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

In a space where the smell of blood is standing.

Damn it, and the sound of eating things smelly.

It's a skinny guy sitting at a lonely bar counter making a grumpy chewing noise.

Under dim lighting, a grey head with an olive green cap and a black coat woven with feathers on his shoulders is blurring up.

Roast beef slices on counter table plates.

A man with a fork in his right hand with the right hand - Siglos Schweinberg chewed the meat as if it were chewing gum out of flavor, and swallowed it with a sound as if it were an obligation.

As soon as possible, he throws a fork on a plate just saying that he has done the minimum courtesy and makes a tall noise. Grabbing the glass poured with whiskey in his left hand, he snorts as he smells choking blood.

Drinking up in a breath, he suddenly slammed an empty glass against the wall. The impact smashes the crystal glass and splashes the fragments. Some of the brilliant shards fell apart into a carcass rolling on a carpet of fat.

"... hmm"

Sigloss throws up the sight looking boring.

Until he arrived, even if we were lonely here at the end of the day, few regular customers and masters had the usual interaction.

But now the only person breathing in this bar is Siglos.

He killed them all.

As soon as Siglos stepped into the store, he raised the four regular guests who were at the table to a blood festival, and then made the master, who was on the other side of the counter, prepare meals and booze before giving him death at the expense.

Saying it evolved into Photon Blood, the smell of blood hasn't changed so much since the days of old mankind. The smell of raw odor, similar to iron, was now so full in the store that the more fire it lit, the more likely it was to explode.

Tori, and his light blue eyes send a resentful gaze at the roast beef he had eaten earlier. There was only a lonely shop, and the sign menu and the taste of it seemed terrible.

The entrance doorbell rang when he spit and indicated his intention to never put it in his mouth again.

As soon as he toured his neck and saw the intruder's face, Siglos spoke in a light tone.

"- You were late. You're such a disgusting bunch of people to keep you waiting."

It was three men who opened the door and came into the store. They are all wearing the same old green uniformed clothes as Siglos.

As soon as they stepped into the bar from the night darkness, they noticed the smell of blood and looked up to the Trinity. acknowledging the appearance of a sigloss with a leading man sitting in the corner of the store,

"- Mr. Siglos, how many times have I told you that useless killing is a problem..."

"It's useless. I killed him because I needed him. That's all."

Being acquainted with each other, they also began the conversation without greeting each other, despite a few days of swinging reunion.

"... but it wasn't you, the leader, who decided to meet at this store. We don't have to secure the rendezvous until we kill the people in the store..."

"You'll need a base anyway, won't you? I didn't choose this place without thinking about it. First of all, the distance from the blindness or the dragon hole (Voltex), right? And [many or few good guys to kill], with or without more booze"

Whatever it was up to the first two conditions, since then it has not been a convincing reason for anything other than Siglos. To the cluster leader who counts fingers, the men who are subordinates make tannic surfaces and sigh quietly.

The old-fashioned design bar they are in, Reconquista, is in the northern district of Floating Island Float Rise - also known as the Sundown Ghetto - in the corner of the slam.

Float Rises, alias both floating cities and aerial fortresses, has a history of developing from the south side of the airport. As a result, the poor gathered together on the northern side of the delayed development, and security deteriorated, and it should be noted that it remained so.

The bar Reconquista is located near the [entrance] of the North District, if you will say so by analogy. It is the place where the shaders come first in search of the house. Since the back is undisputed [demon cave], there is no way to move on unless you are too much yakuza.

As Siglos said, people who drink alcohol in this place at this hour are probably [not even roku] people. The matter itself could not be strongly denied by the subordinates.

Looking at the flattering surface of the three of his men and pretending not to see them, Siglos took a single cigarillo out of storage. Nothing. Suddenly, the chromium green light condenses in the air, and about ten centimeters of scorched brown cigars appear. Siglos picked it with scholarly hands,

"- So. What's the end?

I questioned the three of them with an unsympathetic voice as I sat at the edge of my mouth. Make the lighter's surgical icon appear small on your left index finger and broil the tip of the cigarillo with fire.

