Entering a Company From Another World!?

"Nah, the immortals are vague and can't be helped. I wish I could check my strength here."

The spirits of time and space, the intrusion in the middle of a contract with Valus, the immortality of such a remote place, perhaps, but should we see that the halls are also being put into the woods towards them?

Then I fought to familiarize myself with the feeling I had acquired in that space earlier.

"Whoa!

It was much more difficult to apply or reduce force.

I don't know if my abilities (statuses) have improved until I try the app, but my body moves smoothly and my hand feels sharper, and I can slice it more easily than ever before.

But unfortunately, immortality is high in vitality, but it has to be said that it is not good in terms of hardness.

So I have to say that it is a little unsuitable for a trial run.

"Ah, I'm not saying it's luxurious, but there's no one who can handle it any more. Well, is it convincing that I finished my work early?"

I hate to use this word against immortals, but the sight before me is full of corpses.

Dirty cloth cuts, bones, rotten flesh and types are scattered around the area.

"There's something wrong with the way you cut. Now you're stepping into an area where you're trying to cut through concepts, not physics. Even in that state, it's selfish to complain to your opponent even though most things can be cut. My contractor was a terrible person at all."

It did not seem to be an illusion of my eyes that all of those cutting surfaces were strangely beautiful.

And Vals said, it seems that my swordship is not an act of cutting off physical adhesion based on atomic theory, but it is truncating the meaning of adhesion even with one foot.

To put it plainly, we are trying to cut the word adhesive off and eliminate the phenomenon of sticking.

It means that I'm beginning to get a nasty Medium 2 setting from my slash.

"Deflective slashing or something. What about the immortals who would not die so easily even if they were cut? It makes me laugh that the physical phenomenon is not working at all. There's no point in shielding the tank before this slash."

"You didn't consciously aim for it, but you unconsciously acquired it... that's terrifying. But your slashing is still at the beginning. Think calmly. If you can make such a slash, you can do the same thing with your defenses. As long as we live, conceptual defense is obvious, and there are many ways to prevent your slashing."

I felt like they said that the area I entered was the tip of the iceberg.

"You mean exactly the battle of contradictions? No, I mean, is it a toy, or, by the way, which one is stronger?

It's pure power from there. The point is, if you don't have enough refinement, you lose.

I see.

And how would the instructors react if they listened to this conversation?

Are you surprised or alert? Or would you enjoy it?

I expect it will somehow solidify in the direction of fun, but at least I don't think those two can do what I've done.

Teacher Kio would have laughed funny and fought me.

Instructor Fusio doesn't see the future that will bring me closer to my attack range in the first place.

Even in this area, I still can't see my back.

Instead of going over the wall that you're aiming for inside, when you haven't reached the bottom of that wall yet?

While laughing at his arrogance for less than a year, he looks back at the Spirit Valus.

Now is not the time to be immersed in sentiment.

He sat on a snake and looked down at us, the same as when he was on the other side.

"Well, I don't seem to have much time, so I'm going to make it quick. Let's make a deal."

I see, if we talk about it later, it's a troublesome atmosphere, so let's do it here.

With ease as if to go shopping for something forgotten, the Spirit talks, and then the giant snake lowers its height to the ground to hang its head, and Vals descends from his head.

However, without falling to the ground, his feet float about 30 centimeters from the ground like a floating spirit, and he approaches us and stops about two meters in front of him.

"Well, the contractor. What's your name again?

Though I thought I would go into the tone, atmosphere, or arrangement to sign a contract, I didn't seem to care about my expectations, and I listened to my name with the same attitude.

"Jiro Tanaka. I thought this was a little more rigorous.

Vals answers by asking questions about whether the contract can be made.

"It seems like it's around, but I don't care about style or beauty. All you have to do is name it and connect me with you. In that case, it would be easier not to strain your elbows. And my name is Valus, the Spirit in charge of time and space. I'll give it to you."

Is it a spirit?

Deposit your first name.

Even though it was supposed to be just that kind of act, the words in that part echoed like they hit my chest.

And there was a feeling that was definitely connected to the presence in front of me.

At the same time, the method of summoning spirits you should not know is also engraved.

Well then, if anything happens, I'll help you, so good luck, Gilo.

I was holding my chest as if I felt something connected to my chest, but Vals casually told me it was over.

At the same time, he weakens like a regular salesman and then returns to the head of the snake.

"I feel comfortable as soon as I sign the contract, well, don't worry. What am I supposed to call this? Is that Master Valls after all? Then we'll have the same honorific words."

