Entering a Company From Another World!?

"Hah, hah, goddamn it."

The battle against the Dragon King sounds painful, but given the excessive damage difference, it would be more accurate to say that I lost.

I might have been able to hold off some of my movements with some of the damage I took, both responsively and with the magic I unleashed at the end, but the price won't be easy for me.

Ichi

Looking at the jinjin and painful right arm, I spilled my tongue.

I fell into the valley and managed to evacuate due to the magical recoil at that time, but the magical price hurts.

It also means that the current situation is severe, but it also means that it hurts physically.

Looking at the tragic state of the price, wrinkles appeared between my eyebrows.

Had it not been for the Magic Body, the healing would have been desperate.

The magic recoil hurts, but my right arm doesn't move.

Except for the thumb, the finger is blue and bent in a strange direction, and the elbow joint also feels strange.

How hot are you when it comes to your shoulders?

It is caused by the magic used at the end of the previous battle.

"What magic did Evia teach you?"

At that time, I thought this was the only magic I used, but I experienced it with the meaning of being careful when using it.

The magic I used earlier is called pure magic.

Pure magic is a substitute called unattributed magic, because there are no attributes.

A magic method that focuses on striking with pure magic, but nevertheless strikes close to physical damage.

Difficult to use and intense magic consumption.

However, it is magic that can reliably deal damage.

The magic I used this time was the peaky magic.

I don't use it very much, and even Evia and the instructor would use it as a substitute for saying it's too deep.

Pile Riglet

Pile of regret is what I used to say.

In addition to physically blowing up the Dragon King earlier and raising his voice of anguish, there is an origami that instructor Fusio and Evia will guarantee.

In exchange for that power, the reaction to the surgeon was too quick to even laugh.

It is with respect that the smile has become ironic.

It is true that it was necessary, but I regret using it with admiration.

It is a simple magic composition in which a pile is constructed to cast magic in the center, a magic ring is constructed around it, and the magic is exploded to eject the pile.

And again and again, this magic has drawbacks.

First of all, the range is short.

Firepower is pursued at the point where the pile protrudes, so the farther away the range, the less powerful it is.

There is no point in producing maximum thermal power unless it is at a close distance.

Secondly, magic consumption is intense.

It is magic that uses the magic amount of the Power Equal in the ground.

There is no upper limit to its power, and in some cases it has root magic.

Last but not least, this is the problem.

The safety of the user is not considered at all.

The recoil of the explosion when it exploded the accumulated magic came to the fired arm.

Plus, if you increase the number of rings, your power will also jump.

In other words, the recoil also jumps.

If there was one ring, it wouldn't have been this bad.

To the extent that the finesse hurts my wrist.

But I knew I couldn't do damage to that dragon on my own.

That's why I prepared and released the maximum quantity available at that time.

Nine of them.

The magic result of putting in as much magic as possible in a short time adds fatigue due to lack of magic to the injury to the right arm.

Well, I wonder what's going on in this situation.

Now I'm holding onto a cliff in the valley with my left hand.

If I'd fallen and been slammed on the ground like that, I'd have been rebuilt in the infirmary by now without a joke.

The current situation is bad enough to worry about whether it was better or not.

It was good to hang onto the rocks of the cliff using magic by hitting my painful and weak body, but the momentum was too strong and my left hand hurt slightly.

Thanks to this, my succession has almost been lost.

Fortunately in misfortune, the dragons who did not want to get caught up in the battle against the Dragon King fled the surroundings.

So now there are no enemies around except for the whole thing and it's peaceful.

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"How long will that last?"

The only remaining enemy is too much trouble.

Above my head is the roar of the angry dragon.

By the time I woke up in pain, I'd be gone.

I don't have to wonder where the wrath of the dragon that I think was hit unilaterally is going to go.

You must be looking for me with your bloody eyes as you roar in anger.

That dragon can't hide in a place like this forever.

We must leave this place early.

That said, I don't know if I'm going to find a mineral tree.

It is difficult due to personal circumstances.

The Dragon King dumped me in the valley, and my partner is missing.

So if there's anything I can do personally, I'd like to collect it and get out of here immediately.

But I also understand that it is a sad reality that it is not convenient.

"For now, go where you can hide and recover first."

This is hostile territory, and I don't think we can do it that easily.

Well, fortunately, it's not the worst yet.

My body is still moving.

There are no enemies around.

And the biggest threat is losing me.

Tell your painful body that you're stepping on it one more time, shake your body, recoil, and jump to find a place to hide.

Minimal magic and fast orbit.

Take advantage of the slight scaffolding in the valley to fly while hiding your right arm.

Thanks to the series of great magic and the bracelet of the Dragon King, the surrounding magic elements have become very intense.

Some magical movements won't detect it.

It is assumed that there is a desire in the middle, but it is not inevitable.

In fact, it's getting farther and farther away from the dragon roar.

And then...

"Don't hold it here for a while."

It is too shallow to say that the cave is a few kilometers away from the place, but we will find enough holes to hide and dive there.

Lower your hips and finally take a breath.

"Ha, I didn't feel alive."

