I Was Summoned to a Parallel Fantasy World for Too Many Times

─ ─ One day, "Beluze", Royal Castle of the Kingdom of Heigen.

"Ouch, itchy ~"

"Ah, Sacha"

Yukari (Yukari), a girl called Itsuki, looks back at the voice of her best friend, Mitsuki (one day).

The sawdust lifted one hand lightly and ran over with a small run.

"These big tits."

"No, stop it, Sacha!

─ ─ I'll leave it to your imagination ─

"So, have you decided to itch yet?

"What?

"What, residue or return? You got three days till the month you promised?

Their class was suddenly summoned by the otherworld-beluze. At the will of all, the classmates promised to decide whether to return to the original world in a month's time or remain in this world.

"Um, Sacha stays, right?"

"Well, that's why I got a strong cheat."

The sagging looked fuller but less likely, and I sighed.

"It's the red dot of the selection team. Sacha."

"But itchy, 'cause you're not fighting, but you're out of resilience, right? They call me the Virgin."

"Sacha's called a princess knight."

"Don't tell me. I'm ashamed... it's not a pattern..."

Next to the light blush, Itchy looked at the sky and thought a little bit, nodding loudly as she was determined.

"Hmm, I figured I'd stay"

"Are you okay?

"There's someone who needs me, and even if anything happens to it, you're just hanging in there, right?

The sagging stared into his itchy big eyes scratched his head like it lit up after a bit of facelifting.

He said there were other leads besides me.

"That's reasonable... Speaking of which, what kind of atmosphere is a leading group?

"Hmm, in a nutshell, caution. Anyway, be careful."

Sasaki was recounting the events of the junior dungeon of the practical exercise he had conducted the other day.

"'Don't look sweet just because it's a junior dungeon! Watch out for pitfalls and metastasis traps! Never get on with it!' I strongly advised you."

"Right. The Knight Commander was a little shy."

"He's kind of a nerd to say it. Even though he's loaded with excellent grades, behavioral integrity, motor nerve excellence and death flags, he'll crush them all with a word of nerd. Why me and the horse?"

"Rumor has it, between the chairman of the committee and the princess knight."

Again, I'm surprised at what Itchy said.

"What, seriously? Me and him aren't like that, even if we like it in the first place..."

"What's going on?

"... maybe. Surprisingly. Hmm, let's take a little approach."

"Wow Sacha Active"

The itch suddenly became a serious face. I feel a little drawn to the sagging.

"Speaking of committee chairman, have you recently, Takafuji? Mind his business. That metastasized guy."

"… to"

"He said he didn't care when the flag was retrieved."

"Oh, my God..."

"Well, if he was a bully, there could have been revenge or something. I don't know, he's just been asleep and he's not particularly involved. I don't think you have to look at me like that. I don't know him very well either..."

……

"Yum, yum? What's the matter with you?

All of a sudden he blued his face and shut up. Itchy, saggy, wolf.

"Oh, speaking of which, is middle school the same... you know what? About him..."

"... yeah"

"Did you see something terrible?

"Yeah. Not at all, and I don't think maybe you remember me, Takafuji"

"In middle school, what was it like? He."

The itch leans down and starts talking to the pounding.

"Nothing, you say your personality isn't the same as it is now, or I don't think you've slept all your life and had any friends"

It's exactly the same as it is now.

"At the time, I didn't care just because I thought he was a weird person... but only once did I see him in the back of the gym being slapped by several seniors"

"Huh!? Was he abused?

The revenge flag, which began to smell fragrant, shouted loudly, but Itchy immediately shook her head and denied it.

"Yeah. That seemed like a one-time thing, and Takafuji was beating you back, too, and it seemed like a fight..."

The itch starts shaking her shoulders a little.

"... I was laughing, that guy... Beaten, worn out, happy..."

"Um, Doemdesca?

"... trance wasn't an atmosphere."

"Then that's it, a battlejunkie."

The sagging jokes and says, but Itchi put his hand on his mouth and said.

"No. Those eyes, they're not... combat freaks or anything like that... more horrible, another 'something'"

─ ─ The secret forest of the Grey Wolf, near King Rising Sun's capital.

"Graaaaaaaa!!

Fenrir, with his eyes pierced, raises a scream that can be both screaming and angry.

