Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

A hover bike runs down the midnight highway.

From the body of the carbon, which is blacker than darkness, there is a distinctive heavy bass.

There is no speed limit on unmanned highways. The hydrogen engine hoverbike flowed backwards as the headlamp light became a band of light as painted in the brush.

"Master, we'll catch up in 150 seconds."

"I know...... I do!

Naruto (Mai Na) responded with further acceleration to the warning of the support AI projected in 3D from the meter panel of the hover bike.

With the shock that my body is likely to take behind me, the dark hair clumped together on the side tail winds up. Helmets, etc., have blown away somewhere.

Rather than mourning it, Narcotics That was as much as I wanted to thank you for having my head and body stuck together.

"Rear, Type: Confirm signs of ghosting (ether) of Aishuair"

"They're serious too...... ugh"

Unconcealable anxiety and awe in a polite tone. And there was frustration lurking.

Of course, I wasn't jealous of the look of the support AI - specifically the chest - which is somewhat more stylish than I am.

That is also evident from the fact that the hoverbike has made another acceleration.

Not to escape. To accomplish the mission.

Qin Noh, a third-degree combat magician belonging to the Hyung-chul Conference (Danishmend), was headed to a place where there was one with an important mission.

Behind it, an ancient creature was imminent, super fast that could not be beat by a hoverbike.

A black purple torso that moves with a soft, noose, similar to that of an eel. The tip has a round mouth, around which the protrusion protrudes.

Ten pairs - a total of twenty paws growing feet are moving properly, chasing away hoverbikes over 150 km/h.

Aishuaia.

An extinct Cambrian animal, considered the ancestor of clawed animals.

The monster chasing Narcotics was very similar to that.

But Aishuair was supposed to be up to about 6 cm long, but going after Narcotic Na (Mai Na) is 100 times better.

Fossils and fruits should be huge and real.

Double odd monsters, however, are no longer commonplace for people living (...) now.

2070 A.D.

The world had been forced to fight invaders from super ancient times.

Its beginnings, 20 years ago. Chicago, IL, USA.

All of a sudden, ancient creatures appeared in large cities inhabited by millions of people. It is also said that a woman called it, but it is officially considered unexplained.

Later known as the Paleozoic Monster, it's all more gigantic than the day it was born. Allowance or gradual bait - showed signs of the spread of eating away humans.

The resurrected ancient creatures, usually not donating weapons, were eventually thought to have been wiped out by nuclear flames, but that was not the end of it.

Physical (ether) transformation - that is, escaping the flames of the nucleus by becoming only conscious and spiritual. Normally the weapon did not work, for the same reason.

Therein emerged the Savior's meeting of Hyung-chul (Danishmend).

The causal recoil (backlash) also disappears with the emergence of the Paleozoic Monster.

They kept the mystical lifeblood. They no longer had to stay on the backstage, and use a theoretical spell to repel ancient creatures.

Since then, he has remained at the forefront of the battle against the resurrected ancient creature - the Paleozoic Monster, which lasted more than 20 years.

"Type: Confirmation of ghost (ether) of Aishuair"

"Re-emergence position."

- Front.

At the same time as hearing the voice of the support AI, Narcotics reached for the lower back holster.

To match it, the hover bike stops suddenly so that it can relax. It wasn't done by Narcotics. Maneuvering authority had already been transferred to support AI.

Therefore, Narcotics concentrates only on shooting.

In the hands of Narcotics is Mars Marauder II. An automatic pistol sold by Seattle-based Mars Corp. as a successor to a masterpiece gun marauder. Caliber 9 mm. Number of loads 15. It's a single action heavy pistol.

Notably, the wire (wired link) will control the shooting.

It is directly wired to the connector behind the neck, which has made the idiom 'pull the trigger' a thing of the past. Triggers by thought control knock the bullet in without a half-month delay.

Sometimes this moment creates boundaries.

Specifically, of life and death.

As the support AI said, the type: Aishuair appeared in front of me.

The contours shake as if it were a CG, and what is a creepy look is the appearance of a fantastic sight on the back.

Narcotics Na was looking over the targeting view projecting Aishua into the cyber-eye.

No fear, no exaltation.

I've done this many times. Just intercept the enemies of humanity.

"If you want peace, prepare for the battle!

