Jujutsushi Wa Yuusha Ni Narenai

"Ah, ah... sorry, don't hurt me, please"

Now I am praising and begging for my life. [M] But I hope you don't say you feel sorry for that.

"Kotaro Takawa. It's a pleasure to see you again."

In front of me stands the Reaper, Ruin Hilde, the God who gave me the common magician's vocation. It emits a tremendous sense of presence and intimidation that sets it apart from the human model of the bone decorated in the science room.

I only have painful memories of being stabbed in the head or pierced in the chest by this god, more than the horrible appearance of a worn black robe in its womb, so it would be natural to wake up and start begging for life early, semi-crying.

"Um... did I do something wrong?

I don't want to feel sorry for the magician's habit of doing it so well for DQN, or getting irrational reprimands for saying something like that. Then give me a super nasty, powerful attack-based spell that makes me suffer and die whilst my mouth spits blood reflexes! What a complaint, I can't tell God himself.

"It was a grudge, a sweet taste inside. Praise and send."

Apparently, it's not anger on my body, but rather joy. Good, reassuring from the bottom of my heart. If I made this god clean, I wouldn't really know what would happen.

"Ha, thank you very much for that. So, how did I get called?

When I woke up, I was in this god space-time again. It's like space portrayed in an SF movie, where you can see wonders, the other person's appearance, and the surroundings.

I was in Fairy Square, and I fell asleep with utout because I was tired here while I was indulging in all sorts of herbal combinations.

That place is guaranteed to be a safe zone where monsters don't come close, so I have no problem sleeping. There will be no defenseless assault on my body lying in a flower garden. In a predatory sense, not a sexual one.

"I'll give you a new spell."

"What!? It's true! Thanks!

Level up unexpectedly. Does it still have a lot of experience defeating armored bears? Because he has the style of a medium boss, no matter what he thinks. You're gonna be the first to count with a guy like that, so if it's a game, it's a hell of a bug.

Whatever it is, this is how they give us new moves, so let's take it. Hopefully, now is the time to have an attack move that deals direct damage to the monster. Please, God.

"Come on, take it."

Strictly speaking, Ruinhilde's arm moves. That could be this pattern - and my head was grabbed up with the right hand of a bone when a bad feeling ran all over my body. To be more precise, they were grabbing my slightly longer black hair.

"Wow! I figured - guuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!?

In the middle of a cry, a penetration pierced my stomach. Punipni soft abdomen without stiff abs, etc., exerts no defense whatsoever and is quickly hit through sharp fingertips.

"Resentment, jealousy, but moving forward without stomping. After all, you have the talent of a magician. I'm counting on you, my followers, Kotaro Takawa."

Luinhilde rattles the crap out of the crap and says something, but I can't afford to listen to God's word or anything like that right now. Instead, I'm already unconscious... oh, it's already a real, nightmare...

"Okay, we got new protection, we made a bunch of pills, and we're ready to go!

I feel a little depressed when I'm given a splattered way of protecting myself, and I'm forced to get agitated. Because if you don't, you can't have the courage to take a step to the dim passage without saying, "It's a dungeon in the underground labyrinth."

"Hey, let's go..."

In the end, I started my full dungeon quest with a surprising sneak peek.

The thin rubber sole of the upper shoe conveys the feel of a clear hard cobblestone. It felt like Fairy Square had cut a whole corner of the nature park and brought it, but from there the passage ahead was as solid stone as the spiral staircase.

However, the gray walls look rough with moss growing all the time or big cracks running. The cobblestone gap is broken, and the unknown weed grows there.

No intuitive pharmacy. "Weeds that have no effect. Worthless. I wish I was extinct," brings to mind the description I just dised here. Is this such an ability?

Weeds grow fine that way, but it's no different that this is an underground that can't possibly enter natural light or anything.

Lights are, of course, the white magic light of the example. However, the installation interval of magic light-emitting tiles, such as its fluorescent lamps, is sparse, and there is not enough light to be illuminated to the ends of the aisle. At the edge of that invisible darkness, I felt like a mozoli and a big bug had moved.

"Haha...... no way, such a big cockroach -"

Again, clammy, and breathtaking. For a moment, the shadow in his sight looked just like the brown eye, Japan's greatest hater, no matter what.

I'm not that bad at bugs, and I have no hesitation in smashing him with a rounded newspaper. But if the sole reaches palm size, I can't. I can't do anything anymore. It's not at a level beyond people's control. Humanity perishes.

With such warfare in mind, he continued to walk down the aisle early, without looking back or paying attention to the left and right. Fortunately, his creepy noise was completely deafening. Phew, I just exhaled relief from the bottom of my mind all the time, and the passage breaks.

