It’s Sudden, but I Came to Another World! But I Hope to Live Safely

There was a time when he used the power given to Nariah and peered into the hearts of his enemies.

Those who have killed us may have a very convincing name. Those who betrayed us may have some regrets. I was about to ask for a reason to stop.

But the result ended only to prove that his anger was right, not to use that power against humans again.

Humans have greed. Greed is a source of strife. How ugly of a forest of hearts whose seeds grew, rooted and stained with greed.

"... here is"

There is a smell of greed here. I mean, in my mind, some kind of mental landscape.

But it's clearly not the same sight I've seen. This is too much of a killing landscape to say that this is the heart of a person.

Floors, walls and ceilings, all monotonous stone rooms. Wherever there is a lust embodied, there is a tension. But the greed, like grass grown in the shade, lurks its ringing without any further attempt to grow.

"Well, this is your heart."

In the center of the room is one chair placed for visitors and a mirror full of cracks placed in its front.

I sit in that chair, facing into the mirror. Someone, not me in that mirror, threw words at me.

"I see. I thought it looked like a cozy room, but is this a 'me' mind landscape or something? I thought I'd be deprived of all my self, but this is what it's gonna look like. And nice to meet you, too. Black Demon King."

Same as Nariya once was. Black hair, black eyes. Looks older than Nariya, but looks younger than old.

Who I called out of the other world. While those in different worlds feel this situation fresh, they still stare at me with some spare look.

First, get an idea of what's going on. I was about to head with Tedral to the Selende demonic world. But as he moved from the space where Tedral was to the original world, he was explained that a body without magic would bear a corresponding burden.

I mean, I lost consciousness during that journey. I guess I disconnected from consciousness to make it easier for the flesh to take the load.

- It's my dream.

"Sounds like it. I've never seen a sight like this. Do you feel it in the heart of" I ", reproduced in the way you perceive it? [M] It's creepy how clear I am in my dreams."

Probably Nariya's fault. When Nariya gave me control of this man's flesh, I isolated this man's self from being anointed by my self.

"I remember being looked after, although it was interference only by instinct. It's a one-sided position to fight back."

"It's not intentional, so we're not gonna take complaints, are we? In the first place, it's like magic for you and the rest of us."

This man is a mirror that reflects the minds of others. Melt your own self into the void and form others in its body. This allows us to deepen our understanding from a one-person perspective for the other person.

But the act dilutes its own existence, and it is also a sword of blades that may lose sight of itself. In fact, I was put off interference by that act of this man.

From the arrow tips that fed the sorrow and anger this man had received and increased my thought, I was being forced to break it down. This man was stabbing me, too, in the process of protruding his sword of all blades.

"Neither did Nariya, but you seemed crazy again."

"It's not insane. If times go by, it's a normal way to penetrate this world."

"- I guess so."

This man wore these crazy moves, not because he was talented. Because wearing the moves was necessary in life. Because that was the world you needed.

This man's world is a much more civilized world than the one I am in. It can also be described as the fruit of our world. Oh, only then can I destroy the world without hesitation. There is only disgust, such as a world in which such a man would naturally exist.

"Don't let the guy who could only love the world by resenting people sympathize with you from above."

"... can't you tell me what you understand?"

This man has been subjected to my interference many times before. That is the same situation that forms me in his mind, just like the comprehension actions this man has been carrying out from time to time.

He's the one who just exchanged words, but probably the man who understands my mood the most in this world.

"I gave up my body because of you. Whatever you want."

"Why don't you stop. Just as you understand me, so do I. For you, my actions must stop."

This man loves this world. I wish from the bottom of my heart to save the people who live in this world. That is why the wishes and acts contradict each other.

"I would have stopped them if I could have stopped them. Use words if you can speak, and means if you can choose. But if you can stop it to that extent, Yugranariya is stopping you."

"... that makes sense"

This man understands that he has no words to persuade me because he understands me. I need to be able to scratch out the mud in me, just how I put the words in line.

Why am I asking this man this question? He said he was a man to destroy.

Because the world you were born into is different? Is it because the world you should live in is different? I'm sure it is. I am about to destroy this world by abandoning Nariya, who betrayed me.

