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

Our joint exploration with BVJ (Bullish Violet Jokers) and Mr. Villey's Knights of Pale Red Flames Noble Prominence Nights went on day after day with increasing attention.

Per day, one room.

That's the goal we set this time.

As I knew from the first exploration, the former "Hierarchy Without Opening," the 111 Hierarchy room, the Gatekeeper class appears gobbled everywhere.

Usually even a gatekeeper fight in a security room that challenges to open up the upper floors is said to take place at a pace in some cases once a year.

Not to mention, normally, per room, the whole gatekeeper thing. The exception was about the Kiri hierarchy, in which case the three gatekeepers were the largest.

However, such precedents are of no use when it comes to this exploration.

Non-standard (irregular).

Representing this eleventh hierarchy in a nutshell would be such a word.

Well, it's natural that it's out of standard, out of common sense, out of scope, and out of scope.

Anyway, this hierarchy has specifications that you can't go anywhere without the Midgals Olm component I have.

This is the fact that immediately after the battle in the example virtual space, a party of "NPKs" led by Mr. Karel gently reconnoitred the 111 hierarchy that regained its original appearance.

Each entrance to and exit from the room, which has thirteen in this hierarchy, is rarely introduced by Lunatic Babel, at which point he said he was immediately stuck, just spitting out an error message no matter who tried it.

It was thought that only those who switched virtual spaces would be allowed in a personal authentication system, but the actual conditions were even more stringent.

As mentioned earlier, as a result of trial and error, it was apparently found that the authentication key was a component of the Dailong "Midgals Olm", which was the floor master of the virtual space.

This is the result of not only me, but also Hannu and Rosé trying to pass the components to verify.

In response to this development, Flim once referred to virtual space as a 'hidden stage' commented:

"I see. That's" Bonus Stage "next to" Hidden Stage, "of course! The fact that it's so tightly sealed means there's definitely a treasure to be had. Zach, Zach, Halt! Be considerate! Oh, the first time you find an artifact that looks like it could be used for weapon protection gear, you're a rat! Turn it to Atashi, right? Absolutely! Because this is absolute!

And how he claimed priority like a martial arts creator (crafter), which, of course, had been officially recognized by courtesy of Mr. Villey and the others.

In fact, this is how I fully explored it, and as Flim put it, this 111th tier was also a broken 'bonus stage'.

Overlooking from the top direction, the thirteen rooms are arranged in the form of depictions of the Six-Mountain Star. A powerful gatekeeper was placed in all of that, but so was the consideration.

For example, one of them is a mountain of ingots where Flim was ecstatic.

All the rare metals stacked up to be this or this, and there was that etherinium inside, or a mixture of other metals I'd never seen or heard of.

"What is this? What is this?!? Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! This is too bad for you, Hart!? Duh, what do we do!? Oh, I have to share it with my master, right?!? Yeah, but I want to try a lot, and I want to use it to strengthen raiders and saties. I mean, I can fix the problem with this or Ursulagna!? What am I supposed to do? Somebody tell me!?

It seemed so confusing to even me, an old relationship, that I was so disturbed by Flim.

I'm a gatekeeper, so I'm not sure about the details, but none of this seems to be as rare and useful metal as Aetherinium - raw materials from Mr. Villey's sword of love (Liverdeen) or Mr. Ashley's double-song knife (Sir Baylin) - and Flim was so excited that this would create something amazing that wouldn't even take a pull on ancient martial artefacts like Black Xuan or White Tiger (Enchanted Arms).

Whatever the winnings are, this is not all.

Other storage media that would contain valuable information.

Something like a weapon in a strange shape.

A mechanical tool that I'm not even sure how to use.

ornaments such as pendants and rings.

Mystical crystal balls.

Etosetra, Etosetra...

All of these were so precious that they were super valuable.

Generally, what explorers pursue is a dream of a grand grab.

In that sense, it would be no exaggeration to say that we have achieved our true meaning as explorers.

If you put any one of them up for auction, you'll probably just get the money to play and live your whole life with it.

That was all, the rarity of what we obtained in this' hierarchy without opening 'was high. All of them are rare items of coveted things if they are men of that muscle.

And in this joint exploration, all recovered artifacts are promised to be the property of our "BVJ".

