Over The Infinite

-1 -

My name is Sarjes. He's a little mazo perverted adventurer. Or a bigger category, and I don't mind you calling me a perverted gentleman.

Adventurers of the Labyrinth City have been famous for a long time... especially among those who debuted during the same period, but these days, the name seems to have been known to the general public, and they also get quite a reaction.

The reactions vary, for example, when I come in to help a lady who is persistently numbered on the side of the road, she screams and gets away from both, she makes space around me only in the waiting area when doing the procedure at the bureau, and she turns a gaze that is clearly misused when she is looking for consumables to be used in the Dungeon Attack at the store. If you know I'm a Mazo, I want you to stop doing that. I get an erection.

I talked about that story as a recent development on a radio show with a guest appearance, and it was new to my memory that there was a lot of response. I was donned by the personality's concurrent business adventurers and staff, but I almost burst my pants unexpectedly when I said I was on the air live. Danger. Danger.

In addition, the class called friends, or increased contacts from those who were equally classified as perverts. I don't care what you think, there is also a mix of people from different categories, but if you are perverted in a large frame, it means you will be seen as a comrade. But unfortunately, it doesn't mean anything is okay if it's a perverse preference. Actually, it looks like this and my coverage is narrow.

First of all, I don't understand NTR because I'm lacking in romantic emotions, and I don't understand Shotacon like the male magazine editor I know. At the end of the day, I'm not even gay. I like to be restrained, but I also don't know how Mr. Menhella feels running to the unwanted incarceration of his opponents because of his distorted affection. Others say it would be excrement if it belonged to them. If you get humiliated by such an act, I still don't think it would make you happy to do it.

Of course, I'm not going to deny them, and there's a good reason they're categorized as part of the industry. It simply means that I am a friend and a lover, and I do not understand the act of mediating others. I mean, I'm a pervert with anomalous sexuality, but I guess I'm basically done with myself. When I chased Mr. Lotte around in the Castle of Blood, I was excited to finally wake up to Sad, too, but to that extent at best.

The darkness in this industry is deep. I am just stunned by my low level every day.

Life looks a lot like SM...... there is a saying. That's my word I've been thinking about lately.

Living is hard. Efforts are only marginally successful, and most people are forced to compromise somewhere. Those who are called Successful cannot continue to win from anything to anything, and even if that is possible, it is rarely possible to do so, and it would be Tsutsu's path.

The trick to survive such a life is to convert suffering into pleasure. If that's sexual pleasure, it's better to look perverse. In other words, it is the continuum of trials that is life, and living is equal to SM. The s role in this case is the world itself, and the difference in degree is that we are all mazohists.

Would you have understood? SM play is a thumbnail of life, especially the pros. That's how they keep pursuing the truth of the world.

... etc and my manager pissed me off when I wrote in a magazine column. Maybe it shouldn't have been the Adventurer magazine for the general public, not the usual adult magazine. You've gotten used to it lately, even Mr. Moyer didn't say anything... I can't solve it.

And I can tell that I don't care about myself relatively much, but I was driven by a situation where I didn't know what was around me. It was a long forethought, but this is actually the point.

A bright white space with nothing as far as I can see. Everything is white, so even if you look far away, you can't see the horizon. It just looks like the white sight is going on. My feet are white, too. For once, the ground seems to be there, but since there is no shadow, it will also appear to be floating beside it. The absence of shadows may not be light, but it is an unnatural state of being clearly visible to oneself.

So it's a mysterious space where known laws of physics don't apply. I've never seen anything similar, but it's a good sight to see in a dungeon.

It also resembles the characteristic of the unset region of the infinite corridor negative layer that the leader went to, but somehow I felt that this would be a different place. I don't know exactly where it is.

Well, why am I here? It would be premature to think of it as dead... Because in me there is certainty that this is not death. I don't know how similar death is to actual death within a dungeon, but it's also hard to imagine that there's nothing in common. Besides, I'm also concerned that my consciousness is too clear. I don't even think it's a clear dream.

Then where the hell am I? The most recent memory leading up here is falling out. Or I can think of a case where I didn't travel in the first place, and I moved here directly without any context, but in either case, the history doesn't change to unclear.

The last time I remember... I rushed to the leader. I decided it was bad with intuition and went straight ahead, but the guiding leader was in a state of absolute desperation... speaking of which, what was the situation?

"… indeed, it is a" snatch ""

I was in a difficult place to rendezvous with anyone, although Mr. Dirk could have informed me that I had communicated with the leader during the mayhem, and I was aiming for Kugelschreiber with adventurers and dragons who were around me. However, with some information available, it is not easy to react immediately to an unknown catastrophic catastrophic attack. The strange phenomenon of decreasing numbers as we progressed was vicious, and even for me, who had information of the seizure, I could not respond quickly.

Wherever possible, information was shared through the "Reading Talk" sequentially, but that hasn't turned around well for some reason either. The complexity of the information, the chaos of the chain of command, and the damage in the field combined to make the whole thing panic.

I had no choice but to set guidelines. I am not in a situation where I wait for instructions and entrust my judgment to others. or so, it would also be jilli poor to remain on defense alone. Above all, there is no leader who should be closest to the core.

At a time like this, I wonder what a leader would do. How would a leader instruct me to move? His behavioral principles and policies are still largely incomprehensible, but it is time to grasp the trend.

In conclusion, I chose to move away from the single Kugelschreiber to a more facial location.

At a time like this, if he were a proper commander, he would calmly grasp the situation and choose to clean up the problem in front of him. In the meantime, it's a policy of laying the groundwork for action and increasing options.

But what I'm being asked to do is not deal with it so calmly. Logically, even on the verge of bankruptcy, we are asked to pave the way for a way ahead. If you're a pervert, you need to find your way out of the way.

Though it is on a large scale, the countless faces that loom are enemies, not disasters. Regardless of whether that pattern of behavior makes sense, it has clearly come to rob the subject. Nor does he appear to be conducting consistent combat operations.

I mean, there's no positive movement. Then it is the place with many faces that is the heart of the battlefield, the war zone. If that's the premise, the leader is there. Whether intentional or accidental, because it is Watanabe Tsunami who is in such a place.

Fortunately, it seems to take some time to snatch your face. If it's not contact equals snatching, it's easy to deal with if you keep moving at high speeds. The problem is number, but that's where we'll have to push through impotence. It's the usual.

Up, down, left, right instead of back, even if everything in sight was covered in your face, you just go forward. Using the Tornado Kick and the Flying Dragon Shore, like swimming in a half-curly face.

Even if this much information is restricted, signs of combat are conveyed. Not the leader himself, but he finds a flashy sign of certainty that it is, jumping into an international dense stream of faces. Ahead, I found a leader with no sense of guidance... by the way, my memory was broken. I'm not sure if I've been successfully helped, but I'm guessing remembering the leader's name and face means it's not over yet. It shouldn't have been in vain.

For this matter, I'm apparently not safe myself.

