Over The Infinite

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"... challengers of the infinite corridor, gentlemen. Welcome to our Admin Realm, Infinite Corridor Negative 200 Layers'

I panicked lightly for a moment at the amount of information contained in that short greeting.

Relax. I'm not the one who's forced to deal with it. Organize the information in order.

First of all, this guy knows we're challenging the infinite corridor.

And that this is an infinite corridor. Furthermore, this is the admin area.... What is the Administrator Realm?... Above all, negative? Why are there negative numbers in the hierarchy? Are you even going backwards? No, a negative layer means the realm of administrators......?

The landscape that passes behind your brain when you hear that word is that white world. It's a space with stone columns and nothing else.

We moved from there to here... it looked like. But the feeling is different from the metastasis. That's more like a rewrite of space or something like that. The words I said stick.

Because I have the experience of metastasis, there will be some because this is the second time I have experienced white space. If we didn't move, and this is the same place as that white space, I know the admin realm.

Dungeon Master Pestle Shingo is the first person I can think of to be said to be the administrator of the Infinite Corridor. Most of us here should associate that with each other. And that's probably not wrong.

So you're saying that this girl is the same as Dammus? I know if you look at the dams, you can't judge them by their appearance alone... but they don't match their appearance and impression too much.

The girl in front of you is a city girl like anywhere else.

Rather than being called a mastermind, it also appears to be a weak being who should be eligible for asylum, as Berenvar intended to do. Preliminary information suggests that you can't even walk in the first place in a position that makes you look like this.

I'd almost doubt the act if it wasn't for this kind of occasion. If not, brainwashing...... no, being taken over by something else?

- - "Name: Glass Nigrem, Race: Parasite Legion......

Mr. Carrot's words come back when he "nursed" the glass.

... Parasites? Is this kid parasitized, too?

"Who is it, you? Where did you do Satina?"

"Excuse me, excuse me. A rare aptitude for meddling in this world. I hope you forgive me. '

Berenvar's reaction is cold. Point it at the person you tried to help. That's not it. I mean, things are so strange that I can clearly see that it's something else.

Even if you look at a beautiful bow that you should know her, you don't even look stunned and notice my gaze.

'I'm just borrowing it while I'm unconscious. Don't worry, he's not dead or eaten the contents. "

"... so who are you owed?"

"Oh, excuse me. I am the administrator of the infinite corridor that you are challenging. One of them, to be exact. It's a strange story that the administrator is not a person."

Aren't administrators people? I know you're not a person when it comes to parasites, but that parenthesis makes Dammus no longer a person either.

'I don't have a name, so... yeah, just call me "Satina"'

I don't have a name... Anyway, it's a bad hobby to call you by the name of the host you took over. I just seem to be provoking Belen.

I'm piercing the poker face, but when I'm next door, I feel a tremendous amount of anger standing in.

"No matter who you are, you can't let that child have your hands. Why don't you just leave?"

Belen hangs her hand on the hips sword.

'... um, you're a little out of the way. Will you shut up for a second?'

"What..."

Suddenly Berenvar's movements stopped.

"What's up, whoa!!"

There is no response to shouting.

Reaching out, I felt rejected by something. Wall...... not. It's like some kind of air fault......

Stone statue...... no, it was stiff as if only around Beren had stopped time.

"... what have you done to Mr. Berenvar"

'Uh, I hope you're not alarmed. I don't mean to be hostile to you guys, and I didn't do that black thing any particular harm. I'm just stopping time around him. "

"Time stops..."

I could see Mr. Glenn going out of line. Even for me, I know how much that leaves.

Besides, he hasn't taken any action. Magic and skill stopped Berenvar from moving without a single accompanying movement.

Even if they tell you not to be on your guard, that won't be possible. Don't be alarmed about this guy, it's on a level of what to be alarmed about.

'Now, where the noise is quieter... again, challengers of the infinite corridor in this world... the rep... is it you?

Showing a tremendous gesture, Satina...... the admin's gaze is pointed at Mr. Glenn. They know the power relationship in this.

"Oh, I'm fine.... So, what the hell is it for? Prepare even this massive trick."

'What, I'm looking for a fellow countryman. It's a thing that crosses the world, so it's going to be massive. This is a tough plan. "

"... fellow countrymen?

That doesn't mean Satina's. Probably doesn't even mean a fellow Berenvar. I don't know what it is. You mean the people who parasitized Satina?

"Me...... no, are you saying that someone in us is your kind?

'... No, you're not. Unfortunately, this experiment seems to fail at all costs'

I have a view of what this guy says about his fellow countrymen, but I don't see any connection to the status quo.

'But it's a shame. If you think you got hooked on the net because of it, what is the ninety-eight layer of reach...'

In vain overaction, an administrator who sounds sorry.

"... you mean me?

Do you mean the attack layer of the infinite corridor? The ninety-eight layers are certainly at the forefront of the present day. I mean, it fits in the layer Mr. Glenn is reaching.

There should be no other way to check the infinite corridor's reach than self-declaration so far. I guess there's more to the record than just trying an infinite corridor from a layer that's finished with the offense, but it's not like it appears in Breakthrough.

... with the admin, so you know what I mean?