Along with the chant of the euphemism (Test Word), three 9mm parabellum rounds were thrown out. Muzzle flash brings up a neat look very similar to Narcotics' grandmother.

As you can see from the fact that I needed chanting, it's not just bullets. This special bullet contains scroll ashes and demon sword fragments.

This works for paleozoic monsters who don't normally donate weapons.

That sucks into the oral cavity with protrusions around it - a moment.

White gel-shaped mucus was spit out of Aishuair's protrusion, enveloping the bullet. It does not penetrate, and the special bullet falls vainly to the ground with the mucus.

"Knock."

A hoverbike backed off at a high speed. This is also autopilot with support AI.

Narcotics cut the line (wired link) with Mars Marauder II while stopping on a hoverbike with both legs as if he knew he would.

A masterpiece and a deceitful heavy pistol roll down the highway.

Instead, Narcotics took it out with a swing of a Japanese knife.

No matter, it's not like Dada or insanity.

Cricala, a melee weapon for anti-Paleozoic monsters, developed by Houkokok Heavy Industries.

Named after the sword of wisdom that breaks troubles, the Japanese knife was born from the processing of powdered steel and titanium clad metal with magical silver (Mithral).

Created with modern technology and materials, the paleozoic monster would not have been planned had it not appeared.

But because of its origins, the blade print is demonic and beautiful. Ironically, when I pursued the sharpness, I even prepared myself for beauty.

"Makina!"

"Assault begins."

For many years - and that's what I've learned since I was born - I don't need words for the combination I've cultivated. A hoverbike surfaces on the spot and fleshes beyond the mucus that swallowed the bullets to the enemies of humanity.

Type: Aishuair also shakes up and intercepts his legs with long nails. It's a monster as long as six meters. If you eat it properly, you can't just put on a narcotics suit that covers your whole body.

- But.

"Flaming Sword" Blazing Weapon ""

Moving around, Narcotics activated the magic.

Using an instantly activated theoretical spell that does not require a spell document, Criccarat's body is engulfed in a magical flame.

The moment Aishuair's nails touch - a flash.

In the dark, a trajectory emerges as if the child had waved a handheld fireworks.

There is no response. The blade just ate into Aishuair's leg as if it were going to sink into the water, and he slashed it off as it was.

But that's not the end of it. The hoverbike lowered his neck and dived straight into the monster's torso.

In line with the manipulation of the support AI, Narcotic Nana entrusts herself to the dilated reflex nerve.

"- I'm coming."

The semi-mechanical controlled flesh waved its blade overhead without losing balance even on the diseased hoverbike.

A flash - then, it doesn't end.

The Combat Reflex, a reinforcing reflex nerve embedded in her flesh, allows for a triple slash Three Round Burst in one breath.

Criccarat's blade feeds into the torso of an ancient creature, and a flame-wrapped sword wields fierceness.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh"

It greatly contradicted the bovine body and raised the scream of the severed demon.

The type who was torso torn apart by additional continuous strikes: Aishuair turned into a particle of light on the spot.

Hunted.

I knocked him out.

Eliminated.

But we don't have to pay the price.

"Ha ha..."

"Master..."

"It's the usual thing. No problem."

Hover bike slowing down.

Narcotics smiles forcibly at his pale appearance as he spits and throws away his bloody spit on the highway.

It also seemed painful to be standing, slowly lowering his back to the seat.

You can say that the compatibility of cyberwares and biowares with the theoretical spells sucks. The principle is still unknown, but activation of the spell will be significantly more difficult.

Therefore, the magician (wizard) who housed the cyberware is burnt out (Burnout). Consequently, life (wet) is honored at the Dainishmend Conference, which binds the Mage of the Earth (wizard).

This is why the disdain of no spell document (bookless), no matter how powerful Narcotics is, is the third level stop.

Still, Narcotics, that doesn't shake.

Because you're getting results, of course there are. I have faith and pride in my own style of combat.

But more than anything. My grandmother smiled at me, "You fight like an old mate," she said.

That's why Narcotics can keep fighting.

"Makina, how long does it take to get to your destination"

"If there's no jamming, it's about 20 minutes."

"Good job, buddy."

More so than earlier. Smiling, Narcotics. That slowly closes his eyes.

"But give me a break."

I'll take care of it.

The hoverbike ran through the highway as it cleaved through the dark night.

However, be as quiet and gentle as possible to keep passengers awake.

