Oukoku e Tsuzuku Michi

……

Everyone walks silently and with the utmost vigilance because of the strong impact of the earlier trap.

Speaking to Celia just returns a brief reply and doesn't keep me talking.

"As far as I'm concerned - what is it, the possibility of the author's mistake also remains in the first place. I can't be sure of that."

Tristan is the only one with an open mouth, but I don't know. It's boring when people ask me what I think of the book. Besides, it's depressing because when I say 'I don't know', the explanation begins.

Better to be cautious, but sticking around like this will cause extra failures and overlooks.

I'll soothe the air here.

Two failures. At the end of the line, that's just useless.

"It was just potatoes for dinner"

I can gently rub my stomach and then focus on my abs.

"Hmm!"

A huge farting noise sounds without touching the space of silence.

"Yikes!?" "Pi!" "Duh!?" "Aah!" "…" "In the middle of nowhere!

Nautia clasps her shoulders and Celia jumps up reflexively.

Agor flips with his squire and a blood vessel rises on Mac's bald head.

How funny from behind.

"Ha, sorry. I farted."

……

I tried to say it in a way that made it feel like a tear, but everyone doesn't get angry or protest, they just look at me with no expression.

"... sorry"

My thoughts are off. You wouldn't have to be so seriously angry.

Only Celia, who swells her cheeks and punches me in the pocket, saved her.

"Not at all. Master Agil is no more! Not at all!"

Celia goes back forward angrily and suddenly comes back staring backwards as she takes a step.

"The floor here, it's crazy! It sank for a moment!

"Mmm!"

Face the floor as Nautia slips in.

I know the shape of my butt well over the perfect long trousers for adventure. Good ass.

"It's pressure sensing... the type that works when more than a certain weight is on the floor. Unlike the switch, the whole floor reacts, so I can't avoid it, so I need to jump over a breath... 8m all the way, can I?

Mark with red ink while the nurtier is good.

"You're gonna have to go."

When I say it, Nutia snorts and then turns on the help.

"Do it!"

Leaping at the mark gibberish, she throws you a trimo on the wall, while the ten m gently jumps and decides on a beautiful landing.

"That's an elf."

Nautia is usually a forest elf flying around between trees.

Besides, instead of using magic, I was proud to say that my physical abilities were high among the elves.

"I pulled a scaffold on the wall, so if you put your foot here and jump in a bunk, you can easily cross it."

"Okay! Dear Agil, I will go first."

Celia leaps diagonally with a runaway, puts her foot on you Trimo on the wall and jumps over the trap slowly with a bunk jump.

"Yes Next"

Encourage us to hurry if Nautia stays.

"No... that's right"

"... it's hard for me"

"Impossible"

Mac and Agor looked at each other and shook their heads, the squire rubbed against Agor with a crying face, and Tristan sat down on the spot saying he couldn't do it.

"Ah, Agor first."

I glance at Mac and turn my hand around Agor's armpit from left to right.

Keep it up, you two. Lift up the big guy and walk all you can - and throw.

"Hey what... whoa!!

Agor jumps over the critical trap.

For a moment, he pulled himself back when he saw that Natia and Celia had reacted but could not take it, and he slipped from his face to the floor.

"That was critical."

"Oh."

Me and Mac celebrate each other's good fight with a disappointing arm.

Agor with the nosebleeds said something, but there was no other way, so give it up.

Then me and Mac each throw Tristan and his squire girl into the mountains and make Agor take it.

Well, this far is perfect.

"We're the problem."

"Ah."

We can't throw each other because we weigh in.

I'm not clever enough to jump a bunk like Celia.

Then you just have to jump over with your leg strength.

"Can we go?

"... fu"

Mac laughs invincibly as he rubs his legs like a chunk of muscle.

"Let's go!!

We make a big run for it and leap at the same time with the sound of a big step that echoes all around us.

"No!!

"Noooo!!

My body is heavy and I can't leap like a nurtier.

But make up for that with the power of stepping in.

I fall from my torso, not my legs, to land as far away as possible.

If you look at it, Celia was spreading her hands to take it with a look of determination.

Celia takes me - she can't possibly do it, she rolls down the floor with both of us in momentum.

"Yikes!!

He manages to roll to shelter Celia and stops in such a way as to lay her together.

"Don't ever do it again because it's dangerous. Thanks."

I kiss Celia's lips and neck muscles before I get up.

"Well, we've managed to clear it this time. Next -"

I'm looking at this one with Mac's sad face.

