Over The Infinite

-1 -

An adventurer is a poor, dangerous and leisurely profession, a recognition I had until recently.

That's why they call it the bottom line job and desperate to find a more stable job because the adventurers themselves are so aware of it.

They are basically free people. You think you should work in that spare time because you don't have any money, but you don't have that job. I don't have a handler, and I'm not always looking for a day job. I don't even make a dime where I go hunting monsters on my own. Monster extermination rewards only occur at the request of the Adventurer Alliance. And if you take orders for work, you get busy making a difference. Scheduling is not advantageous. Regular rest also does not exist. It can be described as an extremely precarious occupation.

That's common sense in this world, and adventurers in labyrinth cities can think of it as something else. The two names are just the same, and they are so far apart that it is incorrect to compare treatment, environment and strength. If asked which is better, ten out of ten should choose the labyrinth city adventurer.

Of course it's not all good. Full meritocracy becomes more pronounced, and the minutes of being beyond injury and death are out of step. When you feel like trying to be an adventurer in a light mood, you literally see it die.

Those treatments are part of my decision to become a labyrinth city adventurer, but not a fundamental reason. I am also certain that there is an experience in that war, the destruction of the mercenary regiment to which I belonged, and the presence of Berenvar, but that cannot be a decision maker either.

The fundamental reason is in my memory when I lived as someone else before I was born. Whenever I have stubborn negative memories, they have been an indicator of my life. If you ask me if that's a good thing, it wouldn't be a good thing. It's like being possessed by a ghost.

The innumerable reincarnators present in this world will have more or less similar experiences. In my case, that percentage is just leaning in a slightly ridiculously bad direction. Just enough to shake it off.

When I finished registering to be such an adventurer, the dragon gate, the trial dungeon, was firmly closed.

I heard it was a tough exam, and I was prepared for it, but if you hit a New Year's holiday in the first place, it's a pre-challenge question. The same goes for mercenaries, who are predecessors, but adventurers, more importantly, say that the majority of the citizens of the kingdom do not take such vacations.

Why are you working on such a regular schedule? I've never heard of it before, even in my last life.

That's why I snorted. The timing was missed from the start when he tried to catch up with the far other side where his recent opponent, the Hall of Valor of the Other World, is located.

"It wouldn't make a big difference to a different extent for a few days. I'm guessing they're paying for immediate living, right?

I can throw those words at them while they are trained by the other party in a general training field that is not an adventurer.

I'm certainly not having any trouble with my life. The history of coming to this city is quite a privilege. You didn't have to be an adventurer to start over as an ordinary citizen. But aside from the story, what I wanted to do with the clumsy man in front of me is one end of the rush.

You can give up if you want to get off to a start, but I'm not convinced.

"You can't use a dedicated training ground, you can't train against monsters, you can't take a full course, you can't take a break, you can't even look at your opponent because you're too different."

"If I had money and no job, I just thought you'd be spending some time laughing."

"That's a mistake. I'll do what I need, and I won't do what I don't need. I just hate self-drilling without purpose, unexpected efforts to achieve results."

"What about gambling and playing with women?

"That's another belly."

What Belen is saying is that I'm coming from skipping the mercenary regiment training.

There's no way there's any point in training just such a fruitless hassle. Even the captain was only meditating on his eyes because he knew that. Homo suspicions are surfacing, but yeah, I can see them and they're noisy about the decision, that guy.

I am aware that I am a monster, but if I have a purpose, I will strive. I've decided this is necessary, so it's time to do it.

I thought the denial would also return to that word from his usual attitude, but Belen silenced to think about it.

"... sure, it's not the kind of technology that a guy who was just a mercenary would wear overnight. I've felt thin since I met you, but your walking style is unique… it follows some kind of technical system."

"... I didn't try to earn this."

Sure, I'm confident, but it's the guy in the 'Sun' part who wore it, not the coral.

I didn't learn to wear it either. You know, you take a good look at places like that, you.

"I don't know exactly what you're talking about, but I feel talented even if we try to meet like this. I've never taken a disciple, but I can see room to grow."

"Don't treat me like an apprentice to the person in front of you, old man. I mean, I'm not gonna remember your combat skills."

It doesn't suit me. Don't stick to walls and ceilings like you normally do.

"As the Admiral hopes, I will refine my skills. As a matter of fact, it suits you better than coming forward."

"I need the least amount of technology I can fight. I haven't seen him yet, but the other one seems to be quite a fighter."

"Nah. Array and Beh."

When I asked him about another scout who was planning to belong to the clan that he would be compared, he came along as an elite. The same goes for my background, but he says I have considerable strength. Even though combat is not a must, I feel like I'm kidding because combat and support are top notch.

Even if not, we need enough strength to get through the trials and attack the tenth level of the infinite corridor by ourselves. I know that. You can't fight any because it's the main support, what a reason. Only an army of fully divided powers is allowed to do that.

"I was diving in the infinite corridor by myself and I always found it difficult to detect, combat traps and other technologies. Expertise will make a difference, but it will make a difference."

"Is that comforting?

"It's not like that... but you're also aiming for the peak of < scouts >. If you look at the Tunas, you'll see that the roles divided into classes are just indicators, right?

I don't care if they give you an example out of that standard.

… it is clear that my fitness is not. I'm not going to completely embrace who I was. I guess there's a way to be a coral in Coral. I haven't found him yet.

"The year has dawned. You can also try the trial dungeon in a few days. Then you'll see what you're missing."

"Right. I'm going to die a few times."

And the trial, which I tried with temper, naturally failed miserably.

We were lucky enough to dive into the vacant rookie party, but everyone was to be baptized on the fifth floor, which would be their first challenge. Though the experience helped me, it seems a pretty good offering to be able to get to the fifth tier with a first try, but it's often like doing something about the arr.

The month was about to end, after several trial challenges like that I couldn't grasp the thread of the offense.

Not enough firepower. I know I need specialized firepower to break through that thick HP wall, but I can't even busily find a temporary party call. I'm actively trying to get to the trial. The parties are half-fixed, and the recruits I see are all like they can get to the fifth tier in the first place.