"Now you're wasting your time even if you care. 'Me' is pointing at Yugranariya. Not you."

"You sure are futile. You're hiding something from me, but you're not going to reveal it."

It's not that hard to wake up if you're aware of it even if it's in your dreams. The same as dreaming at dawn, you should have traveled in the original world at a time when consciousness already exists.

Strong awareness shakes the world. I guess I'm in the real world trying to wake up.

"Good morning then, Black Demon King. Good reality."

"Oh, let's say it ravages your beloved world"

The man laughed lonely. I was just uncomfortable with the thought put in that look.

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The main unit still means that moving out of my space with the weakest flesh is a lot of strain, so I only let my black sister sleep for a little while. Sometimes I want to be a little silly and deluded, but it actually reduces the burden, so it's safe.

"Ta-da, now. It's been hundreds of years since I've said this."

In the meantime, I did what I was told, so I came back to the castle of nostalgia where I was sleeping my black sister.

A place that once created and transformed the common castle that betrayed us. The stronghold of black sisters in the Serende demonic world.

When I arrived, I was bored and dirty for a long time, but Yugra returned it to its old state without hanging it overnight.

It's a castle like a junction where the magic of black sisters permeates and you can keep track of all the information in the castle. I'm supposed to only be able to fix it by my black sister, but how could I be so perfect?

"Welcome back, Tedral. We're about to wake up."

That Yugra, by the way, looks at his black sister, who is sitting asleep between the thrones. This guy's been looking at my black sister's sleeping face the whole time I've been using her. Only the sleeping face remains the same as it used to be. I also know I'm not tired of it.

"Open your eyes. If you were in the front, they'd hit you again, wouldn't they?

"That would be very welcome."

"Don't pull, but it's hard to tell just a little bit"

Whatever. No matter how serious my black sister's punch is right now, it's less than a sweet bite. The power of just plundering and blowing your flanks is left in the mountains!

What a black sister slowly opens her eyes when she thinks. When I made sure we were in sight, I exhaled with a grumpy look in my eyes. It's not me, is it? It's because Yugra's here, right?

"Morning 'Black'. Did you enjoy talking to him in your dreams?

"Is that evil hobby still you, Nariya? Why defend that man's self"

"There are as many reasons as there are. It's my hometown, and it's who you got involved with. He's one of your few collaborators, isn't he? Or is it just that ordinary people's minds that can't even use magic can be your obstacle?

In terms of the story, do you feel like you're in a state where you can communicate with that man while his black sister's flesh is asleep?

Yugratically, there's no need to erase that man's ego. There seems to be a little reason why you can communicate.

What Yugra needs to be vigilant about is that Black Sister finds out she's trying to start this world over using space-time magic. If that happens, black sister definitely moves to interfere.

I don't think I can jam Yugra with my black sister right now, but from Yugra's point of view, I don't like the fact that my black sister is an obstacle in itself.

"... Tedral. Did you gather them all?

"Ah, oh. All the demons in Serende's demonic world were summoned. And this is the power of my black sister now."

Pass the material you created to your black sister. My black sister is in a situation where she can't unleash one of her powers as a demon king. I mean, you can't create the demon world, or communicate your will to the demons and demons under your command.

That's why I ran alone, spoke to the demons who were all over the Serende demon world, and tallied down the types and numbers of demons.

Even when I spoke, I flew my body for a minute to the demon clan I was capturing and said, 'Oh, it's been a long time. Don't show your face to the castle because my black sister is back,' but I called him unilaterally.

In addition, the material describes the current situation on the continent and the approximate power of each major country. We need to know how many enemies we have, and we don't know if we have a lot or a lot of fighting power.

"Seems like a good enough number...... tedral. What are you so anxious about?

"... found out? No, that's it."

"Ahhh! Demon King! You're finally back!

Dusty, and I feel the ambient air clouding by the magic of a third party.

Sometimes when you are relative to a strong person, you feel the essence of the other person. It sounds like a stomach sound, or it feels like a strained air with a dry throat.

I know what you're feeling right now is a kind of feeling, but frankly, it's a disgusting word.