But I see no change instead of being deprived of my face or my name.

In the midst of the confusion, the blank part of my memory that I felt fell out remains intact, and I can see that there is something like a strange hole in my memory. Experience and knowledge are losing connections and creating inconsistencies. You wouldn't be wrong to recognize that's what usurpation is.

But I remember my name, and even if I touch it, my face is normal. Perhaps I just recognize that there is an indication, but so far there is no problem if there is no inconvenience. I mean, in a situation like this, but without more damage than I'm aware of...

... No, something is missing. Something I need remains lost. The part required for Sargess to be Sargess. I don't even know what that is, but it lacks an important part.

"... not good"

I don't know what that is, but I feel dangerous staying lost. It's like the existence of me breaks from the ground up......

Lost what? My core part...... perversion? Or mazohism? But as a consciousness, preferences and sexuality remain intact. I can also clearly recall many of the plays I have repeated so far. I can recall even the overnight bell-ringing event where Xuanlong devised his gold to hang up, even one pain at a time. If so, what was lost is something else... No, wait.

... I can't remember hanging up. I know it was like this from the beginning, but I shouldn't have originally been the owner of these special sexualities.

So when the hell have I been a mazo? If you trace memories of missing teeth because of the seizure, the trend begins abruptly in the late teens...... Unnaturally abrupt.

I am aware that my sexuality is a minority. Outside of a labyrinth city, it can be outrageous and even subject to persecution, depending on the location. In such an environment, do you bother to start such a bad taste?

Persecution is not a major problem because it excites itself, but it is not preferable to be restricted in action by it. If you get burned outside the Labyrinth City, that's where it ends. That's where the quest for abuse ends, so I'd think I should keep those nightmares for the last time. I mean, there's something hanging up there.

No, the cut itself doesn't matter. The problem is the possibility that the fundamental loss will make me no longer a mazohist.

"Knock... is this the trap set by the enemy? What a horrible guy."

We cannot forbid war on an unprecedented crisis.

When I said this was the time, I accidentally got an erection. But leaving the problem unattended, I can't even enjoy this excitement. A perverted Sargess deteriorates into a normal Sargess. If a mazohist who turns fear into comfort loses mazohism, all that remains is intolerable fear.

If you can't see such a thing, follow the vague and unreliable memories and find the points that link you there. Connect the dots with the dots, find common parts, and derive what lies ahead. All that we have in common is the past. A past I know, a memory far before I woke up as a mazohist......

... well, it's previous life. I still have the memory that I was a reincarnator, and the realization that I retained memories of my previous life. But I don't remember that previous life. No name, no face, no information about what kind of person he was or what world he lived in exists at its roots.

... that's all they took? Sure, my face and my name would be different in my previous life... but are they treating me as something else?

-2 -

"Apparently so."

I didn't feel any signs until I recognized it, nor did it appear suddenly. All I said was that I was there from the beginning, and there was an old man standing next door.

My back is about the same as mine. Although it is the beard that does not grow, all the hair is white with no shine. Deeply engraved wrinkles make a tired impression on your life. But he was telling me that the signs of covering himself were not as they seemed.

"... what about you?

"Will it be the self of your previous life? I don't know if it feels the same, but apparently it does."

"... what?

If you suddenly show up and wonder what you're going to say...... no, what do you think? Given the nature of the robbery we've considered so far, is there anything impossible?

The circumstances surrounding me already make no sense. Where I confronted myself in my previous life in this situation, it would not be a otherwise abrupt development. But it's not surprising that if this were a leader, I would be encountering more meaningless beings. Compared to that, it can still be described as a common sense area, such as the self of a previous life. Though it wouldn't make sense to think about it by reference to the leader.

"I established myself some time before you did. I've been discussing this world a lot... it's probably a hit. I decided I couldn't think of anything else."

Even for this old man, aren't you sure?

Speaking of which, if you look good, the suit that wraps up is the same as mine. I can't go wrong because it's an order item.

"... ha. But what a sensation you have of myself…"

If you believe what I'm saying, this old man is my past life itself. It also means that it materialized from the lost face and name.

The old man in front of you is probably a pervert. I can see that. I know, but... I didn't learn any more intimacy. It's not simply because we're talking face to face or anything, but because we feel like we're fundamentally far away and in a different way. I don't feel hostile, but I don't trust you either. You don't look like you're lying, but you're far from convinced. Not so much.

I can't answer each other because my face and name have been lost. In my lost memory, did I recognize him as who I was in my previous life?

It feels like we talked, and this old man seems to understand the status quo better than I do. There seems to be a difference in the information you have to think of yourself...

"That's mutual. I don't feel like you're me or anything. I don't understand how reincarnation works, but maybe I should just think of it as someone else."

"Regardless of how it works, you say you know reincarnation itself?

Isn't it unnatural for me in my previous life to know about reincarnation and be subjected to it? Me...... I don't remember about the world he lived in, but as far as I once looked into it, there must have been a very small number of people reincarnated from the world who recognized that there was such a mechanism. I have heard the reflection that our world is the exception and that it touched the infinite corridor system but might therefore have penetrated it.

It seems that the concept itself existed on Earth, and that's probably where the name of this reincarnation comes from in the first place, but I don't think leaders or dungeon masters took it for granted. At best it would have been a religious concept, or a gimmicky perception of how to construct a story.

"This world seems a little special. It seems that the innumerable appearances and the souls they capture unite with each other to build a spiritual world and complement each other. Among other things, it feels like knowledge is pouring in from you to me as a priority. Perhaps the nearest being, the late. In a while, the opposite will happen."

"I mean, he said it was also the knowledge he had gained from me about reincarnation"

"Mainly. Fragmented and uniform, there is no cakera, but information flows from outside of you. Including things we'll never know. I didn't get to establish myself like I did, but there was some information that I would be treated individually in my previous life."

Innumerable appearance. Surely it was the name of the prisoner of karma that the leader was saying in his correspondence?

Does this mean that seizure is aimed at assimilation? Knowledge, soul, or, anyway, that you're collecting information that others have.... I see. If you want to strengthen it as an individual, it is a logical and simple means.

When that happens, should that massive face be considered like the squeeze cuss of those who were taken in in the past? I guess being there isn't assimilation in the full sense. And that I and he are becoming the same again.... Damn, that's a bad joke. Is that what makes him take away my mazohism?

"It sounds like self-admiration and odd, but you seem to have understood some of this information as well. Apparently, he's not like me."

"Is that what it is"

It's an ability I don't normally need to take advantage of, but if no one is there, I'll have to play the brainstorming role.

Basically, I wouldn't put it on the table even if I thought about it. If we really don't have an answer, we'll consider it, but leaders and Yuki alone can grasp, guess, answer, draw conclusions, make policies, and act more than enough. Many of us have such abilities besides the two of us. We each have our specialties, but Mr. Ladine, Mr. Dirk will already have enough leaders, and Mr. Gaul and Mr. Moyer will feel qualities. I'm not sure because I don't have any direct conversation experience, but probably around Michael as well. On the other hand, it is Mr. Gard who is capable of that and draws the line. His and my stance are nearby.

