Himajin, Maou no Sugata de Isekai e Tokidoki Cheat na burari Tabi

The next morning.

I don't know how much I enjoyed last night's meeting, I had so much booze that both Rhue and Reyce were rare, that even Reyce, who doesn't usually get drunk, was totally down to bed.

It would be nice to rest your body for a day or so because you are already in the coma for the second qualifying round.

Well, then I'm totally free of time, but what's up?

There's supposed to be a primary qualifying round today, but should we even go for a look?

"Maybe it's time for Dawson or Ren to come out around you."

That's why I left the room behind with a sneak leg to avoid waking up the two sleeping easily today.

When I arrived at the arena, I was able to sit in the gallery as soon as possible, with a small number of people on the first day or so.

Perhaps yesterday there was also the influence of the players who came to the lottery sitting there as they were.

But minus that, the audience is filling up pretty well today.

This seat was divided and built into several parts, but nearly 70% of it is filled with people.

And of course, there are so many people here, so the stalls I saw in the street contest the other day are open.

Hmm, should I buy something to eat?

"Excuse me, are you free next door?

Then there is a voice from behind.

"Yeah, I'm available - you guys."

"Whew... why are you here... Mr. Reyes' game was supposed to be yesterday"

Looking back there, Ren, your three surrounding daughters. Raina, Alina and Sillu stood.

"When you were here, Len, was your qualifier today?"

"Yes, Master Ren has just entered the labyrinth"

"Hmm, so he's the first one to come out"

This is quite a sight to see.

I fought him nearly six months ago now.

In the meantime, as crazy as death kept me in the guild, I guess I'm growing up.

"... you're buying quite a bit about Len"

"Well, we fought once and for all. He's strong."

"... um... there's Caivon"

"Did you just notice that you..."

Weirdly marginal lately, or this line of nasty air is fading just a little.

Truth is, it's a lot of progress, considering when we were in contention in Endoresia.

Turning to the labyrinth, the battle was about to begin on a battlefield that was considered easy for the audience to see.

Athletes emerge from each of the seven aisles and get their hands on each other.

But in the meantime, there was no way to take out only one weapon, and the creepy man in the robe slowly turned back into the aisle.

"... what, that man"

Then all of a sudden, the passage behind the other athletes was filled and it became a completely isolated space.

And at the next moment, countless thorns popped out of the battlefield floor and were skewered in unison.

Too merciless, relentless attack.

No matter how physically intact, it can be traumatic, you know...

Imagine that. There's no way. If you were just walking down the road, suddenly a toge would pop up and skewer yourself.

Does that experience make you afraid to go outside at worst?

"That sounds like ice on earthly attributes, hardened magic with thunder acting. Hmm, it shouldn't be possible to deploy on that scale without reaching the realm of magic..."

"Oh, I'm in high tension mode"

"Mr. Caivon. Let me know your point of view."

Hmm, nagging, weird robe look, but that would definitely be Dawson.

It's scattered and plain. The result of ridiculing me as plain is that demonic robe look...... someone go along with his shopping.

... not about how that magic works.

He originally specializes in the activation of installation-type magic and fixed points and in producing something.

Then it's no wonder you're knitting out tactics and tricks to take advantage of that area of your specialty.

It's not the same as being squarely straight from the front. I'd say it's Dawson's style to read the second hand and third hand and take it to a situation that's convenient for you.

Well, then...

"Didn't you carve the magic technique into that place beforehand, activate it with some kind of time-limit, or plant a trick to assist with activation?

"I see, isn't it really impossible to carve the magic circuit in advance... then he said he was waiting for people to gather over there?

"Probably. No, I'm glad you're not in there, Len."

"... well, Ren wouldn't be caught in that trap."

"Right. If you're Len, you can destroy the floor before it changes."

Heh, can he get that far?

Terrain Destruction is a major advantage in combat.

It can be converted into a means of attack, a means of evasion, and a means of defense, a means that can be used to start any way of fighting depending on the idea.

That's exactly what Dawson's magic is. In his case, topographic change, not topographic destruction, but the point is the same.

Hmm, a move as destructive and far-reaching as breaking the terrain. Shall I remain vigilant?

"Then you're going to be the first to break through the qualifying round. I'm gonna go chill out."

"Mm, do you know that magician, Mr. Caivon? Will you bring him to me next time?"

"Yes. Then your brother will be dispersed, so the three of us need your full support, Len."

Well, then first, suppose I mess with you about that evil hobby robe.

Waiting in front of the labyrinth, a person appeared wearing a grey robe from the exit and completely hiding his face with a hood.

But the moment I saw this one, I showed you how upset I was.

"Happy first round of qualifying, Dawson! Hey, you look great, that robe. Gold embroidery in gray. You look like a hero or something."

"Damn! Why are you here, Mr. Kai? It was yesterday."

"Whether you win or lose, you know someone who can make a fool out of you, and that's how you got to your feet."

"Too much bad taste..."

"Don't tell me you wore that robe."

When you take off your hood in a damned mood, it's still Dawson who shows up there.

