Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

Destrap and the Green Crowler, a monster of immortality more than the Exile that appeared when it was deactivated.

The yuts who overtook them took the main road and reached the next room.

"This is..."

"That's a good hobby!

His real name turned away and Larsia cheered. There, it was the extreme of his evil taste.

The face of a distressed person.

In an elongated space about 10 metres wide and about five times as deep, the relief that pictured it was arranged narrowly.

Besides, only this space is politely lit up properly.

"Obviously, there's something popping out of your mouth and your eyes."

"If you hadn't come out, I'd be surprised."

Bad nature had a lever installed in the back of the room. I don't even know what it is, but it looks important.

"As always, you have a bad personality..."

As impressed. And cover your mouth with your hands, disgusting with the very thing.

Habits when Yut thinks.

Larsia, who found herself aiming for it, laughed that it was going to be interesting and, in fact, that expectation would be fulfilled.

"Okay."

Not realizing he could turn such a gaze, Yut looked back.

At the end of his gaze, the true name that draws Lepre's hand.

"Because of this, shall I have my real name in command here?"

"Yes, I get it...... yeah eh!?"

After trying to nod reflexively, his real name shouted out. The screams echo in the quiet dungeons.

"Your husband (master) has followed the board a lot."

"Nori Tsukomi......"

The unknown word was repeated with no expression by Lepre.

"Interpreting as it is, the act of affirming it once and then denying it. Interesting with sudden expansion and discrepancies, advanced discourse......?

"Oh, my God, it's bad for education..."

"Whatever you say, Noritsuki, take command, or if your real name shows you how to attack me, feel like we're gonna follow it."

Something like OJT as a yurt?

If it were really dangerous, I wouldn't do this.

I have as much trust as I can believe.

"Okay. Because of this, let me do it."

"It's a fight, master."

"I'm not asking you to attack with me, but be a little more nervous"

After turning a sharp gaze at the tablet's makina, his real name sighed as to whether it would not work with this degree of novel.

Really, it's bad for Lepree's education.

"It was a true story that relationships can't be a glimmer."

"Exactly. This is also field training."

"Shut up, please"

As for the treatment of Makina later, now, the dungeon's offense.

Anyway, it looks like we're gonna have to do something about that lever. But you don't have to put the earlier destrap out to pick it up, and it can't be easy to get there.

"First, we need to find out how dangerous that relief is."

"Rikai, Rikai. Want me to run a little attack on you?

"Please don't"

If they do that, they'll drop it from the beginning.

"Safely, if you have the means to identify a threat…"

"Right. I don't know your real name. Is that a spell?

It's the basics of times like this. Crushing, Yut retrieved the spell document.

"Invisible Servant"

From there, when you release three pages into the cleavage universe, the pages of the spell document split innumerably. When it emitted light, a translucent people-shaped silhouette appeared.

A puppet built with pure magic, unwilling. That appears about 20 bodies, waiting for Yut's orders to stand still.

"It's a spell to make you do simple tasks,"

When Yut and I waved down gently, the Invisible Servant slowly proceeded to the example room.

As I passed the relief on my distressed face, a ray of light emanated from its mouth.

The rays capture the Invisible Servant of the Unknown, causing the signs to disappear and cry.

"Exactly, let me just be vigilant. It was just a decoration! I mean, there wasn't."

I thought it was gonna be five minutes.

The rays thrown out of every mouth are rambling, as if to respond to it. Light dances, as if fireworks burst in a narrow space.

In the end, it did not go 10 meters, and 20 Invisible Servants were wiped out.

"... terrible"

Even Lepre, a miserable situation with no other words.

"As it is, well, it is assumed that there will be an attack. It's going to be dangerous to fly over there on Moment Move (Teleport)... If this happens, raise the lever with a spell or bow or arrow."

After being sufficiently distant from the entrance to the facial room, his real name sets a policy for early mouthing. Yut and Exile. And Larsia stays near the entrance to the room.

"Okay, I'll do it."