I jumped right to the edge of the woods.

The back sword you threw at Fenrill, so to speak, is a fake. I was going to use that to carve summoning magic formations on Oki. If this guy felt me and stopped me, I couldn't wait, so I was letting Fenrill hang around for now.

Fenrill fires a long-range attack that was ready as he growled. But I'm not sure it's confusing because my vision hasn't recovered, but it's supposed to be random shooting, and it didn't hit me when I was at a distance.

I lick Fenrill's blood around the knife in my right hand.

Is this acidity... yeah, hmmm, is the blood type Rh- of type A? You're wrong, you're wrong. Holle, it's a different kind of mess. Besides, I don't know what type A blood is...

Yeah. Let's stop the crap that doesn't seem to make sense. I mean, it's a death flag. This.

Well, I don't know the blood type, but I know it tastes good. Extraordinarily tasty. I can't compare it to Ketchau.

Is the stronger the demon, the better the blood? I wonder about humans. I don't know because I've never smoked it.

And, aside from the gourmet reviews within the monologue, turn your awareness to Fenrill.

He lurks in what seemed like an exasperation earlier and quietly points his face at this side. I don't have eyes, but I guess my nose is still working. It's a wolf.

But the murderous spirit emanating from it is unparalleled.

The cutting-edge of the murderous intent, like its outfit, has sword swallowing signs of trying to poke me as it is.

That's it, the beast at hand is the guy who says he's scared.

Just because you closed your eyes doesn't mean the war leaned on me. Rather, it could be worse if I don't have a decision to make.

He only wanted to see me exterminated until now. But after I punched a hole in his eyeball, he recognized me as his enemy.

You made me your enemy (...).

The exothermic cold wind of the night strokes the skin that has not yet lost the heat of battle.

The leaves of a tree in the wind plundered my cheek. There is a slight discomfort on the cheek that is neither painful nor itchy.

Is it the effect of "Dark Eyes", the leaves of trees on the ground, the wood deeply carved in its bark, the stars instantly visible at night?

No, now, you might be able to count exactly as many molecules of air filling the neighborhood, or as many as one bottle of Fenrill's body hair.

A tight outside world, Fenrir, matches my body chart with mine.

And I'm going to be clear.

A body that releases itself to respond to muscle fibers that repeatedly stretch, red blood cells that twist through capillaries, and pulsating hearts.

I must be smiling slightly.

He and I are hostile. Exactly, not exactly.

But if you keep going like this, you won't win.

Other than my eyes, Fenrill has no part of my attack that seems to make sense.

So, it's an escape option. For now, I will align my point of view over the sky and transfer with the Devil's Eye of the Formation.

While using Disillusionment just in case, check the position of the Royal Castle with Chiri Eye and Farsightedness.

I was supposed to be quite up there, but I moved into the royal castle's own chamber, looking sideways at Fenrir, who jumped up and tried to bite me.

Four young people were having lunch in the royal palace cafeteria - a place to welcome guests and serve meals. The four are the three summoned by this Rising Sun kingdom, Ryudo, Aoi, and Pearl Hill, and the prayer that was convoked and summoned.

Less than three weeks after coming to this world, Ryudo, taught table manners, speaks to the other three as he releases the elegance of a nobleman face loss.

"After all, I think the First Princess and the Second Princess are getting along."

While pretending not to show much interest in the word, in fact, the intriguing Pearl Hill asks the same question.

"Really? Aren't you saying that the Second Princess is too heartless?

"Hmm, well, there's that too..."

"Besides, I've always had the same look, and I don't know about emotions. You mean creepy..."

"If you don't understand your emotions, maybe even Aoi"

"Mmm."

Until then, the sunflower, silently focused on the meal, answers honestly because she realizes she is heartless and does not feel a complex there.

"If the sunflower lasts a long time, you'll see a change in the bimyo look"

"Well.... so what's the emotion of the sunflower now?

Pearl stares at the sunflower. The sunflower only slightly stopped his hand eating into its gaze and carried the meal in front of him silently into his mouth again.

"… appetite. I'm just thinking about the food in front of me."

"That's an odd encounter. I agree."

"Ha, where the hell are all that calories going?"

Zhuhi glances at the sunflower, eventually stopping his point of view at one point of the sunflower's body.