The leading man, whose position is at the top of the three, replied in a serious voice.

"We manned each of them in a dragon hole (Voltex) in the direction of the city. You can start the operation at any time. But......"

"But?"

To his cloudy men, Siglos turns a frigid eye as he exhales purple smoke. I don't know what I'm thinking, I was turned to my inexperienced light blue eyes and the man sounded uncomfortable mouthing the continuation of the report.

"That's... there's something wrong with the city. There are people everywhere who seem to be on guard, especially at important locations, and security seems to be tightening."

"Of course you are, fool or you are"

The voice of Siglos, who had no ears, petrified the man's tongue. Sigloss, who remains seated on the counter chair, puts out smoke to ridicule him when he puts the cigar out of his mouth. Heavy, sweet incense presses the smell of blood and fills the room.

You know, what we did at Volkling Circus was a lot of news, right? You weren't checking? Every city would be wary, if it were normal. I mean, if it's that much information, it's up to me to know better that I was lurking first, right? I ask you again, are you stupid or what?

The man, who was reprimanded for hitting and changing from the slightest thing earlier and with a low push to kill voice, is perspired in the face and still pleads.

"... but Mr. Siglos, that level of vigilance is not the norm. After gathering the information, apparently the city's explorers are also involved in security..."

"You've got a request for help from the upper management of Float Rise, haven't you? If there's a guy up there with a little head to head, he'll come up with something about that soon."

The man, who was suddenly kicked again, finally rebutted with a blatant pointy voice.

"… there were more than a hundred explorers in the component redemption center, no matter how you look at it. Plus, it's probably the top guys. Obviously, it's been seen that we're targeting this city! I don't know if the information was leaked or sniffed out...... it's dangerous! This plan should be reviewed -"

"I was just wondering, come on"

Sigloss accidentally stepped out of the chair. With Cigarillo picked on his right hand, he walks out toward a man who roughs his voice. Walking in unrelenting strides with Tsukatsuka, Siglos leaks purple smoke from the edge of his lips and fleshes it at once, bringing it very close to the face of a man whose back length remains unchanged.

"- No, to tell you the truth, I've been wondering for a while. Come on."

The last, come on, so open your mouth wide and spray a thick smoke on the man. When the man coughed, Siglos' left hand stretched all the way around his neck and grabbed the collar of his clothes.

"Something's defiant about you, isn't it?

"Ugh -!?"

A man who would obviously weigh more than him was gently hoisted up in one arm of the yuman-style sigloss. A man's leg leaves the floor, rattling.

"Si, mr. Sigros!" "Leader!?

The other two rush to get a stop posture, but Siglos doesn't even put it on his teeth. Grabbing up his men with one left hand, he often closes his eyelids to enjoy the fragrance, including Cigarillo on his right hand in his mouth.

Spitting smoke to taste carefully, he opened his eyes and turned his gaze toward the face of his men, who were overhead.

"- Nah. That's the way you say it caught on earlier, isn't it? [You, the leader], or something? Don't call me a 'leader' for that, but purposely the same 'Mr. Siglos' as before, eh? - Oh, is that the same for you over there?

The stiffness, and the pale blue gaze, is exactly what I said earlier: "Shi, Mr. Siglos! 'and stab his men who raised their voices. His men screamed," Hi-!? "in a creepy glance like a snake.

Sigloss looks around at the faces of the three men with the same eyes he sees even with the dying bugs rolling around the ground, and suddenly, he laughs.

"What? What is this? You don't mind? You mean I'm your leader? Huh? If you have a complaint, you can say it, okay? I'd rather be clear, wouldn't I? Tell me about it. Hmm?"

"Gu....................................!

Sigloss's left hand tightens the critical and man's throat. Say it, say it with your mouth, but this doesn't even make a voice out of it.

"- Oh, come on, say it. I know, right? About what you guys think. I mean, here's the thing, right?

There is a lukewarm light that resembles a fish scale in the eyes of Siglos, who proceeds to speak on his own. Under the dim lighting of the bar, it should be noted that both eyes of light blue seemed to glow brightly in themselves.

