Reworld•Frontier-Saijakuni Shite Saikyou no Shien Jutsu Shiki Tsukai [Enhancer]

It was the night I woke up in the hospital that I learned about the end of the man's life.

Or, as you know, I woke up from a coma and discharged from the hospital because of it, but I fainted again when I left the front door.

Once again, I was put in charge of the hospital - I was too shy of the boulder to tell your doctor because the cause was Hanu kissing me - but next time I woke up, the time was already dinner.

Leaving the hospital with Hannu, who was sneaking up on the boat in the chair beside the bed, I sent a direct message to Mr. Villey.

With an apology for waking up and being discharged from the hospital, and a thank you for coming to pay my respects.

Then he immediately replied, and the last sentence was accompanied by a thankful offer: 'Princess Xiaolong can join us for a meal if you like'.

It was just dinner time and I had not spoken of anything for more than two days myself, so I was happy to let this ok.

Of course I have Hannu's consent. Apparently Hannu got along with those two while I was asleep. I would like to hear more about it in time. Including how that Hannu kissed my cheek.

While I had a few message exchanges with Mr. Villey to meet the rendezvous point, I, uh, thought with a sober head.

"This is the situation where I, dubbed under the disdain of Bochi Hancer, become Naver with that sword lady, Mr. Villey, of the Knights of Pale Red Flames, and thus make a meal promise.

Maybe if you told me a while ago, I'd never believe it, I don't know. I mean, every time I still get a message from Mr. Villey, I get so nervous that my heart pops out of my mouth. If you do poorly, you may pass away just like that.

But now - I kind of feel like 'something' has changed decisively with me a while ago.

I don't know exactly where it is.

It's just clear that the cause is the presence of a girl holding hands with me.

When I met Hannu, I changed.

I don't know if I should tell you that I've changed, or that I've been changed, though.

That's for sure - for me, it was a happy thing.

Father, mother. Grandfather, grandmother.

I made friends.

gossip.

Me and Hannu, as well as Mr. Villey and Mr. Karel, met at a family-friendly restaurant, unlike the last fine restaurant.

It is called a chain store that is omitted as a family.

Explain the situation to the clerk and show him to the table of the Villies who are here first.

As we approached him, Mr. Villey noticed us first and waved at us with a smile.

"This way, sir."

and the waitress, who guided me, leaves with an additional menu table on the table.

I briefly met the two of them and sat down with Hannu in a sofa-shaped chair. I was on my way.

"Good evening, Princess Xiaolong. And brave Beowulf."

"To?"

All of a sudden, Mr. Villey smiled and called me by a name I was unfamiliar with, and I leaked a dumb voice.

"A monster (Dj Monster), or a trickster of a thousand changes. Which name do you prefer, Mr. Rug?

Mr. Karel smiles like a tease and asks me that.

"Huh? To?... Yes?

As I pointed at my face and was confused, my neighbor, Hannu, laughed.

"Lato, that's your alias." Beowulf "of the Giant Killer. Or" Monster "called by those who do not understand the intensity of the Taunton. Some also call it" Trickster "because of the characteristics of the technique used by Taunton."

――――

I got pompous.

As I said earlier, I am a "Hancer" disdained person.

I can't believe I was given the same [alias] as the "ice spear" that Mr. Villey called "sword lady" and Mr. Karel said.

I couldn't believe it.

"Beowulf is the name of a hero in a super ancient epic. Legend has it that he defeated a giant as big as a castle and a fiery dragon. Although slightly different, you and Princess Xiaolong have a pale dragon gatekeeper. And this time, I defeated the giant Hercules. I think I'm the perfect name, what do you think?

I can't say anything back to Mr. Villey, who explains Nico and I are in a good mood.

"The battle between you and Hercules was filmed by the Broadcaster. They showed me in slow mode because it was too fast... to be honest, I lost my temper. I honestly don't know how people call you a monster. [M] Your combination name was definitely" Bullish Violet Jokers. "This is certainly something I've said a lot. Mr. Rug, you and Princess Xiaolong are all aligned and" out of standard (Joker). "It can be a wild card, it can be a baba. It's a trickster."

I kind of say that with a serious face to Mr. Karel. Maybe you're being praised. That too, with tremendous momentum.

But not at all, not at all.

I was also told that the "Beowulf" alias given to me was spread throughout the world as soon as possible through broadcasting. But I really felt like I was listening to 'Someone Somewhere' and I didn't think it was about me.

After that, Mr. Villey explained the environment surrounding me and Hannu while considering the menu to order. That, too, barely got into my head.