"Yes. Please."

Are you listening to the reply of your real name or are you not there?

Larsia held the arrow silently, releasing it unconstitutionally.

With a bow you can't imagine from a small body, an arrow flies for a lever. No, I can just tell that because there's noise. In the eyes of his real name, he can't see the arrow itself.

Neither the rays that destroyed the Invisible Servant were fired late, nor were they scuffed by arrows.

"Wow......"

"I don't think it's human business."

Even if you let the lever hit you with a brilliant shot, Larsia will never make a proud face.

While his real name is surprised at it, he looks at the consequences of raising the lever.

There was no alarm.

But it was unexpected in the first place.

"Don't bite your tongue."

"... Yes?

Exile wielded Spike Flail, and its chains tied his true name and replay together.

Immediately afterwards, there is a sound from beneath my feet.

Floating at the same time.

It's a pit.

Yes, I could understand the situation because there was a stream of rivers that made a roaring noise at the end of the blinking gaze.

But that doesn't end there.

A sudden downward airflow emerged from the sky, shaking the chain greatly.

"- Huh."

The voiceless scream, which was raised. No, if Exile hadn't kept me with that rigidity, it wouldn't have been to the extent of screaming.

If I was alarmed that the "Flight" spell was on, I would have been knocked down by a gust of wind from above.

Fall into a dark river and where it will be transported......

To my own imagination, my real name shuddered for a long time.

"If I drop Makina here..."

"Now I think I heard a joke I shouldn't have heard...?

"A joke? Me?

"Pull it up quickly! Harry! Harry!"

The only ones who fell into the pit were the real names and reps who took a distance from the entrance to the room. The Yuts were safer... than just positioned to think they knew this was going to happen.

"It was an attraction that Jonah was going to be delighted with..."

"Smudge, don't say"

A rep with a constant true name for breath and a totally complete reaction of 'none'.

I wonder if it's been a little too much, Yut reflects.

"This is an extreme example, because this is what traps poking at blind spots in recognition are. I can't help it if I'm not used to it."

"... if I fell into that river, what would have happened?

"That's the Lete River, so I guess I lost all my memory or knowledge"

…………

No more words.

His real name meditated quietly as he stared at the slowly closing pit.

"... it's retaliation. In my ideas and experience, it's out of my control."

"The evil god Dasktum is unwilling to let him attack… I wonder if he is unwilling to let go of the evil triumph Regeleia Trinity"

Larsia tapped lightly on the shoulders of the two as Hate to Dasktum God rose.

"Both of you, not yet. If you can't be selfless by middle school, it's hard to keep playing tennis."

"Sure. Hopefully, I'll be able to smell it by graduation."

"What are you talking about..."

To the circumstance of contemplative Larsia and Makina, the real name remembers cosmic root fears. But one man and one plane can't care less about that.

"Yut."

"I got it."

Communicating with words, Larsia searches out the walls of the aisle.

A few minutes later.

Larsia thumbed up a lot around the time her real name finally got herself back.

"Oh, there it is."

"... what is it?

"Secret door."

"I see. Hidden doors...... yes?

It's a true name with more dungeon experience these days. As many times as I've hit a hidden door. But I've never seen or heard of hidden doors or anything else that exists in nothing in a passage like this.

But Larsia looked more natural than confident...

"The key... this is good. Traps, none. I don't even hear things..."

That's all I've reported, Exile comes forward.

Without saying anything, Larsia falls back, and further back, Yut hands the spell document.

"Usually, it was Val's job to open the door."

Reflectively, I wondered what that was, but on second thought - even if I didn't think about it - it was more appropriate than ever.

Even my real name, so much so that I know.

Leaving aside the feeling of such a true name, Exile, drifting an autonomous magic shield beside him, pushed the wall designated for Larsia.

Originally, is it light, or is it because it's an exile?

The wall made the same noise as the pit and opened it up lightly.

Really, hidden doors existed.

"Insanity..."

"Is this God's way..."

