I Kinda Came to Another World, but Where’s the Way Home?

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Death! Death! Death!! Die, die, die, die Yee!!

It was such a cry of the brave man that came to hear the moment he went out into the vast space. He has struck that sword over and over again at the confronting Wyburn, mutilating Zakuzak and his stiff body. But that doesn't mean you're in battle. Because Wyburn is already dead.

To the fallen giant, he stabbed his sword over and over again, and the brave man's body stained bright red in his return blood. Repeating 'Die' like crazy, his appearance was frenetic and what could not be described as the earliest brave man, all I could say was that he was different.

"Nagi! Stop it! Wyburn is already dead!!

"Mr. Nagi!

Immediately beside him were Sieg and Silfi, who had come to bring him back. He was desperately crying out to get close to him and stop him from attacking Wyburn, who was already dead.

Still not stopping, he finally laughs out loud.

Like crazy, he let go with his sword pierced by Wyburn, and fell with a sunny look like he was liberated. Sieg took it and supported it, but Sieg kept laughing small and long. Sieg has no idea why he laughs or what he sees.

How can this happen if a man who was as gentle, full of justice, and a tremendous favorite by the time he was alley? The earliest fellow voices, appearances, nothing arrives.

I know the hang-up. An adventurer called Reaper, because he was hostile to orange sounds.

It is immature as a brave man, incomplete as a human being, and unworthy as a vessel to save the world. Orange sounds that have made me the same otherworldly person and have taken a completely different path, turning me to my enemies in that condition. The otherworlds who have survived in an unfavourable environment, a harsh fate, a world that, if not strong, would die. Turning such an orange noise on his enemies, he was destroyed as a brave man.

Maybe it was the earliest inevitable result. His immaturity, his prematureness, led to his collapse.

If you say you deserve it, you can't deny it.

"hahahaha... i broke it... i killed it... hahahaha... die, die... everyone die, break it... break it... kill it... i will erase it... hahahaha hahahaha hahahaha"

Supported by Sieg, he laughs like he is satisfied with his accomplishments. It's like it's dry, with a grin. What is in his eyes at the earliest is not reality, but a world of illusions. A world at your convenience, where everything is your enemy.

Hence...

"It's a long time. Well... it's crazy,"

The words of the orange noise I visited...

"Huh......!! Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!

He made his body jump. Stand up as you shake Zeke off, and the grin just now brings the shapes of anger to life like a lie. He brutally pulled out the sword he was stabbing at Wyburn, turning his bloody eyes to the orange noise.

"Why, why, why, why, hey!!? You should have killed it, you should have killed it, you should have killed it, you should have killed it, you should have killed it, you should have killed it, you should have killed it, you should have killed it, you should have killed it, you should have killed it, you should have killed it, you should have killed it, you should have killed it, you should have killed it, you should have killed it, you should have killed it, you should have killed it. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!?!? How come he's alive!? How could you! No matter how many times you kill him, no matter how many times you kill him, he won't die! Why won't you die!? I killed you so much!! Kitsu, Tsune, Kitsune, Kitsune, Kitsune, Kitsune, Kitsune, Kitsune!!!

To Wyburn and all the warcraft to this point were only orange sounds. It only looked like a subject to be killed. I've fought and fought and killed many warcraft. Even if it is an illusion, mirrored by his crazy spirit, he has been killing all along.

But his spirit, which reached its limits here, exceeded its limits with the appearance of a true orange noise. The ability to think that kept him critical disappeared, and madness poked and moved his body.

He wields his sword, moves his body around, and his neck snarls with cockroaches. It was kind of creepy moving beyond the human indirect range of motion.

"It's pathetic to be here."

Orange sounds like that, and she abandons it with a thin laugh. He suppresses his face with one hand and wields his sword with the other. I don't know if you haven't seen the orange noise, or if you're raging into scratchy thoughts, but you're raving and raging.

There, Sieg and Silfi rushed under the orange noise. And look at the witch next to her, and look at her as if she can't believe it.

"You... I told you to call for help... but I can't believe you brought him"

"Isn't it counterproductive to Nagi now?"

Two people who understand orange noise as rescue and say so. But the witch stares into her eyes with seriousness and opens her mouth heavily.

"... now Master Nagi is imprisoned is a phantom of this man... then there is no other way for Master Nagi to be saved than to cut it off..."

"But..."

"Well, I'll take care of it, Mr. Swordsman... even if I were you, I'd have a little trouble with him staying like this... and I wouldn't smash anything like this. Last time it was, well, it was the way I did it because I was hostile, and I'm pretty much common sense, right?

Put your hands on the shoulder of a sinister siege and an orange sound that comes out a long time ago. Approaching a step closer to Katsun, he stopped the sword he was waving and lowered his hand, which was holding back his face as he slipped.