However, as far as I'm concerned, I think it makes sense to break half with Mr. Villey and the "Knights of Pale Red Flames," and I repeatedly argued so.

'No, Mr. Rag. I told you, didn't I? You are a benefactor to my dear family for saving their lives. I don't owe you anything. I'll make sure you repay me here, perfectly and without skin. So all the effects of this exploration are yours.'

And Mr. Villey stubbornly rejected my suggestion, saying,

"I swear in the name of Miss Sword. Whatever comes out of it, all the artifacts you discover give way to you. Even if it was an artifact.... you know what this means, don't you?

Mr. Villey promised me until he put on the sword and gave an example of the artifact he pursued.

I don't know what's going on, but apparently Mr. Villey and Mr. Karel are collecting artifacts - which I was somehow guessing.

There is a legend that when you collect all twelve artifacts, you get a wish for anything.

It's easy to throw up something believable like that, but I already know that the artifact that I thought was ficial exists.

Since there are artifacts that I didn't think existed, the story that collecting twelve would make my wish come true may actually be true.

And Mr. Villey and Mr. Carrell have a wish to do so. Maybe, I'm sure.

However, I feel wild to hear it root digging leaves digging, and I haven't stepped too deep into it.

But this is quite a thing, because Mr. Villey, who seems to even want the superpower (Excel) Rosé has, assures me that even if the artifact is found in this first layer, it will definitely give way to it.

Ultimately, we'll talk about negotiating and wanting you to give up after everything, but that's all I'm prepared for on this matter, I guess.

That's why I'm no longer too privileged and scared, but all the results of this joint exploration were decided to be received by us, BVJ, and that was actually happening again.

mountains and a host of loaded artifacts per room. It will take time, effort, and money to see what each and every one of them is, but it is no longer an exaggeration to say that we are now number one, if we are only assets, than the top group.

Until a while ago, we couldn't even buy a router. It's like we're lying.

Even so, I feel like Flim is going to be wasting his dong on new development and technical research or something like that...

gossip.

We spent two weeks attacking the thirteen rooms dotted in the first layer, Bullish Violet Jokers and Villy and the Knights of Pale Red Flames.

But yes - there is a room in Lunatic Babel that exists in common in every hierarchy.

Security room.

Lifting shaft through the center of this orbital elevator.

Huge enough space reserved to be sure where we went from there to the north.

An important room protected by a gatekeeper for other hierarchies and equipped to unlock the upper level of security.

However, the lock of the first 112 layer, which is the upper layer here, has been unlocked in the 110th layer for some reason.

So where the hell can you unlock it in this first tier security room, which was originally a 'hierarchy without opening'?

That was the first thing that bothered me when I was supposed to explore this place, but again, technically, it was designed to unseal doors from not clearing all the other rooms, and we had no choice but to prioritize thirteen room attacks.

"A bonus stage after a hidden stage is such a thing. It's a lot, I'm trying to impress you. So there's definitely going to be treasure. I'd rather not have fun later." '

is Flim's talk. She was so surprised and delighted that her eyeballs popped up in a rare pile of ingots that she was in a certain room. I guess the expectations you put on the last security room are also higher.

So the foreground is long, but we're in front of that security room right now.

"... I didn't think so, but here we are again..."

The system was unsealed, and Mr. Karel sighs when he sees the door that opened with the Midgals Olm component I have as the key.

The first 111 hierarchy is anointed with lacquered black, as opposed to other hierarchies dyed pure white. The ceilings, walls and floors are all black.

In the meantime, a huge double-open slide door appeared in a space divided to the left and right - an orange glow.

The moment I see it, I recall a special security room in the Kili hierarchy. There it is, a blue-white translucent barrier that is easy to get into but impossible to get out of.

The colours are different, and the atmosphere is very similar.

At the same time, I am reminded of the yellow-green barrier that passed me when I fell into that virtual space.

Shortly after we walked through there, me and Flim swallowed up into a big hole with no bottom view.

"Is it just a barrier, or is it connected to another space as before... or something completely different? That's the problem."

Mr Villey, standing next to Mr Karel, told me to speak for the hearts and minds of everyone present here.

Yes, based on the precedent, it either becomes a 'bulkhead that won't open until the conditions are met once it's put in', as in a special security room, or it happens to be flown into virtual space.