Where Lepre has questioned his identity, the full picture of the next room is revealed.

Me, countless flames lit up at the same time.

Flames of resentment. Those are vain orbital lit eyes.

Taking that as a signal, countless skeletons stood up in the center of the room. With a curved sword in his hands on four arms, rattling with a clatter.

"Hih."

The real name with the sight made a short scream and ran out with all his might.

We have to leave. We have to leave.

If you run to the right, the relief room with the distressed face.

Run left, Destrap's room.

Either way. I don't mind dying.

You have to run. You have to run.

"It's okay. I'm not scared."

When, and how did you get ahead of it? Yut gently embraced his true name in a state of panic.

"Sempai......"

In its pluckness, the consciousness of the true name gradually becomes clear….

"Please let me go."

In a different way than earlier, his real name pulled off Yut.

It's embarrassing, embarrassing, embarrassing, embarrassing to have been held by Yut back to sanity rather than trying to escape driven by fear.

I can't face it. I can't. I can't.

"It's okay, it's okay. 'Cause that's the kind of monster that launches those mental attacks."

"... is that right..."

I think I can blame Skeleton for all the ugliness I'm in.

That reassuring true name can be hung up by the chase.

"You don't have to be depressed. Because when you're young, there's a lot going on. A lot."

"Yes. When you're young, a lot..."

My real name collapsed just like that.

"No. What a privileged seat."

Larsia, who has no choice but to watch battle and mourn, gives a truly easy-going voice from the bottom of her heart.

But the multi-armed skeleton that Exile confronts alone wasn't just a skeleton.

It's not just the fear effect of that orbital flame.

If we were closer to normal, we would have been aiming for that move and eating the foot payment. A multi-armed skeleton.

But it didn't.

The orbital flames disappear for a moment, as does Skeleton himself.

At the next moment, a fleshy - but boney - multi-armed skeleton slashes him with two pairs of weapons in short range Moments of Travel (Teleport).

But Exile is immovable.

Leave the defense to the autonomous shield. In the first place, don't worry about some scratches or anything. I swung through Spike Flail unconstitutionally.

"Wow, wow!"

Exactly, not this time with a single blow, but the wall called Eggyzail, which stands in front of a hidden door, is unbreakable.

Dealing with a multi-armed skeleton like a wave that hits you won't pull a step. Instead, it even looked like the skeletons, who were supposed to have no emotions, were under barometric pressure.

"So you're amplifying strengths and compensating for weaknesses with role sharing."

Lepre sums up the yuts since entering the infinite labyrinth of good and evil.

Again, it's a little crazy.

"Nevertheless, it's surprising that monsters don't make sense"

"Well, who can fight each other with those two, the dragons who have lived for over a thousand years or the demons (Demon Lord)..."

Or God.

Yut's words, which he put up on the shelf about himself, could not be uttered until the end.

A flash of lightheadedness.

Suddenly, the scenery changed.

There was no need to look around, and a dark curtain existed high above the front.

"I've been waiting for you, humans"

A blonde boy is sitting on the throne with his mobile console in his arms.

The look is fierce to call a boy. All the more so when compared to the gruesome look on the face of his wicked beloved wife Beatrice, leaning aside.

"I know, I know."

Yut also nodded invincibly, reaching for the bag of infinite storage.

What was taken out of it was a large LCD TV, not a mobile console...... Exile to receive it, plainly, as if you knew you would. It doesn't even make you feel as good as the dew, such as the fierce battle you had earlier.

"Yut, where do you put it?

Anxiety in front of God, like, a friend who came to help me move.

"Let's make it your wall side. I'll give you the generator, too."

LCD TVs, TV sets, seats, generators, and a variety of old and new mounting hardware and software.

The Between God is reborn into an impromptu game room.

"Come on, races, gay, puzzles, board games...... There's more, but which one do you want?

"Ra-su? Kakeshi? Pussy......?

The evil god Dasktum parrots back a genre I've never even heard of.

From the face of God, the fierce mask peeled off.