Manowa

"Oh, are you back?"

"Uh-huh. Fan Grandpa."

When the wind sounded and King Carla, with his dwarfed Eliza on his head, came out of the woods, there were fans and ota. There were other jewel casaneropers and silver-haired monkeys, old men and girls who had advanced, and monkeys whose wind sounds had knocked them down did not yet seem to be awake, but the girl and old man in the figure now seemed to be making allowance.

"Oh, you're treating me. What are you going to do with that monkey over there?

"Hmm. From now on, Totonushi's divine soul is already missing. Put him back in the herd, or I'll take care of him if that's not possible. Anyway, thanks for your help, little lady. Thanks."

That's what the old man says, keep going, the girl bows her head.

They are the descendants of those who guard the land. The clan, which was responsible for killing the gods defeating the desolate gods, had already lost blood, and they could only protect the land.

Besides, few now have enough power to defeat the desolate gods in the country. The wind sounds that have come there can be said to be the Lord of salvation itself to them.

And to the words of gratitude, "No, no. Never mind," the wind sounds illuminate, then continue to gaze toward the fan.

"So, Grandpa. You could have defeated a desolate god without risk. Now you've cleared the assignment, haven't you?

To the words, the fan nodded, shrugging his shoulders as well.

"Oh, right. I'm losing. I will turn the seal as instructed by Master Kikuna. Hunt the god of desolation and go back over there."

To the fan words, the wind murmured nimmari.

It had already been a month since I met Daliang, Kikuna.

In the meantime, the wind sounds were building themselves up again and consequently raising the skill level of 'God's Thunder' to 4. Meanwhile, he was preparing to tame the cardiac sphere, while asking fans for procedures and manipulations to defeat the Arakami in the seal.

And this time, the wind sounds were clear and the desolate gods were crusading with permission from the fans to fight in the seal.

Furthermore, the fan had made a field test of it, and had promised to ask the wind noises to continue to crusade the desolate gods if there were no problems in dealing with it.

"Yeah. I will. Either way, we'll be back in four months with the dungeon, and we need to be ready to do it by then."

"Four months? Sounds long and short."

The fan sighs. The four-month period between the two mouths was a thing that came from the speculation that Daliang and Kikuna had collectively derived from various situations.

That was when the space between the world and the world regained calm and began to repair itself.

At that point, the wind sounds generated a dungeon and decided to go back over there at once. The preparation period for this is now.

The wind noise, which clearly set a goal, was now on Nori. Fans laugh bitterly when they see how Chinchclin is like that.

"What the hell. It's even more lively than it was just when I got here. You're the real you. She's a completely different lady."

The sound of the wind laughs Nihihi at the words. The fan's pointing was self-aware of the wind sounds themselves.

I haven't been treated badly since I got here, and I've seen my parents and friends, but I've always had enough thoughts.

I didn't even know how to get back to Anazer World, and I was feeling the indefinite instability of a fuzzy scaffold somewhere. But not now.

"If you decide to do it, you have to move on. I'm not going to stop. Games last five hours a day."

"Are you doing it? Over this period…"

The fans were wary in a way. Nevertheless, it was also a matter of no choice because of the viability of the wind noise.

"But. Well, you guys are gonna move on. Any road, never stop. Looks like your buddy's here, too."

A fan with a slightly lonely face turns his gaze towards the forest. A bunch of white people are back.

"Hey. I brought you here."

There are bowflowers, tatsuos on tatsuyoshi-kun twin swords, lames and Emily. Behind it came Adamino-kun and Red Lochten-kun Modki holding the monkeys captive with an Adamantium-made net.

It should be noted that the red armor is neither the TS nor the insect produced by the wind noise processing the crust of King Odanobunaga Rekka, the Odanobunaga of the living armor. The name was Locten-kun Lekka, and the origin of the name meant as it were.

Sometimes the captured monkeys could not move with an adamantium net, but above all the movement had been stopped by the intense perception of bowflowers. Wild instincts were complaining about the crisis.

Then wind sounds and King Carla head to the bowflowers. As the fan sighs deeply as he sees how it is, he speaks to Ota standing behind him.