It's honestly tough for me to do something alone. Even if you benefit from leveling, it hardly goes up. It is dramatic compared to the increase in the status values obtained in life so far, but the direction of growth remains the same and extremely weak. I was somewhat aware that that value was just a correction value, but I guess my muscle strength is poor in the first place. As in previous life, it is said that extreme arm strength is not necessary to dismantle humans. This is fatal in an environment where it is rarer for the person to be a person. The wall called HP interrupts the human opponent.

Then it is difficult to use weapons that are less susceptible to the influence of arm power to make a decision on the other party. I wish I could have used it with a bomb, but on top of the need for a license, it was restricted in the trial.

I feel a sense of impatience. Even if the average trial's offensive period is said to be six months, you can't be spoiling it in there. The people who are about to catch up with each other are the kind of people who make it easy to step over with these mixed noses.

... No, that was a pretty hard experience as far as they showed me the Admiral's video.... and you're still clearing it in one go. If you do it ten times, nine times is the kind of battle power difference you lose, so why can you win and pick it up in the first one? I don't know what that means. Oh, shit.

In this state, there's no way they can get on when they talk about an event that takes place only with members in the clan. I was right to say no at the beginning of the year.... Speaking of which, are you holding it by now because you said the end of January?

As I was lost in such a labyrinth of thought, I found myself looking for a seat with a fixed meal in the dining room of the Labyrinth Guild Hall, as usual, my face caught my eye.

"Hey, lonely meal."

Sit in an empty, face-to-face seat without even hearing a response. This guy I've been seeing for the past few days has been eating alone, so it doesn't seem like it's only for today. Even in a situation where there happens to be more than one person today, or just happened to be one person in the last few days, it's just to apologize and take a seat. I don't have a problem with it because they're supposed to think it's a schematic guy.

"Uh, are you sure... bongole?

"Well, you're eating now."

It must have been one of those noodle dish types in front of a guy.

"This is Peperoncino.... Was it Peperoncino?

"No more shards, no more elements. Well, I can't help but forget they're just the ones I put together once. Coral."

"Oh...... it hasn't been a month, so we haven't forgotten. I just made a mistake. You remember me so well."

"You're good at remembering people's faces. Jack Cowen."

If it's just the family name, it looks just like the giant man who got help in the example incarceration case. That's his name, and he didn't say a word after all.

Jack Cowen. Male. Nineteen. Avant-garde warrior in trial challenge. The object is a spear. Seems to be only initial, but uses shooting magic for ambush and towing.

I'm from a labyrinth city and my parents are what adventurers call II. After breaking through the trial, he said he would gain experience while working downstairs at his father's party, an intermediate adventurer. Solid and serious common sense man. It was likely just a joke when it came to name mistakes as well.

"Recently, a rookie with the name Gowen has been active, so you've got the wrong guy and you're narrow shoulders. Not so much since he was promoted to intermediate."

I guess that refers to the same person as the man I associate with. I really get a faint impression of the faces involved in that case, but he's one of the fastest promoted title holders in the intermediate ranks. Our general, who is even more prominent in the synchronization, is just abnormal, he is a large enough newcomer. This is how you can see how awesome it is when you are in a trial.

"So, what can I do for you? If we're talking about a trial retry, we can't do it for a while."

"I'm just here for lunch.... the trial will do something about it."

There is no such thing as this, but for now I have no other hand than to do it in the tunnel. There are currently few things that I can expect to work with... from a detailed ecological survey of Minotaurs. He looks like a human being, but there are quite a few differences in structure. It would be hard to dismantle without that thick HP wall. It would be ideal if there were an autopsy or something.

"Call me when you're looking for a party even after our special teaching. It'll be over next week."

"Didn't I tell you that it was temporary that you were missing one the other day?

During the first trial attempt at the beginning of January, I was able to dive into the Jacks' party because there was a vacancy. No matter how many people there is no limit to the trial dungeon, the chances of diving into a half-fixed party are only about that timing. The vacancy was abrupt, and my participation was one of them.

"... he gave up his adventurer. Finally, I saw the minotaur before this and another one is going to fall off. I don't know what it feels like, but the lack of members is tough as a party leader."

I feel that cowhead monster symbolizes the difference between the profession of an adventurer, inside and outside a labyrinth city.

A folklore is an enemy that fights as a narrative. That's the introductory part, so it's natural to make a difference in treatment.

"I'm pretty tight. If you're seriously nervous, you want to get out of here."

"For that matter, I don't think you were freaking out."

I should not have been able to afford to ask about other Members' trends in that situation. Sure, it was minced early. This... did you check in the video?

"Naturally I was freaking out, but I'm training to be able to move in that situation. Besides, compared to our general and his opponents."

I've never confronted him with all my might, but I can't compare the aura of a monster that comes through even if he's just playing a mock fight. What the hell does that feel like?

"No, you told me you had a clan to belong to. What clan is that?

"The clan is anonymous because we haven't even established it yet. Shouldn't we be launching this year or next year?

"Oh, is it a pattern of old colleagues and stuff doing adventurers ahead of time? You're just like me."

"It's not like that, but the other party decided to belong. Oh, my God, oh, my God."

... As it is, you're actually a jerk. It's pity. Doesn't make any sense.

"When the clan is set, do you mean we only have a choice of extraordinary parties until a trial offense like us? If you're going to get clan support before your debut, you'll usually get a handout like that."

"I don't suppose the Admiral has such a handover. In the first place, you can't expect that from someone less than a year into your debut."

Our general's friendship range is unusually wide if we think about the duration of the activity, but as far as I can tell, we're skewed upwards when we do top-class executives and labyrinth city operating leaders. I guess I'm less involved with junior ranked adventurers for soaking up the downloads. What more before the debut.

"... the creation of a clan in a year, what the hell. What kind of a general is that?"

"Watanabe Tsunami. They call him" The Violent Devil "or something."

You can't pin me for being abusive with that face, but I don't know if they'll call me that if I see you fight.

"... Huh?