Cigarillo's purple smoke exudes from the edges of her lips, which open like a rip in her skin.

"You guys come on, blah, blah. You don't like me, do you? The previous leader - he just killed clustermaker Audis Volkling, and I'm the one facing the new leader, right? Yeah? Am I right?

Like fun, like singing somewhere, and cursing, Siglos says. He shook his head sideways in a playful act.

"But I'm sorry...... I'm so sorry. I'm sad. You're accomplices, aren't you? 'Cause I can't believe I'm the only one who pushed the blame... No, well, I did get my hands on it directly - right?

Siglos, who said the tragic content, but without incident, suddenly shook his left arm wide and threw his men's body against the wall.

It should have been an unproductive move, like throwing even a ball.

Even so, the sound sounded terribly heavy.

The walls and the body of a man forced to embrace unwanted did not fall on the floor for long. With the momentum of the shell, he was forced to bury more than half of his body in a wall full of bullets. Regardless, the man's breath roots have stopped.

"" - Huh...!?

Two of the rest of my men, out of the question for the light murder of one of their companions.

Siglos takes a sip of Cigarillo and gently turns his body to both of them.

"You know what I mean? Master Odys said it was the previous system, and then I was next. And the next thing you know, you were the three of you? Besides, you guys are a little bit older, right? Awkward - there's no point in thinking about it, is there?

Repeat the question, not even willing to ascertain the answer. They both knew that was the habit when Siglos was genuinely angry.

"Please, wait, Leader..., calm down. Wow, we didn't mean to..."

"Ha, even if they call me a leader now? Look, I killed him, didn't I?

Siglos laughs off one of his diligent attempts to clean things up by showing the man buried in the wall at the tip of Cigarillo.

I'll kill you both already - the two of you have absorbed that intent without any help.

"-Do, why, all of a sudden like this...!?

Another mouthed a boring question for Siglos as to whether he could not turn his head well to the very rapid development.

He laughed,

"What's the matter and these things. It's up to you guys because you don't need me anymore, right? Or" Volkling Circus. "I used it when I got here. Loltrinze's the only reason I'm here anymore. Come on?

"Is...? hey what is that......!? What are you talking about!? Well, if it's used up, how come you're planning a raid on this city?"

"Oh yes, wasn't we talking about letting you know the effect of that new technique and eventually selling it to some army!?

With a letter on his face that he doesn't understand at all, his men absurd their voices.

It was impossible.

For them, it wasn't supposed to be like this.

Yes, this wasn't supposed to happen.

The man who names the current leader of the 'Volkling Circus' - when Signos Schweinberg murdered former leader Audis Volkling and robbed him of a new development maneuver that was nearing completion - no one must have predicted that this would happen.

At the time, the code name for the procedure under development was "Corps Recycling".

It was literally a revolutionary technique of playing (recycling) SBs (security bots) that were destroyed and regressed to components once, 'massively', and 'low cost', just like in the ruins.

Once this is complete, we can create a corps (corps) made up of only the service SB. That way, the sunlight shines on the handlers who are now being cold treated, and there will be revolutionary changes in exploration as well. It may no longer even be necessary for Explorer to fight in the ruins. No one will die in battle anymore - it was supposed to be.

However, where the surgical ceremony was almost complete, Odis declared to members that he would 'stop the development'.

Naturally, all members disagreed. It was a study in which enormous years, budgets, and effort were followed by effort. What should I do if I stop now?

This is why it was said.

"If this ceremony is abused, there will undoubtedly be many victims. It's something that will never be forgiven.

Odis said that in a strong tone. That's enough to put an end to research - and.

But no one was convinced. It is also a technique that exists to hurt something like an attack technique. You can kill as many people as you want if you use it differently from the existing service ceremony.

- Too much now. Didn't you know that from the beginning?

All the members voiced their protest to Audis, headed by Siglos, who was a sub-leader of the cluster and Audis' most apprentice in both the ceremonial development and as a handler.

