Over The Infinite

-1 -

"Sa... Njaku layer?

I lost my word to the bomb statement that popped out of the mouth of Elsel, the god of water.

I don't seem to be the only one who was stunned, and Mr. Night Light has the same look on his face. Yuki isn't that far, but maybe she doesn't feel it because she's not a party to the expedition.

Sarjes is the only one who's flat without moving at all. It's not that I don't understand it or that I expected it, I guess I'm simply not interested.

Elsel, the god of water, is waiting for this one to settle down, or he is quietly mumbling.

Did the fact that he showed up for direct negotiations mean that he was here? Even the nameless were explored with a power technique called allowance or dependency, but were discovered at a pinpoint?

'It's more a request from the Dungeon Master than from the Intelligence Agency. That's over for today.... There's been a harder story coming in.'

Is this what Dirk said he couldn't talk about?... That's forbidden.

Even the nameless, the 200th layer administrator, is a labyrinth city...... no, even though it can rock this world, if it shows up directly on top of it, it will have trouble coping with any amount of damnation.

... but does the negotiation mean that there is at least no hostility? Whether it's friendly or not, it means it's not the right person to talk to.

As silent as it is, a little time passes.

Mr. Shui came back to the silent talking room and put tea in front of us with his refined work, then stood straight behind the couch of the water god Elsel without sitting down.

I guess Mr. Mizuki here is only standing as a squire of the water god Elsel. It's amazing how you can't even make a cup noise in this silence, Mr. Shui.

Reach for tea for now to get the timing of your statement.

"What is this, super awesome eh!?"

I couldn't even tell the place how delicious it was and screamed.

It's tea served in a place like this. I thought something sawdust superior would come out, but I've easily exceeded that expectation.

Taste, flavour, throat, aftertaste, noble flavour spreads when slightly touched in the mouth, and its aromatic flavour pushes even the process of passing it through the throat to the body.

Definitely the best flavor I've ever had. You can say the ultimate. It seems to have jumped beyond imaginable boundaries and even expanded the perceptual area of flavour. I'm sure you'll be happy to get into the trachea by surprise.

You know, my reaction was hilarious. Elsel, the god of water, is laughing, but if they put this out, so will the other guys.

"I wouldn't be able to serve a drink that is bad for someone who even names the Water God. The truth is, the water is the best as it is, but it often just rudely hits the water to serve it to guests."

Not on that level. This is a flavour that even human reason easily destroys. Once you drink it, even people will show up saying they'll do anything to have another drink.

"... I heard rumors, but this is something the average person shouldn't talk about. The country could perish just for one drink."

"It's a substitute that even guests who come here don't send out. My personal apologies for the inconvenience ahead."

Apologies... I don't know what kind of trouble this is, but this is a big apology.

Nor does Mr. Night Light's reaction sound like a joke after he mouths this tea. There would be no ingredient dependence, but the taste alone could be as addictive as drugs.

Instead of appearance, presence, or fighting power, I understood the power of the sub-gods with just one cup of tea. Do you mean the god of water?

... I don't know, he's totally drunk. The other guy didn't even make him feel the pressure to care, but he stained himself with mightiness and realized it. I don't have a problem with them because they are friendly and comfortable, but if this is a legitimate negotiation, we lose at this point.

Very unfortunate, but place the cup with the spirit of iron. That's not the point.

"… so what was the story brought in by the administrator of the 3000 layer?"

"Oh, let's get back to it... but it's not a noisy story. Like I said, her purpose is to negotiate."

Is she... a woman? In other words, there is a race of genders. It wouldn't mean like a warship.

I guess I'm not human. As far as the nameless reaction is concerned, it seems rare for humans to be able to proceed with an attack.

"You said we'd help something, but this time, like on an expedition, there wouldn't be a war or a strange dungeon attack?

"I can't say for sure there will never be one in the future, but it doesn't look like it will at this stage. As for the other side, I must say that there is a large part of the unknown at the moment to judge as an ally, but at least not as unorthodox as a nameless"

"... as an administrator, is he the exception?"

I honestly don't want to deal with people who use parasitic brainwashing to lead the world to annihilation over and over again. It would be difficult for Dammus to move without causing damage with all of that.

Even last time, the two countries of the warring parties have done quite a bit of damage just to the extent that it affects us. I can't even see Lardin.

I can prevent sudden damage if this is just the person who will start with the negotiations. Even if you encounter a deeper administrator, you can handle it.

"If her story is to be true, it seems that an infinite corridor administrator is the majority of people like nameless. Unfortunately, she and the Lord are more exceptional."

But that pale expectation was easily shattered. Anyway, this time, he said it's more likely that the person he encounters in the future won't be able to talk to.

"Maybe the other side wanted a decent, well-spoken opponent. The purpose of this negotiation was also to build a joint front for interaction between the world and, if possible, an infinite corridor strategy. Greetings, among the world groups that have come into contact with the past, especially here… the world seems rare to organize itself like a labyrinth city to advance its offensive"

The exception, on the other hand, is very normal. Listening only to words only sounds like diplomacy between countries at best.

Instead of being pessimistic about the fact that it's just someone you can't talk to, should you be happy to have someone in there who can talk to you?

"The 3000 layer administrator is more up there in authority, isn't it? Are you talking about being subordinate?

The purpose of Dammus is only to return to Earth, not the prosperity of this city. Depending on the content, that would also be ant.

It's harder to think of selling it out easily than building a labyrinth city today for an infinite corridor attack, but it can still depend on the conditions. Wouldn't that be a line you shouldn't trust if you were to consider the circumstances in which that guy was placed?

"No, what we're looking for is basically a reciprocal cooperative relationship. Though it is a difficult value to understand when created as an operational officer, what we need is the know-how of fighting and organizing to attack infinite corridors, and I guess we are not interested in the city or the world itself..., Lord said"

Do you mean that the values around there are still close to nameless? The world administrator is not a politician.

"In the first place, we also know that the Lord is not a legitimate 100-tier administrator. It won't be so unscrupulous until we start interacting."

... at least because the nameless were instant killers. There's a wall between that guy and a normal administrator that you can't just jump over with authority.

This one won't be a story as a damask or a wish. Diplomacy with different civilizations, the world, would be a hassle, but subtracting it would be far more efficient than pursuing an attack alone.

It's not just competition principles, as seen in the < Arc Sabre > and < Meteor Knights >. In this case, diversity is important. Observe, consider, and counteract things with multiple values, then connect them. It is extremely useful for beings with different perspectives to work together against a huge unknown like the infinite corridor. Even if this ends up as a result of non-interference with the exchange of information alone, it can be said to be a sufficient outcome.