"Chest! Is that a chest, you bastard?

"Mmm!?

Even during the meal, Pearl Hill hugs from behind the sunflower.

"This! Get the fuck out of here!

"Hey, stop...!

─ ─ Let your imagination (hereinafter abbreviated) ─

"Uh, Gohon!

Dragon Dou, who just couldn't stand the current sight, coughs deliberately while blushing.

In the meantime, Pearl's hand was removed by the sunflower, and Pearl returned to his seat in a musty manner.

"So, let's get back to it, it seems like the First Princess doesn't really hate the Second Princess."

"How do you know that to Ryudo?"

Dragon Dou laughs bitterly at Zhuhi, who turns his suspicious eyes.

"Well, unfortunately... I don't have 'blunt skills'..."

"What?"

"Besides, I have" Harlem Skills "and" Flag Architecture Skills "..."

"... I mean?

"With that skill, it is possible for a brave man to contact the princess..."

I can see that people who are aware of their main body are scared.

"Huh? What are you, Loricon?

"No, I'm probably fine because I'm not even in a clear relationship. Well, I asked you about your troubles."

Ryudo didn't even think about contacting him originally, but let's get along with the princess and shield her back, it was a degree of feeling. But Dragon Dou's main body overlapped there, and he even came to the state of love one step ahead of him.

"You're the worst man I've ever seen from the edge?

"I'm aware..."

By the way, this conversation is taking place in a whisper, and I have not been heard because I am not going to hear all the chatter between the samurai and the dragon dogs, who are refraining from doing so a little far away.

"How does the First Princess feel?"

"Said it was hard to get involved because of my position or my surroundings. Especially since you became the first princess? It is my view that it may be difficult to reconcile with each other."

"No, my princess, how much I forgive you."

Ryudo finished eating all the way, put the dish in his hand on his desk, and sighed small.

"He really wants to call me 'Sister'."

"Well, that's messed up."

"So, I'm going to do something about it. If we make it up to each other, there's a chance that we won't have any extra regime disputes, right?

He said, "It's none of our business. Should we settle this forcefully? You're very popular."

"... can't you?

"Isn't that good? If you like. If you really want to help me, don't do it..."

"Thanks! Please, Pearl!

"Ugh, yeah."

Full-faced smiling Ryudo, Zhuhi dyeing his cheeks and wandering around, and activated protagonist skills.

Pearl Xi, calm back, coughed gently and asked Ryudo a question.

"I'm sure you'll do something about the First Princess, but what about the Second Princess? We don't know each other, do we?

"Yeah. That's why I want you to cooperate with the prayer mile that the Second Princess is teaching me.... will you help me? Prairie."

……

……

……

"... zzz"

Prairie slammed against the table and was in a blast of sleep.

"Yes, Prairie! Wake up! Were you listening?

"... hmm? Ahhh..."

When Ryudo shakes his body, he rubs his eyes and sends a blurred gaze from the gap in his lid where Prayer Ri is heavy.

And with his thumb, he turned to Ryudo.

"I don't know what it is...... good luck...... zzz"

And I just stuck around and fell asleep again. Dishes are avoided, by the way. I'm never stuck on a dish of cooking.

"Hang in there! I was listening!? Save it, Innolly!

He was not on the spot, such as he who could hinder the rest of prayer, which sank deeper into the world of dreams.

No, I'm sleepy. I fell asleep at lunchtime because of you. And the class is also a steady fall of sleep. But still sleepy.

And secretly used to sneak in is the "Fifth Armory". No, where not.

After yesterday's battle, I still wanted iron as a material, so I came to tease you.

I know there's no one in detection, but gently open the door.

Leaked out of the room were the dusty air and the slight smell of iron.

Unlike other arsenals, this fifth arsenal holds only weapons for training purposes. Management is therefore sweet.

Stored items are, for example, wooden swords, bows and arrows without blades, and blade-drawn two-handed swords.

My goal is that of a training sword drawn with a blade. I don't feel like finding out if I lose a whole bottle, but just in case I get a little iron from a hundred swords.

If you say so, it's a "share your energies with Ora, everyone" policy.

Recovering from a single sword is dozens of grams at best. My body is probably only about a few millimeters down. I may feel a little uncomfortable while using it, but it is a training sword, so I am sometimes worried.