"It's a lot of caution that the LV100 is over and it hasn't reached level 100. We need to revisit the terms."

"... about what? I can't grasp what I just said, can you explain?"

Though Mr. Glenn, who says so, has not relieved the tension, he is calm. At least I don't see the will to be hostile.

Is Mr. Glenn willing to negotiate anything with this administrator? Well, I guess there's nothing we can't talk about like a transformed glass...

'It is the administrator of this world that I need. There's no use for the unauthorized.'

"Authority......?

Are you going to cut Shira, Mr. Glenn's reaction is dull.

But you can't possibly think of it in that language. I'm pretty sure most of you are here... this guy's purpose is Dammus.

Mr. Glenn saw this one with chilli.... you mean shut up. I guess what you're not saying in Tales is that you're thinking about the possibility of being nursed through it.

... I'm a kid who can read the air, so shut up. Standing like a figurine is something Demon is used to. I'll take care of it.

'Fair enough, I know I'm in the neighborhood. This is how some people get hooked, and if you use the same hand, you'll get caught one day'

So this guy's not aware of the existence of Dammus? However, with allowances and gradual netting......

In other words, the only trap set by Berenvar reacted to Mr. Glenn's number of LV100 +...... trap.

'Uh, you guys, except for the black one there, you can go home now. No use.'

"Wait. You're kidding me about just going home without explaining what this is all about. Besides, I need to speak to Mr. Berenvar. Don't leave me."

'... Explain it. I don't mind if I do, but that's a very boring situation. Honestly, it's a hassle. "

He says it with an attitude that it doesn't matter. He said he wasn't hiding it, he wasn't wearing it, it was just a hassle.

It will be difficult to do everything in your power. So is the presence of a deformed glass, but he may be even more adept.

It could be a negotiation if you bring up Dammus, but if you have someone in your person, it's too dangerous to know what the purpose is.

'... well, that would be good. I'll tell you what I'm going to do as a leader. "

"... thanks for that"

'We want comrades. Looking for someone who has gained control of the infinite corridor, exploring the world of many. "

"... that if you go beyond level 100, you will get that administrative authority and do it?

That's what Mr. Glenn knows. It's just an insurance check to keep them from feeling it.

'Oh yeah. administrative authority in its neighboring world. Step closer to God. If you ask me, you're a sub-god. "

"... that sub-god... find an administrator and what to do"

'Nothing in particular. I just want to see you. We have an extremely small number of so-called peers. Isn't it natural that you want to see me?

Curiosity...... is it? I don't understand. Who likes to meet such a suspicious guy? Even Dammus would refuse.

"Even if that opponent refuses?

'Oh, rejection. Good, that's good too. Negative emotions awaken my faded me. I'm not happy about indifference, but I can still try to turn them around. It's good to have someone. "

I'm sorry, but I don't understand.

"More than 100 layers will soon be known to you.... we are even lonely. You lose greed and me in time that can be called eternity. What I originally had is going to be trashed. … seeks out those who share the same values when they become Nature and that's all you get to want. It's not a question of what happens as a result of our meeting. It would be interesting to be rebelled, rejected, loved, hated, or to start killing each other. That's what we are. '

It's the idea of a madman in a complete narrow field of view. That's all I see.

... Dammus is similar to this? I don't think so very much. That guy is about to break, and I don't know the extent to which he's putting it on the table, but I guess the acting part is also huge. But it doesn't mean I haven't had anything so far.

This guy is just even nihilistic. It just looks like a vain doll.

"How the hell were you going to look for me? This is how you're narrowing it down in some way more than I am here, isn't it?

You want to know? I know I'm noticing it thinly, but I'm just hitting it on the level. I thought if I were LV100, I'd be attacking 100 levels, but it's not like that. '

"There seems to be a mix of irrelevant people?

'Seems I was hooked just to have a level... I don't know where that is. Why is there someone so far off the level nearby? If there's so much difference, we're not even working together to attack.'

"... they have nothing to do with me"

Isn't that a painful excuse? I don't care what you think.

'I guess so. Even if I can help, I guess I'm about to dragon with the dark-haired guy there at best. Well, I don't know if it's you or you guys, but I'll see you again soon. Come on, let's hit level 100. "

But the administrator seems to have taken it in the same sense. Nor is it the wind I doubt.... are you giving up your thoughts, or does it matter... or is that common sense to him?

"I don't care if you don't tell me... what are you going to do now"

"Is that me? It doesn't change what you do. Waiting for the administrator to show up, wielding disaster in this neighboring world. I can tell if an intelligent body exists. It won't take long. By chance, the black one there is connected to the line, so we can call it in from another world."

"What are you going to do with Mr. Berenvar?"

'Cause I can't make a big move in the out-of-control world. Ask the sole to be a seed that sprouts of disaster. I know you're unconscious because you hung on the net a long time ago, but I'm trying to make this world a bigger place to fight. "

Disaster...... war. Were you up to something in advance?

It was not Berenvar who caused this war. But you said it was moving unconsciously so that it would get bigger? No, if what you're saying is what it is, is that the stage before it?

Based on this gesture, this guy... has already done something similar. No way, destroy the parallel world with allowances or gradual...