Somehow, you're at a level where I suspect it's too serious to have a back.

"Um... can you really trust me? Even if they say it's an exception, the reference example of authority is allergic, so I can't really feel safe with the negative impression."

"That's a discussion and step-by-step interaction, including that. Regardless of the intimidation against the backdrop of overwhelming warfare, the Lord is moving fairly carefully because he is not good at diplomacy above national level."

Even though it is about my husband, my evaluation is very painful.

Sora, the diplomatic arm cannot be polished because a largely unilateral power game is established. You can almost tell what you're doing to your kingdom counterpart if you look at Borderline Uncle. That guy, he just looked at Dammus' face and said, 'Whoa!' He said something like that.

"The Dungeon Masters have failed greatly in our hometown. Some parts of the structure of a state that has long been distorted cannot be helped by power or violence alone. Destroying the city as a whole will not clean it up unless later all that remains is untraceable chaos, cut into root pieces and further ground. No, I'm not blaming you as a party."

"That lesson would also be a bitter experience for the Lord"

"In that regard, this case can be much easier to understand than the relationship between states for the sake of neat stakes. I just want people to apprentice each other when their country collapses."

"A country that does not unite against a blown opponent, but that ends in a power struggle between itself, is limited to static. If you intend to perform your duties as a rightful successor to the throne, the Lord will spare no effort."

"I refuse to do everything in my power. If you want to cut the roots, I can help."

Is Mr. Night Light's hometown such a terrible situation?

"Well, that's why I can say that negotiations between the world are going well so far. Of course, it would be difficult to reconcile perceptions and conditions because they are completely different civilizational opponents, but that would be a necessary expense.... Oh, I hear you've been asked to hand over the nameless as an absolute condition. Thank you for killing me for years."

... I guess there's nothing wrong with giving that to you. If there are other sources of cooperative information, they are likely to be used.

The other side will spare no cooperation if the benefactor also establishes the means to capture and kill the host enemy. I personally don't have any desire to help, and I'm sure there's no one on my side. If you change your mind and become an ally, or something like that, it's no thank-you.

"Currently, we seem to be continuing discussions between the other side and the nameless three, including how to kill them. It's a difficult story to understand, such as active discussions about how to kill yourself."

"Ji, are you discussing how to kill yourself..."

"They're looking forward to dying as the last unknown... it's over as a creature to make."

It would be a shock to Yuki, whom I had never met in person, but I was rather convinced that it seemed like a story.

It's almost impossible to understand that guy, so I guess I should give up.

"Um, if we leave out the treatment of nameless people, does that mean that there is no particularly moving movement at this stage?

"Ultimately, we aim for an alliance with the ultimate goal of a super-depth offensive, with the goal of gradual and active interaction between civilizations, the world of power, and we are in the process of confirming each other's situation and transferring information."

That, is it over? That doesn't explain the situation.

"... is the point, but I want you guys to mediate in your interaction with the world of 300 layer administrators. It's a step by step exchange."

"What?"

What are you saying all of a sudden? The process to get to the point is missing, isn't it?

"... I'm sorry, I don't know what happened or what happened."

"Well, I guess so. At best, the Lord's Hall was at the end of this party, so he explained the current situation and introduced the person to the thoughts. I nominated you... No, Watanabe Tsunami is on that side."

Why such a development? Besides, does purposefully changing my name mean I have business to do?

"May I ask why? I honestly think we're overloaded with intermediaries from around the world."

"Actually, no one, including the Lord, knows why I nominated you. Since he was nominated after he presented some information as a candidate for an intermediary, there should be no line that he originally knew you..."

That means that Dammus was willing to throw me into such a troublesome position. What are you doing to me?

No way, you don't mean I know you... don't you? If it's Mr. Dressing's reincarnated body, or something like that, he'll cry and run. We should leave that to Mr. Tomato.... The fact that no beauty bow has been nominated seems to be a thin line.

"... is this a story you can say no to in the first place?

One of the top managers of the Labyrinth City appears at the negotiating table, apart from the other attendees, by nominating this mentz.

It wouldn't just be a surprise to be good at Dammus. You understand that enforcement is occurring at the time you get here.

"I could have done anything just to talk about the inside, but I want to let it take the form of painful but compulsive. Of course, we'll have enough rewards, and I don't mind subtly grounding the Lord's Palace in an informal setting."

"No, it's a little..."

I'm not happy, and don't let my husband get grounded in the first place. You're not that light. It seems like a big role and a heavy responsibility, but I'm not going to blame Dammus for anything.

I'll gaze at Yuki and Sarjes to get my opinion, but I don't think I'm willing to say no to either.

"Well, that's a tough one."

I have to admit it's time to go undeniable, but I don't think it's a good idea to try to clean up everything with that one word.

"I was wondering if there were any other problems besides the hassle of the leader. Even if it's a long-term story, there won't be any members here who disagree with it. … However, I would like to confirm one thing personally, is it possible to go to another world by being involved in this matter?"

"I can't say I don't, but I can't say anything at this stage. Even so, we want to keep it unhindered by the Infinite Corridor's strategy."

"If the means and rights to cross the world, or information from different worlds, are available as a matter of priority, I actively agree. Of course, I'll leave the final decision to the leader."

"... ok. Let's tell the Lord that."

I don't know what purpose there is, but Sargess seems to be on board.

Maybe it's a serious story, but Sargess is scared that she can't deny the possibility that she's looking for an unknown sexuality on the frontier of another world.... you think I'm interested in torturing different world civilizations?

"In the meantime, I would like the reward that this one can prepare to be based on the difficulty of what is called a quest issuing system: 7. This is a reward until we officially start interacting by taking on intermediaries with other worlds. Afterwards, if a request arises, the reward will occur in a separate frame, but we will consider the content every time."

Fat...... is it? Difficulty: I don't know the criteria even if they say 7 criteria.

The difficulty of the quest issuing system is three levels: [easy], [popular], and [difficult]. It should have been [difficult], by the way, with an unscrupulous gesture of rookie warfare.

"... sorry. It's a [difficult] thing at the Labyrinth Alliance. In other words, I don't mind using the highest compensation that can be presented in the quest issuing system as a criterion."

Hatena was floating over our heads, and Elsel, the god of water, put in a supplement.

I don't know, I guess the difficulty of that system is originally determined by the numbers, simplifying that on the Alliance side or something like that.