In the meantime, I understand that Mr. Villey and Mr. Karel are focusing on suppressing and summarizing our cluster group of attempts to solicit BVJs.

By the time the food I ordered was brought in, I was just frightened and even said, "Oh, thank you. And it's outrageous," he said, becoming just a machine to repeat.

By the way, how did this dining place become a family, this can be Hanu's hope.

"The concubine wants something sweet! You want something sweet!

And, well, during the day, it was something I fainted as soon as I exchanged promises, so as far as she was concerned, I guess there was frustration. When I picked up a meal and a shop with sweet treats, I thought this would be the right place.

So Hanu was now turned into a captive of cream brulee with beef stew omelette rice, apple pie ice cream arranged in front of him.

"Oh......! Ohhhh......!

Not to mention Hanu, who is dying to look like a wild beast who has forgotten a touching lesser language, from here on out is the real deal.

- That man would have destroyed himself.

When the name of Dyne Samsolo came up during the meal, Mr. Villey said so clearly.

Although I had guessed from the conversation with Hannu that the man was dead, I still didn't know how.

"While you were in a coma. Yesterday."

Karel, located next to Mr. Villey, puts in the supplement as usual.

Lined up in front of the two are a sirloin steak set and a mixed grill set. I thought it would be rude to have such a common store for the two of you who invited me to such a fancy store, but Mr. Villey casually said, "Never mind. I come to these stores a lot too," he said. I think he's such a sweet guy. When you order "drink bar? What's this all about?" Though I realized it was a lie because I was asking the clerk.

I don't feel half done.

"Um, the... how could that guy, again...?

I blurred my subject and predicate, and I heard that.

To be honest, when Dyne threw Hannu at Hercules' feet, for a moment, I thought I'd kill him.

I think it was the first time in my life that I had such a clear intention to kill others. So angry.

But no way, when I woke up, I couldn't believe he was dead - I had no idea, and I stuttered.

I say there's a huge gulf between intent to kill and murder, but I think you really are. Even if I ever wanted to kill you, it was just like being in a transient mood. I didn't even think about putting him in this hand. [M]

"Dyne Samsolo has stepped off the road as a person and as an explorer. It's in front of so many people, too."

In an unpleasant tone somewhere, Mr. Villey throws up. I used to hear he was the one who tried to slash his neck with his own hands, but apparently he had an inseparable thought.

Mr. Carrell's calm voice carries on the story as if to cool Mr. Villey's spirit, which gets hot.

"Rag, I know you know, but inside the ruins (relics) are basic, lawless zones. And we Explorers are also, to put it better, liberal industries and, worse still, outlaws. But that's why there are strict rules between us to say" tacit understanding, "or" code. "

I accept. [M] Master once taught me what Karel said about "implicit understanding".

Explorer would know and it's natural common sense, but I guess it's because we have Hanu here. Mr. Karel dared to proceed with the conversation carefully and plainly.

"To say, autonomy in the ruins is made up of the morals of all of us explorers. But this time, Dyne defied the general rule.

The alias "fellow killer" given to him - it's not public, it's branded by NPK - already represents a code breaker just because it sounds like it.

Live on a lawless battlefield, but therefore, what Explorer should have is a spirit of mutual assistance. Help each other, support each other, and compete on it. That's what Explorer should look like. Well, it's an ideal theory.

Could it be cooled down? Phew, and Mr. Villey exhaled, dwells the light of mercy in his deep red eyes and tells him to whisper.

"That's not all. Dyne had a reckless contract with the Broadcaster. The right to show 200 layers of Gatekeeper battles in the form of selling them over there on the contrary. They had received quite a bit of the contract money..."

Normally, Explorer is in the position of [having it broadcast] to the 'broadcaster'. By having them show, Explorer gains fame, makes it easier to recruit people or get financial assistance.

However, clusters and others that have become somewhat famous will, on the contrary, be able to sell broadcasting rights to 'broadcasters'. Our struggle is popular content, so pay the gala.

Dyne was bold enough to have had that contract with Supernova, which he had just formed.

"But Dyne failed. He lost his battle with the gatekeeper Hercules and even committed the foolishness of shielding Princess Xiaolong in front of the camera. Instead of just breaking a contract, it's an unacceptable evil deed that also invites the image down of a 'broadcaster' who streamed such footage."

Karel's jade eyes were as quiet as a snowfield, as opposed to Mr. Villey, who seemed to have subtle feelings for the late Dyne. I don't even feel worthy of sympathy, does that mean?

"As a result, Dyne became the wingman to pay for all his previous bumps. That was yesterday."

I'm going to try to reproduce the whole story for myself based on Karel's words, which he speaks softly.