Incidentally, iron is released into shadow space in the form of a needle (dark vessel).

It was often said that if the chisel was also loaded, it would be a mountain, and an hour later all about ten kilograms of iron could be recovered.

"Is this what it is for now............ whoa?

There was one noticeable thing on the shelf of a practice wand for wizards that I didn't care about at all. I didn't care because most of them were made of wood, but the wand was made of silver metal.

Basically, wizards use wooden canes, or materials taken from demons. This has to do with the conductivity of magic, and just metal fogs magic. Well, this is a story that excludes magic gear.

Appraisal suggests that this wand was made of Mithril. Is this your first meeting with fantasy metal?

Well, a wand wouldn't find out if it was slightly full. I wouldn't hesitate just because it's rare metal. Steal without question. I don't even feel guilty. You have to find out. It's not a crime.

He hid so he wouldn't find out, and finally arrived in his room. For now, the sun is setting.

Let's call it a reflection on yesterday's battle.

In the meantime, it turns out my biggest challenge is "lack of firepower". No. Should I call it a lack of weapons? Well, it's a wooden knife, a wooden knife and a silver knife, even though it adds dark magic. Not a decent piece of equipment. The battle wasn't originally in perspective.

Well, we can work this out. We've secured some iron, so adding dark magic to this should make it a weapon-like weapon. Still, it's a delicate line as to whether that Fenrill could be fatally injured.

Yeah, I'm thinking of reversing to that Fenrill around the next night. No, it's not a protagonist feeling of regret or some combative ethnic idea of "Fight him with ora".

First of all, Fenrill's eye wound is going to be an important advantage to me. Taking away one of the five senses is huge. Well, it's a wolf, so it's probably more sensitive to hearing and smell.

He came back yesterday because he ran out of hitters, except for the story if he orchestrated an operation based on the assumption that he was "blind to his opponent". There are plenty of chances.

This is a good opportunity. Let's knock it down before it heals.

By the way, if the eye wound was healing, it would be the presence of a quick escape. It's a shame I crushed my eyes, and I don't feel like I can do it decently and win.

Next, Fenrill, who was in a state of exaggeration, can be unpredictable about what to do. It would be troublesome if I went down to the King's Capital in anger. Residents will die, well, but the crusade mission will be imposed on the Knights, and there will be a chance that the braves and I will be involved there, and if my abilities and race are found out there, I will be in trouble. If there's any wind, it's a bucket store idea, but there's no trouble being too cautious about the species.

Or I have trouble with Fenrill running away. The opportunity for leveling is lost because of this.

Trying to avenge me makes me even stronger. It's a hassle to defeat.

So my soul dares to just pick the troublesome buds.

At the end of the day, it's an outrageous reason, but I think it's a waste.

It also means good leveling opportunities, good leisure time. Above all, with Fenrill making me my enemy, I can't help but be hostile.

Well, that's totally a matter of my feelings.

Then let's try to take measures.

Yesterday's battle revealed the mysterious regenerative ability of my body. Any damage such as fractures, cuts, or site defects will heal in an instant. But HP seems to be down.

The decrease was also different. Even if you eat an attack at a steep point and you get little HP, or vice versa, you may get less HP than you imagined.

In retrospect, isn't it simply proportional to the "volume" of the lost flesh? Can I call it weight?

For example, a single arm reduces HP by about 80. Probably 160 less with two arms. Conversely, if you only lost it ahead of your elbow, it's likely to fit in at about 40.

And Fenrill's crystal ranged attacks are generally only 5 damage anywhere in the body. Whether it's in your belly, neck, or arm, it's a uniform 5 damage.

Bruises, fractures, internal bleeding, and cuts are almost non-damaging. I guess this is because the volume of the flesh does not itself decrease.

If you calculate it roughly, is there a place where you lose half your body and have 400 damage, and lose your whole body and have 800 damage? Still, I still have about 1600 left.

Apparently, you have to disappear all over your body three times before you die. Specifications. What's that lass boss? There are three HP bars, and what kind of character can't do damage without site defects?

But why 800th? Speaking of 800, the original HP that came to this world was 800th, but what does it have to do with it?