"... that's not calm."

"If you don't like it, come kill me after you cross the 100th layer. You can come out of me again if you want. Ten years in this world, you'll have administrative authority, too, right?

"... I see what you're saying. Something I'm not seeing right now. But you're the manager, not Mr. Berenvar, aren't you?

'I need it as a tool to look for it. It's also valuable as a research sample because it was rarely called out of control. "

"But it's not even high priority, is it? Alternatives are possible as far as I can ask. The point is, it would be nice to act as a net and a hand that destroys the world."

What are you trying to say?

I wonder what Mr. Glenn intends to do. It doesn't have an atmosphere that pinches my mouth...

"Like I said first, we have business with him, too. I'm in trouble to be taken. … so let's make a deal."

"I don't think there's anything I can offer you?

"I do. As I say, I am king of the Infinite Corridor 100 layer offense. It's one step away from what you wanted to be. If it's on schedule, it'll be done in the next few months."

'I see, that's a much faster pace... right.... So?

"I promise I'll contact you first if I attack you and get admin privileges and dogs. I need you to have the means to contact me."

"So he told me to leave him alone."

"That's right. If you're living in eternal times, it wouldn't be the same as blinking for a few months, would it? I was wondering if you could give this place up as a senior."

".................. Hmm"

Is this... is there a pulse? His values are too unique for me to comprehend.

'... would be good. I'm not that obsessed with that black either. If you can meet your compatriots in just a few months in this world's time, though, it's a harvest.'

"Then we have a deal."

'No, that's not just boring. Let's have a good time here.... Let's wager that black one for a fight'

"... what, you want me to kill each other?

'This is an infinite corridor. I'm not dying. Besides, killing each other with an unauthorized opponent isn't fun for me, and it's boring to say hand-to-hand with an isolated opponent of strength so far.... Well, I don't know if there's a way to destroy us when we say we're gonna kill each other'

I don't know what that guy's capable of, but I guess the 100-layer is attacking lightly over it. Should I assume you have as much power as Dammus?

No matter how low you estimate it, we're not good opponents, including Mr. Glenn.

'Oh, the corner. This guy here. Shall we fight this guy? The level's just right, isn't it?

That's what administrators say, hand tapping the giant creatures of creepy forms. That's the end of a glass that won't be microscopic from earlier.

"... would be good. It's cheap. Except for me..."

'It's a corner, so why don't you join the others around you? No matter how weak you are, it's not just a tour, is it?

The admin who waited for Mr. Glenn to exclude us from the fight. It's an extra favor.

'Once upon a time, I had a similar situation. There's wreckage at that time, and it's called reproduction.'

"I want to confirm one thing. … this is the infinite corridor, but what happens if you die"

'Hmm? As you know, the zero layer of the infinite corridor... just gets thrown out somewhere in this world. I don't know where.'

... what's that rule? Zero layer?

"... ok. Drink that condition"

'Okay, well, let's try to use free space per infinite corridor minus 150 layers. You've been waiting a little while, but it's called Operation Time.'

- System Command "Dungeon Creator" -

Again, our sights switched and the view changed.

-2 -

My vision switched without even blinking. What we have is a stone square room.

Unlike metastases, it's a similar phenomenon when traveling to the Royal Laden Castle. … do you mean a newly created space in the admin area?

The difference other than the place...... that admin and the monster, and Berenvar are not there. Exactly. They're not going to stick together until the prize.

... You said it would be a pleasure, but you decided it would be time consuming. If we could have done this, we could have been the only ones eliminated regardless of the negotiations. Is it huge that I could take that to the form of a battle though bend...... Honestly, I can't even throw out the possibility that I'm just being deceived.

But the same goes for Berenvar, but I can get more time to gather information on him than that. Depending on the situation, should we also consider abandoning Belen... It's going to be Mr. Glenn to judge that... can I tolerate that?

The confusion is great. I just don't get it. That must be the same for Mr. Glenn.

"... I'm sorry. Apparently, I got caught up in something strange. I wish I could have guided the subject alone."

- "There is also a risk of eavesdropping, so exchanging important information from here is done in a mindset." -

Mr. Glenn began his regular conversation, as well as his interactions in Reading Tales.

Surely this is the belly of the enemy. Never get too cautious. Just in case, don't snort and continue the conversation.

"It's okay. No problem. I mean, now."

We can't say anything about being asked to come in the first place because it's tolerated by Mr. Night Light who got caught up in it.

This is what was originally supposed to happen, and that's not true.... things have gotten weirder than the flags put up by our managers. The dragon assault was still easier to deal with. I'll have to lecture him on flag management in detail next time.

- "Is it possible that this reading itself has been intercepted? ――

- "I can't say I don't, but it should be low. I planted some faux in the middle of an earlier conversation, but there was no reaction whatsoever.

Were you doing that? I certainly didn't react the way I noticed it. Acting can be a line, but there is no judgment.

- "Parasite Legion is a group race, right? Assuming it's of the same kind, but you don't need words to communicate your will, so you don't use them all the time.

- "Does Night Light Know Them? ――

- "It would be a subspecies of a species that I sometimes see in my region of birth. Absolutely not, but I mean, you might think that individual communication is unnecessary.