But the color of the light is different this time. The former was blue and white, and the latter was yellow and green, but what is now in front of us is orange.

Rather, it is likely to be [something new].

Whatever it is, it's just that something that's not Rokuro will happen.

"What do you want to do? Theory Street, do you want to put the scouts in first?

"No, we're all going in."

When Mr. Karel made the Stone Street dedication, Mr. Villey dismissed it at short notice.

"Given the pattern so far, it's likely not going to be that easy to get out once you're inside. In this case, the gradual devotion of power is a foolish strategy. Needless to say, you do understand, don't you?

To Mr. Villey's harsh words, Mr. Karel nods small.

"Yes, but the danger of waiting inside is unknown. If you tell the entity, it will be the last two choices: Live or Die..."

Still in case, Mr. Carrell shook his head small to the side.

"That's why I don't have a hand in not getting in here. If you're going to come back here, it's called Explorer Disqualification. Just..."

Chira, and Mr. Villey's deep red gaze over his shoulder is at the rear of us. He is also a member of the staff of the "Broadcaster" who accompanies us today to capture distributed footage.

"You can't take them. It's too dangerous, and I'm not sure I can protect it from boulders. I mean, I hate it when my legs are pulled and my kids get hurt."

"Captain, to keep your voice down. I can hear you."

Mr. Villey's remarks make Mr. Carrell feel awkward.

Perhaps it hasn't reached the staff of the 'broadcaster' who is holding back the most, but conversely, it is the volume of sound we hear all around us. The 'NPK' members, especially Mr. Ashley, were smiling bitterly at each of them.

"Hmm, whatever comes out of it, it erases me with concubine surgery. If you're not sure, shrink in the back, you fox!

"Hanu, please calm down, Hanu..."

Hannu, who hears Mr. Villey's words, also roughly accuses him of snorting from behind the hood. I gently pulled the hand I was connecting to, and I couldn't help it.

It was the other day that I was remembered in my brain. The day after the case of the Great King of Terror (Megaserion), Hannu and Mr. Villey met face to face.

Hannu looks up at Chira, and Mr. Long Villy. No, no.

"-" Aeric. "WOW!?!?!?"

It was the most sudden attempt to activate a general-purpose attack technique, so I cling to Hannu in a madness of death to stop it.

"Hey Hanu!? Wait, wait, wait, wait!? What are you trying to do now? What were you trying to do now!?

In response to me questioning him with tears, Hannu, who was deeply hooded in his coat, missed his two-colored gaze, chipping and tongue-in-cheek.

"... just kidding. I thought I'd surprise you."

It was a lie. I was very joking. I was invisible. Those were the eyes that would have said the boot audio (call) if I hadn't stopped it. [M]

But Mr. Villey at heart, he looked at me and Hannu like that.

"Oh, good morning. Princess Xiaolong to you, Rag. You're close in the morning."

Hannu is also Hannu because he laughed and recieved the nickel, etc., but it is still something that Mr. Villey thought was Mr. Villey as well.

Since then, there hasn't been a frontal collision that would ruin everything because it just spills bumps and stupidity at a distance between hearing and not hearing. Of course, when it comes to what happened in front of the hospital and the leak of information, I guess because I have a proper official apology from Mr. Villey.

"Mr. Rag, we'll go inside first. I don't know if the comms will connect, but if they don't hear from me, will you guys come in in in ten seconds?

Mr. Villey looked back at us and started a specific meeting.

Well, I can tell you that up until today we had a smooth sail.

It was certainly difficult. The trials we had been waiting for in the thirteen rooms were so harsh as to remind us of that virtual space, where a large group of dragons would travel somewhere, and there were never many occasions when there would have been victims if we had made a mistake.

Still, our joint cluster of "BVJs" and "NPKs" have demonstrated such a sense of alliance that they can't think of an impromptu team that they have wiped out a swarm of stand-up gatekeepers.

It was a cluster like the Solo Explorer collection, because we were able to team play so well, and I was like, "Can we be more aggressive with this? 'I think,' but maybe that's a quick count.

I'm sure Mr. Karel's instructions are accurate, or just remarkable in the formations and formations he formulated beforehand.

