Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 69 Morning Souvenir Shop Fake Labyrinth

I came to the other world with the worst different world transitions and had a long and worst day... but today was the worst morning ever. 'Cause there can't be any more tragedy for boys in high school than welcoming the mornings with over 30,000 old men!

"Kid, you're early. All right, prepare breakfast for thirty. No, it's for forty."

Not fast, I'm not sleeping! 'Cause old man 30,000 or something. You're so bitter you can't sleep, and you're so busy supplying the noblemen over here, you have to trap them on the side of Murimuri Castle over there, right?

And in the morning, in front of the ops chart, the nobles discuss that it's not even a... Well, thanks to all these futile instructions, it's helping. 'Cause if the soldiers on the scene act instantly, we can't chase traps this way, and the number of people who say 30,000 at any rate is the number that can fill a false labyrinth. It would have been only a retreat by Stonegolem, without the possibility of using delayed tactics if they had taken advantage of the quantity and simultaneously launched a fast attack at once. If it did, it wouldn't have bothered me, and the church would have moved faster. Yet the nobles, these are the old men who can actually use the information leakage feature of the self-retarding tactics that they order to report. Besides, you may be an all-you-can-do expert.

"By night, I want to go into the castle. I didn't know noble people like us had to spend time in a hole like this."

"Well don't say that, it's a day of patience. And now our clan is a clan of labyrinth trespassers heroes, and now we need to make a big face for the countryman Omui, etc."

"Not a bad family of heroes, but they don't have the color."

"That's what I'd rather see if I got into the border, country girl, but I hear the border woman looks and tastes good."

"Um, why don't you taste that and see. If you don't mind, you can just crush this hole."

Hmm? I'm not disagreeing with you boys in high school that you don't have enough color, but does taste make you crazy? I didn't know you were one of the bitches. Looks like some horrible enemy was hiding out there! But it seems weak? I mean, these old men, they attack the city of sticks, and they end up getting full bogged down? Yeah, that's Seriously Shura over there, that's the terror of the border, because it's a magical place with all the wives (aunts) with sticks and gear! You're gonna get your head cracked before you get your head around it, aren't you? Seriously.

It's finally a bouncing stone swamp at the midpoint. It's an easy course to fly across a boulder in the swamp, but in the swamp it becomes a lysate for the corrosive effect. But he didn't want to see the old man naked festival, but he didn't have to, so he buried it in the tips and tunnels to bridge it. Well, that would be the right decision, I don't like the naked old guys either, and they're oiling the last one of those bouncing stones... like they can't all hook up to that one for some reason? Yeah, I'm changing the color to just that last one every now and then... we're all gonna jump on it, right? That's how it slips and falls! Why don't they all understand what it's like to be a maker? I thought it was a shake, so I'm reading the air and jumping on it? "Don't step on it. Don't step on it! ♪ Like? ♪

You can go deeper down the marsh bottom and get out of my way, but I don't want to see the old man naked festival, so let's move on here. Yeah, 'cause I don't like it.

And between trap stairs, between stairs with rows of stairs. It's a pretty tough trap to make when you step off the steps and it slides and falls to the bottom, huh? The corrosive liquid also runs out, so it can slip down to the bottom and be a naked definitive trap. 'Cause it was a project that the chairman of the committee had worked so hard to write and bring to the picture, it was a hassle, but I couldn't say no, so I hired him, right? Yet it was a trap where no one had made it this far and there was no turning. Yeah, the chairman of the committee seemed so sad and pathetic when the princesses and daughters were telling us they didn't make it through here - he wanted to drop it? Could you have wanted to melt your clothes?

And it takes an hour for a bunch of old men to keep slipping and understanding how it works. Another hour before I can find the trap steps from there...... an old hell painting where my clothes will slide off all the time! Ha, no way, Mr President of the Commission wanted to see this! Hey, Mr. Chairman's old strip hobby, suspicious discovery? Yeah, if I ask, I'm gonna get bumped.

And the lunch for 30,000 people is selling out, and I'm sure we're running out of stockpiles-- it's painful. The menu is made of vegetable crumb soup like thin water, direct from the orphans, with shards of kachikachi bread but full of quantities. The orphans ate this all day long, and even in small quantities. That's how I've come to life desperately, so I won't let this dish complain, so much so that the humans who go to kill the people on the border won't be able to do it at the last supper.

It looks like all the general soldiers in the third division have escaped already, I guess the clan of sneak-tailed daughters gave them a proper guide to get away with it. But the center of the third division is gathered the noble children, this is the king's army, the third division has been taken over, and the royal power has been shifted to the culprit. And they're the ones who don't have a problem baking because they're old men saying they're kids.

But...... can this get out by night? There is a humiliating record for boys high school that they will spend one day and night in a cave with over 30,000 old men as it is. Because I've been baking for 24 hours now, and I still can't even see the exit, the limits of my patience are being tested! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

It may be time for Mr Chairman of the Armor Committee to head this way, so one can be stopped, but it is still early. The chairmen of the committee are as early as tomorrow, well they can't do it on boulders tonight, so tomorrow morning. Normally, it would take until after noon. And Meri, your fathers should take more than two days, even if only elite, and probably the slowest departure. And the Otas and Mr. Slime... they won't make it. So even in time, we can only stop up to three, and in the fourth and fifth, this one has to retreat.