But well, it wouldn't be invincible. The vampire steeple is the heart. If they destroy my heart, maybe I'll die soon. Forbidden. I want to avoid attacks as much as possible.

Regeneration happens as if blood becomes flesh. When a defect occurs, blood overflows from the wound to take shape and become a complete part of the flesh. Does vampire blood have anything to do with it? Blood has regenerative abilities, like?

And I haven't much to do with Fenrill's battle, but I've been a little concerned.

I used to candle up a silver knife and make it out of Weapon Smelting, and then cut off my fingers to check the sharpness.

... you didn't play it then, did you?

Let's make sure again. Just in case I was making it from a "dark silver dagger knife" to a "candle planting knife" in "Weapon Smelting" to a "silver dagger knife". Beautiful as a mirror, and a good picture of me. It's really a good ornament, though.

And I'll put the blade on my left wrist and cut it deeper than last time. The skin was difficult to cut, either because the VIT was higher than before, but created cuts of about five centimeters.

Blood flows from the cuts. But the blood never moves.

I've waited about ten seconds, but I still don't play it.... what does that mean?

When I made the knife lightly with the iron I had just collected to try it out and made the same cuts, the blood overflowing from the wound immediately blocked the wound and at the next moment I had clean skin with no trace.

Is that why the weakness of vampires is silver? But in this world, the weakness of vampires should have been misrills, not silver.

Then let's give it a try with Mithril.

Also make a knife out of a wrapped misrill earlier. It was a small amount they picked up, so I could only make one little knife. Silver is beautiful. It doesn't look the same as the silver knife earlier, but the divinity is winning. That's holy metal.

With a Mithril knife, you make cuts just like you did earlier, but it should be a vampire weakness. I don't think I'd die of a small cut, but I'm pretty scared. Well, let's get ready. Come on. How it turns out.

... Played. Played just like an iron knife. Looking at HP doesn't change anything. There is no state abnormality, no sense of loss of power.

Mithril's a weakness for vampires, isn't she? But I don't think so. Rather, silver seems to work better. The cut with the silver knife hasn't been regenerated yet.

Could that book have gone wrong? But these are the drawings that were kept in the royal castle, right? If the Royal Castle documents are incorrect, you should assume that all the information in this country is incorrect.

The weakness of vampires in this world is a misrill, and my weakness is silver. Why is that?

Yeah. I came up with one hypothesis.

I became a vampire in the world I was summoned to for the third time. Maybe that world for the third time and the vampires in this world are separate.

I mean, I'm not like vampires in this world. You can call it a new breed of vampire.

The goddess said she adjusted my skills, my gifts, to fit this world. But maybe instead of "adjusting my abilities to the laws of this world," I only "adjusted my abilities to be usable in this world".

Originally, they are leveling up and gaining and robbing skills in a world where there is no leveling or skill. And The Devil's Eye of the Formation can't read the magic formations of this world, the magic measuring instruments can't accurately measure my magic, and I can't use the magic of this world at all.

In other words, my skills are enforced in disregard of the laws of the world. Or maybe I myself (...) ignored the laws of the world.

Was your thoughts a little out of line? Let's get back to Fenrill control.

In the meantime, I found out how soon I was going to die.

And then there's how to kill Fenrir.

I take a room of white beast hair out of the shadow space. This was a crystal (?) used for Fenrill's ranged attacks. It took time and it looks like I'm back to my original soft hair.

After the battle ended yesterday, I looked at this all sorts of things, but I found it interesting in its nature.

Apparently, he senses this body hair, magic, and exhibits three properties: "crystallization," "hardening," and "shrinking."

I can't use magic in this world, but I knew how to use some magic with the effects of Dark Magic/True, so I know what it feels like to be able to put magic in it.

Apparently, this body hair is divided into three properties by magic.

I'm going to use this as a weapon. I recovered what I received from one end of the body, so I have secured a good amount.

Apparently, the "dominion" of Dark Magic is effective and performs "Weapon Smelting" while using Dark Magic. Then the iron knife also added dark magic and tried "Weapon Smelting".

Here are the results.

The Dark Iron Dagger Knife (Author: Kofuji Shirai)

Quality A Price 80000 Dell Ability Dark Hardened

Dark iron knife. Has the hardness and sharpness of adamantite. Beautiful black gloss and extremely high performance as a weapon.