... or even if suddenly they call it a reward. I would also like to negotiate individually the unscrupulous gestures of the expedition.

"By the way, the Dungeon Master tells me we can pre-empt the second of the Five Trials."

"All right, let's ask."

"Hey, Cora."

Don't make up your mind.

Yuki agrees without getting her hair in, but that's against the rules. More than Yuki is, it's nearly impossible to say no if he offers that reward.

"Personally, I think it's a little cowardly, but that means that I have a sense that this one is serious and that it has pushed me into trouble."

"Ha..."

Fair enough. Sometimes things are out of control just internally, and probably quite conceded on the part of Dammus.

If you think about the difficulty of a rookie battle or a Castle of Blood, you can call this request a bonus if you are almost guaranteed a reward just by contracting.

Either way, we don't have a choice not to. Let's just say this place swallows up irrational developments, as usual. In return, my reward is something that Dammus is going to have trouble with.

... Beautiful and stylish, usually handsome, but you want me to have a daughter-in-law who transforms into a de slut at night? Tomatoes can be eliminated at a time when the style is excellent.

And this reward was reserved just for us, and even if Mr. Night Light is involved, it's unpaid. Mr. Mizuki will be treated as an extension of his normal business.

-2 -

"First of all, the first thing I'd like you to do is meet up with the other delegate."

'... hey, are you here or what?

"Three people have been staying for three days. And you have one request from the other side... '

"Ha... why are you doing this?"

Mr. Shuiju is holding his head at the end of the aisle. Drifting into appearance after that is already the usual impression, far from that in your work mode.

Mizuki is probably intolerant because it's about Wyburn who has experienced super-deployment in my connection so far. Yuki's already given up, and I don't give a shit about Sargess from the start. The others are suspicious about time. Though I am out-of-heart.

"So, what is this place called?

Requested as the first round of cross-world exchanges was an interaction in the physical language with the world representatives there.

There is a major premise of infinite corridor attack, so I can't even understand it, but in short, it seems that we should do simulated warfare and quickly understand each other's affairs. Even if you're a conversational person, it means Mr. Brain Muscle.

The other three envoys are currently staying. However, even when it comes to representation, it doesn't seem to be a first-tier force, so it would be nice to assume an opponent of intermediate rank or so. It seems that we were originally listed as candidates to match the other party's representatives.

I had no problem losing at all, but I was instructed to do everything I could without losing my hand. Well, Mr. Brain Muscle, if they lick you, it's not a good idea.

By the way, I hear our opponent is already stumbad in a dungeon called < Four Gods of Nanbu Field > in Central Palace.

"That's a dungeon with no time adjustments over there, so shall I explain it as I travel to the central palace? Why wait for the other side?"

While walking, be briefed on what you are going to do.

"< The Four Gods Neighbourhood > is a dedicated dungeon prepared as a place for the training of our Four Gods witches. It's not exploratory like an infinite corridor, it doesn't have time adjustment, but it's a training ground where you can level up."

Oh, my God, you mean the witches' garden. It is a dungeon that looks delicious in the air.

As far as I can hear, even though it is a dedicated dungeon, it seems that there are about four entrances to suit each palace, and the structure is not very different from a normal dungeon. There is a difference between the ability to level up, but is there a training dungeon that I used for Infinite Training in Hell close?

"You're like the < Tiger Hole > of the Fist Fighter Guild. I'm guessing it's a substitute for the trial we're talking about."

According to Mr. Night Light's supplement, each of the guilds to which so-called fighters outside the Labyrinth Guild belong has a dedicated training dungeon.

It's like a subspecies of trials reserved just to acquire the skills needed for the profession, matching copies of previously registered wrestlers, and mining in mines. The content varies from guild to guild, but the base level can also be trained to about LV5.

Anyone who wants to work out more than that should register as an adventurer. So, when Minotaur minches me.

There are ways to work out in a training dungeon and then try a trial, but if you're thinking of an adventurer as your main business, it's more efficient to try a trial directly.

... You'd better assume that the majority of craftsmen in this city can break through until the middle of the trial. If it's about Jail, we're going to win.

"Um, but you're not an adventurer, are you?

The question belongs to Yuki. It was the other day that I found out about the existence of the other witches, but maybe I heard it on the expedition. Call it off at some point.

I guess you will need different qualities and skills than the average person when it comes to witches of the Four Gods, but I do doubt that you need to prepare a dungeon exclusively until you level it up. At least I also feel it is not essential for the operational management of labyrinth cities.

"Right. There is no need for combat training from the point of view of running a labyrinth city. However, since we are actually charged with the proposition of ascending rank and approaching the Four Gods"

Is the rank in this case a level, or is it a race?

… leaving aside whether it is feasible or not, becoming a sub-god seems to be a goal. That's another tough goal.

"Can't it be the infinite corridor?

"< Four God's Practical Fields > are less constrained than normal dungeons and are optimized for us, so if you're just thinking about the efficiency of your workouts, this is the top one."

"But there's a reason why the watermelon is an adventurer, right?

"In the end, it's an infinite corridor artifact, so there are limits to training, and you need to try an infinite corridor somewhere. I'm an adventurer for the purpose of establishing such know-how."

"I thought Mr. Shui was an adventurer for unknown ingredients and food expenses."

"There's that too."

Do you have one? No, I knew it.

"In the end, we're the second generation, so we're still in a trial and error phase. Everyone has not exceeded the training scope of the < Four Gods Neighborhood >. The sun is shallow, especially since Tua worshipped his life, so his combat skills are no different from those of ordinary people."

"Tuya is the kid Mizuki didn't profile for me, right? What kind of kid is he?

"What are you getting..."

It's information about the witch. Yuki may not understand, but I'll have it.

Well, even when it comes to profiles, the information Mizuki gave me is really minimal personal data. There is no significant difference from the information of adventurers available to the public. It also said name and appearance, age, hobbies and stunts, and finally combat style, but there was no information on the type of preference I wanted to hear the most. Besides, the tooth is missing for a whole person.

"Is that it? I'm sorry, maybe I just sent you some old data...... oh, excuse me"

Mr. Mizuki suddenly stops to block the conversation.

It would be a "tale" to observe from the trick of holding your ear down. I'm trying not to mix the sounds around you, but you're gonna do it even when you don't need it.

"... I just had a supplement from Master Elsel in Tales of Reading. At the request of the other party, the simulation was to be conducted one-on-one, so he told me to guide him individually to the gates of the < Four God's Neighbourhood >."