The fork stopped moving. No way, you wouldn't be so well-known as to freak me out just because you gave me a name.

"You know what? Celebrities are celebrities, but not everyone knows that."

"Anyway, if you're an average person, there's no one you don't know because of your adventurer aspirations. But yeah... then it's not weird without a handover.... or it's surprising that there's a guy who's set to clan before the debut. I don't know what's going on over there... we've got a whole line of monsters and freaks."

I haven't seen all of them, but I can't deny there are a lot of weird guys. It would be one of the finest color monoclans in the labyrinth city. I'm otherworldly from the person I know best, but on par with that... there's more to it than that than flirtatious.... including the Admiral.

"You're not just consolidating your immediacy. I don't know what kind of members you're gathering."

"I don't think I'm going to get many more members, but I can introduce them."

"No, no, give me a break.... awesome, I respect you just because you're going in there"

Apparently it's not the craving clan I want to be in if I can get in.

What kind of image do they have, Admiral? External impressions are becoming obvious.

"Uh, but don't even think about it."

"... what is it?"

"You have a similar vibe to them. Not for what I'm talking about like this, but the atmosphere when I was confronting Minotaur belonged to the guy with something special. I've only seen it on video."

"That's not... hey"

It's not like I don't remember the atmosphere where Jack says it is, but it's different at a time when I'm worried about what to do with the trial like this.

But I'm surprised the guy with the tentative leadership at the extraordinary party. Belen and I aren't the only ones watching.

-2 -

I've experienced death in trials and noticed one thing. He said the resurrection from death, the feeling of being pinched around the soul with it, was similar to what he once felt.

The feeling when I died in that world and was reborn as the coral of this world. I've forgotten it for a long time, but it's similar to the extent that it reminds me of it. I don't know if it's actually the same thing, and I won't know the answer to it, but it's common in the sense that neither is busy.

Well, I accept it because I need it. Accept and use. Even at the price of wearing the spirit, it's definitely a huge benefit to the adventurer. In this regard, it is not unlikely to be more useful than reincarnation, where no choice was left.

A new life of reincarnation, rebirth, and retention of memory. Past memories and experiences create advantages in living, but also great harm on the other hand. Especially in the case of guys like me, memories from previous lives are full of harm. There is no balance between the advantages.

"How does it feel to start over as another self?

I guess it's just curiosity that Beren has heard that before. Unlike this world, where the concept of reincarnation is touched, there seems to be no one in the world he was in who remembers his previous life. At least, they've never met anyone who said so publicly.

Still, he seemed to understand somehow the harm of reincarnation. Now that I think about it, I can see why because I have a similar experience of resurrection from death in the dungeon.

'It's no big deal. It's just a little silly and a lot of memory. I was somewhat smarter when I was a kid than I was around, but now I'm like this'

I don't feel so much good about reincarnation. I would refuse to be told that I could reincarnate again with the same memory retained.

I think that surviving a very poor childhood is due in large part to knowledge from previous life. I turned my head compared to my surroundings, and I could stand around well. It is also a blessing of previous life to have built a position as a leader among the parents who live in alleyways.

However, what you see as you grow up is a low ceiling, even if you repeat the raw. Because I know my life poorly, because I'm experiencing failure, because I'm consolidating my appreciation of myself, I draw a line on the hurdles I can get over. I'm experiencing a shitty life in my previous life, so I decide I can't be superior to it. Compromise, it would also be better to say. Draw lines in front of boundaries you know without even trying anything new. I know it's going to fail, so I know it's out of my reach, so what a word to mislead. The only thing that can be done that way is a lower degree of deterioration.

As a result, I grow up as a child. I can't make a big deal of it when my body gets big. Push your chest out. I can't tell you you're an adult. If the local mercenary corps hadn't invited me, it would have been best to live a chimpy life in some city. I couldn't include adventurers in my choices simply because they have a lower standard of living than those chimps there. There was no way to accomplish it, and I knew too much about life to get into a profession where even if I worked hard, I could only live below the ranks of people.

I could have predicted that would happen in the first place. So I thought I'd look for a different path. But there were too few choices in life, and all I could do was live a way that looked at myself in my previous life as if it had been laid down.

I think the reincarnators I met in my life were of a similar nature, whatever the degree of difference. Everyone was trying to be a different person, or a higher person, using that as a criterion, while being tied to a lesser or lesser self in previous life. You say you're reborn, but you can't be someone else. I can't be my new self. Because the values have already been consolidated. That's how the majority fails.

I came to the labyrinth city to find out about reincarnation before I learned the word 'business'. Everything seems to be a concept in the teachings of the other world: Buddhism. He said that rebirth will not account for people's actions, but will tie them up and follow them around.

I think so. Sure, I'm tied up. He changed his name to Coral and even his living body remains a bastard with the same contents. Bastards are reborn or not bastards. Even if he died by pulling himself into a thousand pieces, the essential part remained the same.

I guess I want to go out in the past. That's what Jack said about me. That must be the atmosphere, and no matter how much you hold it and keep it off the table, it might seep out somewhere.

And apparently for those who know me from the past, it's trivial things like differences in appearance, differences in name, etc.

"Do you know a man named Sandle of Mori?

It was just in February. The guy who reunited in the labyrinth city gave a deep sense of what it was like to be in the past.

I tried not to put it on my face, but I was pretty upset inside. I'm not sure I'm wearing a mask well.

"Mori" was once... the name of the bandits that I had wrapped up in my previous life, and what I killed myself. Naturally, there can't be anyone in this world who knows. If I knew, I would be a reincarnator from the same world.

Mori, or the name Sandle, if it's just one of them, I can clean it up by accident, but I don't think it's a coincidence that they're both there. Mori's name was famous, but the name Sandor was only revealed within his companions. If you knew me when I was a kid, you'd know the name, but in that case, you wouldn't think it was "The Kid." Meat parents and local officials are dead when they were kids in the first place.

I mean, the man in front of me is a reincarnation from the same world as me, and he's related.

"Well, I've never seen you before. What fucking name is that?

"That's right. It's the name of the man I admired and who killed me in a different world. You've never met yourself."