- Foolishly enough. For reasons you don't even have to think about, now it's time to crush the research, etc. Did you cower over this period?

To his men who exploded their grievances, Odis said:

- That's not true. I noticed the danger of abuse. This procedure makes it possible to use a large number of SBs too efficiently than originally assumed. It's too dangerous.

To Audis, who preaches danger, but no one backed down. Instead, he even appeared to proclaim that because of the high risk, returns were also significant.

In response, Odis also said:

- That's not the only reason to stop the research. A lot of budget is still needed to complete this "Corps Recycling". But I don't have any more money. We should start a new research project here to get financing from our sponsors.

It was an exposure until it was soberly clear. Ortiz told me to discard the research that should be called the grief of all the handlers, and to come up with a new plan that the rich eats well, only to get money.

At this time, the dissatisfaction of the members has been completely saturated.

Thus, even at a later date, when Siglos killed Audis by hand, not everyone in the membership was surprised and accepted the fact with satisfaction.

Then - until now, did you hide that genius - Siglos quickly completed the unfinished operative formula "Corpse Recycling," making the "Volkling Circus" 's greatest aim [mass regeneration of the Servant SB] a reality.

We don't have enough budget to complete the surgical ceremony - Audis said, but that was apparently a convenience to make members give up opposing research cuts.

Although some annoying preparations and conditions are required, the handler's ultimate procedure called "Corps Recycling" was completed anyway.

Siglos gathered all the other members together to make this proposal.

- Is it time to end the era of handlers being licked? [Here] As long as there is, the world can be turned upside down. Why don't we return to all mankind?

There was no one left to deny.

They decided to pollute their hands in order to spread the glory of the handlers around the world and to get a price comparable to the previous crystals of sweat and tears.

It was the moment when the cluster Volkling Circus was corrupted by terrorist groups.

Thus a total of fifteen members of the nascent "Volkling Circus" first activated the "Corps Recycling" in the Pangernian regional city of Lisarc, which was the base, and instantly drove it to destruction.

The next goal is a natural fortress - floating city float rise. If we occupied this place with all our might, the English name of "Volkling Circus" should have traveled around the world and taken an invitation from some military state, not far away.

That was supposed to happen.

That was supposed to be such a development.

Yet.

Let's just say two stunned men that Siglos is an unsaveable fool.

"- That's such a proper plan, you're lying, aren't you? If they ask me why, to fool you guys and to broil out Lortolinze - but should I say? You guys were the type to do whatever it takes to get status, honor and money, right? Because I've been repressed for a long time and I've been the type to persuade you of inferiority, all of you. This guy was always chocolate. True. You said it was easy to fool."

Siglos scoffs at the way he said it was ridiculous and unpleasant.

"Later, Lortolinze, though. Because it's about him, I think he's definitely coming out. If there was a mass slaughter or something in my place."

The only concern in the freshman "Volkling Circus" was Lolitrinze Volkling, the only daughter of Odys.

She was a mentor to her father, Audis, in the ceremonial development, but was not a member of the cluster. He was, in a sense, the most handler-like handler, working in the near-field Dragon Forest as a solo explorer.

Shortly after Audis' death was discovered, she lost her way before the below Siglos cluster members struck any hand. Perhaps - no, definitely an act of perceiving that his father Audis was assassinated.

Siglos takes a dose of Sigalillo with a sobering grin sticking to his face. Puffy, and spit the purple smoke rings out of his mouth.

"We're definitely supposed to be in this city, judging by the information we've gathered. If you think you won't come out of all that noise locally, I have a transit log left at the airport. You're acting too fast, he. What the hell did you do that for?"

"-Ma, wait... wait!

One of my men blocks Siglos' mouth loudly and turns a blind eye. Blurring, he pointed to Siglos at his trembling fingertips, squeezing out a heavy voice.

"No way... I activated (Corps Recycling) in Risark, or I set my next goal here... Wasn't it just to find Miss Rose...!?

"Yeah, but?

Lightly Siglos affirmed.

To two of his men, who cease to believe the hard facts, Siglos says in a calm voice as if Xing had woken up as soon as possible.

