Free Life ~Record of the Struggle of a Different World General Merchant~

The artificial labyrinth has a number of drawbacks.

No matter how good a Dungeon Core you prepare, you can only produce Level 140 demons. That where you defeated that demon, the level only goes up to 150. That you cannot acquire skills that can only be remembered in the labyrinth, in an artificial labyrinth.

Even safety devices that instantly recover and return people who have suffered fatal injuries have been criticized in part because 'more people underestimate their lives'.

For further heights and to know the tension of the battle, it is still best to fight in action. This opinion was deeply rooted, even in Easwind, a great power with a number of artificial labyrinths of good quality.

Once, as an adventurer, you fought demons, thinking the same way. The battle of dying but not dying is like a game, he said. In it, there is no fear of death if there is no readiness or need for it.

Exactly, isn't that the VRMMO I was playing with? Something is decidedly different from the actual battle, even if you can remember to fight your own outfits and demons. Your Majesty praised the battle in the artificial labyrinth as such.

Once, even when he had slaughtered thousands or tens of thousands of demons in Another World Online, when he had just come to Earth, he was so cold sweaty that he just saw the demons. After all, if there is not a danger to life, then there is a great separation.

No matter how much safety first training you do, there's no big growth there. People are reworked in action and used for the first time.

That's what you thought.

"Hey, François. Who is he?

"No, when I was born. She's a Volca teacher, you know?

"Yeah...?"

Slightly stretched back. Tight body. An eye with a fierce face and wild light. Previously, my forehead was cut short to make sure I didn't get in the way of exercise.

About six months ago, fingers that looked like white fish to a man's cuff also saw marks of eyelids and swordfish, reinforced with taping.

If it's just the look, it's like a young knight fighting on the front lines. Not so long ago, Folka in internship was like that.

"I've never seen that, but isn't that one of those princes up there or something? Look, seriously, it's famous for being a second prince."

"No, Doctor. He's definitely Volca."

It is incredibly hard to believe what I have seen, and I have checked with François many times. It was also an impossible story, and the last Folka he saw, the more he took up the divine sword, the poorer prince he was.

Six months after that, what happened to him? I was just beginning to think about how rude it is to say, "Did you even dope it?"

"You're the last. This is why civilians have trouble rooting in time."

"Oh, it's definitely Volca."

Word togetherness protruded by gluttony. Still, it was precious to feel more secure than pain and discomfort.

"Let's get started. Though summer vacation, time cannot be wasted."

"Oh, good morning, Dorothea"

"... Yes, good morning"

The exotic princess has also come to look good in her Granferia internship clothes. Dorothea, with her brilliant silver hair flowing down her back, greets Noble slightly and uncomfortably.

I guess there's still something I think about the current situation where the other person, who can also be called a resentful enemy, is a teacher. I don't know. Noble Daisy didn't understand why she hated me.

'Looks like you got it all. Good morning, gentlemen.'

"Good morning!

Noble and François. And where all five Camilla, Dorothea and Forca were, from the entrance to the school labyrinth, a translucent gentleman emerged through the door.

He is the first director of the Royal Grand Feria School and the handsome Dungeon Creator. Educationally enthusiastic, he has been integrating with the school labyrinth for hundreds of years to watch for backward growth.

So sometimes this is how they look in person to students who are keen to supplement their summer vacation. The obese gentleman, tempered by a swallow tail suit and butterfly tie, stood still in the air perfectly, smiling softly at the students' energetic greetings, responding with one hand up.

'Yeah, yeah, the young elite is something you can look at whenever you want. I can feel my heart slipping away from the fresh pneumonia that rises from my body. I was also a rare magician when I was younger......'

Satisfied, yeah. Nodding and opening his mouth, the first school director. All I'm saying is that it's the school director's condition that's a long story, and his greetings go on everywhere - it seemed to me.

"So, what kind of labyrinth are we gonna make today?"

'Whoa, you're off the hook. It's my bad habit.'

In anticipation of the gaps in the topic, the perfect timing, your daddy pinched his mouth.

The first school director laughs like a light, puts a clench in his mouth and coughs.

'Well, you were talking about the labyrinth. I'd like to put the battle against demons on the spindle.'

"No, wouldn't you rather have a pile of traps than that?

'Traps are traps because they get caught when you forget. If you trap them everywhere, they won't train you to keep you alert.'

"So what's the percentage of Demon 8, Trap 2? If you mix the enemies of the abnormal system there, you can balance them."

'That's good! Make sure you do.'

Two people stick each other in the face and laugh like children and continue to consult.

Seeing their seemingly evil smile, François held his fist from his challenging heart, Dorothea and Volca exposed their enemies and disgust, and Camilla was grated.

"Oh, but didn't you say you had an array or something before you went on summer vacation? As far as I'm concerned, I think you should."

"At the end of my vacation, I'm going to show off a lot. Whatever, it's a piece of confidence you and I made."

"But closed beta...... oh, no, I think you should do the commissioning. You wouldn't be funny if they put an ass on you after you released your confidence piece."

"Hmm, it makes sense. Shall we then? '

The first director of the school garden laughs and looks back at the students as they Guitar Dae standing behind him also has a very good smile somehow.

The first director of the school garden smiled softly. He begins the conversation with his hands wide open, with the entrance to the school labyrinth on his back.

"From now on, I'm going to ask you guys to try a completely new labyrinth. In form, it resembles a level limiting dungeon or a random dungeon, but is far more sophisticated than that. Anyway, Takahiro, who traveled the country as an adventurer, was supervised by you. I'm proud to say that you have an unexpected labyrinth."