What the hell kind of taste do I get to choose such a robe?

On the golden crest engraved on his back, a spell stretching from it wraps around his hood and sleeve.

Looks like it's well embroidered. The construction itself is superior.

"I really like gray, but they say it's plain, so I said I want it flashy too. Then they recommended this..."

"You didn't ask for someone's advice"

"Mr. Vio was with me. So you admire me, and so."

Obviously, you recommended it for fun. That kid.

"Congratulations on everything. Now you have the possibility of getting bumped by Reyes in a direct confrontation in the second qualifying round."

"That's it... what the heck, this year, it's more imperative than last year..."

Because it interrupts me, I sit and listen to a rest stop a little far from the exit of the labyrinth.

Apparently, the losing players yesterday also have information, and several players have already begun to be named as candidates for this year's victory.

Don't be jealous of local players with lots of sideways connections at times like this.

"First, there's a warrior called 'Viper' who was in the final league every year. Rumor has it he was an assassin in Sardis... but he lost yesterday."

"Well, what kind of assassin is that?"

"Oh... he fights with poison, bombs, all sorts of tools, but he's also out of his fighting ability. I tried at the training center once, but it was an instant kill."

... you've seen it somewhere, its style.

"It was the man in the armor who defeated the Viper, supposedly for the first time this year... he and I actually had a little conversation on the first day."

Oh, I knew it was that ninja-like guy I knocked down.

"That one sucks. My mind is whispering. I'm sure he's definitely killing hundreds and hundreds of people..."

"You're being rude."

"No, he said no doubt! Kai said she would if she saw him too!}

Bokdace!

"So, are there any other notable players?

It's funny to hear stories like this from others, but they seem to be getting a lot of rude rettels.

I'm afraid of that armor. Design. Personally, I'd love to use it all the time, but I also have Reis eyes.

"Needless to say, Mr. Leis' girlfriend, as does Mr. Vio. Well, those two stood out at the training center."

"That's our sister. So far, that armored man, Lace and Vio are the featured players."

"No... neither do I."

Dawson laughs invincibly at it.

Well, sure, he'll be strong. But...

"I can't because I'm annoyed"

"What the hell is that! So, Kai, of course, you're a prominent stock, right? But he wasn't out yesterday or today, and it's his last day?

"Well, that's the place. By the way, Mr. Ren, is he not in the spotlight of the liberator?

"Oops, I forgot. Well, it's really strong and noticeable... because it treats me like an Alba apprentice, I really do."

... Well, I can't see it in the good eye, can I?

Is it true that he is not blessed with the people around him, or is it easy to pull the poverty lottery?

Shall I just follow up a little here?

"Oh, Len, you said, 'I heard you talk because you're the winner of last year, but you don't suit me' or something."

"Really? Well, he's a duplicant and he's not the same style as that Ren kid."

It is a delicate line as to whether it has been followed or not.

It was just then.

One player emerged from the labyrinth.

That's you now, Len, the one who was rumoring.

"What a rumor to do. Hey, Len. Congratulations on the qualifying break."

"Hmm?... why are you here, Kai"

"Someone I know was in today, I was just here to see how it went."

Advice, he doesn't even seem to like it... but he came with a subtle look on his face.

It doesn't look that tired if you look at it, and the gear stays clean.

I guess I've won it up with little struggle.

"By the way, the number one pass today is Dawson next door."

"Ha, no, thank you. He's the first passer to win in a cowardly way."

"Damn, wasn't I the best..."

"I'm just lucky, to be honest, I... Don't worry too much, Mr. Liberator."

Dawson speaks comfort.

Indeed, that would involve a lot of luck.

Such a massive trap, it's best to have one.

That once-in-a-lifetime opportunity was multiplied by a large number of humans at the same time this time.

Of course, he has the skill to create that trap, but his self-assessment that he was lucky would not be wrong.

"... how did you win"

"It's a secret."

"Maybe in the first 30 minutes we decided where to go, and we set a trap. We'll do everything we can, then we'll do everything we can to get out of here."

"Hmm!? How do you know that! I mean, don't fall apart!

"Well, in any case, Ren, I'm pretty sure your prowess is pretty much at the top of today's players. Be confident."

"... promise, don't forget"

"Actually, I've already got curry powder"

Yesterday, you were cooking with spices and stuff, right?

I say it. No, his eyes glowed.

"You're not lying? Is that true?

"True, true. So good luck, show me a game that will satisfy me."

When I told him that, he left with a face like a renewed determination.

No, don't exaggerate like that. You want curry that much? [M]

Nao, you're a chicken Nanban, Len, you're a curry... what would you like if the next liberator were to show up?

"Something was going into the world between us, what the hell? Promise."

"If I can get a good result from the tournament, I'll split the precious seasoning for you."

"What the hell?"

"Look, I'll split this vial's share for you, so give it to your wife. They will definitely use it deliciously."

It's a scumbag who gives a prize to Pong and someone he knows for free.

That's okay. You should pass on the delicious stuff to everyone widely.