In other words, it is reasonable to assume that everyone in "NPK" is just well suited to us.

Incidentally, there has been a leak of information about the fact that I was kissed by Mr. Villey, but I have received a formal apology from the two members of the group who called the killer - and would exaggerate about it - and they are not here on this occasion with voluntary caution. Perhaps I will no longer participate in this joint exploration.

That being the case, we basically did not disagree with Mr Villey or Mr Karel's proposal, nor did we have any reason to do so.

Therefore, this time I tried to snort at Mr. Villey's proposal, that was the time.

"Oh, that's it! Lady Sword's!" Brave man. "

Suddenly, a ragged dammy burst from behind.

――

In an instant, the air strains, and everyone on the spot looks back in a combat position.

Impossible with pop of SB. That was a human voice. But what would have been the owner of such a distinctive voice-?

At the end of our gaze we turned around is the staff of the 'Broadcaster', which we naturally but refrained from backwards. But that they were also looking back even further.

I guess the Lord of the Voice has poked around fine. In the next moment, the staff of the 'broadcaster' split left and right, clearing the way.

It was the person as imagined from his voice who would come stepping on the pitch-black floor with dokadoka.

In a nutshell, a man of despicable looks.

Brown dreadlocks, dark beard. The deep face of the moat, combined with the shallow, dark skin like sunburn, makes the glass look really bad.

"Come on, get out of the way, I'll kill you all the time, Cora!

No, he was actually a rough guy. With his shoulders angry and intimidating his surroundings, he walks between the 'broadcaster' staff, who give way at a distance to sah. Like a hungry wild dog.

Second, I recall Hanu's appearance in the "Great King of Terror" case the other day. That's how the hedge cracked up, too, he said.

But what is very different from Hannu is the number of people he is taking with him. Hanu had only Mr. Rosé, whereas behind him walking in a big attitude, what a hundred + associates.

"Sorry to interrupt, huh?" Lady Sword. "

The rough voice twitches without the dust. To see the mouth laughing at Niyaniya, it is clear that that is not even a social decree, a teasing complaint.

"Oh, you..."

Do you recognize the man's face, Mr. Villey blinked his deep red eyes slightly.

Large vertically and horizontally, muscular body. Armored battle coats everywhere are rubbed off and worn out at the hem. To see the sword in your hand and the shape of the sheath suspended on your hips, would you get two swings of marine knife (cutlass)?

To be clear, it was an indelible look to call a 'pirate'.

"Are you sure it was..." "Highway Man"? They're rooting around the Great Blue Gate, you know. "

When Mr. Villey put the noisy name on his tongue, the man nodded to Eagle Deep.

"Oh yes, you know all about it." Miss Sword's. I'll see you first. If you try me, I'll let you worship your face every night. No, well - it's another woman's body from the neck down! Ha ha! "

When I said that with a humble grin, the "chasing and stripping" companions holding back behind me laughed.

- Someone else from the neck down...? Oh, is that...!?

"- Wow... Come on Aku..."

Especially the women, starting with Flim, blatantly frown at the nasty jokes suggesting the so-called 'collage'. One, Hannu is the only one who doesn't know what it means and is Kyoton.

I'm glad Hanu didn't notice this nasty - while I search the brain database for a man's alias.

And to the knowledge that hit me, I fought unknowingly.

- That guy... he's a dangerous person on the "Explorer Hunt (Red Ram)" list...!

When a wave of laughter passed, the man called in the dishonorable name of "stripping (highwayman)" by Mr. Villey showed his teeth and began to talk in a good mood.

"I wouldn't normally call you anything else, but when I get out in front of something like you, I don't get greedy. So, I'm Howell, Howell Roberts. So, the people in the back are my men and the comrades who gathered for this shinogi. Say hello."

Pointing backwards with the hands of those who do not have a marine knife, the men who held back behind the man who named him Howell said, 'Yay!' He raised his voice cheerfully.

Again, that's an amazing number. I guess everyone is an explorer. He is dizzily armed and fills the pitch-black corridor.

Yes, more than a hundred men, even lightly, were completely blocking the passage. It's like turning our exit off.

No, you're not. Like, not. The men are undoubtedly sealing the escape. Because...

"... so? What the hell are you doing pushing me all the way here?