I tried to stand still for now, but I'm sure of this guy. If that's what you mean, you belong to the same forest.

"Actually, you and I have met outside the Labyrinth City. I thought it was somehow not, but I wasn't going to touch it."

It does look familiar. As fellow mercenaries fighting in the same affiliation, or as enemies confronting each other on the battlefield.

It is rare to see mercenaries of different affiliations again and again. That depends on the nature of the mercenary profession, but he was good enough to do so.

"Then why are you doing something so steamy now? Revenge? You could have killed him a while ago, but now you can't kill him too hard."

"No. I don't know for sure myself, but maybe... I just wanted to know. Why have we been dumped? The day you killed us."

Once a forest dweller killed his own people. I killed everything but myself, and I was the only one who survived.

Why? It's not a big reason. Sandle, the leader of the bandit group Mori, didn't like the group he created. That's all. I wasn't guilty of past places I've been as a bandit, someone asked me to, or the members hated me. It's just that the group in front of me showed up as unnecessary. There's no point in that. I realized it after I killed something that made no sense. The last thing I needed was myself.

"Why do you think I did it? Everyone in the regiment could have blew up."

"I was alive then. It was literally a bug breath, but I'm seeing you here to make sure. I'm pretty sure you did it in time."

I still know what happened in my previous life. I thought I blew it up in my head, but the guy who was alive didn't realize what was going on.

"Seriously. It's hard to believe there was someone alive in there."

"He died right away. Yours... confirmed the appearance of the captain and died with doubt. That's where his life ended."

"If you're reincarnating and starting over, aren't you done?

"It's someone else. It's a memory of a previous life, someone else with an intensely heavy hand."

Did you come with a handful? Well, I'm not wrong. Maybe you're thinking something similar to what I think of reincarnation.

"... okay. So, what's your name?

"C-Rank Adventurer. Clan leader Crawflade."

Am I hearing this wrong? I got a club name that wasn't very funny.

"You're not using the name of the guy you killed as your clan name. You're an idiot."

"I've been admiring you. That's what it's like for me."

"Right.... I'm a coral. It's not a sandle, it's not a coral, it's just a coral. Rookie just signed up for Adventurer the other day."

That's why reincarnation is a pain in the ass. The past comes after me and ties me up.

-3-

The forest dweller was broken from the beginning.

I don't know my parents, I don't know my emotions. All there was was was an environment for raising abandoned pawns. The oldest memory I can remember is the feeling of stabbing my kind to death. How can you kill people efficiently or harm yourself when you have to? When I was tempted, I was in an institution to raise such an assassin. Apparently, he was just an orphanage, and the teacher who taught the assassination to the monks was usually a reputable man as a priest.

But the reality is the poison of an ambush that disrupts the country from within, kills dignitaries, and overthrows the nation at times of need. The child to be raised there is a disposable bomb. It is a self-contained bomb that only kills the other person as he is told without thinking about it. I was one of them.

However, the poison ended up not functioning. The country was overthrown, even if it did nothing. Although it was investigated more than 10 years later, the situation was originally unstable, and the king's succession dispute caused internal division. The result is a joke-like ending where successors fall together and die. It collapsed on its own without having to use the poison. Or maybe there was someone who had a leak somewhere else, but I don't know where it actually is, and I wasn't interested.

Thus, poisons no longer in use lost their existential significance. If it is difficult to reuse because it is dirty from its original use, the facility will be dismantled leaving only the minimum necessary.... I seem to have been disposed of.

Without waiting a few days, I was supposed to be ordered to harm myself.... but he lived despite it because he lost his life.

Whether it was a burglar raid or something, back from routine training, what I was waiting for was a pile of rubble and corpse. All that's left is one person who can't move unless ordered to. However, standing still, I was "protected" by a passing merchant and sent to the mine.

I don't remember it being particularly hard after that. At the very least, food, rest, entertainment and no shards are labor slaves, but it's like heaven if you look at it from your life up until then. In fact, I didn't even question it until I was released from it.

A turning point in my life came from a mine crash. Involved in a disguised accident for escape, planned by the slaves in mind. It seems that my life wasn't planned for them, but the plan goes on.

In terms of results, the escape was a success. Though there were more deserters than planned in the process, the mastermind survived for now.

But it's not just because you escaped. There's no way you can want a collaborator or anything like isolated people who don't know about the outside world, and you don't know where the mines are in the first place. What was planned was until the escape. Maybe they just wanted to get away with it anyway.

That's how the fugitive slaves started out as thieves. While away from the country where the mine was located, he robbed the gold and lives of the first to go.

I was there for some reason. Knowing human demolition techniques, hand pawns moving as ordered would have been easy to use.

One is missing in the escape, two are missing, and ultimately rubbing down personnel to cross the border until they are just a few. What you did to live beyond is still a thief. I guess so too, but even the rest of them don't know the way to live. So much so that some of them have been labor slaves since birth.

If you do that, you'll get caught one day. The man who was the leader was cautious and timid, but the intrigue is just that he grew hair in the amateur. It was picked by the city guard where a slightly larger yama succeeded and the taga loosened.... Well, I somehow guessed in advance that I had escaped.

One man was thrown out again, of course not. Slave life in the mine, and some common sense gained from the experience of being on the run, but all that is in its hands is assassination techniques and thief experience. So when it came to what to start, there were still only thieves. It is only natural because it knows the art of obtaining daily food. I could have gone back to working slavery, but I didn't know how to be a slave.

From there, a long bandit life begins. It's disgraceful, oddly handy, and doesn't kill more than it needs to be. Instead, he slaughtered all those hostile to his peers, mercenaries and guards who appeared in the exorcism, and at the end to the detachment of the army. The body you'll find is decided and torn to pieces. Rumors that were too distant seem to have remained suspicious in some part of the country. Because I used to work in the woods late at night, I always even got the nickname Mori. I don't know why it is, but the face may have been similar or something like that.

Over a long period of time, he learns how to live. Instead of acting alone, we create collaborators all over the city and do our jobs instead. That's how it swelled from a swollen network to a bandit organization called the Mori Gang.