He leaves his back in the rocks and tries to pull out a little of the battle fatigue, but the damage is too great.

It's only a matter of time before you lose consciousness.

That's right, it's not good, so I'll get to the treatment as soon as possible.

"The potion... is almost wiped out"

I extended my left hand to the waist holder and tried to open it, but most of it was broken in the fight earlier.

It's the same as when I did it when I was a beginner, and I can feel it with a bitter smile.

Still, the potion was barely safe, causing pain and chewing the magical gratitude of southern support and victory healing.

The wound glows blue and green, which is characteristic of potion, and the body aches gradually, but the right arm does not heal quickly.

The pain has only subsided and has recovered slightly, which is far from complete.

Just using all the potions will restore you to the point where you can move lightly.

Wrap the bandage around your right hand with your mouth and moving left hand and apply first aid.

Roll it tightly so that it can be moved somehow.

"Seriously, I'm glad I got a magic potion safe."

Keep staring at the last tube that was safe.

Reflecting on whether healing magic should have been remembered, she finally swallowed the blue potion.

Now I have treated as much as I can.

Can move to some extent except right arm.

Your core right arm's elbow does not bend completely and you have little grip.

Would it be good if your shoulders moved without any problems?

"Well, if we can get some healing, we'll just have to run."

At this rate, we can escape to the exit.

It's just...

I don't know what it is.

If we leave the mineral tree behind.

Somehow I was attracted to the first one and bought it, and I've been using it before.

I don't think I have a choice to leave here.

I know there are hundreds of dangers, and if you think calmly, you're right to come back and look for them when they're in perfect condition.

"I'm surprised how you feel about this kind of time."

But on the other hand, if I retreated here, I thought I would never find the mine again.

Be honest with your feelings, wake up your recovered body, and look at your surroundings from the cave.

Look right, look left, look up, look down, make sure there's nothing around, and I started going back the way I came.

The direction in which the ore tree was thrown is largely known.

Including the upper and lower ranges makes it a feather to look for incredible ranges.

Still, I run out of the dragon valley.

My magic is stored in the ore tree.

Then we can find it if we can find the magic.

With such little hope in my chest, I jump through the valley with my strength.

Side out

It's the bottom of a valley where no sunlight reaches.

The farther up the sky, the farther away the sky is.

And it was said that the land was not the end, but the end.

Territorial rivalries between dragons were usually large, but individuals who could not conform to everyday life occasionally arose.

Such a presence, as imagined, would disrupt order.

The individual has power and causes a variety of problems.

But that's just one.

Not a herd, pieces.

The glory is an unsustainable instantaneous shine.

The afterglow of light is gathered in this land.

The land of the valley may be used to clarify the discrimination between losers and winners.

Even though it is a body made of magic, the remnants of that body are born.

The amount is enormous when it comes to bones, teeth, nails, scales, and the rest of Blood.

If the mighty survive, the losers rot.

More than any dungeon, this is a world of weak predators, where decaying things gather, the tomb of dragons.

The dungeon testers may be delighted to find themselves in a treasure pile.

A new one has been added.

There is another sound that falls into a space where there is nothing to sharpen your ears.

And it stood on the skull of a dragon bone that had been left by chance with Stone.

No one sees the sight as if it were the sword of a brave man who has been confronted with a dragon.

This is a cemetery, a place where rotten things sleep quietly.

There's someone here who gave up sleeping.

The sword was supposed to join us here.

The glow and pulsation of magic glow slowly resonate in a dark, quiet space.

It was only a slight weakness that could not reach the will to call it. It was regrettable.

I didn't receive my own blade.

I just wanted to regret the fact.

The blade that cut many enemies with the player didn't work.

Instead of scolding that the person in charge may be immature, she laments that her blade is immature.

The moaning spreads around.

Do you regret it?

Docun and the sword answer the Lord of his voice.

I regret it.

"What a weak will, but I don't think the day will come when I will get a firm answer."

The sword does not ask who the voice is.

No, I can't ask.

"I thought I'd just lose that day, sleep for a few years, and rot, but I don't know, this is the edge of something, and it's not bad enough to feed this weak will...."

The sword has no intelligence but will.

It's just that we can only hit the instincts.

Until he was foolish, the Lord of the Voice squeezed his last strength gently into the sword that hit him with a straight will, as if this were the meaning of his dirty survival, and as if he were finally relieved that he could sleep.

It is the last magic that dwells in a rotten body.

Remnants of life.

A heretic dragon that differs from its surroundings because it was a mutant species (Blood), even though it was only created by a dungeon.

A dragon whose pride of being more powerful than anyone else has been broken.

A presence has emerged that will take over the power.

It would not be bad if this little remorse inherited the remorse that was left in me.

"Take it, my body was only decaying anymore, but I'll give it to you if you want the giants to process it."

There is the last light in the eyes of the sword's stabbed skull.

The sword responds to the light.

Pulsate once with the dokun.

That will be the intention.

"I didn't think the day would come when I would be grateful for this presence."

And the light shut his eyelids, and struck an end to the long days that had been left unto him, so that he could leave himself to the growing roots.