- "Well, it's better to assume that all the guys who come out share information, including in the future" -

The grass race was < parasite legion >. If it's parasitic to Satina, it's quite possible that the administrator is of the same race.

... I don't know how the group feels, but does it mean it's the same as an ant or something? Is there a region wandering around outside? I'm super scared.

- "Dan... about Mr. Pestle..."

- "Ask me not to try to get it out even if I'm reading. In the worst case scenario, we thought about using it as a negotiating material, but the uncertainty element is too large.

It's better not to say Dammus even if you're reading. The Dungeon Master will find out by his proper name.

There's nothing I can do if my thoughts are being read, but you have no choice. I'm already thinking a lot of dummies.

"Vivian, have you seen that administrator's status?

Beautiful Bows start a conversation that doesn't matter if he asks. It would be necessary because it would be unnatural to shut up without talking.

"Nothing, I can't see, was. There are too many differences."

If you don't look like Mr. Carrot, there's no one in here who can "nurse" him.

I don't know Mr. Night Light's skill level, but I don't think he values your skills any more than he is a combat specialist.

"I guess I couldn't see through that because it was parasitic and integrated, not fictional... or level difference?

"I'm the one who's unexpected in the first place. I don't know how you could have rubbed through surveillance."

"It's a challenge for the future.... Oh, I'm a little shocked"

As far as I can tell, both Glass and Satina were under the watchful eye of Beautiful Bow. I can imagine a few means of diving through it, but at the moment there is no place for speculation.

As Mr Glenn put it, there can also be ample means of being too unknown to cope.

- "Didn't he say he only attacked up to level 200? Then... somehow...

- 'Cause he just said it was a negative 200 layer, and I don't know if he was himself.

I wish I could have heard the good things, but I don't know his own offensive layers.

Dammus said the authority he has is up to 100 layers. If there's no match of authority with the offensive layer, there's a good chance he's attacking more than 100.

At least that's where the authority is, and it can be irrevocable if you destroy Dammus' existence badly. I can't even look at the world war when it starts.

Whatever you can do about it, there is room for negotiation at the moment. Then we should hit it with that hand first.

- "The worst things like someone dying are likely to be avoided, but they're troublesome things."

- "It's deadly for Mr. Glenn, the head of the front line, to die."

- "I... wouldn't be. Perhaps Tsubaki and Miyumi are more important. Sometimes I'm the best alternative.

- "That's not true..."

This is the guy on the table. It may be said to be essentially the face of a labyrinth city.

- "I do, that's what I do. That's what you think of the night light, isn't it? ――

- "I have trouble shaking you by me, but... maybe so. It's only an assessment in there.

- "I don't think you're being taken lightly, but if you can't, you can have an alternative," is where I stand. In that regard, you have no choice.

Am I right?

Because you're a record holder? Or because you're ex-Japanese? I don't know if Mr. Glenn knows, but because he has a lead that involves deep down in the infinite corridor?

All will be important. But that doesn't diminish Mr. Glenn's importance. Dammus will never tolerate losing Mr. Glenn. At least I haven't seen it lightly.

That administrator said it was rubbish except for himself and his kind.

But you can bet, but Dammus isn't moving with those values. Even if I rub it off, I know what's important. That's why I can stand oh well.

Nearby people and creatures, the monsters, also seem to have a great deal of faith in him.

I guess that depends on position, birth, and various factors. There will also be the aspect that Dammus is moving after understanding it.

But that's not all. Not the dungeon master, but the part that is attracted to the very existence of Pestle Shingo.

It doesn't seem to me like he could be cut off unnecessarily.

Of course I don't fully understand the essence. There's so much I don't know. But I feel like I could have gotten that far because I'm such a man.

Maybe he and our dammus are the same administrators, but the way they are is decidedly different. I can tell you that. It's never an incompatible thing.

"Mr. Glenn needs it"

"... right. It would help if you could say that."

I can assure you that I accidentally uttered it, not "Reading Tales," but that's not wrong. We need this guy in Dammus, in us, in Labyrinth City.

People are like people. In order for an organism to be biological, we need something extra.

I can't help but think that I might be allergic to the end of losing or truncating that kind of thing one by one. Dammus knows that. I'm aware of it...

"... I see"

Mr. Night Light looks at me and gives me the look that he understands something. I feel as though I'm being trampled upon when I'm seen with that face of mine.

... Is it too much to think that I don't really want this guy to appreciate me? They're going to kill me if they're interested.

"Either way, it's huge that we're not going to die here. Glass... it won't be that much of a problem with that monster."

"Can you handle that monster even Captain Glenn?

Philos' concerns are best. Mr. Carrot's "Nursing" information alone is definitely a formidable enemy. Besides, I don't have any information about them.

"The LV100 is probably overwhelmed, but there are as many fights as there are on this one, no matter how small the number. I'm used to that."

"What are your chances of winning?

"It would be like five minutes, including the unknown. It's a pitiful story because you'd say you'd win anything but Elmia."

I'm going to say it. And I'm really going to win. But still, I guess it's pretty confident.

"It depends on the rules that are going to be presented, but if I'm not the only one fighting him, the odds of winning jump.... Has the night light ever interacted with the man in that hand?