Even when the organization grows, there is no such thing as the direction of the regiment and no goal, because the leading head has no restraint whatsoever. But the ratings around me solidify on their own. It is the general public who feel betrayed on their own, expecting it on their own, disappointed on their own. If you plunder as you normally would if you didn't know what it was like to be thought by someone else in the red, for some reason, there was a strange event of praise. Even though what we're doing is for the bad guys, there was even a voice to stand up with the righteous bandits. What is a thief? I'm kidding.

Powered bandits can no longer easily reach even a state-sized army, and their activities are gradually transformed into massive ones. It was even called the face behind the city, protecting the paying citizen, while the hostile crushed to the full.

There are many enemies, large and small, but also many allies. Because I was helped, and some of the guys came to join the group like they did.

The whole regiment was intoxicated by exaltation and was rising. In the meantime, there was only one person who was cold. It was just me. The hypertrophic body became dull and lost its freedom. It is the wrong drunkards who wrap themselves around as limbs and hands. I don't like it. I don't understand. What I'm doing is not crap, but what am I mistaken for?

It didn't take me long to decide it was something I didn't need. If that's what you decide, throw it away. I was originally that kind of person, and I grew up without being corrected for my detached personality.

With care, caution, and timidity reminiscent of the leader when he first escaped the mine, he blew up every Azit.

I understand that's reprehensible. The members would resent it if they knew the facts. Citizens who called themselves prostitutes will be disappointed. But I don't feel guilty. And he cut off his body, and flew away, and drowned wild. He died in a war where he abandoned his position, abandoned his hands and feet, abandoned his name, and joined as just one mercenary who was nobody.

... and that was supposed to end, but there was a continuation. Sandle Mori is living his crappy life as a coral now.

I wanted to start over. I wanted to be different. I had hope that I might be able to do that.

But learning the art of sacrifice, remembering loving laughter, and creating a personality to live with ease hasn't changed anything at all. Still a disposable assassination doll, there's a fucking sleeping in the depths bombing a fellow who admires himself and feels nothing. A floating, intentional, selfish, light man. The mask I found most livable was cracked, and I peeked into his face through the gap.

I don't think so, because I deny myself the past. You can accept it. It was not until I realized that I had lived longer than in my previous life.

I don't deny it. But I'm not sure. Live with it not as an experience, just as a lesson. If you're a bastard, I learned that living as another being while holding the bastard's self is the trick to living as a reincarnator.

That way, even I might be human someday.

"That's a bump, dude."

I looked in the mirror when I woke up and a man with an unbroken face was peeking this way.

I know, you're called coral.

I never used a mirror until I came to this city, but did I ever look like this the morning I dreamed of in my previous life?

Simply think about it, it's nothing more than that demolition demon's life chase experience and other nightmares. Normally, you would look like this.

But this is also evidence that I have not been accepted in my previous life. At a time when mental damage is being suffered, it means that it is far from the spirituality of the animal. I guess signs that humanity is recovering are a good thing to think about normally, but it's not more preferable than I've decided to accept.

It must have been Clofrade's fault that it was a weirdly realistic dream compared to usual. If he hadn't told me to drink it, I wouldn't have remembered it so clearly. Even if it's not extravagant, it's perfect.

"... but since noon, free booze is fascinating."

A crofread who wants to hear about his previous life is supposed to meet him at a booze place. At your convenience there will be a drink from noon, but I find it hard to resist there. Especially if you have a reason to drink it with dignity.

It wasn't until I was reincarnated that I learned to drink. I used to drink alcohol in my previous life, but I don't remember it being delicious. I'm not sure, but I guess it was a kind of taste disorder due to childhood effects or something. I didn't have any regular meals in custody either. Such a cold lady also smelled like a human being for a long time.

I've been washing his info since I met Crawflade, but for now, as far as I can tell, it doesn't look like there's any back there. There is no certainty that the previous life of the Mori Gang was true, but then there is no need to do such a roundabout. Naturally there is a certain degree of separation, but it must also be true that I admired [the]. Nor do I feel the sense of crisis cultivated in previous life, in this world and over the years. It should probably just be a drinking party.

Emerging Clan Commander, Crawflade. C-rank adventurer in the main class. Twenty-eight.

Even though he's a bowman, he's a dagger. I would also use a bow, but basically heavily use a dagger throw. He seems to be an adventurer of the Xuan preference who also uses the unique Spirit Magic, which uses plants as a catalyst.

Until five years ago, he was an external, freelance mercenary, employed mainly by the Kingdom of Orendia and a group of neighbouring small and medium-sized countries. Some of this includes Lardin, so the memories I met before would be from that time. To be honest, my impression at the time was weak and I don't remember it very well.

I am from a rural area in the western part of the Kingdom of Orendia. I became a mercenary because my house was poor and less feeding.

And he's married. There was no photo or other information, but the person was nineteen years old. He's still a student, but he works part-time as a general clerk sometimes. He recently set up my home in a residential area in the Dungeon Zone.

This is the extent of the information available to the public. There is no significant additional information to request from an informant.

At best, it seems to be to the extent that shortly after coming to the labyrinth city, he made a mockery of the difference in common sense. The guy who was an adventurer or mercenary outside is mostly a rough guy, until he sees his sore eyes with assault, burglary, extortion, etc., so he can be described as a very well-behaved category.

A week of action that goes back more than a request is also a serious adventurer in itself. Dating my daughter-in-law on Monday's full off day, which is determined by training, clan administrative procedures, courses and clans to prepare for the dungeon attack.

... Somehow, he's a smooth sailor. Even though he is an adventurer from a mercenary, he lives a life like a picture of solidity. It doesn't look like it.

It was in the square near the Guild Hall that I met with such a winner. A huge fountain is in the center, in front of which street performers perform their art. There are many people in the daytime. The bench I tried to sit on is full. I have no choice but to bring it to a tree in a place where the whole square can be checked.

... Looking at the square for a while, I noticed that the atmosphere was different from usual.