Whether it was a measure to the irregular that Mr. Night Light and Mr. Mizuki would participate, or whether they had originally just forgotten to tell him in their plans, the format of the match seemed one-on-one anyway.

"Then it's Yuki I'll show you, isn't it? It looks like the other two customers who are dealing with Mr. Watanabe and Mr. Sargess will be guided... What should we do about Mr. Night Light?"

"Hmm, because of this, I guess I'll follow you to Watanabe for a tour. He's also interested."

Right. It doesn't mean you have to win, it doesn't mean you lose and you're penalized. In two to one, it is hard to achieve the goal of showing strength. I can change the combination if it's a team fight, but this doesn't really make sense to accompany me. Enough to play World War II at best.

"As Mr. Night Light, you don't want this kind of development, and you're not dissatisfied with not having a turn?

"If I was forced to join like last time, I could wield my arms, but it's not a mock fight."

That's the best part. They're talking about as much fighting power as we are, and Mr. Night Light would be over-specified on such an opponent.

"We've had enough fun so far. You didn't throw me out, either."

"Right..."

It was a mandatory event.

Use the lift platform again to descend to the ground and exit the Watergod Palace towards the central palace. From the reception room, which was on the upper level, I was not sure, but when I had to look at the building this way, I knew well the enormity of this palace.

I don't know what it will be used for, but it's a supermassive palace like the size of a skyscraper and the size of it. I guess the reception room we were in was a few dozen floors above the ground.

... Ground is a weird story, too. This is the island that floated in the sky.

When you're walking in a line of buildings like Heian Anjing, even though it's called cross-world interaction, you feel like you're in a different world.

There is no shadow. Apparently, some of the people in charge of managing the operation of the labyrinth city visit here, but at least they're out of sight. It is a city of death with no sign of animals, birds or bugs, rather than one son. It's also like that if these buildings are abandoned, but they seem extra creepy when maintained normally.

The time is already evening. You're protecting it from the outside air. It's not cold, but it's getting pretty dim.

As we headed to the central palace, the lights lit up the entire city. It is not equipped with lights, it is a mysterious sight with blurry roads and major buildings.

"Sounds like an end area for RPGs."

"Then the Lordship Hall is the last dungeon."

If you think game-wise, Yuki's senses won't be wrong. It is the last dungeon in a different way than Shinjuku Station.

The lass boss in this case is the lord. Though I have a strong image of a Dodger preached to Dammus that it is something I have heard so far.

It was completely dark by the time we dived through the supermassive gate in front of the central palace and stepped onto the grounds inside.

If you look up into the sky, the stars of heaven will not be blocked by clouds. This is even more windy if it is the moon, but unfortunately there is no moon in this world. … I'm guessing it was also taken from information from Earth, which is Mr. Night Light's clan. I don't know the calendar.

Beyond the inorganic and tidy grounds is a building smaller in size than the palaces on all sides, but more intimidating than that.

That is similar to the pressure unleashed by the powerful enemies that have so far been relative. Mr. Mizuki and Mr. Night Light look cool, but both Yuki and Sarjes were found to have moved to a state similar to that of combat.

I can't even breathe if I'm not distracted. My hands and feet feel terribly heavy. I even remember hallucinations like being dragged into the deep sea every time I approached the central palace.

Stepping into the central palace, the pressure becomes more intense. It's like being preyed on by something, jumping into the mouth of something huge. If you were a heartless man, you wouldn't even be able to stand. The sharpened divinity to the ultimate is wrapping around and not leaving as if it were sorting the visitor.

'That's just a mansion, so it's up to them. The Four Shrines Palace... I'm tired of just passing through, so if I were you, I'd give you a break. "

I see. This is not a place I like to visit. Mr. Dhadaka's senses are legitimate.

... Corgolo, who declined to attend, is wise. Maybe he felt something like a crisis.

Instead of being located in the heart of the central palace, we head after Mr. Shui.

There should be few visitors either. Bare through the countless rooms and down the stairs to the basement, there was an underground festival like the Watergod Gate. In the back is the shape is the birdhouse, but if you look where it's waving, it's probably the transfer gate.

"Welcome aboard,"

The only thing I waited for there was a witch of different colors than Mizuki's. He waited here because he was a guide to the gate on the side of Wind God's Palace.

Four Shrines Fenghua. According to the profile I received beforehand from Mizuki, the witch of the wind god Tiglare. The name includes "wind," like Mr. Shui's "water," but that's probably the naming rule in the Witch's lineage.

Fifteen years old is the same as me. It's cute as a doll with a big head. I prefer Long, but this is great. It's just a strike zone.

I'm sure my hobbies and stunts were in painting, sculpture and art. I wish I had some more information. The battle style and skill structure of an opponent who is not an adventurer is nothing but futile information.

She's in charge of Sargess, but she doesn't have my guide. Is the witch of the god of the earth even late?

"Well, have something good inside"

Your work mode-like condition instantly disappeared, and Mr. Fenghua approached us with a niggling look.

... what. They're looking at me like I'm serious, like, a little bit of a preferred type or something? I've been told to be plain and go on, but has someone finally shown up to understand?

"Can I sketch it for a second"

"... what? You mean now?

"It's okay, it'll be over soon. Sarah, Sarah, Sarah."

Mr. Fenghua began his photography with a sketchbook and pen that he had removed from somewhere.

What's this development? What am I supposed to do? Should I look sharp?

The speed of my hands is unusual. That speed, which leaves even remnants, is equivalent to MINAGI with oak noodles in front... ugh, my head...

"Done. In honor."

Apparently, it ended within my thinking. It was really soon. It looks like it will, and because of it, I'll take it...

Hmm, I don't think I drew it in just a few seconds. There's a high quality portrayal of what I've been familiar with for years. This is also medium real......

"That's not Chioko!?"

What was depicted in the sketchbook was a real male genitalia in vain. And it looks familiar... or exactly the same thing as when I was in battle.

Oh, this kid. Why are you figuring out the shape of my Maysan? You can't just see it in your face, can you?

"Mr. Night Light, Mr. Night Light. It's been a long time. How's Mr. Night Light? Let's compare the growth to the previous one."

"Reject categorically"

When I sent my gaze to Mizuki in search of an explanation, she had a very bumpy looking bitter laugh.

I know I'm an arrogant person who would expect too much of a clear and sophisticated Yamato, and I don't know if anyone would have a problem with that.... I never dreamed they'd give me the skeb I drew the first time I met him.

"Watanabe, Watanabe. Actually, I'm very inspired by Watanabe's place, but could you introduce me next time?"