"Exactly no LV100 over, but if you're a nearby species...... if you can deal with me and Mr. Glenn, you're a fine opponent. With Linda, sure."

Seriously. Three...... can you say that you can win for sure, not that you have a winning eye for two and one?

"Just don't let that hand take long. I'm going to need a few hours just for the hell of it. You wouldn't run out of an hour with the firepower of night light, would you?

"That's just going to be hard... not necessarily if they don't work there... depending on the rules you're going to present to this guy"

"... he doesn't care if he wins or loses."

This is like a special event in [Castle of Blood] if you ask me. If you lose, you lose Belen, the other guy is not as kind as Lotte. There's a difference between unknown beings... so not at all.

Well, even if the conditions and circumstances of the competition are different, it doesn't change the game using the dungeon. Even the worst case scenario is the total annihilation of us.

"Besides, if this is an infinite corridor, it's like home. I have a feeling I'm unprepared, but if I'm not going to die, I'll fight the way I always do."

"That's right, but don't forget to say this is just the inside of the other guy's stomach."

"It's Rikai."

Mr. Night Light is floating despite this situation. The impression is similar to that of Mr. Sword Blade, but I feel different again. Sometimes I haven't grasped my personality, but doesn't this person get nervous or anything?

... Well, now would be a good time about Mr. Night Light's character.

But I'm really curious.

It's good that we don't know anything about the infinite corridor. There is a good chance that the negative layer will be zero layer and that the information that is not actually tied to the offense was just not given out by Dammus judging it unnecessary. Even the Administrator Realm.

But that administrator... so does Berenvar, but he feels a lot different from us about the dungeon attack and its environment.

I say it's early to attack two layers in a few months, and I say it's prudent that we haven't reached level 100 in the LV100. Even for the number of adventurers, Berenvar's world said it was quite small, but that administrator said it was more than that... as if no companion existed. Instead of common sense being different from one world to another... in an environment where Beren and the Administrator world are close, other worlds are similar... rather our world is more like heresy... that's the impression.

When I said negotiation, Mr. Glenn didn't say anything abrupt or haphazard. Such a discrepancy in perceptions between worlds misled, and it also seemed like a good story had progressed.

"... By the way, how long should I wait here?

Mr. Tomato crouched in and began to blur. I've been talking about something that has nothing to do with it since earlier, but this would simply be stupid.

Look, they're fishing next door and Mr. Carrot is crouching. Lined up, it just looks like elementary school kids are playing.

"It would be bad for him to see his feelings like ours... but I want him to stop being a year."

- "What do you do with the ultimate goal? If I can get Berenvar back, he'll leave me alone.

- "In the worst case, that's also somewhat unmistakable, but my hands are hitting.... I don't really have a chance of winning this one...

You don't want to talk about it in the Mindfulness Story as much as you can, but are you calling me Dammus or something?

Even so, the flow of time is different than this is a dungeon. It is better to assume that no rescue is foreseen than no contact has been made at this time.

"That's... give me a break. Yo. I've been wandering for about six months..."

"... I can only say that's sad... but be patient a little longer"

Mr. Tomato is a dead matter, isn't he? I know it's better than there for us, but isn't it time to go home?

- "If you think realistically, what you can do will be dealt with later. I'd like to restrain him if I were greedy...

Isn't that a challenge for us?

"If you're going to be late, why don't you scream out loud and you'll listen to me?

"If you're listening, you don't have to shout, but you're going to notice..."

It was time for my head to hang out with my reading and regular conversation. The ones who don't pinch their mouths must be because they stink of trouble.

"Philos is calm even in this condition. I'm not sure Gowen is as good as ever."

"Hmm? I guess..."

It must have been a pretty sudden development, but Philos looks about as calm as Mr. Nocturnal. I don't see him pinching his mouth from earlier, but Gowen and the horse are calm on the surface.

No way, I was planning to play with a girl I knew at a completely irrelevant concoction... no matter how much, that won't happen. Any relaxation.

"This is all I get used to when I'm with you..."

"It's my fault."

"Because or because of..."

Either way, I'm not calm. I'm sure it's all weird, but I'm not a sidekick this time, am I?

"Totally unexpected. Now the sword blade will laugh at me again."

"Mr. Glenn has had such a place for a long time. He used to laugh in his booze seat," He panicked as soon as something unexpected happened. "

"Son of a bitch... I've been out a lot before, so this is better."

"It's okay. He said he was well represented. It made me look good about old videos and stuff, but it's totally different."

"... please don't talk about it"

I really don't think so. Is it true that Mr. Glenn is also on the way to growth?

I'm not much of a restrainer type, but for those of you who feel ashamed of the past, the Labyrinth City video system has something tight. The general record has been kept.

... I wonder if you could also publish Mr. Saloria's embarrassing record or something.

"It's going to take a while... there's more we can do than know the rules... All right, Philos, Gowen"

"Yes, what is it"

"With you... I'll give you some armaments."

Oh, well. Dammus wouldn't complain about such a unforeseen situation.

With good armor, even though we are not the main force, we can increase our chances of winning somewhat. It's not going to be power leveling.