There are no emotional factors there. Yet the discomfort seeps out of the back of my chest as if I were exposed to a thick intent to kill. I feel like I jumped into a spider's nest stretched out.

I guess that means this demon tribe, the manifestation of the madness of a woman named Zahava.

"Zahava? Looks like you've woken up safe."

"Eh! To help the Demon King, all the time, all the time! I kept thinking!

Zahava's outfit has a more mysterious sense of tops like shoulders, neck and long sleeves with guts on her belly than a chicou. Threads are painfully sewn all over the skin that is visible.

But more heterogeneous than that is the Demon race, while the skin color is the same light beige color as when it was human.

There is also a gradual change in the Demon Nation so that the Demon King may be influenced in his own way and his flesh may change.

The Demon King's magic contains colour, the colour of his skin is light and black due to its colour, and his hair feels its colour mixed. This is the initial stage, it's called an un-awakened state.

And the awakening state ahead. It can be accomplished by fully adapting to the magic of the Demon King and fulfilling further conditions. Only the provisional first appearance of flesh comes close to what was originally human, but the contents are completely separate.

Zahava had shallow black skin on black hair showing an unawakened state when her black sister was sealed. The fact that it is transformed in this way, as a demonic tribe, was completely accomplished. It means it has come to the essence of the Demon Clan.

"You were really resurrected. Dear 'Black',"

"Orfalo and Lazaricata."

Opposite Zahava, who appeared with a touching voice, Auffalo, the man I hate the most while talking to Boso, walked into the room. Next to it is also Lazaricata, the second woman I dislike.

Auffalo is an outfit that shows off her shoulders and arms, as if to accentuate a luxurious body with thin muscles. The shoulders and chest are engraved with a mole like a burnt mark.

Lazarikata weaves jalajara and plenty of accessories and pretty buka clothes, not sure on the inside. The taste of these guys' clothes is futuristic, isn't it? I can't talk about people, either.

Do you both intentionally harbor magic, or the discomfort you feel with skin like Zahava? But these guys get sexually annoyed just watching. You're simply not the right horse for me.

The color of the skin is white as if to indicate that both Auffalo and Lazaricata are awake.

"Ha ha, that's a beautiful set of kids in question."

"Demon King! How come there is a traitor here!?

Zahava stares at Yugra in alarm. Well, you're right about that reaction. My black sister was sealed because of Yugra, and nearly half of the demons who tried to stop it were killed.

At least you don't stare at me like Auffalo or Lazaricata to ordain black sisters.

"A few things. This guy won't stand in my way anymore."

"Yes, yes. I won't stand in the way of" black, "so don't worry."

"There's no way you can trust me!? Because you betrayed the Demon King."

"Zahava"

Zahava frightened by the tone of her sharpened black sister. If you have a black sister, it's not hard to watch this one. Zahava nostalgic for her black sister long before she became a demon. Like Neil Lyates at King Bi, he'd be happy to head to the dead if it was for his black sister.

"I don't feel like magic. It's like a dead man."

"You look a lot different." Black. ""

"Hey! O'Farrow! Lazarikata! What's that saying to the Demon King!?

If there's a problem, the two of them, Auffalo and Lazaricata. These guys are survivors of the same village. I joined them in the form of a ride to my companions who swore vengeance on the humans, gaining power as a demon, but I'm not swearing allegiance to my black sister from my heart.

"This flesh is the creature of Nariya… it is the first provisionally prepared to escape demon eating"

"Oh, what is it? So you're not completely resurrected."

"That's right.... Zahava, what happened to Idrak or Ukawaki? Those two are late for the convocation because..."

"I'm dead. Both of us."

"What?"

Zahava tilts her neck with a strange face. Oh, it's headache time from here. Come on, black sister, and me.

"I mean, we're the only three survivors right now. Everyone else is dead! Oh, you just have a few words. Are you two or so alive?

"... give me an explanation"

"Uh, since the Demon King was sealed by the traitor there, they've all been trying pretty hard to rebuild it... and when they realized something, they all broke about halfway through their awakening!