Close your deep red eyes and Mr. Villey asks in a chilling voice.

A sharp gaze turns to the rear of Howell - the tip of the weapon his men hold.

That was now being slammed down the throats of the staff at "The Broadcaster".

"Ahem? You don't see that, do you? If you knew my street name, you'd make a guess, right? Yeah," Miss Sword "?

"... Tombi is here to expose the fried oil, you mean?

Exhaling in a frivolous breath, Mr. Villey carelessly laid his hands on his hips. I'm in tune with her feelings.

Why are you doing this at this time?

Howell laughs luxuriously.

"Your answer. So you're here to give up your last prey. Yeah, sure, peacefully, huh?

"Peaceful, huh..."

Mr. Villey, no longer shuddered, drops the humidity of his voice all at once to Howell, who shuddered with his weapon pointing almost at the staff of his round hips.

Him - No, they are outlaws among outlaws called 'Explorer Hunt (Red Ram)'.

As its name suggests, 'Explorer Hunt' is not a popping SB (Security Bot) in the ruins, but raids for Explorer.

All in all, they are good at interpersonal combat, firstly after finishing the SB hunt and attacking the Explorer who recovered the components, disabling them. Then he takes hostages, tortures them, lets them use every method to give them components, and kills them when he's done for them - just like that, it's a horrible evil outrage to put it into words.

"Oh, yeah. You know where my street name comes from, don't you? I don't know what to say to myself, but neither is the more benevolent Hunt for Explorers than I am, okay?

With his arms wide open, Howell praises himself for painting.

Mr. Villey put his arms together, exhaled a thin breath, and then

"... right. You are famous for attacking Explorer and not taking your life unless you are. Upon receipt of the components collected from the attacked human being, after that, he walks away without doing anything, the stranger's" hunt for explorers ". Hence the nickname" highwayman. "There's no twist, but it's the way it's called."

It would be to inform everyone on this occasion. Mr. Villey spoke of Howell's qualities in a pale narrative tone.

Pattin, and Howell's grubby fingers sound.

"Ha ha! Exactly! So, hey?" Miss Sword's, let's go peacefully, shall we? I don't like fighting when I look like this. I don't particularly want to deal with apartments like you. If you're going to give this place up to me, I'm not going to let anybody in. What do you say? "

Huh - and I thought you heard the wind cut.

"- Hih!?

Someone from "The Broadcaster" who was right near Howell makes a short scream. A curved blade flashed down his throat.

"But on the contrary... if you say they're incompatible with each other, then bleeding is inevitable, isn't it? Yeah?"

"Hih, hih, hih...!

Worst of all, it was the great guy in that hat and sunglasses with his hands up and his throat against it.

blade at the chief officer of the 'broadcaster' who is on this occasion,

…………

Mr. Villey remained stiff in the face and returned his silence.

"Oh, no. It was joint exploration with the brave, wasn't it? If you can't make up your mind..."

Stinging and leaded eyes glanced at me.

――

At that moment, the unspeakable sensation ran up the spine and the current ran on the nod.

- Killing? No, it's not. This isn't that sharp, or sweet. This, this feeling...

It's as if, yes - "even the giants of the rocks are staring at me...?

"- You can consult with the brave man there and decide. You're connected by a router anyway, right? Give me some answers. Otherwise, look."

"Hih!?

"You could accidentally drive me crazy at hand, right?

Cook Cook, grinning with a push-kill voice, shakes the ship knife in his right hand loosely. They come and go, touching or not touching the throats of the great people in "The Broadcaster".

I have to say I'm only doing these things for a living, and I'm really used to the handiwork.

"-Rag, Princess Xiaolong, I'm sorry, but can I take care of this place?"

Quickly, Mr. Villey's thoughts via router echoed the local network. Me and Hannu accidentally look at Mr. Villey, but the others don't make it slight. And then I realize, Shit. If you turn your gaze this way, wouldn't Howell find out that you started the conversation?

It was Hannu, of course, who immediately disputed Mr. Villey's offer.

'What are you going to do? Now, let's not negotiate with that fool or anything like that.'

It is Hannu's character. Negotiations and other verbal preaching. Reward the fool, even if the blood be shed. I guess that's what you're trying to say.