"Well, who's it about?"

No matter who draws it, it doesn't seem much different... I don't know, I just need to introduce you.

It's Mr. Gaul.

"Exactly. Seriously, I'm gonna cry, so please stop it for me"

"Uh."

You can't get back on your feet, Mr. Gaul, even though it's a local mock-up, even though it's damaging.

"Mr. Sarjes, Mr. Sarjes. I'll show you around. Thank you very much."

"Yes, Mr. Fenghua is a do pervert inside"

"I don't like it - please don't compliment me - Speaking of which, I'm talking about the game that Mr. Sarjes played in the past, considering the camera's position when climbing to the corner post, I think if I adjust the angle a little bit more, I'll see the screen. There is actually a subtle difference even if you apply a mosaic..."

"I see, you'll learn. By the way, I'm Rajes the Masked Warrior, not me..."

Sarjes and Mr. Fenghua, motivated by great momentum, moved as they blossomed into a retarded conversation.

What the hell am I supposed to do when I'm left with a skeb?

"... Yuki, is this here?

"I don't need it. Yikes!? Don't turn this way!

... I don't need me either.

Damn, you're not on the level that you've shattered your fantasy about witches. There are only two bullets left.

"... I don't think that's the kind of kid we lead."

"Exactly. There's no array. In other words, Tuya is a good girl."

Tuya, right? Was she a child who recently became a witch?

Even when they say he's a good kid, you feel different from what I'm looking for. Most of the kids who introduce me to women are delicate. No, it's not about experience or anything.

Should I throw away my fantasies already?... No, that would be exactly the maximum instantaneous wind speed. No matter how much it is, there must never be more than that. I'm sure a clear and soothing Japanese-style beauty will be waiting for you.

"Even so, you can't think of a word to describe that kid in a nutshell... he's just the youngest and elected and his abilities are jumping through, but he's usually a good kid in personality"

"Youngest......"

Because Mr. Fenghua is my age, does that mean he's younger? Younger witch......

"I'm sorry. Delayed -"

And talking about it, the person appeared.

She's healthy and likeable from a first impression. Looks like a bespoke witch outfit for a smaller body looks good too.

"Nice to meet you. Earth Spirit... not. Wrong. It's Tetsunomiya."

"Oh, it's Watanabe Tsunami. Greetings."

Yeah, just say hello and I'll see. Maybe this kid doesn't have any weird traits. 'Good boy' enough to be sure.

"... by the way, how old is Tuya?

"Seven years old!

But she was a bee girl. No matter how big my strike zone is, that course is just a danger ball. You know, getting your hands on this, Lolicon, it's not a level.

By the way, Yuki was very popular with me.

-3-

The Toddler Girl takes me straight to the birdhouse where my opponent waits... No, I'm moving to the transfer gate.

I tried to talk a little bit earthy on the move, but I got the slightly unbalanced impression that the mysterious energetic power the child had was sophisticated in answering and doing as it was.

The selection criteria are very strict, although there are rules for each of the four god witches to be chosen from a dedicated clan. In addition to their suitability for protection, they require advanced academic achievement, upbringing, and many other things. Because age is irrelevant to that criterion and is chosen solely on the basis of aptitude and ability, this child is equipped with the ability to lose adult faces.

So tiny, it's great to be involved in the heart of a labyrinth city operation. My troubles don't inspire me, but they make me smile and heal.

By the way, as per this selection criterion, Mr. Black Hole from Oak Noodles and those who come to give him his Chioco illustration in person are also talented in their abilities.

... The ideal witch statue can only be expected from the oldest.

"It was a sudden story, so I haven't heard the circumstances, but good luck with that."

Me and Mr. Night Light are the only ones entering the < Four God's Neighbourhood >, and Tu Ya is waiting outside.

They keep time flowing in this dungeon, and it's bad to keep Tuya waiting, so I just want to get it done early.

"Speaking of which, Watanabe, why don't you start seeing your fight in person? After all, do you even play extreme death fights in mock warfare?

"No, I don't. It's super plain. I don't think it's funny."

I have to admit that that happens a lot in production, but I wouldn't just keep it that extreme until I was in training.

In fact, training adventurers, including me, is plain. Essentially, authentic repetitions, repetitive exercises and courses are the main ones. And muscle tresses.

It's been better lately because Kukuru makes menus, but we have to consider for ourselves what kind of training we do. Large clans also have the strength to establish know-how in this area. They even have full-time coaches.

"I don't know... that's something that lacks fun"

"It's the same as outside."

The floor we set foot on remained the central palace, just a big room.

The building of the room is elegant, including the decoration, but the same as outside just seems clueless. Well, it's the only place the witches use it, so I guess it's not like they care.

So after waiting a while, my opponent came from the other aisle.

"Well, the two of you?

Out of the back of the aisle was a silver-haired boy with a spear-shaped long weapon.

It has a tall, young look, mid teens when I was old...... I mean is it about the same as me right now? In my case, I don't really feel that way, including my back, appearance, and personality, but this is what the original fifteen looks like.

Silver-eyed silver-haired, though distinctive, is a seemingly normal boy. Yes, he looks like a "human" boy.

"... are you human?

Mr. Night Light's whining represented my doubts.

Being here means being the world's representative, so suddenly he's a powerful man even considering he's proposing a mock fight.

But like the nameless said, it's just that it's pretty tough for humans to tread the infinite corridor... I thought it was something that came out of a race I'd never seen before.

"... human? Oh, human, Ningen Nah. Well, it's me, Ningen."

It sounds like you're kidding, but it's not like you're drunk or making fun of yourself. It's called a human being, and I don't know where the funny part of affirming it is and smiling.

"Hmm, which brother is Watanabe Tsunami? I was told to fight a guy named Watanabe Tsunami.... Oh, can it be a pair of two, Watanabe and Tsunami?

Together in Watanabe Tsunami. - Oh, no.

We were suddenly asked. Anyway, aren't we talking ahead of time? You've been looking at my information and nominating me.

"I'm Watanabe Tsunami. This is someone else called Mr. Night Light."

"Ho......?????

I'd like to introduce you, but then there was a hatena on the boy's head wondering why he was here.

"I'm like a sitter. Watanabe is your priority, but if you burn incompletely after a meeting, you'll be the target."

"Oh, Tatianin 'Nah. You just have to fight anyway."

"Oh, oh..."

Shit, this kid looks so stupid. I have no idea what that means. Is this what the world stands for?

All right, let's do it fast.