The Otas are reasonably good, I never imagined they'd attack, but that's good. I finally got to the other world really, but my feelings were stuck again because that was with my classmates...... apparently, we finally got free, we finally got mad, we finally came to the other world and realized that we were mad. I finally got free from everything, so I can't help it all. I put Mr. Slime on it and he seemed to be right. Yeah, one pair of brave men from another world is finally awake.

The Mogadishu... don't wake up and sleep all the time, so let's not think about it. Yeah, I guess that's just good if we can fight, huh? 'Cause those guys only want to fight. It's just that I finally got something from the other side of the world, here, that I've lived for and never realized. Besides, I didn't think about it anyway, so it doesn't matter?

And I ended up failing again, trying to do something about it all, even though it's all so impossible. If I'm screwed, I have to pay, I'm not allowed to pay anymore, but I'm not some neckless king brother, but I don't have anything else to pay for, either, do I? So stop only what can be stopped, protect only what can be protected. Looks like that's all we can do now.

In the end, there's always not enough at the end. But I knew there were 43 of them. That's how many people came to the other world. Yet there are not thirteen more. I killed him, and I killed one. So I'm sure there's no reason enough to say how conveniently I calculated it.

So I don't have anything else to pay for. By now, I'm sure the foolish king's younger brother will have been scolded by everyone by returning the substitute king to his younger brother. He's an incompetent old man who's been running around the kingdom with his own neck all this time, to no avail until the end. So, that fool king saved the kingdom, that's why it's my turn. Let's run around with about our necks even if we can't save them like old men.

"Hey, kid. Do you sell shoes? Oh, if not, go buy them. Hurry!"

I've made plenty of shoes, but making old man's shoes didn't make anything fun, so if I turn it into a moccasin boot that I can do right away, for some reason, it's a feather that's going to increase production again with a big buzz? Yeah, it's lucrative, but it's not fun, is it? I don't adjust (fitting), I definitely don't like touching my old man's feet around!

I don't like old men anymore, so it would be quickest and refreshing if I collapsed every fake labyrinth and buried it, but the church would still have to keep pulling in because it would only be getting ready. It's a pain in the ass and old man stinks.

Looks like we're finally getting there. The muddy zone's going to pass while we're burying it.

Even though this is a thoughtful mud filled with mud with a "corrosive" effect, built with the heart of a boy high school student who must have challenged his muddy sisters to look muddy and not even Stone Golem, naturally hoping that there might be polarities... buried by the old man. Well, it's good because there's no demand for a muddy old man half-naked or anything, but you feel kind of annoyed that you don't do it so badly? No, the old man's ingredients are too thick and he's starting to react negatively.

It's going to be sundown outside, and at this rate, the fake labyrinth old man Bokuri tour hosted by your souvenir shop is going to continue until tomorrow morning. I don't like it anymore, old man. I don't want to see anything! Seriously, I don't like it. I don't like it, you tell me you want to go home already, or I want to take Mr. Armor Chairman home and foam him in a jacuzzi! If I stay like this, I'm going to be too abstinent, and enlightenment and all that opens up, and I'm going to reach for God and go around my grandfather's beard! Well, it's the chairman of the armor committee (goddess) who needs it more than his grandfather. There is no doubt that the chairman of this armored committee (the beautiful goddess) has already won the religious war, which is overwhelming in your interest, in your destructive power, and in your appearance, in your sexy destructive power.

"─ Master Angelica is here, you are hiding outside."

Blurring, I received news of an old man from the Tail Gone Daughter clan, the goddess descended. Now one.

"Just for an hour, if you say purchase or stock adjustment, if you don't release it, it's gonna be a big deal. Can you ask for a store number because you have to go and bleed out a lot of high-school dangerous stuff? Yeah, it could be two hours, I have plenty of motivation... but I don't think we can move here until night alone, can you just let me know if anything happens?

I'll take care of it.

It goes without saying that he hung a false labyrinth at a dash of divine speed to the abandoned city, and immediately took Mr. Armored Committee Chairman to an abandoned former inn, where he removed his armor quickly and tried to reduce his old man's concentration. No, seriously, old man, the tolerance's at its limit, and we were almost burning it down already, right? A couple of old men who gave their opinions about my eye-catching are underground and in perpetual reflection caution, but the other old men just kept putting up with it without burning it down and burying it in patience puppets, you know? Yeah, I've been trying, so you can't help it.

'Cause the boy high school student in me got back what he was, and he broke the curse you preached, and he turned into something close to the boy high school student beyond the boy, and he twisted with suspicion, and the energy was a prolonged reboot, so I couldn't help it? I mean... I did it (Tehepero)?

The question is, should we start the real battle now, and Mr. Armor Chairman of the Maximum Force is sinking? What shall we do!

Getting mad will be a decision, so I'll make you a hemp hat I've been promising you for a long time so you can get mad. Well, I won't spare you the sermon, but if you're happy, that's fine. There's nothing I can give you, so if you're happy with your hat, that's fine.

I gently stroke my head so I wouldn't wake him up and then I create my hat with my hands, I took him out of the bottom of that deep, dark labyrinth, but I have no regrets or reflections in itself, but did Mr. Angelica make you happy? I don't know... did I just take you out as the one who didn't? The girls are here, and we're getting along, and the kids miss us, and even Mr. Slime is coming home, and Ota Mocha... is - well, no? I wonder if I could be happy, if I could be happy, I want you to be happy ~.