It would be nice to have a lot of people in time. I can also tell that street performers dress weird. I'm also used to having guys dressed weirdly as adventurers going out. But there was something else weird about it.

"... what the hell, dude"

A flashy dressed lady retrieving trash from a trash can in the square. The guy in the panda kigurumi is dressed the same way...... and that's the panda itself. Same guy I saw in the clan house. A giant frog would be Kigurumi. It's a crop to see. And then... is that silver faucet? I would be satisfied if people told me it was something like that because there are many events in labyrinth cities that don't make sense, but I also feel that there is not too much unity.

One of them, a guy in middle-aged clothes, approached us.

"I'm sorry. Collect the garbage... that's coral."

If you look closely, he was a sub-master of our clan. For a moment, I thought I saw it wrong, but you're calling my name, and I'm pretty sure you are.

The women's underwear scattered with pretentious decorations is certainly similar to the costumes worn by the store's call to provide mysterious services such as made-up coffee. No, that's fine in itself, but the contents I'm wearing accelerated confusion just over the contents.

It suits me. It suits me, but I'm sure she... No, him? should have been a multi-eyed ingredient in man......

"That, wrong person? Not really."

"Oh, oh... it's coral.... uh... what the hell is that clothing"

"Oh this? Our team was at the bottom of the example event, costumes for the service of the punishment game."

I see. Haven't heard about the results yet, but is that put on as a penalty?

In other words, if I had been at the bottom of the list, I would have been dressed like this.... I'm glad I didn't participate.

"I haven't heard of team splitting, but is everyone wearing that? Maybe not with Belen..."

It's going to be a joke story, but if Satina sees it, she's going to fall.

"Berenvar is the number one team. The prize is a million yen each."

I'm still unfamiliar with the city's monetary value, but considering today's lunch was five hundred yen, a million yen is quite expensive.

I wonder if you can afford something. You mean expensive liquor like you've never heard of?

"Our members aren't here, Silver Dragon, Mizuki and Gobsartiwan, and then there's Mikael and Moya, who's wearing the frog Kigurumi."

Are all the guys dressed weird here your buddies?... and no wait. Kind of weird. Not the right number of people.

"... then what is that faucet"

"That's a god."

"... sorry. Japanese seems too advanced to understand."

I feel like I'm talking about God or something. That would be a faucet. A person dressed as a faucet.

"Well, I've just come to the labyrinth city, and you can't help it."

It got gently flushed, but I wanted a follow up. I can't help but wonder.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I have to collect garbage. Today alone, there's a lot of norm."

"Oh, bad"

Apparently, there was a trash can behind my standing. A little out of position that it wouldn't be a good idea to interrupt too much of your activity as a penalty.

But you're getting anxious. I don't think this is the only time I need to do this. If I belonged to that clan, I'd be embarrassed.... but there are also feelings I'd like to see Belen look pathetic or something.

I know you don't do this all year round, but you have to figure out a way to avoid it.

Looking at the ladies in the square beside them collecting garbage, they seem to be doing general cleaning as well as collecting it. You're serious, I don't see how you noticed this one. The mysterious faucet also seems to be draining the cobblestone stain with a brush in your hand.... I'm not sure how you're putting it out, but are you going to act as a faucet?

There was a mysterious masked robe that asked what was going on in the square, trying to hide in a tree a little further away from those people, not so far from where I am now.

... Something's up. Oh, one of the three who's not here.

"Hey."

I am surprised by the exaggerated reaction when I approach and call from behind. I guess I'm skipping because of how things are going.

"I don't know all the clans, and I don't know who they are in the first place, but you're as dressed as that, so you're the one who punitive games for example. Wouldn't you rather not skip? You'll find him."

"Huh?... No, the... awkward is a different frame... he's a passing gentleman"

"No, you won't be able to dress like that and put it away. Hey, lady!

"Oh, hey... Huh?

He speaks to the lady who seems to have finished collecting it.

"Yes, yes, what?...... ah"

When I checked the masked robe, the lady's face was stretched out. With this reaction, the line would have disappeared by passing through. I knew I was skipping.

"See, I knew it. I don't know who it is, but this guy was on the same team, right? I was snooping in the shade of a tree."

"Uh... comrade... n, what are you doing?

"We... this is... with that misunderstanding"

You're a cautious man. The same goes for peeking from afar because the crime scene bothers me, but if you're going to skip it, it would be harder to find a robe like that off.

"Give me a break. This is not the general thrust of YMK, it is the discretion of the awkward person who happens to see it..."

"I've always dressed like that... Well, I'll take a look at what you've been snooping at, so help me. We're short on manpower."

"Oh, yes, gladly!

I didn't know what the conversation was about, but it seemed to fit round.

"Wouldn't that be nice? Well, I'll go, but don't skip it."

"Yes, one extra! Else… Faucet Man, Waste Disposal Facility Manager Found -"

"Oh, what convenience. I'll get you some water later."

"Oh, hey... Yuki, with you..."

The lady called and reacted is a mysterious faucet.... are you still a related party? That guy, he wasn't supposed to be in the information I got, but who the hell is the faucet man?

It wasn't until Clofrade showed up. I looked suspiciously at the guys who were cleaning, but I thought they were stained with labyrinth cities around which they didn't respond much. In the meantime, dress up as a body that has nothing to do with them and follow the scene.

"It could have been a bar dealing mainly with expensive liquor, but the captain made it into a regular tavern, remembering that he used to only drink cheap liquor."

"Oh, oh... thank you for not caring"

I was kind of hoping for luxury, but what I was guided to was a tavern that was likely to be included in my current income, and an all-you-can-drink menu. Alcohols in labyrinth cities are delicious, even if they are abundant and cheap, but they are unwanted.

The old story progressed without any particular turbulence. Talk about episodes ranging from Crawfred's unknown origins to slave life to banditry to an extent that doesn't shatter the longing he has, and speaks naked. That said, it's basically half the life of a broken villain. If you only know the Mori Gang since it became huge, it's not strange to be disillusioned with this alone.

