Fukushuu Kansuisha no Jinsei Nishuume Isekaitan

There is no great past in "The Red Hero" Shivarogh-Graphie Length.

Arclair is a world where the unhappy are reincarnated, this is a fact. But if the misfortune is greater, anyone can see that the correction is even a little strange, not bullshit at all.

In the first place, this expression, in itself, prioritizes clarity over accuracy, except for the explanation to the reincarnated just visiting, which is just shallow knowledge as the locals come out when they talk about the reincarnated.

More quickly than anyone else, the reincarnators themselves realize it. I've seen him less fortunate from my point of view, but I go through many times that I'm stronger on corrections. And vice versa.

Unhappiness, is subjective. It can also be that unhappiness for you is routine, or happiness, for others. Unlike the price of things, there is no common value attached to 10,000 people.

Still, people are anxious to understand that they don't care, which is why the aforementioned expression was born.

If the misfortune grows, so does the correction.

So what about the truth? If you step in a little, you get to this kind of information.

Correction is due to the scarcity and desire of past students.

In the form of filling what is missing, in the form of giving what is sought, the correction is multiplied.

It is there that divides the strength and weakness of correction if this image is in you or if you let Rogue tell you.

Suppose, for example, there were reincarnates killed in the past. Suppose he was beaten to death by a raider with a tougher flesh than himself.

The ordinary man curses his misfortunes and his culprits, and ends there. So I can't get a big correction where I was reincarnated.

But those who become powerful reincarnators are not. How could I avoid the situation? How could I not die, as it was inevitable? Persuasion through dialogue, finding gaps and evacuating, using what is on the spot to repel, requesting rescue, or killing raiders. There are as many ways to survive. I wonder what I was missing. I could have done something with this.

Those who are conceived that way, become stronger. I'm sure you can use that power when you get stronger.

It's easy to tell when you look at glare or chrono. "Swallow". Glare, in the form of a brigade, and Chrono, in the form of a coalition, placed a fragmented hero under his command. I don't just take it away or make you threaten to obey it, I swallow it together.

Gain the ability to represent your nature.

A correction that changes not with or without talent, but with what kind of person.

Rogue did crave the "progression" that "red" presided over. I had a good understanding of how the absence of time divided my life from an early age.

Even the same amount of effort makes a difference in outcomes. Then how can I beat someone who delivers more than I do with the same effort as I do? Work harder while they're off? What if the other guy works just as hard? It will depend on what divides wins and losses, but there are limits to ingenuity. I need time to be creative.

In the first place, it is the rich who can afford time.

Time in this case refers to time that can be devoted purely to one's own drilling. There is no time for the poor to hone themselves. While the Son of the Rich is wise and successful with the wealth of his parents, the Son of the Poor empties his head and encourages labor. Even if you have something you want, while one is given to parents, the other buys it with money you earn for yourself.

Poverty squanders the resource of 'time', which is most useful and cannot be bought with gold later.

Rogue neither resented the rich for it, nor lamented the poverty.

The world is more unequal than it was. Faced directly from the front, a disadvantaged person from the starting point cannot be a winner unless there is much left to do.

So Rogue in the past raw used his head, deceived people, organized a group if necessary, and moved as far as possible into the winner. And when he took away from the rich, his wealth increased at once.

It's a shortening of "the time it takes for me to work and earn it". Sometimes I got the forehead overnight that I wouldn't reach if I worked my whole life.

I hired the strong because I was not blessed with my physique either. He's tall, shoulder-width, and muscle-consolidated.

Shortening of "The Time You Should Need to Build Yourself and Become Musculoskeletal".

How did others use the resource of time? The key is how to use it.

Rogue was captured one day as the mastermind of criminal activity, starting with multiple robberies. One of them betrayed him in exchange for a commutation.