"Hmm, that's normal, but I can somehow feel the distance, so you can just call it off. Of course, I don't need any respect. Incidentally, my acquaintance with the Spirit of Water calls me Va Chan, but how about that?

"... I can't. Then I'll follow you. Between you and me, Mr. Valls, is that reasonable?

"I don't think that's normal. Well, let's just say that's okay. I don't think we have much time."

I didn't have the age or personality to call you Vacchan, so I avoided calling you Vacchan and decided to call you Vals again.

And Mr. Valls is right. We don't have much time right now.

Thanks to the immortals breaking through the space, the flow of time here has become normal.

We have fought the immortals for not too long, but not too long, so the situation will change now and then.

It is a situation where swift action is required.

"Now, please don't ask me all of a sudden, but can you lend me a hand with that power as a contract celebration?

"Oh, suddenly you're a selfish contractor, well, let's just keep our eyes shut this time. Should I send it to the source of this immortal?

"Oh, get this case straight. I want to go on vacation."

"Fufu, I don't hate that idea. But is that okay? The place you're talking about is pretty dark."

"I'll take care of it, if you need me."

"I feel like I'm being pushed into a lot of trouble by signing a contract."

"I have a clear distinction between what I do and what others do. If you don't fight, I want you to give me more support. It's a request from a man with a narrow and fragile hand. You don't want to die on the first day of the contract, do you? It's the anniversary of our first contract. Please behave yourself."

"I can't help it, just this once. Now, if someone like you is the first contractor, should the next contractor choose a little more quiet?

"Then make the trial a little lighter, or else you'll be contracting all kinds of freaks like me?

"I'll think about it. I'll send it to you."

The contract with the spirits after turning the corner is over.

I am not physically tired, but mentally tired.

However, judging that there is still no problem, if you smile with a smile and a playful mind, you will be returned with a smile that will show the breadth of your nose if you have no choice against the pranks of the prankster kid.

In a conversation like a mix of chatter and jokes, Mr. Valls waves his hand behind his back into the gap created by the tearing of space.

And in front of the place where they were sent out.

That's hilarious.

Hell was ready.

It was a space with an atmosphere close to the Dungeon of the Immortal King, but I felt there was order in the Dungeon, but there was no such thing here.

It's just a space of death.

There are no living creatures, but instead a lineup of skeletons of different races, various kinds of zombies, and ghosts, or fairs of almost lifeless existence, follow their desires.

"Indiscriminate terrorism."

The natural rich space called the Forest of Spirits is devoid of traces, the trees are dead, the earth is dirty, and the spring is transformed into poison.

Too harsh an environment for living things to survive.

It's not going to stain it because it's such a space, but in the Spirit Forest, I don't hesitate to light a cigarette that I was reluctant to smoke, smoke as much as I can, and then spit out the white smoke.

The white smoke was swallowed up and quickly disappeared, but it was enough to gather the eyes of the immortals.

Rather than a sharp gaze of guillotine, the feeling that the gaze is entangled with a sticky gaze is disgusting, to be honest.

I thought of the killer who did this with a lot of surprise as to how and how such a space could be created, and whether or not to be bothered, but in the end, I quickly chased the killer to the corner of my head after saying that he was stupid.

"Well, it's overtime. It's overtime. It's overtime for service. Ah, is it an occupational disease to turn you into a pig just by asking you to work overtime?

I will pull out the mineral tree in an attempt to clean up as little as possible before the Superintendent's troops arrive.

Slightly, she smiles bitterly at her partner, who is pulsating to tell her that she dislikes cutting off this existence.

"Oh, I know how you feel, but I'll take care of it later, so don't just bend your navel, buddy. If I bend in a place like this, it's really my fault. I'm sorry I'm wearing them with my bare hands."

If you want to fight, you want to fight a better opponent, while saying that you don't know if your sense of avoidance to the fight has paralyzed or disappeared.

I feel reliant on my partner, who pulsates to communicate understanding and intentions.

I shouted with joy that the prey had come without regard to my mood, and a herd of immortals approached from all directions.

With that momentum, which should be called fury, he quickly filled his distance and attacked me.

"Ah, as always, it feels weird when you cut it. Can you get used to this fight?

Still, I shake the mineral tree in no hurry.

Physically, no, in this case it would be better to put it in terms of weight.

Originally, even if I cut off the first enemy on one side, my body would be swallowed up by the wave of immortals immediately before the next attack.