"I'd love to, but I'd like to know your name."

"Name?"

Why is Hatena floating there?

"Uh, name, name.... my name, what is it?

No, I don't. He said he was listening. Is that it? Is that the difference in common sense due to cultural differences between worlds?

"Uh, hair"

"Hair?"

"Yeah, yeah, the color of my hair"

"... silver?

"That's it! Silver is my thing. Name"

I'm getting a headache. You're not making fun of me, are you?

"What the heck. I got a name recently, so I can't help it."

"... that's what I'm talking about."

Apparently, it was a difference in common sense.

Is there a concept of a name in the world where this guy was? It seems inconvenient, but there are examples of namelessness that I don't understand.

There's no way there's a kanji and there's no Japanese for silver, so I guess it was given the name 'silver' after it came this way.

That was a shame. If I had blonde hair, my nickname would have been "Golden Taro" and confirmed. Then I'm in the Four Heavens.

"Ouch, chatty!

I didn't even know how weak this one was, and the silver was moving into the middle of the floor to wield its own weapon.

... Somehow, it's the type I've never been before.

Watanabe-kun.

"What su?

"That's weird."

No, I know that if you're talking to me...

"During the battle, if you can afford it, you should take a look at it in the Nursing. The races are different worlds, so it's okay if it's a UNKNOWN display, it's LV1."

"What?"

For a moment, I didn't know what they said. Does coming here mean he's a representative of the other world, and he's not that powerful?

I can't confirm the level in my "Nursing" even if I want to confirm... 1 is as much as I want.

"I'm also a de amateur in my legs. And yet he's tough enough to see it."

It's too early to judge by appearance. It's the right person to be cautious, including imbalances.

"Not yet."

Doesn't look like there's a back.

"So, what about the rules? If it's a mock fight, we're not gonna fight each other until we're dead."

"That's okay, but they just told me to come and identify your brother's qualities, so that's pretty good. If your HP cuts a third, why don't you just lose or something?

Surprisingly, it is a legitimate rule. I thought they'd tell me if I had a brain muscle standard, I'd do it till I died.

"If I lose, I won't admit to you. What's the pattern?

"No. I can't even be serious over here. They're gonna feed us some good food when this is over, so let's just get this over with. I'm hungry."

I agree with you that I want to get this over with, but is it also some kind of restriction?

So me and silver confronting each other in the middle of the floor with loose air.

The weapon used is a cost-effective "Unbreakable" weapon at times like this. I don't want to imitate weapons breaking in mock warfare.

Silver is the long stick I've had since the beginning. There are strangely shaped objects on the tip of the ear that are different from both spears and swords, but I don't know how to use them.

The structure belongs to the spear, but honestly it's hard to say it's in the hall. It would make sense to say that I am an amateur who has recently started using weapons.... Does the seriousness of what I just said have anything to do with it?

…………

…………

"Ah, Mr. Night Light, please give me a signal"

"Gudagda."

I didn't have a clue to get started, but I stood up and was facing each other for a while, so I was asked to give a signal.

"I'm gonna use the clock for the game. Since this is not going to end up as Gudagda, let's also decide on a time limit. If enough time passes, the alarm goes off, so be it."

"... I'm sorry about something"

It was a bad step and I let my guests compartmentalize it. Silver looks a little bumpy, too.

Mr. Night Light's set clock sounded the alarm for the start of the match and it was silver that moved first. At first, I was going to see how it went, and I'm going to pick him up in the same position.

The dash, packing the distance at once, was straight past and doubted the feint, but without a back or anything, he came sticking his weapon out with his whole weight on it. Dodge it by shifting only half your body and strike a counterattack where your body has collapsed.

Silver had not been able to switch from an offensive position and I was convinced that my blow would be a direct hit as it was, but if I shook it off, I just plundered and got away with it. Even though he has taken evasive action from a rather impossible position, silver is moving to counterattack in the next moment.

Not a spike, but a swing down from the upper section. This one can't afford to dodge it this time. When I took it as it was, it conveyed more power than I imagined.

"Gu..."

Missing his powers, he shakes off his opponent's weapon, puts down a blow and distance himself again to the souvenir.

In action, even if the opponent has an unknown part, it lashes like this, but this is a mock fight. It would be better to fight close to the right way.

My blow hasn't worked much, silver comes packing the distance again. Being rolled out is a beginner again, an honest attack with no feints or anything.

Beginning with Mr. Asha, I have experienced many battle experiences with opponents who use long-held weapons in the past, but they are too awkward compared to them. This guy's just swinging. It's not just the handling of weapons, it's the making, the carrying of legs, the taking of breath, they're all amateurs.

However, such poor skill did not allow physical ability to fall out of the back. Even swinging it down earlier would have pushed it off as it were if it was an insult to LV1.

Power, speed, speed of reaction, and maybe more than a hit and strength. Physical ability and skill are too imbalanced.

"Hey do it!

Off the track of a weapon waved at the mercy of force and into time.

My eyes fit for a moment, but I'm reacting. But my body isn't moving. As if you don't know how to handle it.

- Action Skill.

Flash on the horizontal giraffe. He takes a direct hit with no guards or anything, and his silver body flies.

"Wow wow!!"

I don't chase... Stay put.

"No! Oh, you're so light."

There was a feeling of HP, but no other signs of being prevented. I hit Moro. Yet he is pimped.

Of course I didn't cut it. My blow is not that light. 'Cause earlier, if it's about a rock, it's an easy blow to smash.

"But it's good, it's good. I feel like I'm fighting. Much more interesting than violence at your disposal. I know how he feels."

In an instant, the atmosphere changed.

The difference is, a struggle that's just overflowing. It conveys a willingness to take me down from the signs that I was just having fun.

"... I withdraw that I will just finish. It's getting a little funny. Time for a drink."

... That's going to be long enough.

-4-

Having fought in a rookie battle, Asha called herself a 'monster growing up in battle', and we were reputed and alarmed by the similarities.

The overwhelming difference in technology is so isolated that there is no way to exchange it that it will never be filled, but as for the wary side, I wondered why that was so far away. I mean, I still think you could have handled it a little more adultly.

In contrast, what the hell was Mr. Asha's feeling in the fight? I only understood vaguely then, but now I can understand it clearly.

Confronting a rapidly growing opponent while fighting is terribly hard.

"Ha-ha-ha!!"

The attack, which was just swinging, increases sharpness and sophisticates itself rapidly as it fits, moving its center of gravity, and the flow of every action.

