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

A few stories go back to the day on which the remedial work was carried out by Francois' proposal.

That night, Guitar had his head in his room.

"I should have seen it like this..."

With his hips on the bed, what he was spreading was the parchment he received from Camilla.

List of prizes for the Martial Arts Games taking place in Stols. Horizontal parchment paper lined with rare quirks, including monuments excavated from the ruins and unknown stone places dropped by unique monsters. His eyes dropped on it colored by the description and illustration, and Guido sighed deeply.

"After all, it's a start-up item for" Necromancer City Z - Do Zombies Dream of Raw Meat? "

The winning prize of the non-discriminatory competition. Guido speaks of a rare name by looking at a painting of an item named "Unbreakable Glass Bottle" with his finger.

"This mark...... I knew that was the thing"

A cylindrical glass bottle filled with green liquid depicts a crest like a combination of three three-day moons on a full moon.

In your great world, in a way, common signs. Popular symbols you see many times in games, comics, movies, etc. It was called a biohazard mark.

This mark, which means biological hazard, is inscribed in 'Substances prone to viruses', such as bacteria and viruses, used medical devices and, at the end of the day, biological weapons.

Biohazardous substances, once leaked, can cause significant damage, requiring careful attention to handling and disposal. Packaging is stacked and sealed in the packaging, and there are strict rules and standards for facilities and means of transport.

This mark means that whatever the object is, it is a dangerous substance. That's the 'glass bottle you can't break' staring at - no, the zombification virus was the same.

"In case it starts, it's gonna be hell. That's why one or two of the cities might disappear."

Once, in Another World Online, Guitar University, which had launched an event item of the same name, recalled the sight of the time.

Culture liquid diffused on the wind. NPCs invaded by the virus. A medieval city that begins to reek of rot in a degenerate bird and beast.

And after the prologue - it begins, the survival game.

Countless zombies, no, against the infected, players will fight for survival. Hide yourself from the monsters, eat medicinal herbs, heal wounds, and make a vaccine before the virus turns to your body. Spray it on the city where it emerged for the event and the player will be able to survive.

Conversely, if you can't do that, that's where it ends. On zombie claws, players who fall into their fangs become zombies themselves and spirits of the spread of infection. It regenerates the heart, even if it is smashed in the head, and becomes an immortal who loses his darkness forever...

Of course, it's a game setup, in fact it gets dead-penalties such as reduced possession and is put back before the start. There will be no zombification, and players will regain a healthy body.

In that sense, this event item is of no danger whatsoever.

But this world (Earth) is not a virtual reality to start over. It's a clean real world, and if it dies, that's where it ends. That is the miracle of resurrection and so on, unless it also works in the power of paranormal.

Because he understood it, Guitar was putting the winning prize of the martial arts tournament at risk.

If someone opens the seal, an unprecedented catastrophe will ensue. The real city where people live is under threat from the virus. Zombies give birth to zombies, whining turns to screaming. The unending tragedy opens the curtain until someone makes a vaccine.

It was unthinkable to you, such as making such a terrible biohazard substance a winning prize.

"Well, but maybe I can't help it. The Earthly guys can't use event items."

Guitar slightly eased his guard from the rule of thumb he had developed since coming to Earth.

Event items and event-only skills are not available. Impossible use does not work and does not even activate. Even if you can make it, master it, you can never use it.

Properties as if they were NPCs (non-player characters) of VRMMO. Your experience has shown that the people of Earth have such characteristics.

Love pills planted by Eru would be a good example. Even if I consumed the same thing, it did not appear effective in the Earthly Eru, and it appeared effective in the Earthlings' nobility. Pheromone drugs that temporarily doubled the likes of NPCs with items dedicated to PC (player characters) only worked for you.

In this sense, being an otherworldly person may be equipped with a PC nature, unlike NPC "earth" people. That's what you thought.

The Earthlings have NPC properties. So they can't break the seal on an event item. Now, don't they have the name 'unbreakable glass bottle' on that item? That would prove that no one could have used it.

Your Majesty had relieved herself of such judgment - there were few and some concerns.

That's the emergence of Irregular. An artificial Virgin, like Melissa, who let her use her event skills even if it didn't work - a human being of a PC nature, just like herself. What happens if those people have that dangerous event item in their hands?

Behind your brain, your best friend smiles. Once, a man who didn't hesitate to [Count Death 5] on a 14-year-old girl. A young man smiling the same and slashing me with pleasure.

He would - Lotus Kuramoto. Next, he might wield the virus with joy. In the city of Gran Feria. In the city where you live.

I can't let that happen. For the people of the city, for himself - and most importantly, for himself. I couldn't let you sin, I couldn't.

To do that, I needed to get that event item. We needed to get rid of the biohazard substance before it got into someone's hands. To do so, however, he had to win the Struz martial arts tournament.

Crates that can only be opened to those who will be at the top of their respective competitions, such as by rank and non-discrimination. rested on the throne of the Colosseum. The moment it opens, I must be on the spot. I have to get the event items faster than anyone else and erase them as soon as possible.

Just in case, don't let it touch someone else's hand. It must not give a gap to activate. The moment the chest opened, he also considered robbing using the power of scouts, but the winner is a fierce man at the top of the Eastern Continent. If your Kaufman-class opponent caught up with the faces of Guitar and Others (Free Life), it was well thought to be seized the other way around.