It seems that Crawflade was the son of a nobleman whose sandle himself went into stealing and murdered our lord. The client is its closest parent. The bad reviews seemed to spill over to me, so I cut them off. As a result, the house was cut off by political arrangements, without being guilty of any serious crime.

Without knowing such circumstances, the action taken by Crawfred, who was suddenly to lead a falling life, is vengeance. I was going to take a long time to gather information and start building myself up to kill my client and Mori.

But the notoriety of my real father, which is so obvious as to gather information, is not something I can defend in the end, and I understand the hardships of my client. Even though I looked into the executioner's jaws with a nasty thought, all I heard sounded like a bandit's habit was fame. Even if he didn't feel comfortable with it, he was treated like a righteous culprit at that point. Even though they do a lot of dirty things in parts that are not on the table.

The next action Crawflade took was infiltration into the Mori Brigade. He's just a bandit, even though he's famous. It's easy to join the group if you want to start at the bottom. However, you are not allowed to leave, and you can only leave the regiment by dying.

"Then I'm going to be disillusioned knowing the truth."

"Even if I didn't know about the sandle half of my life, I had an imagination of what I was doing. I wasn't even a kid enough to think I didn't do anything dirty. Besides, there was a guy in the regiment who knew. It's not justice, it's an equally disastrous reaper, and the reputation for killing villains is only noticeable."

I know exactly what you mean. He just didn't pick a job to live because of the money. It was all because of good and evil that we were deified, and that we were able to complete it all. Neither does the client intend to put up a fight with obedient and user-friendly awesomeness as long as he pays for it.

"So the first reason I saw him blow up Ajito was' I did it because it was a request '"

"That's a hassle. He's got enough head to weigh the value of things in a scale."

I wouldn't sever my own limbs just to ask.

"Oh, that's where I came to a conclusion that made me want to give up my thoughts. If it does, it can't be anything else. But I don't want to admit it. At least I wasn't going to be convinced if I didn't hear it from him."

"He thought the Mori Gang was annoying in the way. That was the first thing that came to mind when I thought about the most unnecessary."

"... I mean, he ruled us out because we were unnecessary and intrusive"

"Oh, at least that's what he thought at the time. Because I'm an idiot, I realized that it was all Mori, including myself, who was supposed to be the object of this, and I almost died of wild drowning."

"Right..."

It's more convincing than disappointing to say that it looked like a booze crawflade. Somehow it came to an answer, so it's only natural.

"So it's not the kind of object you admire, let alone embody in your own name. I don't want you to change your clan name now, but it's not worth it."

"It's worth it. Even if he thinks so, he shouldn't be able to deny what was actually produced. I'm not going to be able to live like that, but I'm good enough to go for it, okay?

"I can't blame myself enough to name it in a world where no one knows it exists. Me, too."

Or he's not the kind of guy who cares about that in the first place. It's not even my own name, it's not even thoughtful.

... No, the only thing I can't think of is a sandle. It has become a symbol of past liabilities for me.

The drinks then ended with nothing and we headed home.

I stopped by the guild once to check on the trial offensive members I was recruiting... probably no one to get caught up in the recruiting requirements, so I would go back to the dorm and do a roundup of the information that became routine. Also, if Japanese is used properly, emails, internet, etc. can be used, but the letters remain unmastered. I mean, I don't understand why there are so many types of letters.

It's already dark around, but the number of people going to the city feels more than during the day. Labyrinth with little lights It seems that outside of the city it is still time for activity, even though it is said to be a time of insecurity.

Some of them were cleaning up the city in punishment games. I feel the number of masked robes is increasing for some reason, but I'm sure it's my fault.... Now they're not clan members, are they?

The Guild Hall is open for twenty-four hours, but there are many users at this time. Many adventurers are also seen challenging the dungeon now.

"Ah, Mr. Corgolo, I've been expecting you"

An unexpected response returned as I headed to the reception to confirm the results of the party call.

Has this reaction been found?... even though it's such a limiting condition?

"No way, there was a guy raising his hand? I want you to give me a break for playing with people like the memorial exams you introduced me to."

"Uh, excuse me for that verse. There's no problem with the terms this time. Prior to the debut, the fifth level of the trial has been reached and there are prospects for a breakthrough. It's a rookie that holds more than a certain amount of firepower."

I appreciate that, but I'm really curious to say it.

"What do you mean you can't guarantee a fixed party after your debut because you belong to a clan?

"You know. However, since you are an individual, you need to decide for yourself whether you and Mr. Sangoro can make the breakthrough alone."

"I'm not going to tell you how extravagant it is to make that decision..."

I have a bad feeling. I don't want you to hit me, but I'm telling you that the survey I've cultivated over the years is the right answer to that.

"I'm just upstairs in the interview room right now, so can I ask you to keep going?

"Sounds like you even know my schedule, dude."

"Ah, ha..."

Say something, Miss Receptionist.

It's not a dangerous feeling. I can imagine the person who comes out. If he's the guy you can imagine, it's not weird if he meets the conditions. On the contrary, even a fixed party could be organized after the debut. Why, because you plan to belong to the same clan.

"Long time no see, Mr. Corgolo"

Waiting in the upstairs interview room at the Guild Hall was Satina headed by someone who didn't really want to meet her face.

"I didn't really want to see you again."

"It's spicy that you're still dealing with me. I know they hate me, but where shouldn't I be?"

"Physiologically unacceptable"

"There's nothing I can do about it again..."

I know I need to fold it up somewhere more than I'm sure I belong to the same clan, but I would have liked some more time if I could.

"... okay. Let's get down to business. It's about the trial, isn't it?

"Yes, that's not all, but for now, I'm inviting you to join me in a trial offense."

I can see that. That's what I was talking about. I don't know how much Satina is, but if you mean more firepower, I'd appreciate it.

"Is that going to be a use? Even though there's something about the clan, you can't talk about it until you've fulfilled the terms you offered."

"Are you really wondering?

Satina has turned her face toward me that she might say, 'You know what I mean.'