Although it would be inaccurate because it is only my imagination.

Maybe it was like this.

"Oh, hey... are you kidding me? Or give me a break! You can't do this!

The voice of the surrounding wolf echoes inside the security room. Mike picks it up and the speaker outside amplifies and releases it.

Listening to voices emanating from speakers is, unlike usual, a group of explorers who made that face look rude.

Lunatic Babel, level 201 - security room.

Man - Dyne Samsolo was pushed in there by himself.

The entrance to the security room is closed. Unlike 200 layers, however, if he opens the door, he can escape. Unfortunately, however, even if theoretically possible in the present situation, it was physically impossible.

Outside the door now, armed explorers stood guarded with their respective gains in their hands.

There is no need to ask why. As you can see, it is to stop Dyne Samsolo from escaping.

Breathe his appeal into the microphone held in his hand by the host of "The Broadcaster," in a stuffed plight, and rub it cold.

"Dude, it's ugly. [Hero Dyne]! Put your hands on your chest and remember what you've done! Oh, you fellow killer!

Already at this time, the crime department that Dyne had committed so far was in the bright light.

It wasn't just when I belonged to NPK. In his previous explorer life, he has survived at the expense of others around him every time he finds himself in a crisis. Hang a number of clusters on your crotch, sometimes gathering your own people like 'Supernova', in some cases falsely naming them.

The vast majority of the Explorers that we have here were those of the past who were betrayed by him. And the rest of them were also angry at the evil deeds of Dyne, and they hardened their will to forgive.

Dyne screams hard inside the security room with her back to the door.

"And you have no choice! We Explorers are always next door to danger! Sometimes you lose your life! We all knew that! So..."

"Ahhh? So... what? Mr. Dyne, is it possible that Themé said," That's why I'm not so bad "?

As soon as the host blocked Dyne's words and said so, a number of voices of anger exploded from the crowd.

Don't be ridiculous. That's not a joke. Don't take it personally. Die.

Someone killed my lover. Someone killed my family. Someone killed my best friend. With them, I would have understood Dyne's reasoning. Explorer's death is, in a sense, a natural phenomenon.

But beyond that logic, they can't forgive a human being named Dyne Samsolo for living.

Our loved ones died in his place. Yet why is that man still alive? I wondered if such irrationality was a good thing.

"I'm not bad! I'm not bad, man! He died and was on the battlefield for granted! The dead ones were unlucky! That's it! I did all I could to survive! Even you guys are!? I just stumbled upon a guy nearby and let the enemy attack me! I'm sorry he didn't have the strength! So I'm not bad! It's not bad!

Such Dyne's claims naturally give rise to an outrageous rumor.

I can't stand it anymore, I'll kill you with this hand - there was a man screaming like that.

But there was an objection in that voice that that was no good, and that would not bring him to justice for his sins.

Once added, the moderator also says this on the microphone.

'Well, well, wait. Everybody. I know how it feels to kill him directly, but suppress him today. Dyne's guy broke our deal for licking it. I apologize for that today. I'm shooting the transfer. "

And make a statement that can explain the current situation.

'Yes, I challenge the gatekeeper by myself - that's the thrust of today's plan!

For that overly merciless purpose, now cheered. Knock on your hands, stand up, and rejoice in the irrationality that hangs on Dyne for everyone.

"- Chip, chip, whoa! I'm not kidding, Temee! You can't fight a gatekeeper by yourself. You're so determined! Damn it! I'm not wrong! I'm not wrong! And yet why do you have to see me like this? Ooh!

Dyne's scream was echoed by a voice so cold that it cleaved a noisy voice.

"Well, you're not wrong."

As soon as they were making a scene, they instantly calmed down.

Whoever the Lord of the Voice was, Saint Wilhardt of the Sword was his real son, Miss Sword Villey.

Everyone lost their voice to the long hair shining in gold and the presence of a burning deep red eye - a female jewel as if the legendary golden dragon had turned into a person.

The head of the NPK, to which Dyne once belonged, walks out of the group and approaches the door of the security room, repeating in a well-transparent voice.

"Dyne Samsolo, your claim is not wrong. You're absolutely right. Explorer is an industry of death and neighborhood. Living or dying is just a matter of strength and luck or bad luck."

Until just now, the people who were protesting against Dyne's claims are all silent at this time. The invisible force emanating from Villey's entire body was blocking their mouth as an intangible hand.

At the same time, they knew. That the words of Miss Sword Villy are never meant to be.

"Dyne, you said that. I did nothing but spirits to survive. The guy who died because of it was just unlucky. If only he had the strength, he wouldn't have died. So I'm not the bad one. That was weak. That's bad... right?