This is the current state of the Serende demonic world. At first there were thirty-six fellow black sisters, sixteen of whom have died as a result of Yugra's betrayal, fifteen of the twenty remaining have suffered a mental breakdown and have been subjected to suicide or disposition by their fellow citizens.

Only the three of us here are keeping ourselves completely awake. The other two are wandering through the Serende demonic world, becoming monsters who have lost themselves, as in the last days of Necthar.

"Pfft, hahaha! So I told you, 'black'. Your will is absolute, but there are limits to the hearts of those who are fanned by you. The people who follow you can't live long as a demon."

Yugra is laughing heavily with tears in her eyes. Aside from the unreadability of that air, the situation even sucks.

All those who tried to walk along the path of their black sisters, with their righteous personalities like Idrak and Ukawaki, were unable to withstand the wear and tear of their spirits caused by years.

This is the same as King Bi's subordination. It is the end of the road where the spirit of man could not adapt to the body of the devil tribe. The more mattomo guys as people, the more inevitable this ending is.

Fact is, the only ones who survive this way are the mentally abnormal ones among the demons.

"- Right. Has everyone else passed away before? Zahava, do you have their graves?

"There isn't, right? When they all died, they became dust. I couldn't even bury it."

"... Tedral. Can you ask for it?"

"Ooh. I'll get it ready..."

The black sister looks at the three demons who survived one frown motionless against Yugra, who is laughing. Is it overlapping with the sights we have seen in the past, or are we already looking ahead and putting our thoughts on it?

These three are the ones whose personality is the hard part, but when it comes to the category Demons, they are the ones at the top. Simple combat ability alone would even be comparable to Scarlet Beast.

If all the survivors were awake, it would have been a battle that ended in a one-sided game. When this happens, I see the possibility of losing.

"Demon King, Demon King! Killing humans again, right?!? Everybody, everybody, you can kill them, right!?

"Oh. I won't be in Nariya's way anymore. Now it's time to do everything."

"You're dissatisfied. Why should I obey you like that?

Lazaricata is turning a derogatory glance at us. Zahava's expression hardens and Auffalo looks at the whole thing as though it doesn't matter.

Did this happen after all? This is what happens. Lazaricata hated her black sister since she was a human being. He's like reluctantly joining under an umbrella because the people around him fooled her so well.

Because the power of my black sister was absolute, I was obeying her while hiding my dissatisfaction, but in the present situation...

"Lazaricata! You, turn to the Demon King!

"Shut up Zahava. You think the spider flair that nests under" Black "deserves to flatter me?

"- Yes, you want to be eaten? You deceiver!

The bee's killing spirit fills the room. Zahava is seriously trying to free up his powers with the intention of killing Lazaricata. Lazarikata has also been subjected to that killing, and is about to become in a state of collision.

Uh, I knew these guys were too boiling point low. Well, you've killed hundreds and thousands of humans, so I know you can't resist the very act of taking lives. Can't you have a little bit of internal consciousness or something like that? Can't? I knew.

"Yes, that's it"

All the Zahava and demonic groups were slammed to the ground as if they had been crushed by invisible walls. Popular gravitational magic was used in Judaism and so on, but the speed and power of its magic formations grew.

Above all, I couldn't feel any of Yugra's magic. Is this the principle of Ekdoyk, or the 'blind eye' of the great demon Beglagud? I deployed a magic formation in a space that only I could recognize, and I transferred the activated magic formation directly. It's inevitable like this.

"Yugra...... Huh!

"I gave 'Black' a chance to get revenge. If you destroy yourselves before it starts, you're pathetic to the boulders, aren't you? I'll help you with the process of getting Black ready. [M] You wouldn't mind, would you?" Black. ""

"... Whatever you want"

Yugra walks over to Lazaricata, which is captured by gravitational magic. You're in the realm of gravitational magic, and we're not affected.

And I grabbed Lazaricata's hair as it was, forcing her head to trigger and gaze.

"Gee......!

"I'll give you about a choice, okay? Will we work together in silence or will we be able to work together in silence? Which is better?

Oops. I thought I'd do my best for my black sister, but I'm already missing the other side better. Seriously, there's no Matomo guy, but the faction over here.