"Have you finally noticed? The only thing I want is the" special SB "that he was developing. Other than that, I seriously don't care. That's why you were pawns."

"... then, if here... when there was no Miss Rosé in Float Rise...?

To the natural question, Siglos often contemplated the light blue gaze in an unsightly direction.

"... then - well, then, shall we go around breaking things until Lortolinze crawls out? Or should I blow around in the media somewhere saying, 'I'm the one who killed your father'? Whatever it is, I want him to come and kill me, and I want him there... Oh, well. Should I have done that from the beginning? What a waste of steps."

Siglos laughed bitterly in the way that he had come up with a proposal, so that he could not even notice such an easy thing.

"Well, okay. I enjoyed watching all of you dumb. Which defiant guys - oh, you mean the three of you? - got a little angry, but considering that was spicy. Yeah."

Put the cigarillo on the edge of your mouth, emptying your hands,

"- So it's time to end the farce? I mean, I'm tired of seeing your shitty faces."

Components with deep forest colors appear in the right palm. Chromium-green glow marks appeared on Sigloss's poorly blooded skin. Photon Blood rushes around and excites the "SEAL" that depicts the geometry.

――

Immediately perceiving what Siglos intended to do, the two men also moved aggressively. They're handlers again, too. In each hand, take out the components you own.

The man on the right has something blue and white he can collect at Lunatic Babel.

The man on the left gets the thin red one you can get in the Chiatic Cabin.

The voices of the three men overlapped at the same time.

"" "" [Recycling]!

Three colored icons can be played at the same time, and three components begin to embody.

However, there was a continuation of Siglos' activation audio.

Loosen up the purple smoke, he whines with pleasure.

"-" Mingle Fusion ""

The light blue eyes stained bright red at the time of the melting furnace.

"That's it," he said.

A light voice echoes in the void in a space where the smell of blood can stand.

Again, only one Siglos is breathing in this bar now.

He killed them all.

Are all the victims rolling with coloring blood, buried in walls, or just meat chunks that won't stick with pigs or cattle?

The store was no longer desolate without the shadows it once saw. Freshly made destruction marks account for more than 80% of the total.

As the smell of choking iron and heavy, sweet smoke filled him, Siglos was sitting back on the couch, luckily intact, sending a direct message from his own "SEAL" simultaneously.

Dragon Hole (Voltex) in the direction of this city - I sent instructions to the face of "Volkling Circus", which would be waiting on land with all the conditions to activate the "Corps Recycle".

The AR screen floating in his sight shows the start time of the operation. That indicated the daytime period that would be the most crowded.

Now more than a dozen Awatts later, a hell of a nasal cry similar to that of Rizalk will be evident on this floating island.

The fear of Audis Volkling was indeed right. The abused 'Copes Recycling' produces too many victims.

[That's why], Siglos killed him.

Yes. The more interesting it is, the easier it will be to scatter your life.

That's already as if ravaging the garden with military shoes.

Imagining such a not-too-distant future scene, Siglos broke his mouth.

No one, no one, he's useless. You just have to die. It's just in the way of being alive - Siglos thinks so from the bottom of his heart.

For example, if you're the Explorer guys that collect components, let's keep them alive for as long as they're useful to you. But those who disobey, those who are unpleasant, those who don't care, just keep dying.

Even Lortolinze does.

If you want to hand over the surgery ceremony to me personally, fine.

When you don't give it to me - I'll make sure you can see the father's face right away, who couldn't even attend the funeral.

What the hell would that little girl look like when she reunites with herself for that change of expression? What emotions will you show me?

Is it the rage of a burning flame? Is it grief like a shriveling flower? Or is it hatred like boiled poison?

Anyway, you won't be looking forward to that beautiful face being distorted.

Delayed by an abusive delusion, Siglos poured liquor into a glass newly removed from the shelf and poured it down his throat at once with the aroma of Cigarillo.

Thanks to cleaning up the depressing ones?

Very good throat.

The alcohol in my stomach tasted very sweet, as if I had licked the angel's tears directly.