It's irresponsible, but ideal for me to distract myself from the position of leader and representative. It's a strong foundation that won't break, at least to the extent I'm missing.

"For much of my life, I've been called the iron skin that doesn't know people's minds. That kind of flexibility of thought is what I wanted in my lifetime."

If the flesh is different, so is the brain. There will also be a large part of being an adventurer and being trained by leveling up. Extreme stories, even the exact same person would be a different person if they were raised in a different environment. It would be the owner of the same soul, but it is not normal to make a difference in thought.

"I didn't even have the idea of relying on someone like you. You've been sarcastically told that Yingjie herself doesn't trust anyone, doesn't show weakness, and just does what she has to do. In fact, that was the ironic result of not understanding irony."

Now, he says he understands it by the knowledge flowing in.

I'm not much of a sarcastic type either, but I understand and exercise if necessary. You will also understand that you were able to burn Mr. Moyer, who was once normal.

"Do you regret your life?

"Unfortunately, I have regrets, but if you look back, there will be no other way but that way of life. I can't live another way, and it's not an environment that allows me to do that. If we can go back in time, it won't change what we do. It should be unshakeable to break the system of the motherland where it has become somewhat more efficient, to let it perish and to be made revolutionary. As long as I'm me, that doesn't change."

Even though it's my last life, I seem to live another long and arduous life. But then will my sexuality be inherited from him? The ancestors of Mazohism.

"... oh, speaking of which. Are you sure the end was a torture wheel"

"You seem to recall a little. That complements the information. And the more it progresses, the more it's assimilated into an innumerable appearance."

I see this would be the right expression to pour in. I feel that what shouldn't be complements filling the gap.

Because I realized that, or the landscape that was bright white changed.

"This place..."

An old, broken square that has not even been repaired by Locke. People with no lively eyes packed into makeshift audience seats, wrapped in dark zeal.

Countless torture equipment in the center. Though used in, it is in itself a touched one, all from an extremely primitive mechanism. Those would be former rulers, but revolutionaries, but equally painful and death.

Are some bodies left in the square and stained blood from the time of the revolution or due to torture as a spectacle?

"Execution yards built to lower or divert the public's drinks so that they would use any torture device on the record at the time and die, so that the pain would continue for a long time. The place was the royal castle, the courtyard of the place."

Looking back, there already stands a ruined castle there. It's a former form of glory that was plundered, destroyed, and left only Gawa dysfunctional.

"The first people to be sentenced were not the royals who were rulers of the old kingdom, but the senior citizens who have not even been able to grasp the situation by Locke. That order does not show off and incite fear, simply to avoid sudden death by torture. To learn to add and subtract to keep you from dying. The torture officer in charge is a junior nobleman in a house that specializes in executions and interrogations. I roughly set the stage and arranged that the procedure, roles sharing and appointments would be efficient"

Enforcement of the sentence itself is already inevitable. It is not preferable as a stream, but if it is not enforced, what lies ahead will be the mobbing of the people.

This is an event for the elimination of the missing frustration. The feast, decorated with screams and blood, killed all the rulers of the old system.

But the people, wrapped in an unusual exaltation by the anger of destroying the system but not getting out of despair, the dismay that this wasn't supposed to happen, and the transfer of responsibility of someone other than themselves, turn that spearhead to the fan. That's the beginning of the end.

"It is difficult to rebuild in the short term, even using all the powers and legends we created during the revolution. Support by neighbouring countries was also well below what had been presented in advance. I didn't mind being annexed if living was better, but there was no state that felt worthy of it. In addition, it seems that the figure of the people who started the runoff was tragic enough to judge them to distance themselves as a nation. My plan was to leave at least the people needed to run the state, but it was lethal to kill them all."

This old man was a revolutionary and fan, but not a politician. Its intense leadership was specialized in crumbling the nation, not a talent that could be used to repair it.

It also worked negatively to distance ourselves from people and continue to be lonely. There was no way that an iron skin that could not understand a man's heart could lead the people of a crumbling country.

"Here I am, having decided that it was impossible to rebuild in a positive way, I finally deceived the people. It's a throwaway insurance policy that makes you assume all causes are me the fan. Literally all the power and the way out was used to create and perform a cut that might end the tragedy there. If only I were dead, I'd roll in the right direction. … especially since we can't confirm the results."

"Of course you're dead."

That's how this man was tortured to death. Then he woke up to the Mazo and ascended. These two things seem to have very similar results and have different meanings.

If you look only at the surface, is it a tragic hero or an extremely evil agitator? Either way, it's a life that's had too huge an impact on the surroundings and passed like a storm.

It is not known whether the last action by self-sacrifice revolutionized the hearts and minds of the people. The only confirmed result is my own business. Betrayal, despair, fear and anguish were the only manifestations of sexuality that I didn't even know existed. It could have been a form of self-defense, but I'm sure it had qualities. That is proven by my presence.

"Neither the revelation of abnormal sexuality nor dying should be of particular concern. There is no regret in the path that leads here, even if there is dissatisfaction with this end.... but there are untrained. That's why I can't confirm what I left behind."

"that I inherited that untrained and sexualized"

I don't have anything for myself. Originally empty, there is no life or strong emotion. So the resurrected memories became an end as they were.

Because of those two things, I am certain that I have been able to fight through this far. I don't stand here in vessels that are just empty.

... I see. Without the element of previous life, the existence of Sargess cannot be established and collapses from its foundations. It would also be natural to be anxious.

"... somewhere."

It was an old story that I thought was over, but apparently it continued. But talking more than that, old man... shouldn't exist to me in my previous life.

The tragic torture ground is not over. This world is still in motion, even after a mass of meat stuck on a torture wheel dies at the end of pain.

... What is this?

"Apparently, even after I died, the insurance didn't work. To be precise, it worked but it wasn't enough"

"How do you know?

If it's a guess, I can stand up. It's more than enough of a thought. Even I have simulated it many times.

But that's just an airborne theory on the desk no matter how far you go. Wrong, it doesn't tie into the words' to be exact ', etc.

Not to mention that I've been a ghost and watched.

"Some of the people I sowed awoke from an unyielding enthusiasm, and some attempted a future orbital modification that could only be ruin. Some were put in the hands of a runaway people, and some began to massacre with their own power. Some also made early cuts and took refuge in foreign countries. But no one will direct the movement"

Apparently, he's not going to answer my question.

"As a result, the extraordinary government that took place in the revolution collapsed in a short period of time: only a few months. The mob that has lost its ideals is turned into mere outrage, and the surrounding states, which have seen its dangers heavily, are forced into a situation where they have to pick up chestnuts in the fire from the point of view of safety. And its actions were slow, and by the time the army began to move to repression, it was untouchable. A runoff that succeeds a runoff. Countless thugs formed a group and took away only the slightest benefit in front of them"

It can't be packed or anything. War between nations can be settled in any way, but its opponents do not exist.