Optimized for the opponent is collapsed. The information a few seconds ago is completely useless.

Even if it adds up to rapid growth, it only works once. Next, even its growth will jump over. I can still say that the skill difference is one-sided, but it's only a matter of time.

In addition, it is the physical ability that has been tough since the beginning that allows it to grow. Especially toughness reaches a realm of different dimensions, pimping it this way, even though a qualified opponent has already tapped into an attack that will end many times. Even though I saw it in Nursing, my HP hasn't been reduced by half. What kind of < HP > are you with, this guy?

... No, I'm not. It is likely to be deluded by the rate at which the technology grows, but the flesh itself is also growing.

It also appears to inflate the muscles needed to match the improved technique and to be scraping off unwanted parts. It wouldn't be an illusion to even look big once in your physique.... certainly a race: UNKNOWN. At least it's out of human range.

"I see, here's the thing!

"Nha!?"

The accuracy of the attack suddenly jumped during the meeting.

Considering the rate of growth so far, we have not been able to cope with abnormal changes. I finally got a direct hit.

"I finally hit it."

Shit, maybe, but this guy's got some skills. Clearly it's different from the one in front.

If you think you feel any visibility in this schematic, it's me and the lizard old man at the trial.... I see I certainly can't do this. I feel so unreasonable.

The elapsed time is only about half. Seriously, if we dated till the end, we could get caught up.

What do we do? Do we stick together till the end? Or do you want to go make up your mind with a rush? The only action skill I've shown yet is Whirlwind Slash. It would not be able to support skill collaboration, especially multi-stage collaboration using Instant Costumes. I'm curious that nothing has been used over there, but the line is thick that it can't be used with some kind of restriction when it looks like this. It's also possible that you don't remember it in the first place.

This is a mock fight, and besides, this guy is a collaborative opponent, not an enemy, not a rival. There is no need to kick it down.

... or if you want to work together, I'm afraid that you won't be able to finish it with your first hand. In this case, I can't do anything that I can remember watching on the spot.

While I'm thinking about this, the silver attacks are increasing in intensity, and my Knife Technique alone is trying to reach an indelible range.

... Akan. If you keep going like this, I'll be pushed out without keeping enough.

Go to jail. You felt the sign, the silver that kept attacking you took a distance. That's a sign of intent to stand upright.

- Action Skill: Boost Dash

"Yay!?"

Pack the distance at the linear speed of the Boost Dash. This guy hasn't been able to handle a sudden emergency yet.

The Whirlwind Slash, to which acceleration was added, was decided by direct strike, giving just a distressed look.

Continue with "Power Slash" and "High Power Slash" from "Instant Clothing". The slightly visible dodging motion is inhibited by a different reach from the weapon that was suddenly switched, giving a startling look.

Unlike previous blows, slaughter by sword engraves a laceration on the silver body. It didn't lead to amputation, but it tore his left arm apart, destroying its function.

But when he unleashed the next Maximum Power Slash, he was slightly slammed, albeit incompletely. Are you starting to deal with this already?

... Damn, if it stays like this, it could be dealt with completely before it's finished. I didn't mean to use it, but I'm going to make up my mind.

- - Skill Chain "Instant Clothing - Ladine Special II Custom" -

Complete zero distance. Hit < Hevi Penetrator > with a firing attack that could not be removed. It will be used without a license, but there will be no anger here. This is a blow through Wyburn and Berenvar's body. That's settled......

At the moment of transition to Quick Draw, I saw the silver magic light converge in an instant near its landing point.

HP operation, MP operation, or both. With unprecedented accuracy and speed, a tough wall is built against a blow that should be torrid.

< Hevi Penetrator > also has a large recoil to the side of use. It's not like you can connect skills later, even if you know it beforehand. The collaboration is definitely over here.

Looking at the silver situation while blowing back at the impact of the firing, he's still alive.

The blow of < Heavy Penetrator > snugly cut from the top of the guard to the chest to the belly. In view of the damage to the left arm, lacerations, and all the damage that has been built up so far, it can already be called a fatal injury.

But I don't feel like it's over. He's still in a state of war.

... I could see a grin in the mouth of silver, as Dachan expected.

Despite the serious damage, the silver can't move. It fleshes to me instantly and starts pursuing. Instead of decreasing its leg strength, it also felt like it was gaining even more speed.

I couldn't avoid it, and a silver weapon that was shaken off with one right arm, still bloody painted, was slapped on my right half. I am slammed to the ground with a weapon stuck in my right half in complete defenselessness and the feeling of my bones crushing.

"Kaha......"

It receives intense force from the side, gobbling and rolling down the ground.

I misread it. I lost my temper. It's a counter on top of that. This is a crisis created by my immaturity.

If you're going to win, you should go decide from the beginning. If we were to split it with mock warfare, we should have stayed with him until the end of the day. It's a mistake to make the right decision without either.

But it's not over yet. I couldn't even take the reception, and I exposed myself to a cripple while spitting blood, but I can still stand.

I can barely breathe. My guts and bones are also badly damaged. The blood that erupted like a fountain is building a pond at your feet. His vision is vague and his focus uncertain.

The pursuit is...... not. It's similar over there. The silver figure in the obscure view stands out.

We're not in a position to continue fighting each other.

"Uh, it's over. I haven't had time yet, but my HP is already..."

The voice of Mr. Night Light, who had been completely silent so far, echoes. Oh, just cut 30%. Then this mock fight is over...

"Aah... Soleka..."

I was convinced of the end, and I tried to fall in and say that it didn't matter, such as winning or losing, and a voice sounded different than before. For a moment, it's so inorganic and mechanical that you can't recognize the silver emitted.

Something's wrong with the silver.... sole? What's that?

"Gaaaaaa!!"

At the next moment, the silver body swelled and bounced.

Not good. I don't know what's going on, but not good anyway. I think it's over and I'm forced to step in and stay alive in my body, which I almost lost my strength in.

In blurred vision is silver.

It's not the silver we were confronted with earlier, it's the silver, shining dragon figure. I instantly understood that it was who he was.

The figure is not just a silver-colored dragon. fluidly changing appearance, but the majority of the components look metallic. Corners, scales, fangs, even eyes are all silver metal dragons.

Oh, I see... so silver. That's cheap. It's cheap enough to put black on a black horse.

I was thinking about that with my eyes on a silver dragon approaching with fierce acceleration.

It's like we're stuck in a hard situation without falling. Naturally, my body doesn't move. I don't have the means to deal with such a monster.