The landing perspective is only about 4m jumper in front of you than Trimo put down by Natia.

With Mac's weight, the floor slowly sinks and our front and rear walls tighten like an open door.

"I don't think so at all! If you can't, tell me you can't. This muscle mastery!!

The sound of breathing air begins to sound before my cursing ends.

"Neither Scarecrow nor Iron Ball will come."

"This sound... what is it"

Celia and Agor guard their surroundings for a moment.

The sound gets more and more intense, but nothing else in particular.

"No, it smells weird"

Nautia suddenly removes the cotton swab from her chest.

Is that one of the seven tools of adventure?

"-!? Duh, it's poisonous! Cover your mouth and get down!

Nautia screams, but it was already too late.

"Or your body will be paralyzed -"

"Oh, I knew I should have left"

Agor and Tristan fall to the floor and Mac kneels.

Celia is also shaking her flirtatious head as she presses her mouth.

"If I fill this up any more, I'm really gonna die! We have to do something!

Nautia seems more tolerant than the others because she is an elf.

"We need to stop the source of the poison first... where it's coming from"

I look for walls and floors, but I don't know.

It's impossible to find a place with colorless, transparent gases.

"Geho geho...... wait. Seven tools, looking for air holes -!"

Nautia slaps the paper bag to the ground if she says so.

The bag is torn, and the reddish, glowing powder peels on one side.

The powder quietly spreads like smoke but spreads the floor like it was sprayed.

"I see. From the top."

Two silver tubes are popping out of the ceiling as they gaze at the ceiling following the powder movement.

Nevertheless, it does not reach the ceiling by 30 m, the final sword, etc.

"Celia, can you move?

"I can... I can do it!

Celia stands up with her mouth blocked.

I'm sorry, but good luck.

"Mac, just get up"

"... Gu"

It's your fault, so I'm gonna have to wipe your ass.

Not if you are spraying bubbles from your mouth.

"Nautia, get me two trimochi"

"Geho geho... I'm getting hard too... this"

I'll stick Trimochi to two daggers and let Celia grip him.

"Let me hit this on the ceiling vent. Block the tube with trimochi"

"Yes. But it won't arrive if it's from here. I can also breathe to jump...... kehokeho"

I join hands with Mac in the middle of the road.

"If you run towards us, I'll fly you near the ceiling. Of course I'll take it, so if you throw it, you can fall in peace."

Celia replies that she understands but drops two coughs again.

He seems to be taking off his shoes in discipline, even in agony.

Sounds really pathetic. If this fails, I'll just have to run up the wall and smash it with my head poked.

Mac is peeling his white eyes as he joins hands with me.

Don't do anything disgusting. Celia would be scared, though.

"I'll go!

Celia comes running slightly fluttered.

I'll fly you to the right position.

The moment Celia's feet are in the hands of me and Mac, she wakes up with her full body.

Light Celia's body jumps like a joke, about half way up to the ceiling, about 15m vertically.

"Go, Celia!

"Ha!"

Celia turns her body in the air, turns on the recoil and throws a dagger.

The dagger hit precisely two tubes with a yarn pulling momentum, and the adhesive Nautia said she would never be able to remove blocked the vent of poison fog.

"Boy, it's the limit."

Celia falls against her jaw when she sees the hit.

"Well done Celia"

I use my full strength to take Celia as little shock as possible.

"Guuuuuu..."

Mac fell right over it.

There will no longer be an eruption of poison fog, the dirty sound of something jammed will begin to sound, and finally it will sound like the fart I just flipped out and become silent.

"Hey, it stopped.... Is no one awake?"

If you look at it, Agor and Tristan have already fallen to the floor.

Celia seems to suffer in my chest, too.

Did the trap itself break? The door slowly began to open and fresh air returned.

"You got it figured out."

I'll lift Celia up and let her breathe some fresh air.

Happily mouth. He's cute like a goldfish kept by Pak Pak and Mel.

"Ugh... my body finally moves... I need an antidote..."

I distribute the antidote to everyone as Nautia drifts and crawls across the ground.

Among them, Mac was dying of cramping his whole body, but he seemed to have managed to get something done.

He comes up coughing.

"I feel sorry for the big figure. What are you gonna do when you die?"

"It's rather weird that I'm fine with Agil. That poison was a pretty dangerous thing to be paralyzed and unable to move as soon as I inhaled it and couldn't even breathe as it was...... pimply. I don't need an antidote."

That's not true.

"Give me the antidote, too. I can't help being paralyzed."