"Probably the first large-scale asymmetric war in human history will truly become muddy, and the peripheral states will be depressed by decades of repression and decades of counterterrorism. We have lost our ideals, we have lost our goals, and we have no leader or fan. Whether the cause weathers, or there is no longer a national or collective framework, the resentment that continues to accumulate is chained. Of course, heroes don't show up conveniently."

If the confusion persisted that long, some would have tried to do something about it, but they would have been crushed without being heroes.

These are not easy to understand interests or territorial solutions. It could end up in an extinction war, a deep-rooted problem.

And even though there's no identity, it's what I think. I had some anticipation of what the words would be after this.

"The barren wars that spread and just continued never ended. Until then everything was taken away by the innumerable appearance that suddenly appeared in the far future."

This old man was collecting it from memories that were taken. to fulfill one's last untrained.

"But, Sargess. It doesn't matter to me how it all ends. That's the same as being told that the stars have disappeared over their lifespan."

"The only thing you haven't done is make sure."

"Yes."

So... has the purpose already been fulfilled? At the same time, he said my signposts were extinguished.

"... that there are no more untrained?

The old man does not answer.

"Actually... wasn't the sown seed completely pointless, someone deliberately kept a record of the details after this. I hear you've left your name in the afterlife, I am."

"You're just wondering what kind of assessment it is."

A short-sighted perspective would not spare the appreciation of the great sinner of the century. But what form will it take if it is re-evaluated in the larger framework of history? In a way, we can expect an objective and fair assessment.

It's a story that attracts more interest than being told that the days of the struggle made no sense.

"You want to hear it?

"Huh? Yeah, I'd love to hear that."

For some reason, I was reluctant to explain. Does it even include circumstances that you don't want to be asked anything about or say? I don't know what kind of evaluation it would be if you gave me this far, but I don't think it would bother me.

"I won't tell you."

-3-

"... what?

Things changed for a moment, not understanding what they said. The old man disappears and the torture ground transforms into something like a stone dungeon.... No, not like that, this is a dungeon.

It looks familiar. This is the [Castle of Blood] … its entrance, once challenged with the leaders.

What the hell is this all about? To observe from the palate, this change would have been made by that old man, but you don't think I'd retake [Castle of Blood] if I wanted an explanation? What, play like that advanced self SM? That man is an indisputable dm. We're only going to be gagged where DM and DM have fought.

But if I can't help but stop here, I walk out the main road aisle. Waiting ahead was Skull Drake, the gatekeeper of the same trials as then.

Whatever it was back then when I was a junior adventurer, I'm not my enemy now. Instead of me, all the participants at the time would be buried under a single armored sleeve.

- - Action Skill: Tornado Kick

It is not particularly necessary, but it exudes a little anger but beats out excessive damage as if it were. Skull Drake splashes in pieces as a matter of course, demonizing it without having to crawl through the ground.

The counter skill didn't activate then, but from the feel it would be about the same strength as then.

Well.... I don't know what you think, but even for me, I was still dissatisfied with the Fourth Gate offense. If that's the test imposed by the old man, take it and stand.

Then we reach before the first gate [between the dawns].

"... one bottle"

At that time, only one candle was lit, which showed the life status of eight people. I mean, it seems obvious, but I guess it emphasizes that this is a test that I challenge alone.

Sure, there must have been trials at the third gate that could not be proceeded without all four, but if we followed the same route, there would be no trials where multiple people would be mandatory.

... Eight. I can't remember one. … is this also the effect of the seizure of an unlimited amount of appearance? It has emerged that close associates have also been seized.

Speaking of which, < Ring of Self-Destruction > should have been the key to the fourth gate, but I touched my neck and I already wore it.

Dive the gate and get a glimpse of the landscape.

At the beginning, there was a long interval between the blinking sights, with a clear view to the back if near the entrance.... exactly the same. Although it is a complex torture trap paint trial, scattered redone memories remain intact.

I'm always told I'm a man who doesn't read the air, but I'm not going to enjoy a self torture show until this time.

Check the exit position and adjust. Use Tornado Kick and Feilongxiang as they are to forcibly break through. It's a record update with one challenge and less than a minute of attack time. A leader must say something about TAS. I still don't know what the abbreviation is.

Then he incited Mr. Moyer [between the second gate stairs]. There is no such thing as that Mr. Moyer, but there is no problem here either. I'm attacking originally by myself, and that's the test for me in the first place.

The waiting time that occurs every step of the stairs is cumbersome, but now we decided to look positively at it as a break for thinking.

What I think about is what that old man wants to do.

Probably waiting for you at the fourth gate ahead, but I'm sure you're not the enemy. I still don't think it's the same, but it's the same with me before the robbery. The line of fake deceit in my previous life can be, but it's too clumsy for that. I didn't even feel like tormenting me in vain or falling in and playing.

Acting just when you have some thoughts is probably what I need. I feel far away, but it's about me. Guessing makes sense. That's about all I know.

Perhaps that old man is concerned that my goal will disappear. He said that I no longer had to check that instead than the untrained in my previous life had been eliminated. That's why I'm not telling you.

He was also anxious to know what to do if he was transferred to the other one with the prescribed number of people at the start of the trial, but he was safely transferred [between the third gate spires].

Yuki is not here, but I can break through without any problems as long as I have the technology and accustom I have gained here as well. I don't have a war problem either. Where the head count is down, I'm stronger than that. I can't even cry that I can't do it right now because Mr. Moyer walked out of here by himself in the first place.

It's hard to say what a gorgeous figure like Mr. Yuki is, but he still climbs to the top for the first time and succeeds in destroying the boss in the storm. Though it's a redo, it's perfect so far.

And only one staircase emerged. I guess it means a trial made for me alone.

"So there's one fourth gate."

There is not even a resting place for return at the forwarding destination, and there is one door to the fourth gate. Unfortunately, he opened the door using a ring of self-destruction that he never used.

And it is not Doppelgenger, as expected, but an old man in a single suit who waited inside.

"That was fast."

"This is what it would be like once you attacked a trial."

If this is another trial altogether, it may struggle with comparable difficulty, but it doesn't matter if you leave something with a proven offense intact.

But that would be it, too. I haven't really cleared the Fourth Gate. Because I didn't overcome my threat, I just forcibly broke through.

The same goes for the Fifth Gate if it means it's not survived at the time of the attack, but it would be treated differently because it's a trial for the eight of us. I mean, this is the only trial I'm not convinced of myself.

"So, can you explain? Or do we do it the same way we do it when it's real?

"Do you think we can win now? Hate, I have the same power as you."

Where I have grown stronger, the relative strength will remain the same if the [Between Threats] mechanism remains intact. I'm not willing to lose, but speaking of winning...... honestly, I'm not sure.

It is the way of the perverted gentleman Sargess that any strong enemy finds the winning strengths on his opponent and leaps in unwilling to sacrifice. Any fine winning muscle can stand up to an image of victory.

