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

The time was around seventeen o'clock when you arrived in Grand Feria's intermediate district, the Great Square to the west.

In about two hours, the night book will come down. The darker the city gets, the more disadvantageous it will be for humans with unfavourable nights. Even the Dark Vision Skill [Night Vision] sealed, Guitar University hurries and jumps into the prestigious Guildhall in the Great Square to the west.

"Puffy muscles"

"Momi... Momi..."

In recent years, adventurer operations, where the advancement of women was remarkable, nevertheless accounted for nearly 80% by men, and tough men hissed each other in the guild hall as if to prove it.

"Abs. Shikizuku"

"Shredding... Shredding..."

A large central staircase leading upstairs and four reception counters provided beside it. The door to the right on the ground floor leads to the training area, while the left leads to the large dining room, which also serves as a banquet hall. Of course, the size of the blowout hall at the front door is also commensurate, and those who dive the gate first look at the breadth and height.

There are muscles everywhere. The muscles named Adventurers were rubbing each other's muscles as if they were tattooed buns, creating an unusual heat of friction. Even the gushing sweat evaporated and the leaking exhalation was white as in the middle of winter.

Those vapours increase humidity and temperature and the guild hole turns into a sauna. Touching a meat bath that outweighs even the humidity and heat of midsummer, Guitar turns with the momentum that leaps in.

"orororororororororororororororo"

And I threw up. Couldn't hold up the soaking gastric juice, Guitar puked like a waterfall in the great square to the west.

"Yeah... what a smell"

Guitar thought it smelled like natto and waxy mixed and aged for a long time. Alliance receptionists simultaneously understood why the sweaty, muddy adventurers would be bathed first.

I don't usually care that much about the smell of people, noble, but apart from the stories when it comes to a thick stench so far. Guitar bent his back and coughed heavily into the sour smell as if staining his eyes and nose.

"Yeah... and the infection rate is rising"

The infection rate, which was' 22% 'when we last checked, has changed to' 23% '.

The Guildhall air, which I thought was poison fog, was just poison fog. Your Majesty clearly looked at your face and checked the path shown on the MAP over and over again.

But no matter how much you check, the path like the main road remains the same, 'Head to Guildhall!' The goal remains the same. That means we have to break through a hall full of muscle and poison fog.

"I wonder if I can handle it if I pinch my nose..."

The guide beacon on the MAP just pointing ruthlessly at the rooftops of buildings the size of ballparks and stadiums. While hesitating, the infected in the Great Square are also beginning to gather.

"Ah, damn it! Become!!

Guitar covered his mouth with his left arm, and again, he jumped into the guild hole. As soon as possible, the sour vapors follow.

Guitar was also about to reflux his stomach fluids from his stomach to the smell of boiling herring salt, made in the North Country, located northeast of Easwind.

(It stinks, it stinks, it stinks!!

Kicking the floor, stomping on the head of the meat wall, Guitar takes a wholehearted aim upstairs.

I don't think about anything else. Eliminate all the extra thoughts about what floor it is now, the visibility infection rate, and the possibility that something actually happened, and your University keeps moving your legs.

Because of this, I was able to reach the top floor in less than a minute - your own roots were exhausted, and I tried to throw myself out and fell on the slab floor.

"The air on the fifth floor is good I was fooling around that it smells subtle..."

Precious man taking a deep breath crying hard.

An incense that worked out wild herbs that helped to restore fatigue burned in the room, and that's leaking out into the hallway, Guildhall Fifth Floor, Accommodation.

When I was an adventurer, Guitar Dai, who had used it several times with his companions, made a great mockery of "try insect repellent" by pointing to herbs that didn't fit his nose. What it feels like is the scent of paradise that washes and cleanses the lungs is the power of muscle vapor, extrapolation.

"Thank you to someone for opening the window."

The poisonous fog, which was full of the first and second floors that were blowing out, also faded as it proceeded with the third and fourth floors, and by the time it reached the fifth floor, most had been scattered in the wind. The surviving adventurers were opening all the windows upstairs for ventilation.