Its voice spinning from its poor lips, which seemed to be a bud of flowers, was stiffer and colder than the sound of the icebergs roaring though.

You can't even notice the difference in the sound of a dyne placed in an extreme state. He had a blatantly appeased face and voice,

"Oh, yeah! That's right! I'm glad you understand! The boulder's my ex-boss! Thank you, Sword Lady Villey!

In blatant flattery, all the people around him frown at the root. But at the time, Villy didn't even pickle her facial expressions, she was piercing the faceless look of her mask.

And a word as sharp as an ice column can be uttered.

But with that logic, we're not wrong right now.

"-Na......!?

Stunning Dyne voice. Black-and-white his eyes, he asks Villy what it means to be silent.

The cold-hearted words responded to that silent question.

"If that's what you're saying, here's what we're gonna say. We do everything we can to survive. Those who die because of it, they're just unlucky. Because if he had the strength, he wouldn't be dead. It's the weakness of the person who dies."

Cold, Villey rephrases what Dyne claims and pokes at himself.

"Heh... say what...? Duh, what do you mean, sword lady...?

I didn't understand what Villy intended, and that's what he overheard.

Perhaps there was only one Dyne who did not understand at this point. Or maybe he refused to understand that with reason, while instinctively understanding.

"Your fight against the gatekeepers here will give us valuable information. That's the information we need and need to survive. [So we're not bad.]"

"-...!

A color of understanding arises in Dyne's face. It's the colour of a bloody, pale face.

"So when you die in this battle, you're just unlucky. I'm just sorry you don't have the strength. You were weak. You're just bad. [So we're not bad.]"

With all his strength, Villey repeated the last passage.

For the first time since this time, she loosened her expression and smiled gently.

"Don't worry, Dyne. [If only you had the strength, you wouldn't die]. Of course, no one will let you survive the defeat of the gatekeeper. With the pride of a knight, I promise."

With such goddess-like mercy, she tells.

"So let yourself prove your correctness. That's the right thing you claimed earlier. I can't believe I'm going to give you my hands back before the roots of my tongue are dry anymore... don't you?

Its tongue was no longer the tip of the ice.

Villey flipped the blade of the word that Dyne waved, sticking it straight down his throat.

"- Eh...!

Neither could a gurgling sound, and Dyne distorted her face with remorse, biting her teeth.

He no longer has a way out. The entrance and exit were sealed, the tongue previously used as a weapon was broken and there was only one way forward.

"- Damn it...! You're not superior, I'll do it! I made that enhancer kid! Even for me - don't bark at me, Temee et al!

Have you decided to be ready or have you reopened it again?

Hounded Dyne finally grabbed the pattern of the great sword he carried and pulled the knife out.

His category is Heavy Swordsman. No matter how much he falls, he is a powerful man who once belonged to the top group, NPK.

All those who did not know his past were attracted to him by the certainty of his own command.

Dyne's step triggered the embodying of a component floating behind the security room.

A giant blue and white sphere turns into a gatekeeper.

"KEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

The manifestation is a giant frog-shaped mechanical SB.

Later, the name given by the Explorers was Frog Eater.

The total length is around four melts. Emerald green body chart and large swollen pearl white belly. Two slight eyeballs of Yellow Topaz wield an inexorable gaze at the left and right pieces.

"- Ha! What the hell! I don't care what you think, it's a mutton fish!

Shouts in temperament as Dyne cramps her cheeky muscles.

The Frog Eater's appearance was certainly inferior to that of Hercules, seen in a previous hierarchy, more than a few steps.

"KERRRR... KERRRR..."

Carefully inflate the foldable armor beneath your chin as a real frog, no matter how hard you look at it, it's not far from Hercules.

In a nutshell, he looked terribly weak.

A number of mixed exhalations emerged from the audience giving up. You can't do that. The guy from Dyne could really win alone - there would never have been many who thought so.

"Let's go. Ooh! Whoa, whoa, whoa!

He roared his torso with majesty, and Dyne dared to storm.

A man approaching in a painful footsteps, but Frog Eater doesn't look either. I'm looking in the wrong direction, and I'm just throating.

It looked that way.

For a moment, the red light sparkled in Frog Eater's mouth.

It was a flash.

The long tongue that popped out of the frog-shaped gatekeeper's mouth as a flash wrapped around Dyne's body, which was still more than ten melts away, and quickly drew him in.

As if traveling instantly, Dyne is taken away to the mouth of the Frog Eater.

Later, a great sword that was held in both hands fell to the floor.

