Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 107 After noon City of Omui Adventurer Guild

More adventurers every day, more adventurers than ever before.

Until now, the new adventurers have visited this guild constantly, so much so that I can't remember how many boys I registered as adventurers, yet I remember the adventurers' faces… The adventurers who sprinkle their lives in the battle against demons will not return, so it is also easy to remember the guild of lonely neighborhoods with only a few survivors.

"Not many people get excited every morning without that routine - it's quiet when the reception is complete and the beginner's course begins"

The guild, where someone always cried, someone repented, and mourned someone, is busy but free. The number of adventurers continues to increase, dozens of times more work will have to be done, and newly hired receptionists and new staff will have to be coached, but I am the director, and this daughter will be an appraiser and free until evening. Without that one in the morning, the adventurers would go out shitty and quiet guild.

The same conversation that is repeated when the orphans, who remember until reading and writing calculations, come to make the paperwork, make administrative work significantly easier, and when they see a large amount of work done and work is interrupted.

Until recently, when we called an overwhelmingly undernumbered adventurer, it seemed to be a lie that the days we were rushing to villages and towns that would be attacked by demons as a request, because the border that had been damaged since the demons attacked us and remained behind us is now on the side of attacking demons, fully manned and equipped to hunt demons in the Devil's Forest and attack the labyrinth without any damage... it really seems a lie.

And the reborn neighborhood adventurers challenged the Labyrinth of Intentions this morning to protect the neighborhood, and went to prune demons of the Devil's Forest. If you don't do it here, you can't call yourself an adventurer, and now that you've been entrusted with it, it's the significance of the weapons and equipment you've acquired. I know what that weapon means, distributed cheaply from the Alliance, and I'm willing to protect the border because there aren't any boys who handed out that weapon.

"If you're free, just prepare your paperwork and you'll be accumulating your outstanding paperwork."

"Uh-huh!

Behind this Alliance of Adventurers there is a vacant space, a place where the funerals of the adventurers who guarded the border and lost their lives will be held. Since when has someone been crying the place has also become less popular (one person) and has now turned into just a quiet place to turn flowers to a consolation tablet that was somehow made.

Everyone comes back alive, sometimes injured or unsuccessful in their requests, the guild of the living dead who were not alive, who gave up while resisting doom, was transforming into a vibrant place where everyone could laugh and talk.

Everything changed that day, and when I realized it was over. That boy came, the day he showed up here with black hair and black eyes...

When I realized it, the guild's air was frozen, that day when I had just completed the funeral of six boys and girls I had registered with a few days earlier and was frustrated by the helplessness of not being able to do anything with a feeling of indignation everyone would do.

Boys and girls who are still too young and poorly equipped to die. They were promising kids over LV20 who seemed to belong to a vigilante that protected the village they originally lived in from demons, boys and girls surrounded and strangled by a herd of demons on the way to hunting demons around the village at their request. They let the villagers escape as they noticed and fought through the herd of demons, and at the end of the day the boys and girls, who had no weapons, broken, satisfactory protective equipment or drugs, fell with one another. It was shortly after the villagers who lost their villages came to tell the guild about their final period and held a funeral without artifacts or carcasses.

Even the guild leader's friend, Ofta, one of the guild's leading arms, came angrily and yelled into the guild leader's room, a brunette, black-eyed boy came into the guild. A few days ago, four dark-haired, dark-eyed boys had registered and there was no surprise in black hair or black eyes... those eyes were scary. Even though the boy and the girls had just died unharmed, their eyes were horrible enough for a veteran adventurer to poke at his knees, tremble and apologize for trying to scold him back after seeing a boy with only a lot of LV9 taking the young girls.

Only fear burned in my memory at that time, and I was informed that my days had passed without knowing why I was so scared, and that the boy had fallen into the worst maze on his own as the Devil's Forest went to sedate like a miracle.

I believed in miracles and formed a rescue squad knowing that neither the Alliance Commander nor the Lords could survive despair. I was forced to assemble the forces of a border that had never had enough men. No one, as one, refused the request to say it was a dangerous Great Labyrinth.

Because none of the boys gave up, I couldn't give up, because the girls and the boys kept treading through the hierarchy of the Great Labyrinth, which is said to suck every day, trying to go to the lower levels to help them. The boy who left the Great Assault of the Devil's Forest, the benefactor of the border no one knows.