Although.

"Oh, is Princess Xiaolong motivated? But you can't. The first priority is the release of the hostages. Until then, you can never get your hands on it. '

Mr. Villey relaxes, but resolutely, the bloody tongue of Hannu.

'So, but how in this situation...!?

I had an unexpected suspicion. Neither do I. Hannu, Mr. Rose, and Flim have never experienced a situation like this before. You can't possibly know what's best.

'Don't worry. I won't make it worse. Fortunately, you're unfortunate that the "chase and strip" was the target. There's a good chance we can keep the hostages safe. "

I assure you so, Mr. Villey's thoughts were full of certainty. I'm sure you have a great abdominal proposal, or confidence. Maybe I'm used to these things.

'... okay. I'll take care of it.'

'Well, if you admit that Lato is good, I can't help it. Then I'll show you what I can accomplish with my masterpiece. "

When I snorted small, Hannu agreed with me because of the feeling of disapproval.

"Thank you. Then I'll let you do it with my flush."

Kusu, and drifting signs of a smile within the local net, Ms. Villey pointed her razor-like gaze at Howell.

"- Okay. This place gives way to you. Is that all right with you?

Howell laughed, telling her in a plastered, hard voice, to do.

"Oh, thank you." Lady Sword's, "The Brave!" You saved my ass with those soft heads while we talked fast. Oh, yeah, that's fine. If you're just gonna give us the best part, we're gonna be happy with that. "

Ha-ha-ha, Mr. Villey asks sharply to Howell, who laughs satisfactorily.

"Let me just ask you one thing. Why did you come out at this time now? Nothing. I don't think it's too late for you guys to turn up after we collect the artifacts over here."

You're right, I snort inside.

It is too early for them to come out to embezzle the fruits of our exploration.

'Explorer hunting' like Howell is not [before] Explore, but always [after]. This is an absolute law because of the nature of the business.

Without labor, and without risking it, you take away the fruits of exploration - because that's what the 'hunt for explorers' is all about.

So what they should come out of is that moment, when we got inside that orange barrier and brought back the treasure that would be hidden there.

Even so, Howell and the others showed up just before we broke into the barrier.

Now, if there were a mighty enemy in the barrier, wouldn't they have to confront it?

What does this mean?

"Oh? Oh, my God. You've decided."

Mr. Villey's question, Howell laughed with his nose.

"Treasures aren't the only ones we've come to plunder today. Here, this Lunatic Babel's" Hierarchy Without Opening, "[Pioneer of the Secret Border], is here to claim glory! If you guys go there, it's really just a strip. Hmm? What do you think I brought such a large number of people here for? Ya cancer?

Heh, Howell showing her lips crooked like she made a fool of herself.

Every time he makes a humble statement, the mental temperatures on this side go down. Of course the Knights of Pale Red Flames members, starting with Mr. Villey, have thicker, more frozen cold air seeping out of Hannu and Flim's entire body among us. Although Mr. Rosé is absolutely zero degrees from the start.

"Wow, I heard about the level of treasure you guys are getting, and I even came to this flying island that I've been caring for for for so many years, called a loose spot, huh? I told you not to interrupt at this time, if you suck, you guys would take it all. Can it be such a waste? Hey, Temehe and the others?

When Howell stirs up the men behind him, everyone cheers, as I said. The dust is not bad, it's like a festival or something. So far, I've never seen a group that deserves the name Desolate. [M]

I see. That's what I'm talking about.

For one thing, I'm convinced, Mr. Villey nods. However,

"I'll just say one thing. There's no" honor "for you guys just how you scratched it. You guys just scratch what's in here from the side. No one will respect you as courageous warriors or worship you as heroes. Just remember that."

I gently laughed at Mr. Villey's words, which were quiet but seemed to slap him, but Howell again, like feathers or something, ha-ha.

"That's about all I know. What we want is not a Gotegote medal decorated with such beauty."

Dami's voice, which burned so badly that she wondered if her throat had been seared by fire, increased her awesomeness.

Howell rocks the blush dreadlocks, slightly lowers his face, and looks to Mr. Villey at the top. And

"There's one honor I want." Lady Sword's, "Brave's," "I did it out of Temehe et al." - Merit only!