Blood-running eyes release the instant they are freed from the hand they were hiding. My eyes were telling me that I would kill orange noise. And the grin lurks, and the eyes painted with killing seem to be regaining calm. The expression was so transformed with madness and killing intent that there was no shadow of the earliest, and it was something like an angry phase.

The thin laughter of orange sounds and the angry shapes of the The bumped gaze will not scatter a spark. Empty and disappear without reaching each other. A black stick, chaki, and a bloodwet sword erected with a twist.

It doesn't make sense, then we'll have to fight.

I don't know what you think, then there's only collision.

The cause has become a curse, then we have to cut it off.

"Now, brave man, Reaper will save you without a trace - no matter what, you'll pay for it."

"Ki, hey!! Kill me, kill me, kill me... BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

The orange noise received the sword of the flying sword in the hand of the Reaper (Death Size).

"Then, brave man, lesson one."

"Haaaa!!!

The orange noise I received, I can afford it. The sword of the brave does not cross my mind.

- What do you do to help people?

The orange noise kicked off the brave man with a thin laugh.

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I don't see anything but orange noise. In a dark vision, only the enemy was visible. All I could see was the presence of fangs, swords, nails, and intentions to kill. On top of that, all of it looked like orange noise. No matter how huge or how small they were, they all looked like orange noises.

Therefore, he only seemed to have killed the orange noise every time he killed the Warcraft, and every time he had gained a sense of accomplishment. Nevertheless, every time the next Warcraft comes out, a new orange sound appears. An infinite loop that doesn't know what to do. His spirit is rubbing down.

Gradually, my fellow voice became reliant, and even my path was dark, and I was in a state where I was relying on my fellow voice.

If you continue to kill orange sounds and are filled with achievement, the next orange sounds appear. Strong or weak, but I don't even know which orange noise would end it. The heart is rubbing less and less, shredding and dying.

And the voices of his companions, who stood by him, became deaf. Not only the Warcraft, but all humans now look orange. With a hint of reason, he continued to kill only the orange sounds that came at him with a willingness to kill, thinking that those without hostility were not orange sounds.

But no matter how much you kill, it's still not over. His reason kept shredding - and finally, he was about to raise his hand to the average person. What stopped it was still a human with the same orange noise face. The human was Sieg, but all he could see was orange noise.

I'm saying something. But I didn't hear anything. What I was hearing was the orange noise words that day. It echoes and hunts itself down over and over again.

- Where are you, brave man?

- Call me, brave man "disqualified"... and dance like no other in my revenge play.

- Good day, brave man. - No, you attempted murder?

I've been told a lot, and I couldn't say anything back. I admitted myself that I couldn't say it back. I admitted the intention to kill in me, the fact that I wanted to kill people, and the reality that I used my power to do so.

I want to deny it, so my spirit shreds. My heart is dying because I can't deny it. If you affirm it, you'll be swallowed by madness. If you affirm, you are no longer a person.

So, killing orange noise, the brave man at least... tried to be human.

"Then, brave man, lesson one."

I heard the orange noise. I heard this orange noise even though I couldn't hear my people. I could not hear any other orange noise, but I could clearly hear the orange noise now in front of me.

- What do you do to help people?

What to help for. The brave man, the brave one, said the orange noise. But why use that courage to help people? Courage is what? What does saving a man do to a brave man?

"If Sole knew, you might have found one way to be a brave man."

If you know what I'm talking about, what is it? And he waved his sword, as he waved away his words. If you kill orange noise, you can make such an inquiry meaningless. I thought it would only make me suffer, such as the earliest questions with orange sounds.

But orange sounds activate 'creepy physique' in such a way.

"Huh!?

A big retreat. Flashing back, the intimidation of the reaper and the fear of loss. The sight of that day when the witch was about to be killed instantly returned to his brain.

"Think about it. You, how long do you think you're gonna stay empty? If you're going crazy, you're going crazy. If you want to go crazy like that, you've been summoned as a brave man, try to be brave until the end - you're a man."

He eats away his teeth. Squeeze your sword, wave your sword as if you don't want to hear the orange noise as you poke and move yourself painted on blood.

- Why...!

"You're a brave disqualified...... but not forever, are you? How long are you gonna be killing 'me'? See, Reaper is here... hit him, kill him. And you keep thinking... saving something starts with your determination - don't think about the mess, you just have to decide one"

- How could you be so...!!

"Ruhhhhhhhh!

"You can't just call, you can't change. It doesn't just make a difference to grieve. You can't just stand up to it, it won't end. It's time to realize... the answer is in you, huh?

- I can be so... strong...!!!

The brave still suffer in darkness.