If we were to be complete, we would have legally approached the throne and had to win the prize.

That's why you asked the cohabitants to do an alibi, and all the way to Stols.

And I won the Battle Royale format qualifying round for the sieve, and I vividly decided to win the first round of the tournament as well -.

"How dare you fuck Mr. Gardy?"

"Look at the matchstick. He said he had a bad arm. Yeah? What dirty hands did you use?

(Herupumi......)

It sat rather on the needle, trying to drill a hole in the stomach wall as soon as possible.

"How did a man like you defeat Chaos Dragon?"

"I know. You have no hegemony. It doesn't convey the fluctuations of the strong."

The Stols men who work as mercenaries have strong vertical and horizontal connections. They stand united in confronting any difficulties. But that is not due to loyalty to the King or fellowship.

Because it's family. The people of Stols, even without a blood connection, are all family.

I admire the king as my father and my companions as my brothers. A small country without fertile territory, but therefore they have lived together and joined forces as a family.

That's why my people - no, my family won't shut up if they do it like biting dogs. Even if the opponent is a black knight, let him bite if he is to protect the honour of his family.

"Okay. Win until the next one. And fight me."

"I'm next. Don't think you can make it to the finals."

(Hiya......!

Musculoskeletal men surround Noble Days sitting flat on the bench in the athletes' hall.

Mercenaries tough enough that people could kill with their faces alone. Guido, who received their intimidation from all quarters, was cold sweating under his helmet and armor.

Noble Dai, who lives a laid-back life, not to mention his physical abilities, doesn't have much of an edge on the world he hung up on. If a young man spends his day in such an environment can put heavy pressure on muscle masters and so on, there is not a single moment.

The slaughter emitted by those who make battle their livelihood combines blade-like sharpness with rock-like weight. If I continue to take such things, they will come before the game begins. With that in mind, Guitar tried to get out of the slaughtered athlete's lobby.

Slip through the gap between the sleaze and the muscle enclosure, cross the stone room, and gently open the simple door...

"KHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

"Dear Black Knight, Whoa, whoa, whoa!!!!

"Sign it!! Shake my hand for me. Aaaaaaaaaa!!!

Closed.

Fill the corridors of the Colosseum without gaps, flattering young maidens. To see the struggle of the bloody Han, from Easwind, from Bartoloa and from all the countries of the Eastern Continent, they still had no eyes for the 'Strong Man'.

Rumors of dragon kills and moves in the first round. There is no way that a human being who comes all the way to Stols can leave the rumored Black Knight - and the fierce man who brought down Gardi - alone.

So they pushed me to the Black Knight - which greatly inspired the men in the athletes' hall.

"You look good, dude. Happy the woman told you?

"Look, what's up, go. The women are calling for you."

Men with a more rugged face surround the noble one who stands.

To Wu, who devoted their lives to the struggle, this is what they say with their expressions alone.

"Extremely weak," he said.

"You came to the arena to fish women, not fight? This piece of junk".

And he said, "I'm a little jealous of you, you bastard".

Stabbing disgust and jealousy. Together, the athlete's lobby is wrapped in one-touch air.

Someone who doesn't give a name, doesn't show a face, doesn't even give a voice, doesn't know what to do. I guess there was also a mixture of distrust and vigilance towards the knight in black armor. The killings of the men grew without knowing they would stop.

I didn't think this was a good idea, Noble Dae decided to escape again, but the yellow voice coming from his back stopped him on his feet.

Now, if you go out in the aisle, you'll be screwed. I may be confused and my helmet may be removed. That's all I had to avoid - and I didn't even want to be in the holding room any more.

(The tiger at the front gate, the wolf at the rear gate, is this what you mean)

When your university began to pound, pound and sweat for different reasons than the heat of midsummer...

"Oh, hey, hey, hey."

A harsh voice echoed the athlete's pantry.

"Ki, Mr. Killing"

In just one word, the rough guys grow up like the cats I've borrowed. At the end of their gaze stood Han, who seemed more stubborn than they were.

He is, Killing. The man, as if he were an orga who had scraped out of a rock, said his name was Killing Brave-Scarlet-Castilla.

Adventurer's Killing. "Killing Everyone". Graviton Fighter Killing. They are all words that refer to him, and they are all words that glorify him.

Hard, thick, arms and legs. Breastplate like thick iron plate. Steel abs that even play swords on spines raised like armor. The mighty man, praised as the Han in the old and still Han, sounds his footsteps and approaches the noble great.

Men who, according to their gait, keep away from your greatness. When I realized, at the entrance to the gallery, there was only Killing with Noble Daughter.

"Next, fight with me."

Plenty between them, Killing throws words at the Black Knight.

The face of Graviton Fighter, who was elderly, even seemed calm. There was no outpouring hostility, no killing, and from that voice there was room and majesty.

But no. Inside his body, a burning fighting soul is swirling. A beast trying to eat his opponent is roaring now or now.

There's nothing wrong with that. Isn't this the guy who wants to fight? That's what you thought.

"Whether you are Master Sama or not, you can tell by fighting me. If you take me down, no one will get you into trouble or anything. So..."

Big, gothy hands on your great shoulder, Killing said.

"Seriously fuck me"

With the pain in his shoulder that his fingers eat in, and the power of the quilling of his true face, Noble Daughter is a little bit of a chill.