Then Nautia is surprised and gives me the medicine right away.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Have you been patient and working hard? We survived thanks to Agil..."

"I couldn't help but have a broken groin. Totally nasty poison."

When I took the antidote, I got paralyzed.

Nautia is still the best pharmacist I've ever had.

"Hey, is this guy really human? All the paralysis pills and poison fog are going to the groin."

"Maybe it's because it's so big that there's a lot of blood in it... or the heart is over there..."

Celia and Nautia are hissing.

We'll move on when we're better.

After that, we pushed through various traps and moved on.

The traps of the floors falling one after the other helped each other by tying each other's bodies together with a special string of nurtia.

The trap, where arrows were fired from one side of the wall, fell on the floor with an intermittent hair when Agor noticed it just before it fired.

When countless wires hit the strapped room, Celia slipped through and disarmed it in the light industry.

We also went to the trap where the ceiling fell, but we managed to escape while me and Mac were there for us.

"We might be searchable PTs."

"Almost activate the trap... 90% of which you did well!

I go to the big door as I listen to Nautia's blindfold.

There were ten cylinders lined up about two meters high.

"It's easy to understand again. This is a trap, too, isn't it? We'll come when it opens."

I ask Nurtia while I gently prepare for gymnastics.

"Maybe. But the trap in this system is that there's no aversion... there's only one way to break through."

"Without permission... release... warning... soldier... because"

It says that when a person without permission opens the door, the soldier eliminates it.

Even though it's a relic hundreds of years ago, there won't be any soldiers or anything like it now.

Even if I was there, I was already boned.

"Out of the way, there may be nothing."

I push the door open with laughter.

As soon as you hear the sound of heavy gear turning and something rising, the cylinder around the door opens up as if it were a blooming bud.

"... I see you're a soldier. Is that it?"

Should I also say that it was a metal skeleton that showed up?

The body part is only minimally skeletal and the face part is topped like a metal vase, with only one eye-catching round in the center.

Your left hand is shielded from the tip of your wrist, and your right hand is a sword.

"Ki, I'm a soldier of machines!

"Wow! I've never seen anything like it!

Celia gives a voice of vigilance, and Nautia is excited in this situation.

"That's amazing indeed. But I'll be impressed only after I tear these guys apart. Coming!"

The soldiers of the machine slowly rise up, making a crisp metal noise, coming towards us.

Don't ask for a handshake of friendship or anything.

Me and Mac, three Agor guys pop forward, Celia and Nautia in the middle row, an unfightable squire girl and useless Tristan in the back row.

"Let's do it. Him!"

"" Oops!!

First, Mac and Agor set up two imminent mechanical soldiers.

Agor jumps in with a large single-handed sword and a common shield, and Mac with both hands a battle hammer.

You reacted to the attack, and it looks like the mechanical soldier put his hands up and took a combat stance.

However, the movement is slow with the sound of a deafening gear.

"It's late!

Agor plays the shield against the shield erected by the mechanical soldier as well, slashing it from his neck into the hanging, easily avoiding the sword to be waved down.

"Mmm!"

Mac first taps the mechanic's shield lightly with a battle hammer, breaks down his posture, then hits him hard in the head with a full swing and slaps him on the floor.

"I can't lose, either!

Celia throws a dagger continuously from the rear.

The moment he receives it with his shield, the dagger explodes, and the shaken mechanical soldier receives all the daggers that follow, eating it up to the last protruding Celia poke and falling in.

Exactly what a vivid attack all those guys are used to fighting.

If the other person is human, then I'm pretty sure all three are dead now.

"But... it's not working."

The individual Agor slashes slowly turns his gaze towards him and waves up his sword.

The individual slapped by the Mac stands up slowly, albeit slightly concave in the head.

The individual who took a series of Celia hits also spins his head with Kurli before walking out.

"You can't fight normally. Think and fight."

If you take Mac's blow and it doesn't break, slashing or hitting the dark clouds won't help.

I need ideas.

"One by one with you, and then Nautia. I'll take the last six."

Pull through the dual crater and gently flush from left to right.

"Undertake"

Lower your posture and run towards the enemy.

Let's start with the hardened triplets.

I know from earlier moves that these guys move far duller than their cohort soldiers.

I don't take procrastination even on a three-on-one basis.

Play the three swords protruding in a petty rhythm.

I see. We can work together, but the rhythm of the attack is always the same.

When they jump up all three swords, they lean back in exactly the same motion and fall back in the same motion to regain their posture.

"It's a puppet doll."

The hell cuts it up from the inseam, bounces it off and crashes it against the wall.