I don't know what I've done in the last few months, but the atmosphere Satina gives off is that of the mighty. I'm not saying you can't win, but it's also hard to say what a elusive opponent < mage > you can definitely beat. I don't even think it's the effect of the bug I'm listening to. When we met again at the City Examination, the atmosphere was superficial, but it should not have changed from the average person.

"... I didn't think so. Aren't you stronger than me?

"It's not that far. I don't think I can beat someone with interpersonal gifts."

"Right."

That's private information. Unless you put on a high level of "Nursing," so far you should only know about the Guild's registration information and Beren, and then about the Admiral. Daimyo, I guess the information and strength are from via the lord.

"So, the trial is fine, but what else can I do for you?"

"Yeah, hey, this one's stuffed with chopped feathers. I want to catch up with the others as soon as possible."

"That's the same for me, and you've been doing that for a long time. I want to help the brave."

"More."

How much? I guess you're not aiming for the same promotion pace as the Admiral.

"As for the specific plan, I just want to get an intermediate promotion in June. If it's true, March would be nice, but just qualifying for a promotion exam would take that long, and it wouldn't be realistic."

That's the same ideal plan I had in mind. Tons of claps to secure your strength and the prospect that you might be able to do it if you were blessed with a promotion exam. In other words, it is an impossible goal if it remains smoking.

"Well, even here in June, it's not realistic. So we're going in?

"I would have pulled silently in March, but I wouldn't even say June would never be possible. However, the only way to clear it is to rely on an uncertain coincidence. Maybe you mean you have a way of doing something about it, right?

Intermediate promotion exam. The length of time between application and issue is a problem, as is the randomness of its content.

"When it comes to intermediate promotion exams, they have an institutional review in April"

But the concern was overshadowed. The information that came out of Satina's mouth, even though it would never be easier, was indicative of the elimination of the opacity of the exam and the possibility of early promotion.

Specifically, the clarification of previously obscure issue periods and the setting of penalty periods in case of failure and discontinuity, as well as the setting of the number of challengers and the degree of difficulty at the time of application, are mentioned. If you want the same difficulty test as before, the waiting period will remain the same, and if you take a high difficulty test, the test will be issued sooner.

I mean, we're gonna break through the intermediate promotion exam lightly, that's an amendment for the guys. In addition, instead of the period of issuance being clarified, the period until reapplication is possible in the event of test failure will begin to occur. This seems to be a long-term penalty the more difficult it is.

"I don't want to ask you how you know that, but you didn't just gobble up on your lord."

"Originally, they were considering it. There were some complaints about Watanabe's intermediate promotion."

"Is it the generals?"

As for the adventurer side, there are just more options and not many disadvantages. It will probably be a welcome trend. However, I feel that a sense of inequality is likely to spread about the qualities of adventurers. By the way, the highest degree of difficulty is based on the tests the generals took.

"That's why it's my plan to join other junior clan members who are ahead of us by about March to take the intermediate promotion exam at the party. Now that the brave man is inactive, I want to keep the distance as short as possible."

"Leaving aside whether it is feasible or not, I understand the immediate goal. But Belen's active. You must have been at the event until yesterday."

"... what?

Satina's face, which had always been on the margin since we reunited, was stunned.

"Oh, hey... I didn't hear that, Dear Nayuta, again!? Oh, I don't know, why does it leak such important information -"

I've started talking to one person. Is it the "Tale of Reading" you're talking about?

Ha, if you think you can afford it, did you use an invisible observer?

"Cut..."

"You're sad. The lord seems to be quite a tea maker."

"Well, if The Tale of Reading is out, then it's out. It's just fine.... I know you do, but I am now supported by Lord Nayuta, Lord of this city"

"I'm mostly listening."

Though I didn't think we were going to get along this far.

"And the other reason I'm in a hurry is because of Nayuta."

"I don't know, do you mean they're rushing me to promotion?

"Well... Nayuta is a very volatile person, and we don't know when it will erupt."

"An outburst... a husband's dungeon master and a couple of fights started or something? If it's about the house, it's going to go away lightly."

"Even the smallest possible damage will make this city disappear"

…………

I'd like to know what you're talking about, but I can't deny mobilizing all the information I've got so far. It makes me think I might be able to.

"I see, that's important. I mean, you said you were in a hurry to stabilize the Lord's spirit. How exactly is that gonna stabilize?

"I don't know."

…………

Shall I stick you down, this guy?

"I don't know, but that certainly involves me and the brave. So just do what you can..."

"I'm not convinced of anything, but I understand the situation. And cooperation... well. For the time being, we will aim for the fastest possible promotion to intermediate level. Shall we start where we break through the trial as a precedent? If you want to talk about it, it means neither I nor you will talk about it."

"Thank you"

There shouldn't be any more invisible observers, but Satina's face is full of confidence. All I'm saying is that you can break through at any time, about the trial.

"So, maybe you can't help worrying now, but whatever difficulty you choose in an intermediate promotion exam, it's just tougher than attacking an infinite corridor. Taking those exams for four...... as a matter of fact, aren't these four unbalanced?

I don't know how supportive Satina is, but I'm pretty sure she's a guard. The vampire lady is in the back, too. Hardly a mysterious goblin called Gobserty One is avant-garde, but I hear he doesn't specialize enough to be able to shield the whole party by himself. When that happens, there is an overwhelming lack of avant-gardes to support the front.

"It would be easier to find that kind of help than it was now before the debut, but it's still tough when it comes to hard content. You can't do that at this point? I'm not, by the way."

The talent we need here is a guy with just the qualities to do it in that out-of-standard clan. I don't plan on joining the group, and I don't know anyone who can do such a helping hand when I'm ready to be penalized. Moreover, it is subject to the limited condition of avant-garde.

"Uh, well, I'm not even here... Watanabe told me to use it as a last resort."

"What, you've been to the Admiral so far?"

Be the first to tell. It would be awkward if the Admiral would bow his head after turning him down.

"Then you should go say hello somewhere. What kind of guy, whether or not you actually want him to join us?"

"I heard it yesterday, so I still don't know... Mr. Demon II, I hear you're a Demon again"

... I'm not in a position to say anything about people, but that's an unusual name.