"I said... but when you look at it like this, you don't have anything to be busy with. It's just something that might get caught up in the talent limit."

Glenn says if you're peeking into the Item Box or something, look in the hollow.

It is also common for adventurers and guild officials to see hollow in this way. Maybe it's something different from the skills we use.

"It would be different if it was directly connected to the warehouse in Item Storage."

"I don't think anyone expects Mr. Glenn to."

Hi, it seems that an item called Armed specializes in something as it heads to the Advanced Rank, with negative traits and talent limits instead.

They actually don't have any other examples of dedicated items like my baby's right arm, but they're still mostly customized for personal use.

What Mr. Glenn can prepare here is an advanced rank, which is also top-level stuff, so naturally there are many things that we can't handle with our talent, and there seem to be a lot of things with some kind of problem even with what we can handle.

If this is a labyrinth city, we can find it directly from the warehouse. I can't help it because I'm on my way.

In the end, there were not many weapons in Mr. Glenn's possession that could be handled by us, so we could only reinforce them to the point of counting.

Gowen's arm strength is constantly strengthened, Philos is close to Mr. Glenn's position, so his shield and one-handed sword borrowed a sword close to it, too.

It's just something that's durable, aggressive, and enhanced slashing, but it must still be pretty powerful. "Sizing" is also added, so you'll get used to it soon.

"I'll lend you this from me, Watanabe."

"Huh?"

That's what Mr. Night Light took out: a single knife.

"You have a class, don't you? We should be able to use this somehow."

"Is that good?

"I'm not stupid enough to fuck with something that can boost my power in this situation."

Received, and when I pulled it out, a bright red corpse appeared as blood. A knife that unleashes a charm that isn't strange to be called a demon knife, like being sucked in.

"The name is Red Cherry Blossom. It's my old love knife. Just lend it to me, and don't break it."

"... Yes"

The fact that I haven't used it and have it is still important... if I break it, will I have to pay for it? I can manage if I cry to Dammus......

Shit, isn't this the flag to break?

"I wish I could have lent you something, too, hey. The position is completely different, and I gave you the sword for protection..."

"I'm not trying to borrow anything from a shooter."

"Should I lend you a tomato for anything? I'm not very combative..."

"No, I don't know..."

I don't know what tomato is, but it won't be about this guy himself. Honestly, I just want to distract you from the sound of it. I'm going to feel subtle when I receive it.

They were then also given some information on consumables. It's all subtle performance stuff that Mr. Glenn and the others don't use in combat, but it's fancy for us.

Outside the labyrinth city, there are potions that can be a national treasure, but they don't have to give this back. It doesn't have to be used here. It seems like it can be used effectively later.

You'll lose it when you die, so it's bad to say you don't use it. Let me use it at all costs if I have to. I'm the type to use Elixir at all costs.

-3-

In the end, the manager contacted me more than 30 minutes later.

What suddenly appeared in the room as a messenger was a small, fat middle-aged man dressed like a nobleman in gorgeous clothes.

He's like a zombie drooling from his mouth and pointing at his white eyes, but he stands on his own for once. I guess it's moving with parasitic Legion, not in person.

"Duh, Domo, Matata Tata Tata"

I don't know what you're talking about.... was not acting as a messenger.

What's going on, this?

"... King Lardin"

Mr. Tomato sees the man and says who he is. I'm pretty sure that's what the guy I've been sticking around for... Is that Laden's head of state? More importantly, why the candidate?

"Was it oh from the beginning?

"No...... I was just fat before the metastasis"

Even though they are at war with each other, it is a terrible way to say that they are just fat to a former prime minister of state.

Well, the fat guy in front of you is already not even just fat anymore.

"So, De is the set-me-up of the rules... oh, that's awesome"

Suddenly, King Lardin's words turned into fluent ones. No, the phenomenon of words sounding double… the overlapping voices are different, but they are the same as the example administrator.

"The inferior species cannot develop slowly in the language field. Don't feel suspicious if it was really the same race '

"... are you an administrator?

'Oh, it's troublesome, so I switched. I'll explain the rules instead.'

Even if it keeps going, it is suspicious if the rules have been properly explained.

But is it him instead...? Something tells me you're a guy without a dependable subordinate. Is there only a parasite under control?

... Only the president is a capable, one-man company. It's a one-man president who can destroy the world.

Once again, the explanation of the rules by the mastermind himself began.

"What you're about to challenge is the [stationary clock tower], a circular tower separated by twelve rooms. If you go up the stairs there, you'll be able to get to the center of the lower level."

Although not until earlier, a staircase leading from the inside of the room to the ceiling was installed.

I'm not sure from here, but it doesn't look open up ahead. I guess we can't move until we get started.

... but is this guy's world also clock made in decimal numbers? The same goes for labyrinth cities, but isn't it going to be a pretty astronomical chance?... No, it doesn't matter.

"The structure of the tower is on all fifth floors, not including here. There's a boss standing by on the top floor. Defeat this within the time limit and you will win. Let's be honest with you about that black one. '

"I ask you once, what if you lose?

'Let's just take him and disappear. Yeah, even if you guys win, I want you to remember I'm gonna disappear. The prize is just that black one. "

"... ok. Explain the time limit and other rules."