That's pretty heavy. Maybe a hundred kilos.

The next one rotates and pays off his leg with a momentum horizontal giraffe, turns it one turn and rolls it from his head to the floor.

The last one snaps a blade at the rib-like area, jumps straight up at the same time as the hanging voice, and stomps thoughtfully where it has fallen.

Don't talk to me.

Now, as promised, when I think of the next three, a sword sticks out of my feet.

Of course, the movement was not a big deal, so I avoided it lightly.

"Can you still move?"

Exactly. Not intact with my power and dual crater slashing flavor.

But with one arm and a thousand legs cut off, or his torso crumbling and scattering sparks, he crawls toward us.

"It's a puppet, but... do you keep moving until it's completely broken by just the puppet? Don't be alarmed until it's fragmented."

Calling on Celia and the others like that, I'm going in again.

I hadn't originally done anything wrong, but I wasn't fighting all over my body.

But if it's so sturdy, I guess I'll have to.

When I bark like a beast, I shake up a dual crater and jump, slapping intensely on the head of an individual whose legs are chopped a thousand times and crawling.

A blow to the body with all the weight on it completely smashes the head and stops moving.

"Next -"

Set your aim on the guy scattering a spark from your torso, and stick your thrust into the center of your body with the momentum of the rampage intact.

Of course, this is not the end of it, but it keeps pushing on the wall without loosening momentum even after the poke hits.

More flashy sparks flew, and when the dual crater finally pushed through, the mechanical soldier put out black smoke and stopped.

"And -"

Drop your hips and accumulate one breath, flashing like a retrospective.

The individual who was aiming from his back took a blow all over his neck, and the metal neck bent four or five degrees and collapsed to the spot.

"No!

A mechanical soldier is approaching the squire girl when she looks at the scream.

Apparently the next three went because of the hassle I had on the first three.

There's a Tristan nearby, but for some reason, I'm not responding to him.

That bastard, he's going to pretend to be dead.

"Chi, do you react to screams and movements"

The squire girl also pulls out the sword on her hips and is slashed, but the slow movement is at odds with the machine soldier.

Besides, it's the hardest looking thing I've slashed in the chest, so one blow breaks my sword.

When I rush over to an approaching machine soldier, I jump a little in front of him and feed him a full weight riding double-legged kick.

The mechanical soldier rolls flashly, but of course he can't possibly groan at the pain and tries to get up immediately.

"What do you mean, you're attacking a woman?"

Of course I won't let you get up like that.

I think of my eyes with my iron boots and step on them.

Two times, three times, four times, and the fifth time, that part cracks and stops moving.

"Next"

He twists himself as he speaks and plays the sword protruding with a dual crater.

They don't wait for their blunt rebuild, they wave up their swords and beat their right and left shoulders in a row.

Fragments splash but arms don't fall off. When it comes to withstanding dual crater attacks so far, it still doesn't look like it's made of regular metal.

I shake my whole body in breath.

Of course I don't make such a dumb fuss about normal enemy opponents, but these guys would be good for them.

"Hmm!"

Plenty of two seconds. The blow after shaking stops eating up to half to the head.

A fist flame erupts after a small explosion sound, and the mechanical soldier stops moving.

"I thought with the current momentum, I'd split my whole body into two pieces and stick it to the floor."

When I exhaled, I had a shock in my back.

I twisted myself so I'm not profound, but I'm embarrassed to get this kind of opponent.

"I didn't realize it because I didn't want to kill him."

I lay down my sword while I excuse myself.

Of course you don't threaten your enemies, and you don't rejoice that you've wounded me.

It only comes with a pale sword.

"Boring opponent."

I'm not the type to ask for aesthetics in battle, but if it's still a battle, blood will gush.

But these guys don't have anything to feel.

They move lightly as machines, and I fight to destroy them too. Such a boring battle.

It's still funnier to fight orcs.

"Let's just get this over with"

I swing, first I put my sword together to play the shield.

(Waking up)

A grumpy voice sounds on his head, and the machine soldier's whole body explodes and smashes apart instead of his shield.

"What the sudden"

(suddenly wakes up and what's wrong)

Raping dragons only have to sleep forever.

All six of the promises were defeated.

"Now Celia and the others..."

When I looked him in the eye, Agor was assembled into a mechanical soldier.

Hold it around your neck with both arms, bend it with full force and finally press it down to stop it.

The mechanical soldier couldn't be defeated with a hard surface and a coarse sword, but he wasn't that strong for bending power.

"Wow!!