Graypnil (Author: prairie kofuji)

Quality A + Price 5000000 Dell Ability Dark Hardened Crystallized Hardened Shrink

It joins the white wolf's body hair to a yarn that imparts dark magic to the silk yarn. Very sturdy and can't be pulled off by any force. Also has high slash resistance. The silk thread is in the way and the effect of crystallization is halved.

Hey, second one. It's a mythical weapon.

Grapenil was an image of a rope or chain. This is a yarn, no matter how you look at it. It even looks like yarn for the machine.

Or the nature of the White Wolf's hair, they were able to grant "Weapon Smelting". Is it the result of the Allecore experiment?

And the price is strange.

Iron became dark iron. I think I finally got a decent weapon. You have Adamantite. I want to use it to make weapons. And I'd like to add some dark magic. What the hell will happen?

Let's make a glove or something. As a cage hand.

Black Gloves (Author Takafuji Shirai)

Quality A Price 1000000 Dell Ability Dark Hardened Cured Shrink Crystallized

A pitch black glove made of black yarn knitted with grapenil. It senses magic and hardens. Very sturdy, never torn or mutilated. There is no shock absorption capability. A magic formation is engraved in white on the back of my hand.

Wow. Sounds like two items inside. It's pitch black. It's pitch black.

Create by saying that in using yarn, it wouldn't make sense if you cut or tightened your own hand with that yarn. By the way, the magic formations I wrote on the back of my hand are "Summoning Magic Formations" and "Spiritual Interference Magic Formations" on the left and right. Now it's okay to lose Campe.

Okay, next time, we need to do a little experiment.

From the shadow space, take what is somewhat a red gutter. This is a former lunch. There was no way to eat what had garlic in it, it was tricking well and throwing it into shadow space.

I didn't even go to store each dish in the shadow space, so I threw it in properly, so it's like collecting leftovers. No. Exactly.

Wow, the smell of garlic is pounding.

Let's "rule" this with dark magic. This is the first time I've "ruled" a dish.

After a while, the food went completely black. Gross.

That's the guy who cooks black ghetto dishes for rice maz. Mostly toxic. I'm still smelling garlic, so maybe the taste itself won't change. Maybe there's no poison. I don't feel like eating at all.

Keep this in mind to keep the smell down. Then the smell of garlic drifting just now stopped patting.

That's exactly what I expected.

The smell is, after all, a discrete molecular level object in the air. I wondered if I could hold back the spread of the smell more than dominated the former.

The prediction is medium. You can assume that the smell is completely contained than you don't smell garlic that I hate vampires.

Apparently discrete molecules can't be manipulated, it seems difficult to manipulate the smell itself, but it turns out they can suppress the smell.

This will beat that Fenrill!

No, well, I just found a way to win, and the rest depends on the crime scene. I say scattered, but alarm is forbidden.

It's too early for everyone to fall asleep.

But the whole experiment is over. What should I do?

Fishing in shadow space, I found a bloody, worn out white shirt. It's one of my few belongings from Earth.

I don't know. I liked white shirts. Even if you don't pay attention to fashion in particular, that's why it looks so good.

But it no longer feels unbroken. I don't have one sleeve and it's wild, and the front is ripped wide open.

In the meantime, I misled you by saying that I lost it to Mr. Nara, but honestly I want to fix it. It's not as attached, but it's a shame to throw it away.

I don't have any sewing skills, but I may not be able to fix them if I use "armor" in Weapon Smelting while adding dark magic.

All right, let's just do it. If you don't have enough material, you can make up for it with black thread.

White Shirt in Black Blood (Author: Shigeri Takafuji)

Quality A + Price 1000000 Dell Ability Dark Hardened Regeneration

White shirt with added dark magic. Lightweight, flexible, with iron armor-like strength. Vampire blood is stained and self-repairing. If you inhale blood, your repair efficiency increases.

Current Repair Rate 80%

... Way.

I was just going to fix it, but I created a dish.

Vampire blood can be inflicted with Weapon Smelting. Seriously.

Moreover, self-repair is a convenient ability. I'm the material, Lunsawa. As much as I want to stain all my weapons from now on with blood.

Yeah. It's been unintentionally defensive, and it's been a good time, so let's head to Revenge.

I looked out the window and moved into the woods.