"Hey Ota... I didn't think those kids needed to fight. Well, I still have that feeling, and I'm going to have moved a lot. Normally, there's a way to live happily ever after."

"Yeah. I know, I know."

Ota nods. Many players are game-loving young people. Coming back, they have survived a harsh world, close to juvenile soldiers. Fans that have protected them so far are especially child-friendly.

"But they have the strength to walk on their own."

"Oh, right. I know. And the crisis in Anazer World... I don't know what to say. You guys are actually having a rough time, aren't you?

"It's true that there's no real sense of the world crisis or anything like that. But I have a friend over there, too. He's away now, but he's an important companion."

I will say so as Ota will miss it.

Ota is a player who has chosen to return here, but it's not like there's no untrained in that world. There were also many friends and companions. I still feel like seeing you.

"I guess. I'm sure... everyone else would feel the same way"

Ota nods at the fan words that follow. I knew the fan. The fans weren't doing anything for a month after being talked about more than the wind noise and receiving more requests from above. Instead, he had begun to prepare himself at all costs for what had been requested. And to this day, we were finally able to send the wind noises to the seal.

Even though the mouth said exams, the fans had already decided what to do. I was just saying that the stomp just came with it.

"If so, why don't you let me cooperate? No more reluctance. Send them to a seal we can't deal with right now."

"You're behaving very heavily."

"Ugh. By and large, thank you very much. It's a lot of trouble just pulling people that can be exorcised. If you think you can get rid of the defective stock, it will be clean. Well, the candidate for the dungeon... well, there it is, so let's get ready."

That said, the gaze the fan pointed at was in the direction of Tokyo.

The candidate has already been determined. In the city, it is also dominated by densely populated areas.

The stream of the river of magic (Nagarine) overlaps the place where the stream of life is concentrated. No, I could also say that the river of magic (Nagarine) is flowing, making it such an environment. And the most suitable land under geographical conditions had been determined.

"Akihabara. Although attracted by magic, the coordinates should be closer where they came from. Akihabara, I'll prepare you for Skytree underground."

"Do you mind?

A fan laughs at Ota with a slightly surprised face.

"Oh, it's Kikuna-sama's livestock that supports our country. There's no problem."

That said, the fan takes his phone off and flies the phone to his boss.

The name displayed on the cell phone panel was Jiro Takeda. He is the descendant of an adventurer who, as the current Prime Minister, once made it to this world.

What is more, the adventurer was a descendant of a player and one of a clan that has been handed down from generation to generation to bear the name of Giraud.

The inheritance continues to this day. My son, grandson, father and grandfather, who had already died, were also named Giraud.

Jiro Takeda inherited that fact from his father. That's why he created the Labyrinth Exploration Division to protect the presence of players and adventurers.

Cause and effect go around. It connects the past to the present and connects to the future.

As such, preparations went ahead.

The fans secretly created a facility in the basement of Akihabara Skytree that would be the entrance to the dungeon in collaboration with the wind noise, and at the same time the wind noise was prepared to increase the level in order to be able to follow the heart sphere.

The grace period is four months. I don't have 'much' time to play.

The wind sounds keep their days busy. To my brother, to my master, they move on to reunite with their companions.

Meanwhile, his little fat friend got a job at his former workplace again, and the wind sounds and bowflowers told Anazer World he was going back to his parents, and he was also talking about the future afterwards.

Lame and Emily had horses with friends of the wind noises, and when their time was free, they went out to play for a little while, and even went into the hot springs with them.

King Carla finally dominated the country.

Time passes brilliantly.

Then five months after the wind sounds reached Tokyo, three months after defeating the first desolate god, much was ready. The rest is a month. They thought how far they could go in the meantime was the battle.

On the other hand, the anomaly continued to occur exactly now in the Philon continent, in a world created based on the game Anazer World, or Zexia Hearts.

Abnormalities in the Magic River (Nagarine) were observed everywhere, followed by reports of natural mutations and demonic raids.

Numerous villages and towns had disappeared, suspicious drugs had appeared, demons and thoughtful damage had also increased. The world was obsessed.

That was the beginning of the end of the world.

─ ─ MANOWA FINAL CHAPTER 1 Continuing the Brave Men in Black Edition