When he glances at Mac's anger, he grabs the machine soldier and slaps him against the wall over and over again.

Fragments splash, oily things erupt, and finally the fire stops moving.

Well, the walls are as hard as they are.

Celia throws a dagger.

The dagger is sucked into the soldier's torso, but I just didn't think it would work...

"Yay! Hit it!"

The mechanical soldier's gear sounds louder, and I wonder if he's lost his movement. He falls at the front and wanders like an insect with hot water.

"I saw a gear in my body, so I let it bite my dagger!

Sometimes even a giant water wheel stops just by pinching one pebble in the gear.

And it's very precise.

"How about this!

Throw the bottle at the same time as Nautia avoids attacking the machine soldier.

From the broken bottle there is zero liquid like water candy, but it quickly solidifies and becomes like amber glass.

The mechanical soldier, whose whole body was consolidated, only shivered into small pieces as it was.

"Have you got it all cleaned up? Well done."

"Lord Hardlett is the one who made such a nasty guy better or six."

Well, I have a dual crater.

If not, I would have had to run the joint moves and slap them on the floor just like these guys.

(You can't get a soul unless you're a person)

You keep your mouth shut.

"That's it."

If you dive through the door and look up at it, it has a ceiling, that is, a cylinder of 30 m.

Mm-hmm. Okay. All right.

"All right, let's run."

Everyone shakes their necks hard up and down.

It starts to sound from the cylinder and steam rises.

"Run!!

"It was dangerous. If something really big came out of me, there was nothing I could do about it."

I take it to the wall as I say.

"It's hard... but I'm sorry about the standard size again."

Agor throws away the sword that broke and became only patterned.

"I really had a hard time with the gear moving up small"

Celia is mozzling her nose and thighs.

They hardly have any daggers left anymore.

"I wanted to take the hardened piece of shit home intact..."

Nautia says sparingly, but when Mac does his gaze on the path he's come, he leans down like he gave up.

"Whatever. This is the goal."

Tristan, who was an adult until now, slaps the wall lightly.

It was just the 'last door', even bigger and heavier than the earlier doors.

"Are we finally here?"

But Tristan's expression is not excellent.

"You're here. But it also has a key."

Tristan points to the dial next to the door.

"Eight digits in the 12-digit method, then four levers... four of eight in the 12th... what do we do?

After everyone stands still for a few seconds, they fall to the floor.

"You're going to have to. If you do it right, it might open."

"No, I can't. How many ways do you think it's a combination? There are about a dozen stars."

I say silently manipulating levers and numbers.

"You're selling a lottery in Wangdu, right?

Here's the thing...... I see, this is how you move it.

"Everyone says no matter how much they buy, they won't hit it. But someone hits me every time. It's not a zero."

"No, that sounds reasonable. I can't imagine winning a lottery here right now."

Finish putting in the numbers while listening to Tristan sigh and manipulate the lever appropriately.

"Not really. I bought it right, but I hit it twice."

I hear a low noise and something comes off one.

"Liar."

Tristan opens his mouth with Pocan. That's a rare sight.

"Until I tried everything"

Pull the lever by putting in the next number. It sounds low again.

Tristan's mouth opens further. It's a sight I want to show Leopold.

I don't know.

Looks like he hit the third number too.

You're lucky I'm doing it right.

Celia also has her mouth wide open.

You get all excited imagining things.

The fourth also makes a little savings and pulls the lever.

All right, hit it.

"What's this..."

Nautia's eyes are round.

My ears are dandruff and dripping to my shoulders. Will it be when I lose my strength?

The fifth one comes off.

"Lord Hardlett's Strong Luck...... Exactly"

Agor is also a pocan.

Sixth...... All right, success.

Mac hasn't changed on the surface, but the blood vessels that have appeared on his bald head are moving.

Don't be weird surprised. This one surprises me.

Seventh...... off.

The squire girl is defenseless and her chest is visible.

You have a plan, Agor.

"Well, here we are."

Let's put the numbers in place at the end of the day, I guess five.

My ears are starting to shake when I look more at Fumi Nutia and I was either excited or weak.

One, two, three, four... seven.

"Let's turn it into seven."

I switch numbers and pull levers.

Don and I sound different than before.

I thought I took it off for a moment, but the next moment I make a heavy noise and the door opens.

"I don't believe in probability anymore."

I stare at the end of the door listening to Tristan twinkle.

"Confirm admission, T99. Automatic doll activation. This is the Advanced Control Zone. Entrants are requested to communicate their names and titles'