"Divided... I mean, boulevard, I wonder"

At the end of the aisle, a long open space appeared. Large light-emitting tiles set on ceilings high enough to look up illuminate the view in front of you. A passage about the width of a two-lane road crosses my sight.

"Something like a long tunnel."

It's not a semi-circular roof or an orange sodium lamp, but it's like that. Whether you look to the right or to the left, the end of this large passage is drawing a loose curve and disappearing across the darkness. The atmosphere is likely to show up in the subway from there.

"Direction... right"

Open the magic notebook and check the direction of travel with the compass function. An arrow pointing to the right side of the aisle, above the blurry, white and glowing magic formations, does appear. No shaking, no braking, clearly.

I had nothing else to rely on, and I began to walk beyond any doubt, where the arrows confidently indicated.

"Really? Is this it?"

But if you keep walking in tunnels that can't be changed for half an hour, you can also zero in on nature and such stupidity. Even though I checked my notebook again, the arrow still only points in front of me.

Dozens to go further, even though I doubt it without meaning. The arrow changed direction.

"Wow... I wonder if you're okay, this way"

The arrows were pointing to a thin passage that peeked behind a nearly collapsed wall, clarity. Whatever you think, it looks like someone drilled it to the other side, not a properly opened aisle entrance.

As I walked down the tunnel to this point, I saw the walls breaking down as well, but if they told me to get in there, I'd hesitate a little bit.

But I can't help but worry. I slip my body into a big crack, forcibly making up a positive idea that this must have a shortcut effect.

The only way in that way is through a passage similar to when you first left Fairy Square. There is no change so much that I suspect that this dungeon is made up of two kinds: tunnels or dim passages.

In the meantime, it was then that I tried to walk out, not expecting a magnificent view that looked like a magical fantasy.

"- Dagoaaa!"

I heard voices.

"Who... no, not a person..."

At first, I wondered if anyone in my classmate was calling out there. But that voice is not Japanese, no matter how you hear it, a voice with the same nonlistenable murmur. Perhaps it is closer to the beast roaring because of its rough atmosphere rather than because there is someone who speaks a language from another world.

"... that room over there"

The voice is heard from across the door, halfway down the aisle that runs straight. Inside the room, it seemed brighter than here, with white light leaking out of a slightly open door gap. Just the right salt plum for a gentle peek.

Maybe this has a new demon following the armored bear. If they do, I still have no countermeasure. [M] Because the new spell given by the spell god Ruinhilde is unfortunately not an offensive move either.

Even though it might be dangerous, I couldn't resist the temptation to check inside the room. 'Cause I care, I care uninterruptedly. I mean, if there's a new demon, I'd at least like to make sure he looks like one. There might be some other information we can get.

Feeling the beat of dodging and nervousness, I slay my footsteps and approach the door with a solo. It gets louder and louder, like an unintelligible roar that reaches your ears. In the next moment, the Lord of this voice would kick through that wooden door and pop out, and such an imagination would pass through my brain, but eventually, I reached the front of the door.

Hold your breath, gently, peek inside through the gap -

"-!?

That I didn't scream, that I wasn't surprised and didn't make a sound. The only thing I didn't hit both poorly was a miracle. Because the indoor sights in the eyes were unimaginable.

"Eating people..."

Not in my voice, just in my heart, so crushed. People are eaten. Put it in words, that was all the reality in front of me.

The interior is a gallant, nothing stone room. Is it about half the size of the classroom? Three shadows at the end of the diagonal line with the door I peek into.

No, the sole is just really black in color. Under the white light like a fluorescent lamp, the blackening body surface like it slipped in that oil makes you feel the same disgust you felt when you saw a cockroach. But standing on two legs, holding things with two arms, boring on a black body, but putting clothes together. The figure is much closer to a human than a cockroach.

But no matter who doesn't explain it to me, I can understand that those three black bodies aren't human. Eating people, just in that regard, I don't want to recognize you as human.

"Ha... ha... hey, what is that monster..."

One person in the back of the room who wants three bodies - no, I've already clearly recognized them. He says it's definitely a classmate girl lying there. I could see the blue colour of the familiar sailor clothes in a bloody build-up like a punch of red and black two-coloured paint. Two white legs look oddly glossy, peeking from a pleated skirt.

I didn't know the name of the female student, even though I could see it so clearly. Because I can't see her face. From my position, I can only see the back of the dark haired semi-long head - not connected to my body anymore, only the back of my raw head rolling on the floor.

