Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 131 Morning Adventurer Guild

The city boils down to the reward of the labyrinth, which is defeated every day. Significant reinforcement of the Border Army and Adventurers, plus the Royal Army, with brunette boys and girls. The smile that comes from relief, the joy of believing that this happiness will continue… However, we cannot tolerate overconfidence in the security of our guild staff, because even if we are happy as we dream, it is always harsh and cruel with reality.

"Wrong...... no, what's going on with the confirmation?

"There is no mistake. I've checked three places... with these eyes."

I probably don't keep it mentally in the position of what I'm born and living on the periphery, I despair because everyone puts up their ideals and dreams. Moments when life and the consequences of putting your life to pieces become meaningless, crushed by this cruel reality. Also, a labyrinth was born, three reports say. At least three new labyrinths have emerged.

Everyone eats and bears their teeth. If you give up even endless despair, doom will come, hold your fist to inspire your enduring heart. Yet... he came again.

"Seriously? Three!? Hey, no nice labyrinthine luxury that looks lucrative!? Seriously, the inn cost sucks! Here's a nice sweet one with all the hidden rooms! Like?"

The power hanging in the back teeth of the adventurers, who were about to be eaten and shattered, falls out simultaneously. The muscles on my tense cheeks loosen...... to a completely nervous voice.

"Ah! Why aren't the new properties on the bulletin board! Unlike disloyalty, secret information isn't fun, so let's go public. Where's the labyrinthine luxury property? I mean, that's about all I can see about the use of bulletin boards, but it doesn't come out, so it's a permanent bulletin board, and you can't tell me that boards with no posting function at all are just boards, can you? You want to see it?

"I wonder why people who are sneaking in here are urging you to make a fuss, why you don't think I want to ask you at all? Where in the world do you have a guild that easily pastes labyrinth information, I'm investigating it because you can't go easy, and I'm wondering why you're going to paste it? And the luxury and the labyrinth are messed up!

A bitter laugh and a frightened face, a convulsed bitter face turns into a bitter laugh. Brilliance returns to everyone's eyes.

The Labyrinth is for us a nightmare in itself, and that is what we live in fright from the earliest calamity and birth that will come one day. Besides these boys, who the hell can call that penny?

I want to protect it because I was made happy by a dream, at least I want to maintain it and connect it to the future. I missed such a tragic thought, because we have seen such a vain thought of tragedy in common sense that we do not like it.

You can never do this for what you have lived frightened by the earliest calamity: the demise of the world that will come one day, the flooding of the labyrinth, and no one will even want to be like this forever except the insane dehumanization that cashes that calamity and spreads happiness. I'm so horrified that I'm getting used to it.

Could it be or could it be that demons be called pennies and not be and cannot be the natural enemies of the labyrinth except those who can call the labyrinth the inn bill? Predator, the predator of the labyrinth, not even those who fight the labyrinth, not those who challenge the labyrinth. Those who even look down on the Labyrinth King, those who call the Labyrinth King a temporary income "bonus" and hunt it all down.

Everyone praises, honors, and awes the Labyrinth Killer. That's the mistake, because at least this boy isn't even a "labyrinth killer". Demons are demon stones, labyrinths are demon stone piggy banks, that's why I'm picking them up, because they were in the way, and demons and labyrinths are just doomed.

The demon slaughterer, the labyrinth exterminator, the boy with so many names, slaughtered both the demon and the labyrinth and turned them into demonic stones, and I'm just picking them up when I say they were falling.

Anyway, I sneaked out and shouted, "Today's labyrinth was full of demon stones, so I picked it all up, and it died? Well, redemption?" I guess people don't even feel like fighting...... the demon stone hasn't fallen without doing anything, and the labyrinth won't die on its own! That's what I've killed!

It's a familiar sight every morning where you know your pity and your little one and you get a vicious grin on your face, exalted by the quiet anger and changing the face of the adventurers.

Common sense and fear make noises and are destroyed, fear and giving up stained from birth are scattered and even the hopelessness that lurks unconsciously is fogged away. The sight of common sense being destroyed by insanity that is shown to dislike every morning...... thoughts that expand like "Sazanami". I've always been frightened of the Labyrinth, but now the Labyrinth is the time to be frightened. Compared to the labyrinth "that" and other dark-haired boys (that), it's just a hole.

One adventurer laughed when he saw the vicious ghost Orc was running around crying after being chased around by a boy on the legendary Slape Neil, an eight-legged mighty black horse named your horse.

One merchant looked at the boys chasing around the herd of the beast demon Kobolt who ran away crying and laughed bitterly when he felt his knees trembling just when he saw the woods.

It was the identity of the curse placed on the periphery that my heart was frightened by fear and that I was frightened. For the people of the border who have survived years of despair, the renunciation in the name of despair that had been spread and afflicted before they realized it, that is what is slaughtered and ravaged... that if you kill the labyrinth "that" compared to that boy who will not allow you to give up, you will die.

I was fooling the name Common Sense. Every morning event where giving up is killed, which is why I want you to be the one who is made to do it every morning too...... I come every morning.

And it opens wide the door of the guild, and the hindsight of walking out into the backlight only attracts my attention and stops because I look like a child going to play without any feelings...... everyone follows with their eyes the overwhelming selfish hindsight that even the extinct beauties who follow behind it are sumptuous.

The door closes - - the squeaky, steely sound fills the indoor 'Hall', the eyes invincibly shine, and the edges of the lips are filled with bitter laughter to increase the fighting.

"Ha, just about three more baby labyrinths," he taps lightly with no one, and someone responds with a laugh, "Well, shall I go and give that baby a break?" There is no alarm in anyone's face, but no more in anyone's face, no more despair, no more grandeur. "Well, shall we go to work? Let's turn the demon into liquor and have a drink," laughing and leaving the door. The hindsight is uniformly proud.

Restore the silence and stare at the bulletin board in your guild. ─ ─ Is this much the same anymore? I stare at the bulletin board that is a permanent bulletin board for general use but nobody sticks it out...... haha, it hasn't changed.