Mandate imposed on Narcotics Na.

It was the reconnaissance of a magic spot that suddenly appeared.

Support AI - arrived exactly 20 minutes later, as contracted by Makina. There were other colleagues with the same mandate, but the only one who seemed to arrive was Narcotics.

Whether or not there will be a succession, it is only God who knows.

"This is..."

Narcotics got off the hover bike at the entrance. That looks around.

Moderately planted trees.

Bench for breaks.

Street lights installed at equal intervals.

A fountain that would have been designed to be a symbol.

It just looks like a park with no weirdness whatsoever.

No matter how many cyber-eyes you make observations, the conclusions are the same.

That's why it's unusual.

A miracle just because a place like this exists in the modern age where this paleozoic monster roams.

Air pockets as if they were left over from the times.

"It may not be a mistake, though, to speculate by the Investigation Department that the junction was stretched."

"I just want to rule out the prediction..."

He also admitted that Narcotics would be right about Makina's words.

So why did the junction suddenly break? In the first place, what is here?

"Let's go for that fountain first"

Along with a hover bike on an automatic cruise (auto cruise), Narcotics begins moving to the center of the park. The footprint is solid and the aftermath of the battle is not felt.

"Master, be careful."

"I know."

A Japanese knife held in one hand - lightly raised Criccarat, Narcotics That responded to Makina.

Lose as much and arrive at the fountain.

But I can't confirm anything abnormal. There was also no response to the cyber-eye dark vision function or infrared vision. It's just a fountain. It may be an anomaly to say that it is moving late at night that no one has seen......

"What do you know about Magic Sense Magic?"

Narcotics, who often looked out at the fountain, reaches for the hover bike as if to regain his mind. I'm trying to retrieve the spell documents that I used because I don't usually use them.

"How long have you been here!?"

"Unknown."

- At some point, I realized I was surrounded.

There was an old man poking his wand.

There was a child who carried a landscape.

There was a middle-aged man in a suit.

There was an old woman with a bent back.

There was a young woman who burned the day she wore a flashy outfit.

And the look was fundamentally lacking in refinement.

"This is Akana (Mai), a third-degree combat magician from the Hyun-chul Conference (Danishmend). This place is under the control of the Hyun-chul Conference."

- We have confirmed signs of ghost (ether) transformation.

"Knock..."

It would be a lie to say I didn't expect it, but I didn't want it to happen.

At the same time that Narcotics sets up Criccarat, the people surrounding him begin to pervert.

The contours of the body are blurred, twisted, turned, and transformed without distinction between young and old.

Type: Halkigenia.

One of the most well-known organisms of the Cambrian period.

Seven pairs of feet at the bottom of a thin, long body. It has a long spiked thorn at the top. Supposedly it was a meat eater, but now that it has become a paleozoic monster and is in the present world, it devours whether it is a living person or not.

Type: Shangan Gear.

An organism very similar to an isoginchuk with more than a dozen tentacles lined up on a cylindrical body.

Now that he has become a paleozoic monster, he freely floats through the air and preys on food with his tentacles.

Type: Kerrigmakera.

There are two pairs of tails, with tentacles and fins for capturing other prey. Eyes don't exist. The fins also have the ability to walk, supposedly walking beneath the sea.

It is inherently an aquatic organism, but now that it has become a paleozoic monster, there is no point in such a distinction.

The Paleozoic Monster, an invader from different worlds, extended its habitat to the rest of the world by possessing humans.

Hidden in human society, it creates its own colonies, the means of which are unknown but they are even more numerous. An example of a town taken over and devastated after a fierce battle is not good for a hundred.

"Recommend withdrawal"

"If you're going to let me get away with it, I'd love to."

Current situation surrounded by paleozoic monsters. The stern face of my grandmother's concession distorts me to an ironic smile.

Break the siege and escape. Do you want to hold on and wait for backup? The options that can be taken are limited and the possibilities that can be realised are even more limited.

When I was forced to bet too poorly, and Narcotics was about to self-destruct.

"This as soon as I woke up? Larsia told me, 'Thanks to your daily deeds! I don't know what they're gonna say."

"... Huh?

There was no context, and a voice emanated from behind. Suddenly signs of appearance, Narcotics. That can't hide the upset.