Speaking of which, her body had no arms as well as her head. The right arm is cut off from the shoulder and the left arm from the elbow.

Gucchari, gucchari and nasty chewing sounds. The lost arms were in the middle of each black guy holding them in his hands one by one and clutching them around his elongated white fish-like fingertips.

"Ugh... Ugh..."

Swallow the gastric juice that has been refluxing to your mouth at the inches. I saw a zombie movie with only a splatter glow depiction with Seung, and I wonder how much I could tolerate it.

Still, this overwhelmingly realistic cannibal scene is cruelty, misery, discomfort, disgust that can never be reproduced in any horror masterpiece...... oh disgusting, disgusting...... just even, disgusting.

Squeezing his middle finger on his right hand, the black guy's face looked chilly. It's uglier than a zombie.

The gourmet, round yellow eyeballs stand out in bright black skin. Even though you look glittery, you don't feel a golden glow, but cloudy like the yellow of a rotten egg.

The nose at the center of my face is crushed so low that it may be missing, but I don't even want to know if the human flesh tastes so good or if I'm excited to be eating girls, but I only found out that the fugafuga and the nose are rough.

And most importantly, it is the mouth that devours white fingers without wiping the dripping blood that makes you feel the most disgusting. Big mouth, the decadence that deviates from the expression. It is torn to the middle of the cheek. Peeping from the huge mouth are thin dirty messy pile teeth patterned with white and yellow and strangely long red tongues. The teeth shrug off the meat of the galloping fingers, and the tongue crawls through the fingertips of the flesh-peeled bones, like a leech without missing a drop of blood.

It's a sight to look straight at, but these two guys who are eating their hands are still the best. The worst part is, already. The hem of the sailor clothes turned up, and Soitz is sticking his face into the white, sneaky stomach that fanatically peeled off. Just in the middle of a belly that looks like a heso. From there, they're dragging cheats and intestines out and eating. You have two arms, dog eating like a wild dog fishing raw waste out of a garbage bag. It is an ugly dining landscape that is less intelligent than a monkey's.

"Ha... ha... ha, hurry... run - eh!?

"Guara!

Suddenly, the whole thing raised its sharp voice. He threw down his eating right hand and instead held the rusty axe that was hanging from his waist and turned around. Yeah, I'm peeking, by the door.

Oh, shit, they found me.

"Degieyeye!"

I thought, I turned back again as it was. Apparently, you didn't realize I existed.

Oh, my God, damn it, you freak me out. I had such a vice in my heart, that was then.

Dan! And the dull noise burst all over the room. What's that noise - my eyes capture his behavior more accurately than I doubt.

He shook down the axe he had in his hand. Where are you going? It's settled. It's on her body. What they were after was the legs. Around the base of the thigh.

Dundan, dodd. The dull sound of beating meat continuously. He kept waving his reddish rusty blade like crazy, seemingly badly cut to see. The next thick thigh of the waist in the human body is struck by an uncut axe several times. It is scraped off by a rattle rather than by a spur cut.

An unbroken scar is engraved red on the leg of a bloody blue and white girl. Give me momentum. A clear water-colored underwear peeks from the skirt that rose, but instead the vibrancy was only accentuated. It's supposed to be a dream sight to be able to worship a woman's pants with dignity, but it's only a scene of nightmares because he slaps his axe in a heartbeat.

Yes, this is a real nightmare. An armored bear attacked me, snatched my core from my mouth. What a warmth of such misfortune. I even think of myself as the happiest person in the world right now. Because this is how I live, and she's dead, eaten. Guchagucha and nasty, eaten and scattered by such a savage and ugly monster.

"Gveye!"

A roaring sound lingered behind my ear. Must be a forcefully chopped sound of a femur dimensioned up to half way. That way, he finally holds his chopped legs with both hands and wears them with a big, dirty mouth to his obsessed and fleshy thighs.

I can make you understand, even if you don't like it, that you are wholeheartedly satisfied with the prey you have spoken, that you stand up with the worst voices of ear damage, like Goo and Boo.

"I don't like it... I don't like it anymore..."

As I began the ugly takeover around the eating sprinkles of my thighs, whether the other two had been inspired by the one that devoured my feet, I reached my limit and slowly followed the scene with my trembling feet.

As an observation, enough. Too much already. Turns out there are cannibals in this dungeon who are happy to devour human flesh.

You can still call him a ghost because he has no hair and grows two warped short horns like a freaky rolled shell from a more null bald head than a tulu.

"I have to run... absolutely, anything... from this place"

Driven by the overwhelming fear that gushed from the bottom of my heart, I went early, ahead of the dark passage.