Win or lose, you run away. Mr. Glenn's face is unwilling to let him get away with it, but how much chance does he have of winning?

"The time limit is thirty minutes"

"... that's a lot of speed."

"Well, listen to me. It's the role of a challenger other than you to earn this time limit."

Is that about us?

During an earlier conversation, Mr. Glenn said it would take a few hours to finish the glass. Even the three of us who added Mr. Night Light and Linda should have difficulty attacking within half an hour. We're going to buy that time.

"There are tricks available on each floor to increase this time limit. Twelve rooms were provided on the ground floor separated by five minutes, six on the second floor separated by enough, two on the third floor in thirty minutes and one on the fourth floor separated by an hour. Each room is equipped with a monster, and at the time of attacking this, there is a mechanism for increasing the time limit for the division of that room. If you don't mind the time limit, you can ignore everything and go knock down the glass'

Is the clock split as it is?

In other words, if you attack everything, four whole hours will be added. This battle will take as little as 30 minutes, and no matter how long it takes, it will be settled in four and a half hours.

"Do you mind if I attack the room along the way?

'I don't mind, but each room is allowed to go in and out for that increasing amount of time. You can't get in on the way, and you can't get out if you attack quickly. "

I see. Even if you increase the time limit, the same amount of time will be taken into custody.

It means that we will inevitably be forced to split. Naturally, the main force fighting the glass needs to be excluded from it.

Even if we all attacked all the rooms without loss, the time limit would remain the same. Instead, only the hassle will increase and the minute time of the loss of travel time will be lost.

... This is a battle we should try. So you went out of your way to prepare a showcase. You're so grateful and tearful.

"What if you don't defeat the monster inside and you pass that time?

"The offense in that room fails. Of course, the time limit doesn't increase. The challenger is forced to leave as is. It is also not possible to retry to the same room '

"What are the limits on the number of challengers in each room?

'No, no matter how many people each room and the challenge to the glass. You can attack as many people as you want.'

"Any information on the strength, type, etc. of the enemy?

'Right...... approximate, about forty floors in the infinite corridor on the ground floor. It is adjusted to be reinforced by about ten layers every time it rises from there up. The glass... looks like you guys were "breaking it," but let's keep it a secret.

I mean, you even bothered to adjust the strength of your enemies.

Forty floors down the infinite corridor is pinky, but we can attack as far as we can. On top of that...... the danger increases considerably when it comes to the fiftieth tier class upstairs.

If Glenn and the others don't participate in an attack below the fourth floor, we should carefully hit multiple people even on the first floor...

"What are the limitations such as skill items?

'You can be free except on the fifth floor. Consider that remote support from below the fourth floor is not possible, as all skills will be blocked between the fourth and fifth floors. Naturally, you're free to use it inside, so I want you to do your best.'

With respect to the fourth floor and below, "Reading Talk" also allows for interaction with the inside of the room. Others will be able to hang auxiliary magic before trying the room.

"During the challenge below the fourth floor, you said you would impose restrictions on entry and exit, but can't you enter the room on the fifth floor?

'No, let's just go to the fifth floor whenever we want. But you can't leave.'

He said we'd be allowed in later.

"Last but not least, it is good to recognize that it is not possible to retry the dead"

'Uh, right. Sorry about the postfix, but this game will be over when you die. It's boring to keep dashing after the main dish falls off. Otherwise, it corresponds to the rules of this world's infinite corridor. Unfortunately, I don't know where to revive, so I can't take responsibility for that.... I guess you guys know each other better'

It's not like you can try again and again like [Castle of Blood]. All one-shot battles. If he dies, he'll be retarded.

... Will it be forwarded to a hospital in the labyrinth city for a moment?

"I don't know... is that it?

'Right. Okay, let's get started, let's do this right now. Good luck with that. Enjoy it at best.'

Leaving it at that, King Lardin collapsed on the spot and exploded.

"Huh!!"

Flesh pieces and blood scatter around, causing a dead odor. That's a nasty performance, dude.

-4-

"We don't have time, but we're going to make the order."

Ignore the end of King Lardin's path and the operational meeting begins.

It's the last thing that makes me look like a glass, but it can also be called karma. I can't even be very sympathetic.

Will this also end the war because the other head of state is dead?... It's a dungeon here, so I might be back with Kellogg when I'm done showing you around.

"To the fifth floor, me and Linda, head in the night light. Miyumi, you stay below the fourth floor and ask me to attack the room."

Copy that, sir.

It is a force that is based on the assumption that the glass will be secured.

I suppose it would be better to have long-range coverage for the beauty bow, but it doesn't have to be a problem.

"Black waits on the fourth floor without participating in the offense. Liaison officer if there is a problem with the attack below the fourth floor. I'll leave it up to you to decide when to enter."

"I understand."

I don't know about Black's fighting power, but I can't expect that much more than not being an adventurer at any high level.

Even a liaison officer who informs us of our attack is a necessary role.

Then the offense below the fourth floor is me, Philos, Gowen, Mr. Carrot and five beautiful bows.

"The rest ask for a strategy below the fourth floor. You don't have to attack everything with perfection. After buying some time, you can stop there if you find it difficult to attack any more."