The better ventilated accommodation also has the infected disappearing due to the fading smell of men. It is obvious from the tragic state of the hall that it was assembled in a more 'thick' direction.

It just doesn't mean the infected have disappeared altogether, but from the room lined up on either side of the long hallway, you can hear something creeping.

From day to day, because of the accommodations used by adventurers who affirm their preference for heroic colors, 'such things' are routine brown meals, but this time it seems that the hairs are different. In the unlikely event that he is dragged into it, Noble University will try to walk in the middle of the hallway as much as possible.

The place to aim is a staircase to the rooftop at the stake. For safety's sake or on the road to the upper floor, which is set up separately from the other stairs, Noble University continues without making any noise.

A sneaky gait that you wear naturally while using your silencing skills. The footsteps, which could not be heard unless the ears were deceived, could only reach your own ears as slight noises.

That's why I could quickly notice the footsteps sneaking from behind. Then something approaches me like I'm slipping, behind me. Being aware of the matter, Noble Dae looked back in momentum as he unleashed the knife.

"... hmm? What is it, Alty? I thought it was a similar stalking technique, but in person."

A few meters away from your greatness. At the center of the long stretching hallway stood a girl with impressive redhead and brown skin.

Black sportswear covering only the chest and brown shorts. If sandals with clasps are combined there, they become a classic summer outfit for a girl named Alti.

Cool outfits showing wax and putting out a navel are significantly more exposed. Still, I guess it's because of my tight body that I don't have any strange nasties there.

Within the feminine curve, the body enclosed with masculine muscles is also like a kind of work of art. Talk to Alti so that no one can have an affair in the art museum, and your greatness stays calm too.

"I stopped, does that mean you're not an infected person? Or are you saying it's not the kind of mutation that hits me?

Relax, stare at Alti standing in the hallway and bump some questions precious.

Alti did not respond to all of them, and as a result, you decided that she was an infected person.

"Have you also missed your escape or been hit by a lily adventurer... well, that's fine if you don't mind me. I'm gonna put you back together. Just wait here."

Turn your back on the adventurer girl and walk out again, Precious.

But the moment he was unconscious, the red-haired girl made a big move.

"Takahiro, Takahiro!

"Become, be!?

A huge leap to reduce the distance of a few meters and a bold hug to the turning nobility.

Your daddy, who is caught in the flying 'navel', forgives Alti for his strong hold.

"Here, here, let go!

"Takahiro! I am, I am ~!"

Even if he dies, let go of him and Alti, who turns his hands and feet around his noble head and back, is exerting incredible power over whether it is the effect of the virus, and he can't help but peel it off.

"Damn, damn...! Why does this guy smell so good!?

And then there's this scent. Sweet and sour smell that tickles your nostrils, like lemons on honey. Your grandeur felt the mucous membrane of her nose gently soothed by the poisonous mist on the seductive aroma fragrant from the stiffness and neck muscles of the hugging girl.

"Takahiro, I think you..."

Alty, with an uncut face, stared at you with a bright red face.

Moist eyes, slightly open lips. With a seductive 'onna' look on his face that leaves him young, Alti slowly approaches his face with great preciousness.

It's a male victory, and you just stand up and can't do anything about the transformation of a girl who was making fun of you for being a greedy kid. As it is, I become infected myself. While I knew it, he couldn't resist his instincts as a 'otoko'.

Is he also under the influence of a virus that melts reason, reputed to be a young and withered man? Noble Dai did not even show resistance, but accepted Alti's lips as they were -.

"Ratty!!

The moment the lips of the man and the girl overlapped, a big man broke through the wall and appeared.

The rubble is scattered and subjected to a whole swaying advance through the guild hall, and noble and alty are blown away by chance.

"Shh, shh, kidding!?

What showed up was a man called 'Killing Everyone' and feared. Boasting a giant body that can be likened to a ghost, Eastwind's guild leader overwhelmed you with strength at the previous martial arts tournament. And a great man who is drowning his only daughter, Alti, swells his armor-like muscles and approaches you greatly.

"I'll kill you, you rat bastard!!!!

"Hii, hi, no!?