I guess he was too quick to understand what had happened to him himself.

"…………………… Ah?

He turned upside down and leaked such a voice with his hip-to-bottom swallowed up in Frog Eater's mouth.

- KERO

and Frog Eater rang.

I couldn't hear it, an ugly scream came up.

Frog Eater uses his long tongue to drag Dyne Samsolo into his mouth, begging for his life unnecessarily and provoking the voice of the severed demon.

Slowly, slowly.

At a rate that sounds like a prey.

Eventually even a crying cry swallowed up in my stomach - the silence came abruptly.

Nobody said anything. The audience remained silent and kept an eye on Frog Eater's behavior.

After about three minitos, the frog eater, which did not make it microscopic, suddenly solved the embodied and regressed to the original giant component.

The role is over now - just saying so.

between Dyne being swallowed and Frog Eater disappearing. Maybe that was the time it took him to melt.

"That's why I'm a rat. My concubine won't fight that frog."

"Huh?"

I looked back in surprise when Hanu told me that he was supposed to be obsessed with beef stew omelet rice and dessert next door.

Hannu looks up at me with a stew on her lips. Somewhat grumpy look. I knew I didn't have to tell you, and it felt like I was saying so.

Hannu puts a spoon for dessert on a plate, making a noise with Kachan.

"Don't you see? That fool fit in the belly of a frog."

"Ugh, yeah... right?

Speaking of which, Hannu sees the whole thing on the spot, too. You must have remembered the sight at the time, he's frowning really unpleasantly.

When I nodded vaguely, Hannu said, "I don't know yet.

"Froggy went straight back to the component. I mean, would that mean that I have that fool [mixed up]? Doesn't that mean that if a concubine exorcises him, that filthy component will come into the concubine?"

"Oh, uh... yeah, I guess so...?

I know what Hanu is trying to say somehow. Nevertheless, the component is a component, and because it is a chunk of clogged data,

"... I don't think I care..."

And I think, as Hannu, that's not going to happen either.

A small hand slammed the table with a bang.

"Silly! That fool tried to fool this concubine. I threw away my concubine. How painful was the back I hit then!

"Uh..."

That's right, I'm convinced. It must have hurt a lot to see from this.

Is that true? If it were thrown like that, it would be something that would take so much damage that you wouldn't be able to get up right away if you were normal. In Hannu's case, for what was still light weight, it was just somewhat better.

Pussy angry Hannu arms up and turns to pussy.

"Therefore, I do not admit that Lato will fight him. Even in the form of data, I absolutely don't like concubines, such as that fool mixing in the rat. I'll leave that frog to the others."

A de facto restraining order has been issued. How much I hated Dyne, I think. He made me lick bitter juice, too. [M]

Actually, though, I think it's a good suggestion that we don't get our hands on the 202 layer of gatekeepers.

As Karel said earlier, there are historical "rules" among explorers.

One cluster, or party, defeating one gatekeeper in a row can be a kind of manners violation.

Basically, the gatekeeper strategy takes place after many information-gathering battles. The accumulation of that information is a feat of all the explorers involved. But the reward that actually arises - although there are exceptions, of course - is only one component of the gatekeeper.

Therefore, one group of people scratching the reward continuously is the wings of buying objections from other explorers.

Regardless, this is what the top group cares about, and it wasn't supposed to have anything to do with youngsters like me - now, I can't say it's irrelevant.

Me and Hannu have already defeated 197 layers of sea dragons and 200 layers of Hercules and acquired those components.

No matter how powerful Hannu's technique is, defeating the Gatekeeper will not spare him the unwanted slander. It would be a smart choice to be adulterous for a while until most of it cools down.

Besides, we both have more important challenges than that right now.

Let's not talk about the food becoming less delicious during the meal because of it - so Mr. Karel offered me another topic.

"Yes, Rag, I'm so sorry for the sudden."

"Yes, what is it?

In a calm voice, as usual, Mr. Karel said.

"I want you to make that story about wanting to welcome you to my Knights without, okay?

It was like a thunderbolt without light and sound.

Chan, and Mr. Villey's hand dropped a zero fork and rolled onto the floor.

I haven't heard that story - with that said look, Mr. Villey stares at Mr. Carrell next door.

But Mr. Karel stared at me with a serious face, ignoring the deep red gaze that pierced his cheek.

An atmosphere that I have never experienced before and that I can't even tell you about fills the occasion.

I myself was a little confused by the unexpected story.

- Is that it? Uh... What should I reply to when this is the case? Was there something about stereotypes?

"... uh... heh...?

What can I do to return an offer that is too sudden? At this time, I had no idea.