If the time difference is placed, the situation below the fourth floor can be communicated to the members of the fifth floor, but vice versa, it is plain tight that it is not possible. I can't tell how much more time I should buy.

If possible, it would be better to attack with perfection......

"We should at least split into two teams, considering we're going to reduce Rothschild."

I guess the internal structure is simple, but it takes time to get in and out of the room and travel upstairs. I can't help but divide the smaller number. The problem is its breakdown......

"Anticipate the timing in Tales and alternate attacks."

"What about team splitting?

"Place Vivian outside the room as a relay. In the meantime, the Sempai way should be organized by the three of us. At least the first floor should be enough for me to be alone."

"... ok"

It would be easy to think of the power of war.

It would be possible for us to attack alone if we were on the ground floor, but it would be better if we could afford just the first. If he dies, he falls off.

Since Mr. Carrot's ability to support him functions well outside the room, I can also tell the decision not to go into the room with him poorly.

"You'll be alone, but be careful."

"... we will see the situation and rendezvous. Given Rothschild, it's better to split it as much as possible, because it's not a good idea to fall off. As a guide, upstairs or even late, on the third floor..."

"I guess that's about it"

When we're in the 60-story class of the infinite corridor, it's just hard for the three of us to deal with it alone. I know it's definitely not impossible, but there's going to be a real risk of death.

... If this is the case, I was forced to bring Sarges. I couldn't have anticipated such a development, so I can't help but say it.

The number [1: 00.00], which I have seen several times, appears in the corner of my vision, further decreasing its value. We have one minute left.

The time notation on this hand is really nervous. A sense of impatience that shouldn't be necessary deprives the body of its freedom.

I was the only one who seemed nervous looking around. At least I haven't put it on the table. I think it's a big deal.

Everyone, stand by the stairs.

It's covered with walls and I can't see beyond, but I guess it'll lead to somewhere at the same time as this countdown ends.

It's a different course of action from the moment you get out. Whatever Beauty Bow is, it's possible that Glenn and I won't see each other until this battle is over.

"I need to ask you something before we start, okay?

"Oh, my God, it's already started."

Philos has spoken at this earthen pitch.

The countdown has already begun. The attack starts in less than a minute. If there was anything to check in advance, there would have been some time, though. Now what do you mean to ask in this situation?

"... are you your enemy?

The inquiry that came out of Philos had nothing to do with this attack, but it was a question to have if it was meant to be.

That too simple a question would not be because time is pressing or something like that.

There's also avoiding the risk of eavesdropping, probably because I'm convinced that's enough to pass on. In fact, I know what you want to hear.

- Are you my enemy?

Whoever names that janitor is the one I want to kill.

He planted a mystery gift on me?

"... no"

He's not. Nothing. It's impossible to be in a standing position, but I can assure you it's not.

I honestly don't like that janitor, and I'm even disgusted. It would definitely be an enemy if asked if it was. But that's not what Philos is referring to as an enemy.

I didn't even remember it when I saw him. Nothing ties in with being asked this way right now.

He's not the one to whom the kind of disgust, hostility, fear, anger that springs from the bottom of my soul, those negative emotional currents can be directed.

To be honest, I'm not even very interested in him. I think we should eliminate it, and I'm interested in the information we have, but that's all.

My goal is not him. I was so sure.

"Well, I thought not. Unique Confirmation"

"... you look so happy"

Philos, saying so, seemed happy for some reason. I'm not giving it a look, but I feel that way from the tone.

What's about to start is a killing each other with an unknown opponent, albeit a game that won't die. Berenvar's physique is also wagered. It's not a good situation to be optimistic about.

"That's your goal, and I don't have any tension."

"... tell you what"

To that extent, even you are an unimaginable monster. It is out of standard enough for us to have no hands or feet today.

"The goal is high, big, far away. That's better. The goal for me is you, but the goal for you is boring to that extent."

"... I thought you heard this conversation, too?

To that extent... it doesn't bother me.

"He's not interested in our conversation. I don't think he's going to find it worth hearing the words of his little opponent.... Maybe it's different around here."

I don't ask what the difference is. Because I know the answer.

Phyllos and I have been together for a long time. I guess I'm grasping some essence. Maybe you understand better than I do.

"Let's get over it and get to the next stage"

"... right"

Neither vain nor clear, I think so.

Or maybe he's not even my relay point, I think.

In the first place, it's Mr. Glenn he's looking at, and maybe only Dammus can solve this problem from the ground up. It is Berenvar who is being held captive, and Satina who is manipulating.

I'm not much of a part of the war with Laden that got cut off.

Even if I stay here, I'm not directly involved. This is the mainstream of my life... a place that has nothing to do with the Grand Story.

It's been a strange development, but what you're doing hasn't changed much from your studies, which were the original purpose of the expedition. A lot of things to learn are not good occasions to get out of hand, but there will be no difference between sidekicks.

If I'm being honest, I won't be motivated much longer.

But I'm not going to lose. I don't like that administrator, and I have myself wanting to save Berenvar.

"Come on, let's go. Are you ready?"

Mr. Glenn looked back and glanced at us. We snort silently.

The countdown is over.

... Now, shall we try our best to be sidekicks?