But I can't imagine beating this guy. I don't know how I can win.

"... why are you doing this?

"I did the time to think on purpose, so you must be following the answer"

"You are going to disappear. On top of that, you're trying to leave me something"

"Exactly. So this is where I end up."

Originally, he's like a ghost. It only forms from obscure information, such as memories of previous lives. It exists as something else because it has a name, because it has a face, because it has a soul. They should be just information by nature. I guess the ghost by the name of untrained creeping into my soul is who he is.

As if that were normal, the battle began without a signal.

The old man runs. It looks like it's headed straight for the line, but the truth is I'm the one weaving a lot of feints.

Pay off a kick that swings like an axe, with a kick as well....... heavy. Do I feel heavier than I did when I was a doppelgenger simply because I became stronger, the copying source, or a manifestation of emotional weakness?

Modify perception while fighting. However, learn the fine parts that you just can't grasp when it comes to the same strength, optimizing one hand at a time. If we don't, we can't even have a meeting.

Mutual, is this what you say? Fist punching is by fist punching, kicking is released by kicking, not at the same angle, but at the best angle and power for deactivation and interception. The figure is not a mirror copy. But it expresses complete antagonism. I don't care if they always come after us for offsetting, but rather the old man takes the lead and strikes.

It's probably not just physical elements such as muscle strength, magic, organs and nervous system that are copied. Even inner elements like combat experience are the same. I confront myself in a true sense.

Sounds like self-admiration, but you're strong. The figure was me trying to stay strong enough to meet the leader's impotence. Even though it's not his own power, does he feel the same way fighting? Or am I the only one who unilaterally feels impatient? If so, the result is the same as it was when Doppelgenger... no, it's less than that. Longer, it makes sense for me to lean against my feelings. Forced forcible breakthroughs, etc. He won't forgive me.

"Whoa, whoa!!"

- Action Skill "Tornado Kick"

- Action Skill "Tornado Kick"

Skills released simultaneously in the air. There's damage to each other, but it can't be a decision hit. Skills unleashed by full force were also offset as a matter of course.

Not good. We're not going beyond trials like this. No, I don't think this fight is the real deal in the first place, but you can't even lose.

I don't see the image of victory.

"What's up? Can't you even keep your spiritual superiority on the ghost opponent who's about to disappear right now"

If the war continues to change, we lose. It's a slight difference now, but the strengths and weaknesses are already beginning to emerge.

If the ability to fight is the same, the inner part becomes the decisive blow. That's what I knew [during the threat]. There is a big difference there. If you can't beat this hero, you're recognizing it somewhere in me.

"All you found out was fragments. It would only be one of many worlds, such as the information gathered by the innumerable appearances. There must be different answers in parallel worlds."

Attempt dialogue in agony. That is a natural question if you listen to him… it was also a well-known question of answer to me.

"Don't go down. Are you so hunted down that you bother to ask what you know the answer to?"

It was completely nursed. There's no way I can get to that question, although it's more obvious than being in this world and receiving information.

"If you want to hear it, I'll answer it.... I guess so. Although it is not an absolute law, there is a tendency not to take possession more than once in the approximate world. I mean, I was right to realize that it was one of the many possibilities that existed. But it wasn't that kind of information that I wanted. Whatever the form, I found out how it ended. I was convinced by that. That's all."

It's not something to know, it's something to see. It was an answer that I knew would not be made clear.

"Satisfied? 'But with that look I said, the old man enters combat action again.

You can read the other person's actions. Including the feint, there is no telling what kind of hand to take. Not only do we know each other's hands. Yet they are starting to push me little by little.

The answer is simple. The stray creates a slight difference and screws in the attack without missing that slight gap. The damage has become more visible and significant.

"What do we do, Sargess? Can you finish here with me?"

You can't do that. But I can't give a clear answer to the question of what I'm fighting for. If it's the same thing as this old man, I don't care what you say, go back to empty sarges. Then I don't have to think about it.

But that's impossible. That's all that's clear. You can't stop here, trying to lose your untrained.

"If this is the end point for you, I won't stop you either. But what you've stacked up to here is to that extent?"

"No."

I'll break it that's not supposed to happen. I have to break it.

"We rescued Watanabe Tsunami, who was absolutely desperate. Don't you think if you had a leader without me, you'd do something about it, etc.?

"No."

Don't admit it. I do have the expectation that I'll do something about it, but that's why I can't just throw everything away.

"Don't you think that walking with the purpose and sexuality of borrowing is the frog in the well?

"No!"

That must not happen. That's not the way Sargess is.

"Well, but that's what I really think in my last life. Are you sure you can deny it?

"... no." "If you mean no, take down the ghosts of the past and move on. Let me show you how Sargess is."

What the old man is saying is extremely simple. Am I really establishing myself as a Sargess? I'm telling you to show your existence without being imprisoned in the past life.

Until this point, I could have been a borrowing sarge. Because if I didn't, I would have stayed empty forever.

But now that the untrained have been fulfilled, I must be a sarge in the true sense.

"This is how you reproduce [during the threat], because you can only prove it exists in an easy to understand way: combat. Because that's the majority of what Sargess has ever asked for. You can say no, but you won't prove yourself where you beat me. Anyway, I'm just an agitator with no combat experience."

It's an earache story. There is a huge aspect to the fact that it was once requested [during the threat] because it is a test imposed by Mr Lieselotte. Neither this battle nor the trials so far can be disputed if it is said that the perception that I was not beyond the trials at that time reflected the results of my quest for an easy answer.

Already the old man seemed unwilling to fight.... I also combine to solve combat postures.

"And since it's the last time, I have a little desire to win and run away"

"... all the time"

Abominable, but that's about as good as it gets. Never strong. Sargess is tolerant. That's what I'm gonna do now.

The only thing I find distant is that it makes so much difference. And the old man hasn't denied it since the beginning. There is no right answer to abstract things like being yourself. If you believe the person who speaks of it is, you win what you say. However, that is not the only place to be deluded, and you should not be deluded.

What I inherited from him came from sexuality and untrained purpose. Admittedly, that's where you stand, and you declare me.

"I'm a pervert"

"I know. Neither do I. You're so muscled that you wake up with the torture you've done at the end of your betrayal and despair. I didn't believe, but from the idea of monotheism, which was mainstream at the time, heresy is also a good place. That sense of defeat may be another element."

No, Mazohism would be distant regardless of religion.

... Perhaps this is one of the keys. He doesn't know the world. Even if I am somewhat aware of it as information, I only live in a terribly small community myself.

Sexual diversity can also be considered out of the question. At least I've never actually experienced it.

"You may be muscled, but there is no history of that sexuality. It's about the same accent that happened at the end of my life."

"... well, yeah. There is actually no such thing as being a mazohist in the knowledge that describes me. Apparently someone said that the guy who lived this life like a joke must be a mazo, but I myself didn't remember being sexually excited or anything like that."