When we finally secured the materials and organized the adventurers, the first objective was to build a supply base (base camp) for the girls and boys, and set up a base at least 30F underground to prepare the supply base for the 100 tiers of the limit hierarchy...

The boy stood in front of the labyrinth without a thing, the boy who disappeared neglectfully appeared to be there as if nothing had changed... what it meant was to kill the Great Labyrinth, the greatest danger on the border, alone and crawl up from the bottom. I could finally see why everyone was so terrified that day when I looked into the boy's eyes who was a labyrinth killer.

I won't give up, this boy won't give up. So I was scared, the face of myself giving up in its eyes, the face of my own giving up in its eyes not acknowledging that cursed and crazy kind of giving up.

From then on, it was like a nightmare. I've been really busy, working or not, there's never been more and less work. The guild is loaded with demonic stones and merchants come to buy it, luxurious therapeutic mushrooms and cheap equipment fill the city, and the demons weaken as if they had lost power. The balance of the periphery that was leaning toward doom was suddenly reversed, pointing to death as it jumped, and the tilt toward life had changed.

And all of a sudden, the poor periphery is enriched, the stores are full of goods, the work is too much and the city sees the periphery in the moist, dreamy days that go. The kids laugh at the fun, and the old man is in tears of happiness, a boy who comes every day to do that one and goes to crush the labyrinth.

To pray to God, the border was too harsh, to destroy the demons, the border knew too much about despair, it could not dream or believe in miracles. The border was scattered with dreams in miracles when it was noticed.

I can tell you that it was a miracle on the border.

Because I'm an outsider, I can tell you that a miracle happened on the border.

The world changed color without even understanding by the parties, tears of sorrow turned into tears of joy, and when they realized it was too late (Mixed).

When there was a war to take away that happiness and the tragedy was about to repeat itself, there was no one else but give up on the border. I knew that if I gave up, I would be stared at with those eyes again, because those eyes that would not allow me to give up dived through the hellish world at the bottom of the Great Labyrinth and miracled this neighborhood.

And even the war was not tolerated by the boys, the war was killed by the boys without even reaching the border. And what I thought was a miracle turned into a routine, and the city was infused with new miracles one after the other, and that's the day of my dreams.

In proportion to the work of the overly busy guild, the city will be peaceful and enriched, and today a bouquet of color-picking flowers will be placed in the funeral grounds that will no longer be used to convey peace on the border to the dead. To the "Protector of the Border" inscribed on the consolation tablet, who protected the border until this peace came, now the flowers continue to pile up to the late adventurers...

"Are you okay, Mr. Yao..."

"It's going to be okay, how can anything that couldn't even be killed by a labyrinth or a maze king in the Great Labyrinth be killed? It's no use worrying, if you have time for that, write the paperwork."

Everyone repeats the same word in the second word, how can you think that one won't be okay anymore, because the reason the neighborhood that supposedly enclosed all the calamities of this continent became happy was because it killed all its calamities around. The rest of the disaster is determined by just leftovers, it's decided fine.

"I've seen the bulletin board over and over again with that said - every day since the Yao guys went out -? I'm worried about you, really?

"No.... but how does a boy think a request for an Adventurer Guild will be put on a bulletin board?

It's the guild's job to schedule and request suitable adventurers according to the content of the requests accepted by the normal guild, but why do you think they stick out on the bulletin board? It's an Adventurer's Guild to send requests to adventurers who have been entrusted with their jobs, and if you put them on a bulletin board, you don't need a Guild, and adventurers can take their jobs from you, right?

"It's no different because it's a permanent request - rarely?

"But I come to see it every day... every day, all the time... you usually notice, don't you?

My fellow brunettes don't seem to say anything and they don't ask me, so I shut up, but I've been posting that one because it's a permanent request for an extra piece of space that doesn't have to be introduced to the guild... for whatever reason. Everyday in the bordering city everyone wonders to complain that it hasn't changed to come and see that every day.

Somehow that seems to be the natural beginning of the morning, without which everyone is not feeling well. I hope you don't spread weird customs...... on the contrary, people in the city can't make a permanent request because of that, bulletin boards that stay the same all the time in a difficult atmosphere to change prices. Ever since the day the miracle arrived...