A round gentleman who continues to explain as he gestures and gestures. Students are motivated by his confident narratives.

You don't seem to be the people of a mighty nation to back off when they say you can't do it. That was something I could also say to Dorothea, an international student from the great Bartoloa.

"Well, you want to say that we can break through, right? Sure, I make it so I can get to the bottom of the labyrinth by sundown... but fulfill it, will it work so well?

To students who show willingness, and still smile willingly, the first school director says this.

"Whatever. Instead, there is no reason why we, the elite, can't break the labyrinth for students."

"François is right. I'd be fine without a hand now."

Students try to respond to the provocation of the first school director without fright.

Satisfied with that, the fat gentleman nodded loudly - activating the trap of the pit.

"Huh!? Hey, what is it!?

"Ahhhhhhhh!?

A massive trap that will submerge the entire floor between the entrances to the school labyrinth. Those involved cannot even resist and disappear into the darkness beneath them.

"Damn, that's the punishment that got me into summer school. Let it rise."

The only one, Noble Dae, was sticking a knife up against the wall and hanging plenty of room.

He expected a hole in the floor at the unveiling of the new labyrinth from the actions of the first director of the school. That's why he was subtly moving to the wall, refraining from trap activation and putting his hands on the knife pattern.

Guido Sayama, twenty-one years old. He's growing, too.

'Oh, you have a weapon caught on. I shouldn't do this. Let me take it off for you.'

"Heh? Hey, stay!? That's, ahhhhh...!

Immediately afterwards, the magical brick on the walls that pops off. By the time I pulled the knife out of it and pierced the wall again - he also disappeared into the darkness of the labyrinth.

As if to confirm the fall of your greatness, the open floor slowly begins to close, eventually returning to its original shape.

After confirming that, the first school director grinned.

"Kukuku... the next labyrinth won't be easy to break."

Actually, the first school director who hates losing. Hundreds of years later, he was a growing uncle.

At first glance, it looked like a labyrinth with no weirdness whatsoever.

Light stones embedded in ceilings at equal intervals on walls made of demon-guided bricks. Demons emerge from the corners, from the doors, from the end of the aisle. A wide variety of traps set and stairs leading to the upper and lower floors.

If that's all, I could tell it was the labyrinth as usual.

But no. It is fundamentally different from previous labyrinths.

Swords, shields, medicinal herbs and food that fell on the floor. Occasionally, the demons show strange and regular movements in the strong winds that just blow if they don't allow hesitation.

- And the level that went down to '1'.

This is not the earliest, familiar school labyrinth. Two dungeon cores combined with exotic knowledge.

Precious face floating behind his brain. It was ugly and distorted as if to bruise the students.

I'm sure we're glad to see ourselves panicking and slapping our hands. He thought that way and rattled his teeth, which had eaten up.

The weapons and protective equipment we had available were gone at some point, not even the recovery pills. I guess a man who thought about this labyrinth thought that his upper-class younger brother couldn't do anything if he lost his tools.

Especially since Prince Divine Sword and himself, he thought that Werzess would be in a state of panic if he stayed away from hand. He - Folka held his fist out of remorse.

"I see, it's a civilian inferior idea. But I'm not who I was."

A testament chosen by God. symbol of absolute protection. Forca's heart wasn't shaking when she said the Blessed Silver Sword disappeared. On the contrary, he took a big step inside the room where demons could wait, with his bare fists on foot.

Keep your chest up and be grand. Without hiding or being surprised, Volca pushes straight forward, as if to show it to everything in general.

A lowlife demon who does not dwell on emotions goes towards a walk that even feels majestic somewhere without fright. The slime, the goblin, the G-bat, hits the Volca one after the other.

But...

"Ha!

One shot between the brows of a goblin.

"Hey, hey!

Two shots in the slime software.

"Eat it!!

Two shots in the chest of a G-bat.

Folka, who took a counter-attack but slapped him in the streak, punches his fist up as he bleeds. Like a statue imitating a hero of the Patriot. Like a long sword floating on a flag. He raises his silent victory as he absorbs the smoke of swirling magic vegetables throughout his body.

[Level increased to 2]

The gospel that resonates behind Volca's brain. While thanking some inorganic God for his word, Volca looks up at the fists he has put up in heaven - the noble majesty that would be ahead of him.

"I still have a divine sword, not to rely on it when I'm in distress. To not use it - to provide self-control, most importantly, to keep my vows, to keep my skin intact."

As a royal, he goes through incredibly rough fists, he thinks of good enemies and loved ones.

"Takahiro Sayama. I'll let you cross. And I dedicate my victory to my sister Emilietta and my master Silfi"

Folka, with her eyes closed, slowly lowers her fist. And I took a big breath - I opened my eyes and screamed.

"Watch, civilians! My power as a person!

Folka then headed toward the abyss of the unknown labyrinth without cowardice.

On the other hand, in those days, you said...

"The Low Glike game can't be better if you know the point. Recover footsteps on the spot if injured. Before entering the room, empty it and check the trap. Use unidentified tools for now. Scroll that can even reverse a single shot, especially."

Precious university spreading parchment paper wrapped and tied with hemp strings. Immediately afterwards, demons emerge as if to fill the room.

[It's the Monster House!

"... securing the escape route was also important"

Thus your daddy was slammed and sent back to the point where he fell.