That would naturally be there. Similar to the empathy I must have with the Mazo for the leader.

I guess what I don't know more about his revolution is that it's incomprehensible.

"I traveled the world right after your memory came back to life. He stretched his legs to a region called the Secret Frontier at the time, and turned his legs to a continent where no country even existed, where he worked his quest for mazohism."

"I don't know deep down, but I know. It's very active."

After all, is there a border around here?

"Yeah, because empty me was everything you left behind. Activity policy naturally becomes the main thing. The hang-up was definitely yours."

"It must have been a lonely trip. I know I've toured a comrade in a labyrinth city, but this kind of thing is a good place for a basic minority."

"No. It was a solo trip, but there were comrades before I went. Classes call friends, or we perverts are attracted to each other. It's what we meet."

"Oh well... I see, I don't know what that means"

Well, you'd be confused if you didn't know. I don't understand, but the details may not have been shared as a result.

During my journey, I was persecuted, and I was about to be burned. But it was irreplaceable to meet comrades everywhere, including Pharaoh, the god of wind beasts, on the Dark Continent.

"I'm proud that you did something that you couldn't do. In addition to your activities in labyrinth cities, you can definitely declare yourself more perverse than you. I'm better than you."

"I'm only aware of it on the surface, is that so? Beth, I'm not that interested, but you can listen to me."

Why are you so upset? The same goes for being myself, but I just feel sick about old man tundra. Though acting, I want you to apprentice Mr. Clarice.

"You know neither the business nor the depth of nostalgia of a labyrinth city. That city is still the capital of the devil, whose incomprehensible sexuality beckons me. It's only one of the good sexual habits of being a mazohist, however degrees are passed."

"Stupid......"

"In that city, even if a muscular man wanders with a pair of pants, he's only treated to the extent of 'oh, that's who you are'. It would be admirable if a female adventurer wore a half-naked bikini armor. He was just taken when I walked in a crowded place wearing only pants made of transparent material and saying, 'Because I wear pants properly', but still only with strict caution and fines. The law works as a law, and you won't be sentenced unless you clearly deviate"

"No, don't. Don't tempt me any more."

Is this temptation? Though it does sound like a peach town story.

"No, I won't stop. This stuff is just an entrance. Can you imagine a festival of visiting mazohism on a scale of thousands, tens of thousands if you do poorly? You don't understand that there's a magazine dedicated to you that you can buy normally in a bookstore, do you? It's a dedicated channel, but even TV shows exist. There must have been no community like this in your life."

"But jealous, but it's only about the environment. It's not about you."

"I'm a pervert. Even the average person in the city knows that the adventurer Sarjes is a do-grade pervert. People avoid it from where they go just walking normally and get slandered for being a pervert. I'm excited about it, but I keep establishing perversion."

"Stay!! Mazohism would be a shining sexuality because it is a minority. As much as I envy making public statements and recruiting comrades, they are a minority but the late values are lost!!"

Well, if all citizens are mazohists, I'd be a dongler, too. Without a doubt, the social foundation will collapse.

"You don't understand. Still a minority. Of course the vast majority are normal, the proportion remains the same and we will see them as repellent. That's just more denominators, and it doesn't change the fact that it's a very small number of the majority. However, a high absolute number of people creates diversity. In it sexuality is differentiated, creating its own community, thin, sharp and sharpened! Like you pierced loneliness in that country, I would also be a lonely pervert. It may be misunderstood because of the large number of people in the category, but it would be the same genre, but sexuality can't be matched!! Perverts are lonely for everyone!!"

It's time I don't know what I'm talking about, but I'm pretty sure I'm telling the truth straight away. That's the kind of passion we need right now.

"Though you may consider your own sexuality to be the supreme, such is only at the foot of a mountain so high that you cannot see the top. Let me tell you, it's just a hiking course."

"Ouch!!"

Telephone punch flew in without a shadow to see it for some reason, but plays it. I hit him in the face as funny as releasing the jab so as to put the counter in as it was.

I continue to proclaim myself as I chase after the old man. It may be called cowardice, but I don't recall a clear interruption.

"Plus, I'm an adventurer. People, but they suffer pain that they will never taste again in their lifetime."

Looks like the old man got back into combat after being beaten somewhat sane. The kick in the chase was offset by a kick.

But sweet. It's obviously lacking in glory, not as much movement as it was earlier. This is a place to fold.

"For adventurers fighting in harsh battlefields, Mazohism works superiority. It was the qualities of the shield that did not benefit me, but I can always stay on the front line and keep fighting without hating to suffer pain. All I'm expected to do is overturn my disadvantages with the unexpected nature of a perverted accident and roll out a hand that I can't reach if I'm a regular person! I have always embodied it. That's why leaders, Yuki and everyone else are accepting me while I know I'm perverted!!"

"Grr!! Are you going to be proud! While I am perverted, I am admitted to exist!?"

"Oh I'm proud of you. And not while you're there. He's admitted because he's a pervert!! You don't get it, but what do adventurers do without being proud of their power. What does a pervert do without being proud of the perversion that is the root of that power!!"

What does the adventurer Sargess do instead of pervert? As the leader was puzzled against me when I went into Sage mode, not a perverted Sargess or anything like that. No!!

Where did the advanced battles go as far as just now, fighting like children's fights. A distorted beating with only high physical abilities.

I feel superior to this man right now. Not like me, but the slightly budding sadism should also be like me. Unlike a man who believes in his sexuality as supreme and can't move a step from the place.

"You gave an example of a frog in a well? Oh, sure, I don't know how vast the ocean is. But willing to step out into the ocean!! That's something you don't have that ends here!!"

Sargess is a potential explorer. If there is an unknown possibility, I am willing and courageous to row out to the sea. I don't know if it's a frog or not, and it doesn't matter. Frogs, but Amenbo, but Mijinko, let's step out into the ocean and show them. That's the way Sargess is.

"... okay. I've taken unexpected, serious damage, but let's pass it first."

The old man's hand stopped.

As far as the reaction so far is concerned, I can only feel the loss, but I know that's what was needed.

"I know what you're trying to do and what you need to do. It came to me somewhat by the influx of information."

"I guess. … which means we don't have much time left."

We are being assimilated into a myriad of appearances.

I don't know if the leader has really managed, or another factor, but I feel that this world is currently undergoing interference in the progression system, but that is far from it. It remains only in the superficial part.

But perhaps we are deeper and trying to be assimilated as a priority. I don't know if this interference is a rescue, but I can't reach it.

"This is a world where the strength of the soul says things. I rely on myself in my previous life, assimilation is inevitable."

"That's right. At least I can't find a way out. Not to mention the untrained shell."

Then I don't know what to do. But if you don't clearly establish yourself, you'll be swallowed up in no time. In this world, those who do not have themselves are not allowed to buy time or whisper resistance.

Now I'm just finally over that first hurdle.

"So did you see the new path you had to take? Not to mention that the quest for sexuality is the only goal of life."

"No."