"Chronos Eyes"

Moreover, there was no time to ascertain who the Lord of the Voice was, and the theoretical spell was exercised.

The moment I feel it, Narcotics' consciousness interrupts.

The next thing she saw was the appearance of the paleozoic monsters burned down by the fire.

"What the hell..."

No, I know. The Lord of the Voice has driven him away. literally in an instant.

"Are you..."

Narcotics looks back in horror.

With the fountain on his back, he wore a white robe and a brunette boy with a spell document in his hand.

"Long time no see, Professor."

"... surprised, makina"

A two-dimensional beautiful girl in 3D footage (holograms), a supporting AI - feeling contradictory but not otherwise expressive - spoke to her intimately before Narcotics.

"Yes, but it's just another copy of the original, branched copy."

"Identity issues? If that's what you mean, I'm just an original, branched being - a spirit (brunch), too."

A boy in a white robe shrugged his shoulder in self-derision.

Are you moaning? Or are you, on the contrary, enjoying this situation? To Narcotics, I couldn't tell from either.

Besides, I can't even be sure.

Things go on, leaving her behind.

"Odd Doll, Son-in-law"

"Odd Doll? You were after me, this development"

Again, a redhead beauty who suddenly appeared.

The pitch-black dress that surrounds her looks like a mattress that envelops her white skin. It also contrasts beautifully with deep redheads like fireworks, with brilliant crowns on it.

Glossy and slutty.

Slutty and noble.

Makes the beholder wander, bone him, and wants to beg for obedience himself.

That was such a woman.

Despite this, Robe's boy is flat.

"If things were going the way they intended, we wouldn't have met again here."

"... not at all"

It's like we hate each other. Now, the reward of a word that feels familiar.

"Empress…"

The culprit who brought the Paleozoic Monster into the world. Bringing the world into the vortex of chaos, red-haired woman.

An evil empress whose existence has not been recognized publicly and has only been spoken of on the back of the world.

Why, she's here.

Why are you exchanging words with the boy who helped you?

Narcotics, I didn't understand that as one thing.

"Stop and reunite with your son-in-law. That it's worth bringing the mourning of extinct beings into this world."

"I thought I'd do something, so I left my spirit body (brunch)... sounds like you made it look pretty flashy"

"Whatever. If it's a concubine,"

"Ma, wait!

So...

Then it's as if the Empress unleashed the Paleozoic Monster on Earth to meet Robe's boy.

"I don't..."

Impossible. Out of track.

"Ho."

The Empress's gaze, which only saw Robe's boy, was accidentally directed to Narcotics. Narcotics in an overly lewd and luscious stand-up. That is barometric and takes two steps backwards.

Not a single piece of interest in such a way, but the Empress drops a bomb of words.

"Daughter, apparently, of the son-in-law."

"What is it..."

"But not that abominable Cavalier of the Diocese (Paladin), nor the Blind Virgin, nor the bride of White Son's little daughter."

"Is...?

I mean, this robe boy...... no, this man is his own blood relative.

So you're saying that you had your hands on all three women, too?

Impossible conclusion.

But Makina affirms it from the side.

"Of course, Knight Woman (Dim)... not a descendant of Miss Acorn"

"That's where you're gonna say it."

"Even though your first husband (master) is willing, I have some thoughts. It doesn't have to be technically the same individual."

"Heh heh heh. Fine. Actually, fine."

Before Robe's boy said anything, the empress laughed sluttily.

"So, son-in-law. Let's have a full welcome later."

"I don't mind settling in here."

"That's too frivolous."

"... I know."

Robe's boy and the empress smile and hit each other in the gaze.

But that won't last long either.

When the red-haired empress smiled as pure as a maiden, she left a kaoru and disappeared.

What was left was Narcotica, Makina. And the still unnamed robe boy.

The robe boy speaks to Narcotics as he makes himself a little troubled.

"Well. I'm sorry, but I don't know what's going on either. I want you to tell me a lot about what's going on in these days."

"Okay. Let me hit you."

"... let's spoil and accept"

"Oh. That's right, Professor."

A dull shock sounded in the park late at night.

2070 A.D. Age of confusion and sunset.

Ancient times came back to life in modern times, when the Great Mage (Arch Mage) and the demigod met.

The world is caught in a vortex of chaos, and the burnt-out sorcerer (wizard) flirts with his destiny.

No one knows the end of it yet.