Is it insane over there, too, that the nails rolled out in bullshit created a giant laceration in my body, but it doesn't get to the toddle.

The move, which cannot even be called the next evasive action taken by the survival instinct alone in reaction to the crisis of life, was immediately captured in the pursuit of silver.

Tail shot by huge tail. My body dances the universe without the skill of exchange.

And when I turned my gaze, I could see something emanating from my huge mouth there.

Move. I don't know why this is happening in a mock fight, but if you don't move, you're dead.

- Action Skill "Amalgam Brace" -

It was a foggy brace that erupted out of my huge mouth. By contrast, I squeeze the rest of my forces and cross my arms into a defensive position. I'm in.

That's bad considering the skill name I saw for just a moment. Even though only evaporated metals are amazing, more importantly, braces of mercury compounds. It can only be poisonous to the human body. I don't know what you're compounding, but you can't just take that stuff alive.

"Guaaaaaaaaa!!"

The braces released by the fierce momentum easily melt and evaporate my protective equipment and melt the meat.

The amazing thing about this brace isn't just direct damage. I don't know how resistant the adventurer's flesh is, but I can't just inhale it. There's no point in guarding with arms. If it hadn't been out of range of braces due to the fall, it would have melted all over its body as it was.

It is not advantageous to say that a body fell to the ground without even being able to receive it. My whole body is so crazy that I can't tell if it's physical damage or mercury toxicity. Especially if the damage to the arm is serious and doesn't help the whole thing.

"Ma... no"

Raising his sight, there was a silver dragon staring at this one.

... Oh, shit. This is over. I don't care about winning or losing mock fights, but why is this happening... I don't know what that means.

If the braces are sprayed again, they evaporate completely. Out whether trampled or attacked with nails, fangs or tails. Or whatever they do, they'll die.

I'll protest you later for breaking the mock rules, dammit.

…………

I lay down my face ready, but after all this time, there is no pursuit.

"Stop. Exactly out of scope for a mock fight."

If I looked up again, there was Mr. Night Light's hindsight there, who was supposed to have been a spectator.

-5-

At the next moment, huge slashing marks were engraved on the silver body, and both arms of half-liquefied silver made loud noises and fell.

"Ya... Mr. Light?

I don't know how you could have interrupted us in an instant without making a sound, but as a witness, he couldn't ignore the situation.

"If we're in decent condition, we'd kill each other, but we weren't going to intervene, but it's obviously an anomaly"

The gaze directed at this one says' you have no complaints'.

... but you're definitely enjoying it, aren't you? Looks like I've been waiting for you to leave.

"Gaaaaaa!!"

Silver, which has changed to such an extent that it no longer retains the prototype, roars and approaches.

The silver target had already moved to Mr. Night Light, not me. That Mr. Night Light also enters the interception position.

I'm just watching. It's tough just looking up.

- Action Skill

Slashes were unleashed at invisible speeds against fleshy silver. The only thing I could hardly recognize was the light of magical light drawn by the sword flashes.

For a moment, eight slaughters, which I only think were released at the same time, tore apart from the silver face to the torso.

What I felt when I saw it was no relief from being helped, no silver anomaly, no war on Mr. Night Light's slaughter. I can't tell from the video or just watching the game from afar, it's amazing to see and feel for the first time at close range.

... I can't do this, can I?

"Gah...... g......"

Instead of limbs, it was silver crawling to the ground with its entire body torn apart, but amputated limbs gather together to undo it as if it were alive in itself.

That looked more like fluid metals assimilating into each other than regenerating organisms.

"That's more than an enchanted dragon playing ability.... you mean who he is."

The silver body that continues to regenerate and deform increases in mass, becoming even more of a giant dragon and casting a shadow on us.

The human figure is only tentatively the first. This is what silver is all about. Is it not accustomed to the human body that you didn't use your skills or that your weapon was immature?

I mean, that looks like he's in charge... seriously, couldn't you get it out?

"It's called a glass, do you have an edge on holding huge masses of super regeneration?... it's gonna break my bones to chop it all up"

The bone breaks. Perhaps such a monster is to such an extent if it affects this person.

Mr. Night Light drops his hips and enters the position of a knife puller again. The confronting silver is still in the process of being regenerated, but it's going to hit us now.

I had already been thrown out of a mosquito net.... Can I go home now? I can't move.

"Mr. Fool."

But faster than the two moved out, they had a hand to intervene.

Something is thrown at the forehead of silver, almost as fast as light.

"Agh!!"

A giant that didn't even stop at Mr. Night Light's slaughter was blown away by that blow alone and lay low on the ground again.

Then the transformed body is also starting to come back to normal.... No, assuming the original was a dragon, are you human?

Is it something thrown earlier that is rolling on the ground?... Fans?

"What a pity to go back to the way you were in a mock fight to fight like a man."

With such a line, a shadow appeared from the aisle where silver came out. It's a girl in Japanese clothes.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! What the hell, the sky! What are you saying,... Did I do it again?

The silver figure that rises with his forehead contained is already the boy's, not the dragon's.

You don't remember much while you were looking like a dragon, or you looked confused by the situation around you.

"I did it. I'm going to blush in my immature brother's faults. There's going to be a fire. Ah, embarrassing."

"Just about born a millennium early, don't face your sister... Oh, wow, Siac. You can't afford to lose against the rules or dress badly."

"I'm sorry you're immature"

You went back to sanity with the throw between your eyebrows, and there was another one more trying to break into the two people who started the argument.

He's a man of long, even stature with three long black hair knitted all back.

"I don't know what caused it, but in that case, it's mostly your fault"

"Hiya, but I don't know why. Why is this happening?

That's what I want to hear the most. You don't remember. You said something about a sole.

"... incomplete combustion is a good place, okay?"

Mr. Night Light, who was completely in combat mode, seems dissatisfied.... I wonder if the simulation is over. Then I'd like anyone to treat me.

"Well, I've shown you a total lapse.... Uh, Mr. Watanabe?

"It's a mistake. Watanabe, you're that way."

"Oh, overlapping rude. Oh ho..."

Do these two mean messengers from other worlds as well as silver?

... What happened to Yuki, Sarjes and Mizuki? Aren't you fighting these two?

"Again, Mr. Watanabe. My name is Sky Dragon"

"... dragon"

Says the girl in the kimono who stood in front of me laying low on the ground.

Are you telling me this kid is a dragon as well as silver?

"Me and Xuanlong, as well as the three silver dragons of Mr. Fool, will now serve as representatives of the Interworld Alliance. After that, I want you to know me."