Even then, Rogue didn't hold any grudges. Next time we need to make sure we never use another place that someone else knows about. And if necessary, we'll finish off whoever got involved with every job we get done. No, the key is standing around making you think you can't just betray me. I don't get to work after all of them every time. That's what I thought.

But it didn't. Rogue was killed in prison. A nobleman who one day raided and killed them all. Apparently the wife happened to be the lord's daughter or niece.

The Lords could not wait for "the time it would have taken for the vengeance of the beloved to be hanged in a fair judgment and to be punished as it should have been". So I exercised my powers and drastically shortened them.

Rogue doesn't consider himself unhappy. It was just unlucky. Even an affair. Happiness versus unhappiness would have been on the side of unhappiness had either been questioned.

"Funny Kid"

I heard the voice of God. If I die accidentally, I can hang a voice of pity, saying that if I kill myself, I have no body. There are several patterns of words that can be hung by the murdered. but of Rogue. That doesn't seem to be common.

Was it by chance, an illusion, or a different voice of God?

Anyway, Rogue was reincarnated and got 'red'. I got the magic of 'progression' going through time.

Even when I was injured, I was able to reduce the amount of time it would take for me to heal. Coupled with my attack magic, I was able to shorten "the time it would take to reach the enemy" and speed up "the time it would remain in its magical form" if I hit the enemy's attack magic.

I'm not interested in good or evil. The only thing that is common to all mankind is that we continue to be exposed to the irrationality of life.

Rogue is just trying to live a better life.

There is not so much empathy for understanding others, only obsession with self moves the Rogue.

Heroes are madmen without one exception. There is only a difference between doing the right thing for others until you come to the other world and the madness that encourages you to do it, or the madness that lives only for what you want.

Rogue is the latter. I also understand the sense of fellowship in brigades, but that's all. Poor strong men with mental defects in the first place. There is a reason for each person to imitate and follow the common man.

Some people, starting with "The Dark Hero" Glare, really care about their people. But it varies from those who simply crave a back shield, to those who attempt to acquire humanity through brigades, to those who are enrolled simply because they were picked up by Glare. Yes, it's falling apart. Even though we are apart, we are together, and if we are in trouble, we reach out without even asking why, and we are together beyond the damage.

For Rogue, who values' time ', the brigade's presence was only inexplicable. It's ridiculous to spend time for someone for free.

But Rogue, too, was an idiot as long as he was in the brigade.

"Are you even watching it at the horse lantern?"

Though it was shorter than a moment, my consciousness was flying.

"- Huh. Shut up, you whore!

It's burning red. The body of herself and the woman who snaps on her back.

It is burning red.

"Isn't that rhetoric rude to a pure maiden? I'm not dying at all anymore, and it sucks to be a persistent, poorly spoken man."

A woman with dark red hair equipped with magic jewelry all over her body.

It is not a great vessel to the extent that it can be felt. Speaking of Daltra, the aristocratic level, and the lower wizard from the bottom to the inside if you're a reincarnator. But the treasure, the magic, the courage not to curse, and the unintentional blow of the first hand were tormenting the Rogue.

"Then scatter that purity and I'll regenerate it and make it ring, motherfucker"

He escapes burning by hanging 'healing' magic from the burning tip and 'progressing' his regenerative abilities. It wasn't just that, it was "progressing" against a woman's flesh and advancing her luminous limbs to the bone. Over and over again.

Still no woman dies.

Though pain and fear are not enough to withstand a greenhouse-raised nobleman.

But this woman is undoubtedly the daughter of a nobleman. Rogue gained certainty.

The woman behind her does not break her cool voice when she says she is exposed to attacks by successive color attributes that remind her of death and her own flames that constantly burn her body.

"Give me a break. I have no desire to share a bedroom with anyone other than my future husband, Mr. Khlo. Because it's a clear deep-window lady heroine."

"Temehe in front of Chrono."

"That's a nasty mouth, I hope you can bake it."

This madness is undoubtedly heroic.