Killing with no eyes on Alti rolling on the floor and his fists against your greatness.

Is he also a different variant from the normal infected person? There was a clear willingness to kill in Killing's eyes to make contact with your greatness with violence, not with sexual pranks.

"Hey, trouble! Trouble in a double sense!!

Whether you're just an infected person or a mutant, it doesn't make a difference to you. Whichever killings you are, if you get caught, your daiichi will be doomed.

Behind your brain comes the mammoth Kaiser you once saw. Lotus, his best friend and lineless (Brave Fencer), is the next elephant monster to carve trauma. Arre and Killing's thick arms were an equal threat to your greatness.

"No, no, no, no, no! Alty hahhhh!

"Father, weigh yourself down -!!

"He said it was your father-in-law. Ohhhhhhh!?

"Something sounds different. - Huh!?

Killing ramps up with holes in the fifth floor floor. Precious ambition upstairs, avoiding his haughty arms.

Eventually, Guitar rolled out onto a flat rooftop that also served as the departure site for the Fei Long, quickly glancing at the updated goal.

"'Head to the Whatever Store (Free Life)!' You say? It's not me!

No way, is your home turning into a nest of infected people, like a guild hall? Are both the punishment-made Yumiel and the chaotic dragon, Routou, fulfilling the infected? Precious trembling spines at the fighting power they would exert more than the fear that the close ones were invaded by the virus.

But he shouldn't have thought about it. Now, we should think about what's going on.

It was not until Killing, who had broken the floor on the roof and appeared, had made him lose his mind.

"Ohhhhhhh!

"Shit......!?

Precious Dai, whose head is grabbed and lifted by a giant man who has erased reason.

There is no reason why he could escape the hands of a killer like Globe, who couldn't even shake Alti's restraint. Even as your grandfather sticks out his knife, the Great Ghost increases his grip without pain.

"This is, yah, shit...!

Intense blunt pain turns into sharp pain, while your hands and feet become paralyzed.

There was also no force in the hand holding the knife, and the flashing grenade that was removed got away from his hand and rolled over the rooftop before removing the pin. Vision is also red, dyed black, and the sparkle of the stars starts to spark.

Ends here. It's over. Your Highness has fallen into a situation where you have to give up.

I guess I'll be smashed in the head like this and reborn as an infected person. And I guess I throw myself in a hall full of muscle and poison mist, guided by the aroma of an intense man. Buried in a hellish tattoo bun, I guess I'll loosen my cheeks happily.

"I just don't like that. Aaaaaaaaaa!!

From the gushing disgust and rejection of future visions, you seek to escape with your full strength.

But his resistance was vain, and Killing's hand never loosened.

(Now I can't believe it's the last...!

The end of the road, which falls into different worlds, loses the means to return, fights with best friends, and still overcomes numerous difficulties, is stained with men -.

Too much. At the end of the day, Guitar burst into tears.

"At the very least, may you be a pulling zombie..."

Dreaming of a future in which no one else would come into contact, Guitar gently lowered his eyelids.

- But he didn't end up here.

"Get Takahiro off me. Yikes!

"There is!?

To an unexpected shock, Killing loosened his arm's power all the way.

Only then will your sight come back and the colours will return to the world. So, what you saw was:

"Run, Ro, Taka Hiro ooh!!

"Alty!?

It was a sight that Alti, who was supposed to have become an infected person, was poking a knife at his father.

"There is. No, no, no, no, no!?

Killing, wearing her daughter's blade, raises the roar of mourning. Towards him, Alti pokes a deep, deep, knife in.

"Alti......!

In Alti's eyes, the noble grandfather, who sensed the light of reason, reaches out to her.

"Taka Hiro......!

Alti also reaches out to the hanging nobility.

They were eye-to-eye. I was trying to take this predicament off with me, forming a thread of invisible bond.

That's what your father-in-law didn't care about.

"Let it, but aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

"Uhhhhhhh!?

To 'physically' separate her precious daughter from the bad bug, Killing threw your greatness at her full strength.

Strengthened muscle strength by virus. Breaking limits due to anger. I never lost it when I became infected, love for my daughter and evil feelings for your greatness.