But now I'm not afraid of it.

Anyway.

"Well, what do we do next?

That's because it's usually about slashing.

Every second, at that pace, I was definitely defeated by the number of immortals.

But I can do a double-digit slash so I can flush it gently in an instant.

Besides, the slashing falls into an area that can cut something that can never be physically cut, a concept or a philosophy.

What is the result?

Needless to say, the results tell the story.

A storm named Slash struck the immortal.

I feel the wind winding up with such a sword shooting on my skin.

I'm sure it was only natural in a sense that instructor Kio mistakenly attacked me the first time in his induction training.

It is difficult to apply or reduce force.

Despite a gentle shake, he was able to strike one dagger at a time toward most of the immortals who came forward.

It takes a little time to make you realize that you have been cut, and when you do, your neck and torso will cry apart, your body will be vertical, your upper body and lower body will cry apart as much as the difference where you have been cut.

A blade that returns to death what is not alive.

I knew it.

Nothing can stop me from walking slowly into the immortal realm.

"Ah, the air is bad. Damn it, didn't you learn that whoever did this shouldn't do things that cause trouble to parents? Oh, I guess I didn't learn, otherwise I wouldn't do this. Or an idiot who thinks this is the right thing to do, or maybe the structure of his head itself is crazy."

I feel uncomfortable with this job and spill a complain to the person who caused this incident to distract me, but I have no choice but to do nothing with my mouth. I move my mouth and mine tree silently.

Walk forward, backward, left, right, and above the ground, literally cutting off enemies from all directions, and gradually walking toward a thickening mood.

Naturally, the more you advance, the more enemies you will have and the more types of enemies you will have.

Every time I grow up, my arms blink for a second without even leaving an image.

With that alone, the skeleton is triplicated by armor, the zombie is left with only the torso, and disappears without traces such as ghosts.

"Oh, wow. Worm."

A few times, the Zombie Worm will attack you if you don't open your big mouth from the ground and show me your irregular fangs.

Hmm!

Just a slight hold on your breath and force will cut the inside of the Zombie Worm's mouth, and the cut pieces of flesh will splash with the shock waves generated when you shake them out with your blood.

What about natural claymore? The worm's fangs are also contained in the flying debris, causing the fangs to strike zombies and skeletons, causing damage around them.

"Ah, Lesser Rich?

Magic is the same thing.

Magically detect incoming fireballs and slash them before the heat hits.

If ice, wind, stone, darkness and all are made of magic, let the mineral tree crawl and cut the magic.

The instructor's teaching was indeed polaristic, but it was also true.

At the time, I thought it was an argument like cutting the tsunami with a water cutter, but it certainly was.

In the distance, I saw Lesser Rich unleashing his magic, and he seemed puzzled that I had destroyed it with a slash.

"Is the next challenge physical?

As the opponent has more time to fight in their confusion, I see the next challenge in me.

Sword shooting has entered the outer realm, but contrary to that, there is no way to move the body.

Now we can run through a hundred meters in a few seconds, but that's not enough.

There is not physically impossible to shake the mineral tree, but there is still a feeling that the body has not been fully utilized.

If I could train my body more, I could step into the area ahead and I could feel it in this case.

From Lesser Rich's point of view, it would be like a nightmare for me to throw away my magic while thinking about the future and run away at a speed I can't escape.

"Well, sensually, it's about time, but don't start to affect your body as your destination gets deeper and deeper."

Start emitting purple smoke so that you can see the concentration of air.

As far as the dark magic is concerned, in proportion to that, the source of this Immortal should be in time.

"I'm relieved you were worried."

Something is passing through my sky, which I somehow knew was close to my destination.

A giant that has flown to block out the slightest moonlight that illuminates such a hellish place.

Gatekeeper or Guardian. Either way, it's been a long time since dragon zombies fought. And two. "

The dragon species is still a threat to its tough flesh, even though it is decayed.

The green scales, which corrupted the flesh and would have been fine in life, were dirty, and the wings were full of holes.

Such a giant would have a huge impact on landing, one would block my path and the other would cut off my exit.

The point Mr Valls sent us should not be so far from our destination.

One hour to start moving physically.

What if I beat you to the ground and finish the overtime work and you find alcohol?

Without worrying about seeing the end, I set out to exterminate the dragon zombies with natural force.

One word today.

I'm happy to improve my work, but I'm not happy that trouble is coming in.

Am I the only one who thinks so?