then half a century. It is now told as an anecdote that tells how a challenge to the unknown is dangerous.

As famous as Ray has had the opportunity to hear it over and over again.

"… ─ After Klan's death, land was recovered in the kingdom, and now the same is true of ruins. Thank you. The kingdom seems to be fishing for the land for fear that it will be usurped by a massive clan."

I guess the momentum was so great. At first, [The Labyrinth King] was alone because he grew up to be counted as a massive clan in a decade and a little while.

On the kingdom's side, a sense of crisis would have raised that the last fort might be taken.

"So, how much extrajudicial price are you being plucked?

"Hmm...... 1 trillion ruts. Even large clans have values that are not easy to reach."

"No... 1 trillion ⁉ stupid, what state budget!

This is not the level at which a castle is built on first class land. It's a price that small countries are likely to be able to buy easily.

That's what the price of a mansion in the corner of the city is... how silly. Nobody gets their hands on it, and it's been abandoned for half a century.

"Cool, sounds stupid, doesn't it? But this land has one perk."

"What?"

"Apparently, criticism has gathered from residents, and instead of changing the price, what a tax the people who bought this land don't have to pay"

"The perks are too shoddy..."

In the first place, if you don't build a home on the kingdom site, there will be no taxes. Instead, the kingdom, which is called a pay up or in other compartments, but knows that labyrinth city adventurers have money, pays far less because it blows income taxes, resident taxes, everything. It's really trivial. The benefit of buying is nothing.

"By the way, it seems the buyer will be accompanied by a crown that [King Yingjie] and [Labyrinth King] have honored each other and exchanged them as a sign of their faith"

"Is that it!? When [The Labyrinth King] challenged the 90th floor, King Yingjie and the Labyrinth King said they bet which one deserved the king of the Labyrinth City...!

What Ray is trying to say is that the two labyrinth kings made a deal together.

If The Labyrinth King returns, he will be the new king of this city.

of anecdotes that if "The Labyrinth King" did not return, "King Yingjie" would have sworn to take its enemies sooner or later, and given each other a crown tangled in two names.

"Yes, the testimony of the King of Survival and the testimony of the King of Vengeance."

Ray, who embarked on much of the excitement, shines his eyes on the answer as he thought it would be.

The reason for this is because Ray is Meeher. Ever since I became an adventurer, no, for Ray, who has brought his mind to adventure tans, anecdotes, etc., that's something worth equal to Gogh's paintings and relic conditioning. Wouldn't this be the real perk?

"─ Let's buy"

It was no longer instant. Give me the money and I'll get one of those. You can touch it with this hand.

Would you have a choice but to buy it? No, I don't.

But no matter how much you load or want if you try it on the lay, if you look at it from the others, it's only worth much the same as crap.

"That's just... right...?

"Aren't you springing your head?

"A trillion ruts, what ruts? I've never heard of you, have I?

"Pi" (reckless)

"Ridge, you know what gold's worth?

Ray's recklessness didn't start right now, but they've been hanging out with it. Those who have not spoken also have a face named Aha. Either that or the one who gave up.

"Shut up! You're on my own because I buy it with my own money! Although I wouldn't complain about that because I would only spend the right amount of money for the party!

It is the reverse guile. This is what happened. Ray won't stop. Ray left his reason to be patient in his birthplace.

But.

"Lord, I ask you something unexpected, is there an extrajudicial large sum of money such as a trillion?

"No, but what Cecil told us is that I'm treading when there's an inexorable payment plan in place?

"Kukuku, I hope you don't read my thoughts. Anyway, I have an inexorable repayment plan for the Lord"

From the payment, the plan seemed to have changed to repayment, but Cecil had apparently moved by reading Ray's thoughts in advance. Which, at all, is prefetching?

We're both going to crook our mouths, so we're not going anywhere near each other.

"Then, Lord. Do you want me to lead you under the person in charge as soon as possible? Already ready ready ready without delay"

"Oh, please! I'm so glad I came to the labyrinth! So that's what I'm sorry about getting you together, but let's do it after we get the home!

Ray, whose tension rose to Max, went outside following Cecil with such a rhetorical foothold.

They, on the side who dropped it off, had a uniform smiley face in their eyes, giving up that they could say nothing more.

In the air with such a mix of sighs, Anna squeaks as she holds her head against the potpourri.

"... since Ray came to this city, is it my fault that I feel polished by stupid statements?

No one can say anything to Anna about that statement anymore.