All of them gave extra momentum to the luxurious swing, a force to throw each person farther into the sky.

"That old man, is he a badass?!?

The screams emanating from your university also disappeared far and far away.

Whatever you want, Free Life resembles a castle fort that is difficult to attack.

There was a house in the intermediate district just ready to say this, chaos dragons with the power to destroy only one country.

A number of stretched crime traps in addition to protruding soundproofing, cold and seismic properties. If you try to break the window, the electric shock will be all the time, and if you pass the wire through the keyhole, it will blow up in the gust. If you try to break down the wall, you will be inhibited by the magic barrier, and if you try to set fire to it, you will be engulfed in ice and snow.

As a result of the unstinting use of hand-held materials and technology in the face of the former "Free Life", the entire house, without any change of philosophy, had been transformed into an unparalleled fortress even in the great Gran Feria.

Anything store (Free Life) that doesn't significantly match appearance and function. Yumiel, a maid living in this house who combines residence and shop, has full confidence in her husband.

This is a safe place because he says he can't force himself into it. Staring at the infected people sticking up in the office window, Yumiel was not a current threat, but rather conscious of what he was going to do.

The more we are allowed to do that, the safer this house is. People like zombies, no one can come in here. Just thinking so, Yumiel was fundamentally surprised by the sudden roar and vibration that arose.

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...! Ouch......! My whole body hurts......!

"Your husband!

Yumiel rushed up the stairs to the sound of destruction heard from above. Going up to the third floor, she was surprised that there was a big hole in the wall she believed to be absolutely unbreakable, and particularly fiercely surprised that her husband was falling down the hallway.

"Master, hold on, sir!

"Grr......! Ha, ha, ha."

You broke a bone, damaged your gut, your precious grandeur spitting blood out with a cough.

Yumiel pulled a vial of potion out of the front of the apron with a trembling hand to the appearance of a dying husband like he'd never seen before.

"Ah, uh... Yumiel, huh"

"Yes, yes, your husband!

Everyday Yumiel, who only whispers like a whisper, opens her mouth wide and shouts her eardrums with frightening tremors.

Something felt strange about it, and Noble Daisy laughed small as she was sprinkled with potion.

"Damn, the destination is on the roof, so I thought you were going to ride the Fei Long... straight to your next destination. Shortcuts are overdone."

You stand up relaxed, coughing up. Yumiel supports him and tries to take him to a nearby room.

With his hands in his hand, Noble Daisy glanced into Yumiel's eyes.

In the same position, a minute or two went by - and finally, Guitar exhaled relievedly, pulling out the strength of his body, and also searching for Yumiel.

"... your husband, sir?

"Wow, I'm a little tired. Let me stay here for a little while..."

My master leans on me, keeping everything in his own body. To its weight, Yumiel felt great joy and relief, and she gently, turned her arms around the back of your greatness.

I don't know what's going on. I don't even know why you jumped in scratched. I don't even know why the city is full of zombies.

But I'm sure my husband is fighting to solve this situation. I guess I'm fighting for someone, just like I've always been.

If that helps, I'll keep as much as I can. If it can be his healing, give yourself as much as you can. Yumiel continued to cuddle her precious grandeur, feeling the loveliness of her husband's dark hair on her face.

"I'm not impressed that the maid would leave her husband without me as her fiancée."

"Le, lutou!?

Precious gazing at the girl in the summer dress, away from Yumiel as she was bounced off.

His face is stained pale and his body is shaking fine. If you boast that much strength in human killings, how many monsters would you turn into if you were also a chaotic dragon? Your university begins to twist and backward to the hunch of enhancement by a horrible virus even if you just think about it.

The only thing that made me laugh at it was the route they suspected me of as an infected person.

"Ha, what are you afraid of? I'm a chaotic dragon, right? There is no way that a disease like that afflicting man will prevail on Chaos Dragon, who takes in all that is in the heavens and the earth, and becomes his own strength."

"Oh, really?

"Uhm. Look at this skin. How about one stain? Is this the zombie skin?