I haven't decided on that. Although it is only decided to stop standing on top of the untrained of previous life.

"I don't have any big goals, but I have a lot to do for now. You can't throw that out. Anyway, there's a long way to go, so you'll find it naturally. If you really need answers, then yes… one day we'll go to one of the worlds you spent and accompany the tomb with flowers."

"... well. If that's okay with you, I have no objection. If this isn't the case, you don't have to say anything."

"Is this where you should say you're looking forward to your grave?

"I'm not in that place. You'll disappear soon, but you know where your soul is. Sarjes."

That was the last word of the old man.

... Speaking of which, we were the same thing.

It's like, he disappeared from the beginning like he wasn't anywhere, but he doesn't feel like he's back in me or anything like that. In the first place, I guess it's not like it's split or anything.

I'm like an illusion. It must be my own claim, the information of a soul called Previous Life showed. It's still a long way from it, and I don't think it was Yingjie out of reach.

"... still, don't set an example"

That lifetime is something I can never imitate. That's why one day I'm going to go and add flowers to the tomb of a hero, not to my own heart. I don't know if there is a tomb, but the land from which the statue with the name "Rajert Brow" is engraved will remain.

Speaking of which, he was the masked warrior.

Reminds me of the name of the old man I remembered all along.... No, there are no old men in the thirty-ninth year of sharing. That's all he looked old for is a sign that his whole life was harsh.

At first, it was naked jess written on the bulletin board, but I thought it would stick oddly. It wasn't immediately tied together, but I must have felt similar somewhere.

When visiting the grave, I will then accompany you with your favorite mask along with the flowers. I'm sure you'll be delighted.

-4-

I put a single keri on my soul, but it hasn't solved any of the biggest problems.

This is, as always, the spiritual world created by the innumerable appearance, and I remain plundered. Just because the recovery process is not complete, no escape arrangements have been found.

I'm not willing to sit down and wait for that, but having no clue is troublesome. I don't even know if I have the means to do that in the first place.

Rajert's creation of the [Castle of Blood] remains intact, but only the [Crimson Throne] lies ahead.

There may be an illusion of Mr. Lieselotte, but there will be no such thing as a door opening where he can return to the real world when he defeats it.

Nevertheless, I decided to move on, saying that there was no other place to go.

[Fifth Gate Crimson Throne]

I visited there again. The memory of the time remains intact. Objects mimicking bones and flames on bright red overdecorations and Mr. Lieselotte's hobby itself. If you dare to say the difference, there is no giant candlestick that should have been decorated in the back. It can be taken for granted that it is reproduced from my memory.

There is no exit, as a matter of course. On the contrary, even the entrance disappeared. Like that time, there won't be anyone coming later. No, I came when I came. I just have to be confused.

The vampire in front of the throne doesn't move like a statue, just sits still.

A human form with a giant sickle and a bat blade on its back. But not Liezelotte Ryatt Schelkervain.

A man I don't remember. But the name that flows in as a record is….

"Werner Ryatt"

One of the top executives for guild staff in the Labyrinth City. Dungeon Master's fabric. Mr. Liezelotte's father. That means you and I must know each other.

I guess that means participating in interactions with the world of dragons with the title per head of the Kugelschreiber, where he, like me, is plundered by an unlimited figure and imprisoned in this deep realm.

Although he was an acquaintance he had met in the middle of the enemy's land, it was clear that he was not the one to be ridiculed. He has no contents now. No face, no name. All the information coming in is just a record that he was. And the fact that you showed up on this scene at this time... you should assume that you came to retrieve me.

Its Werner heads into space, flashing a giant sickle. Something made a huge noise that could smash.

Crushed is the ceiling part of the room. Instead it was the red sky and an even more red and gigantic moon that showed itself. Like countless giant dragons winging there. Seeing that, I was convinced that this was what this world was supposed to look like.

"... I see I was protected."

I thought it was strange. I felt that it was too peaceful for the enemy to feel in danger. This spiritual world was created by Rajert to protect me, and was prepared to fight the usurpation.

I don't see how information just left in my soul made such a separation from the mechanisms created by paranormal beings. Or maybe that's why he's such a hero.

... Damn, how great is that guy? I'm sorry to hear that you've even had this meal and it's just been recovered.

Then the world filled my face. Faces rise in the red sky and moon and screams eclipse the spirit. It resonated directly into the brain. It was just noise, like a soul song, like a hymn.

A flock of faceless dragons wings, or just ask this one. They are also supposed to be the usurped ones, but are they going to be the audience or something?

Shortly afterwards, Werner wings and flies at an unstoppable speed all the while saying that this is our only battlefield.

"Damn!!"

Three slashes like lines emitted at flashing speeds. Regardless of whether you overlook a move that ignores inertia, it's hard to capture the opponent you're confronting.

I couldn't see it. I scolded it. I'm already in a state of combat. If you don't step in as hard as you can from the start, it will be pruned in an instant. I did that and finally got a huge disadvantage.

Perhaps this is not the original full force either. Whatever it is, it's a difference in strength that's still isolated in such a state. A presence that should never be touched if judging calmly. Even if you're not as good as the Dungeon Master, you're a 12-dimensional opponent.

Arshelia Growentina, Liezelotte Ryatt Schelkervain, Serpent Dragon, Eight Arms, Monsters of the Grade who fought in the Four Divine Practitioners, the opponents they once fought, are not even comparable.

Unstoppable and strong. But......

"You don't get the image of losing, Werner Ryatt!!"

- Action Skill "Tornado Kick"

Stimulate your soul. This is a spiritual world, albeit inside an unlimited appearance. Not to mention the remnants of the world still left by Rajert.

If spiritual power is the world of things, the reason for losing to such a loose shell opponent and so on!!

It clashes in the air with an opponent that could not have been captured. It's a zero-minute estimate, a five-minute projection, a five-minute account.

No damage. The attack was stopped by a sickle, even if it captured the target. The Tornado Kick spin remains, but a counterattack comes before it weakens.

"Ohhhhhhh!!"

Yell. Imagine the Watanabe Tsunami, who has always buried his superior enemies.

Due to my role in the party, my opponents often left on the way in battle. I guess it is my strength and at the same time my weakness that can do that. Acknowledge its weakness. Make up for what's missing after admitting it.

I assure you that no one transcends the Watanabe line as a spiritual pillar. The leader isn't here, but if he isn't, I can take his place.

- Skill Chain.

Play the sickle. No matter how much there is a difference in strength or magic, if you deviate using the opponent's movements, the difficulty will be reduced.

- Skill Chain, Magnum Straight.

Release a fist toward a slightly open space. I went through, but the feeling of damage was minimal. Instead of being fatally injured, it has only reached the extent of the scratch.

But survive. It's not like it won't arrive. Reachable. Whatever the real thing was, I was confident that this situation would arrive.

- Action Skill

A sickle blow emitted from a distance slightly away as a counterattack. The magical light left over from the blade becomes a circle, and it approaches me to break both my bodies like a giant chakram.