"No...... yeah. Yeah."

Chaos Dragon, as you know, was certainly a BOSS monster that prevented all state anomalies and didn't even pass a negative effect buff.

From bacteria to curses, it is the chaos dragon that rams around with a flat face no matter what contamination you expose it to. Your colleague concluded that even though it was for the event, it could not have been invaded by the virus.

"Did you help Yumiel, too?

"No, I'm all over it to quell the crazy old dragon. I just got back here. Your maid is safe because of the magic barrier you put in place."

"... you're right. No green fog came into this house. I didn't have to be a zombie."

"Right. Well, I'm glad to hear it. You guys are safe."

I stroke the heads of the two girls, exhaling noble.

I can't tell you that if you guys were infected, they wouldn't look like enemies, even if your mouth was torn, you put an ambiguous grin on your face.

"Well, it's time for me to go. Looks like we're gonna have to go to the Royal Library next."

The next goal in sight, 'Head to the Royal Library basement!' Looking forward, Your Highness bids the girls farewell.

"Then I'll go, too. Zombies and all that armor."

"... Me too, I'll follow. Please take me."

As a matter of course, Yumiel and Routou offer to accompany him.

But you shook your head to the side and declined their offer.

"Probably, player... hey, I'm the only one who can solve a case. It will be a force of war, but for that matter, I think the movement will be dull. We're gonna get this over with as soon as possible, so you guys just wait here for a second."

Girls leaning back, reluctantly, to words like pushing hard.

Guru laughs as he puts his hands on their heads and turns them.

"If you can't stay still, keep Luttoo down with the zombies that seem powerful. I'll have it swept around the advanced district I'm headed to... and the old dragon will be back soon, so it'll help if you keep me out of the way"

"Um, I understand. Let's get moxibustion on those Hans who have fallen for their male hobbies."

"Yumiel will keep this house safe. Break it yourself, but it's going to be hard to sleep if it breaks down any more."

"... Yes, sir."

The girls who have received your great wishes, slap them in the chest, bow their heads and show their willingness to accept.

Relieved by that, Guitar sneaks up and tries to get out of an empty big hole in the wall, saying, "I don't know who's going to be the enemy, and it's easier to play single than co-op..."

"Yes, take this"

"Hmm?"

Lootoo threw a vial of potion and gave it to you as you tried to jump out of your home.

But the contents were not drugs, but bright red liquids, which were a substitute for just looking and knowing that it was blood.

"What is this?

To the inquisitive greatness, Rootoo answers with a laugh like a flower.

"It's my blood. It'll help heal all the illnesses, so take it instead of amulet."

"Oh, that helps!

With the disconnect that it must be an item that lowers the infection rate, Nobita lost a vial to her nostalgia.

It's Chaos Dragon's blood that beats the zombification virus as well. It's impeccable as insurance and could be used as a trump card for the infected.

To the hope finally in his hands, Guido shows a grin of relief.

"If there's such a handy thing, I wish I could let the old dragon drink it"

"Don't be stupid. I'd be anaemic if I let you drink enough to work on me."

"Arre?"

From the big hole in the wall, a router pointing over the granferria. Looking ahead - your university, with a smile, hardened.

"Boys Byyyyyyyyyyy!!!!

Over the black-cloud swirling Granferia, it was there.

Overwhelming giant. Textured scales as if they were ruins in the desert. Long stretched tail with wide spread wings to the left and right. Hundreds of the hundreds who witnessed, ancient dragons enough to affirm, "That's a dragon," were swirling over the city as they rang with strange voices.

"Old Dragon, you're not in serious mode!?

Usually, the old dragon is a favorite looking like a Chinese immortal. But its essence is the once named Red Dragon by force.

From viral influences or old dragons that continue to fly as the momentum of previous years. Not a single time he was attacked by such a thing, Guitar laid his hand on the shoulder of the lutoo with his trembling hand.

"Please, hold on to that one"

"Uhm, I've been entrusted!

As it were, your grandeur would follow your home as if you were escaping.

"... your husband, good luck"

Yumiel was blaring a flint at his back about where the knowledge had been purchased.