"Ugh!!"

Immediately after skill activation at close range. It couldn't have been avoided or anything, but it cut through with minimal sacrifice. Lost is another right half of my right arm. The tip is torn vertically from the elbow.... to this extent, it's good.

My right arm is useless for a while. Even if compensated for by spiritual power, instantaneous regeneration would be difficult with the perception of a person's body. Gradually. Tremble your soul to break your present shell.

There is no direct chase on me falling. Instead Werner flew high and raised a sickle.

- Action Skill "Crimson Blood Pile" -

Not to mention that this is the headquarters of the main house, which is not the same number or density as Mr Lieselotte once saw. I find that there is no blind spot in the pile directed from the sky to the ground, and wherever I can travel, I will not be immune to fatal injuries. And I'm such a vicious substitute for out if I take one shot.

Instead of running away, I don't have the means to travel in the first place. Both the Tornado Kick and the Flying Dragon Shore, which are always used to move around, are skilled in advance with scaffolding.

But did you know that? Who decided that I couldn't use it without scaffolding, etc. If mental power is the world of things, I'll rewrite it for you!

- Action Skill.

As the pile is released, it uses skills that should not be activated and drives up into the sky.

If you are fatally injured anywhere, move on. Even the rain of piles without blind spots if seen in two dimensions, not all of which are released at the same time, at the same speed. I believe there is a blind spot if you look at it in three dimensions.

In other words, "Fei Longxiang", a linear diagonal kicking move over the sky, cannot be avoided alone. And I can't stop my skills on the way outside of collaboration. I don't have the means. But there is knowledge.

- Skill Cancel -

Interrupted technology that ignores skill rigidity. I only heard that there was such a thing. I assumed that the future S-rank adventurer would be able to use it, although naturally it is not something that I can exercise right now.

- Action Skill

Fit one of the piles that strikes and release the kick. You can't kill power, you can't kick it, but you can scaffold it. And I can have a gap for that.

- Skill Chain: Full Purge

Stripping not for sexual excitement, but to exploit the slightest inertia with which clothes bounce. Because he's a selfless opponent, or only marginally excited.

- Skill Chain, Tornado Kick.

Kick piles in the air as you scatter your clothes and fly over again. Werner was in the range of being caught, whether it was just after releasing the Crimson Blood Pile or not responding to my actions.

- Action Magic "Vampire Territory" -

It is unknown sorcery that is unleashed in interception. If you believe in information that flows in, it's Realm Magic, which does indiscriminate bloodsucking in space.

That's a bad hand. If we just ignore the damage and stick it in, it won't be bitter. I would be naked but the damage is the same!!

"Oooh!!"

- Skill Chain: Dynamite Impact

Increase your impact on the Tornado Kick by matching the timing of the landing. Still not a lot of damage. I knew that from the beginning.

And if you continue to stay in this area, you will be severely damaged by the blood-sucking effect. I can't ignore that.

- Skill Chain: Rolling Sobat

The risk is more woven than the original. Then only fold it up.

It releases a spinning kick to hook me up to the other half of my body, and I dance further into the universe. Even if there is no self left in Locke, is he still a parent or a child, his attitude in almost the same way as then, the same condition of being completely naked was in place.

"Fall, Werner Ryatt!!"

- Skill Chain, "Dragon Stamp."

This is not enough than not earning loco damage from just an attack. Huge damage is necessary to change the situation. I already have that means.

Final Attack, whose tightening is also defined as the end of skill collaboration. With this, I will move to an unprecedented mode of sage as a price. But that's what I'm after.

- Final Attack

"Whoa whoa whoa!!"

A stomping attack that converted all my sexuality into a force of blow burst. There would be no point in a visible phenomenon or anything, but a crater is born around me just to say if even meteorites have fallen.

And if the skill ends, there will be a shake back. DM lust, shaken out to the extreme, is drawn back to a neutral state.

This extreme shake back is the condition that I wanted. unstable and unfinished skills, but should be hard to activate on this occasion.

Imagine yourself not who you are. Inside the Ultimate Mazo, I will transform into the Ultimate Sad!!

"I'll see! My new look!! This is who butchers you!!"

- Action Skill "Sargess SPM"

Narrative

Explain it. Ugh! Sarjes' "Sarjes SPM" is the ultimate depths that transform into super Sarjes due to the phenomenon of reversal of Mazohism, which has been elevated to the extreme!!

In addition to the mazo shake back, it is unpredictably vicious and overwhelming power on the person that this skill activates using even a skill rigid recoil!!

Its power creates the ultimate sad that encloses the ultimate mazo! Now comes a bad tachi pervert who drives himself through every torture experience!!

By the way, I'm saying transformation, but the appearance hasn't changed in particular. You stay naked as usual!!

Although the damage was done and dropped on the ground, Werner is alive and well. The effects of the Vampire Territory also continue.

On the other hand, I found that the transformative effect of Sargess SPM or my right arm was also recovering rapidly. I mean, rearrange. This is where it comes from.

"You know what, Werner Ryatt"

"Nameless Realm" is the world magic that transforms the world itself to the best of its ability.

I, the Werners and dragons in front of me, and the adventurers of the plundered labyrinth city, are trapped in a rewritten world. Rewrite the world itself but therefore impossible to escape. That's kind of a bad skill.

The leader doesn't know how, but he seems to be interfering with it, but waiting for that rescue would be foolish.

Because this is the abyss of that world. Probably because it is an area of difficulty to interfere close to the center of the innumerable appearance.

So is Werner, but information is pouring in that the dragons in sight are all sub-gods. If it is high in character as it exists, it means that the process of seizure is also different.

How would a leader give me instructions at a time like this?...... it is decided. Self-reliance.

"Our leader says Sad has a sexual habit of enclosing the mazo."

You perceived my signs, Werner moves into action. That slight moment determined everything. It's too late. This one's in order.

Because this is the closed world that is impossible to escape. You can't escape no matter how you scratch in a world defined as having no exit.

If you're going to get yourself out of that place, if you're going to make that impossible happen, you can interfere with and overwrite the world itself.

It's a bad sorcery, but only in this world can we ignore it.

Knitting, configuring and defining an oversized surgical formula that is only feasible by this special environment and the immoral power of the Super Surgery.

- Action Magic "Torture World" -

The world has transformed around me. It precisely unfolds and materializes the experience of torture of the Mazohist sarges, giving the world an unconditional experience of abuse to all that it captures.

The more advanced the Mazohist, the more vicious the performance. I created this magic on this occasion now. He said it's not impossible if you're a super sarge.

It is the World Magic that the original immature are forced to activate. Naturally, I can't control it. I'm not even willing to control it. Let it run wild with fun, widening the world, eroding and swallowing an unlimited amount of appearance from the inside.

"You, the dragons in the sky, and then the flock of faces will all be mazoned"

versus an unlimited number of appearance strategies. In that corner of the battlefield, a tougher world raised its voice.