……

My head turned white only for a moment to an idea I never dreamed of.

I never thought such a perspective existed.

That's what Howell said.

Not doing great things, not grabbing glory.

There are [honors] to be gained by denigrating people who have already been brave -.

…………

Mr. Villey's eyes, which were even thinly flattered, finally lay down as if he had given up.

"Fine. Go on, but leave the hostages there intact. Then I'll shut up and miss this one."

The clerical tone of it showed decisive traction.

If you don't back down any more, and you mean pull back, then the negotiations break down - that was the proclamation in that sense.

Even so,

What if I say, "Hey, I don't like it," Miss Sword? I'd like to take one of them with insurance, wouldn't I?

Howell mixed it back with a ragged voice.

At that moment, Kah, and Mr. Villey's eyes were opened, and the swordsmanship to awesomeness was released.

The invisible pressure swoops in all directions, becoming an invisible hand and tangling the limbs of everyone on the spot.

――

The delivery, which was chattering behind Howell, silenced at the same time as if it had strangled his throat.

"I'll tell you what, it's better for you not to lick me. Besides, I hate weak things. I hate figs and unintentional blows, so I'll warn you first. Try to hurt the hostages at all. From that moment on, you will be [my enemy]. As a sword lady, I will not tolerate anyone who has become an enemy. Okay? If anyone wants to wear one scratch, everything will be broken from that moment on. Remember that in your liver."

Mr. Villey's voice echoes well in the tranquil air, even though it doesn't mean he's caging his spirits like Hanu.

It was like a cold, harsh voice when the blade came out.

Was it my illusion that Mr. Villey's deep-red eyes seemed glowing at this time?

"I won't tell you twice. If you understand, lower your weapon and go away. Otherwise..."

The threatening complaint that the ice cubes rubbed against each other sounded terribly cold, back-to-back with the content.

"- Everybody, [I'll burn you alive]"

Suddenly, I was so frightened that I wondered if I had been stabbed in the ice column by my spinal cord.

"- Huh...!

I wasn't told to turn to me, but I couldn't stop running all over my body.

It was a real voice.

There was nothing I could do, it was a serious voice.

I'm sure. Mr. Villey really does. If Howell ignores the warning and takes one person or even a drop of blood, Mr. Villey relentlessly [burns them all alive].

It was so full of temper that its will was passed on to the vile and skin.

…………

I guess I got barometric pressure from the boulder. Soon Howell's expression was back to vegan.

Shin, and as he quieted back, Mr. Villey accidentally changed his expression.

He smiled and smiled like a goddess.

"Come on, if you understand, don't hesitate to go through. Of course I won't imitate my chivalry, and I won't let anyone do it."

No one could keep up with the kind of gap that Reaper turned into an angel.

A few seconds of silence.

After putting such a dumb time away, Howell finally got me back.

Eyebrow root, as I recall, and make it look invincible with an invincible grin, as now.

"... Ha, I can't help but be told that much. Besides, you're more comfortable making me promise you chivalry than taking hostages." Miss Sword's. "

Somehow he fixes the spot and Howell flies the instructions to the men behind him.

"Hey, you're right to ask. Don't hurt any hostages. If you hit them badly, they will all be burned with the proud pale flame of the" sword lady ". Be careful!"

Even I, an ally, can see that Mr. Villey's proclamation is not haphazard. Not even, they're in a hostile relationship as a schematic. Mr. Villey's [serious] feelings would be incomparable.

…………

Silence. In a move like a child scolded by his parents, the outlaws lower the weapon they were poking at the staff of the 'broadcaster'. There was a slightly bewildered, bumpy air between them.

"Oh, come on."

Howell walked out when he made sure the man under his command pulled the weapon. As can be imagined from a muscular, heavy body, the bottom of a pair of boots makes a painful footsteps.

Until just now, the cheerful atmosphere disappears completely, and in such a way that Mr. Villey exposes him to cold water, the group of distributors follows him to his back.

When Howell walked right through my side, releasing his presence as an elephant.

"- Whoa," of the brave. "

Once I stopped, what a face I've been talking to this one.

"... Huh!?

Unexpectedly said, "Ha, ha!?," he replies and somehow endures remembering that he is not such an opponent.

The sight of a man who looks like a pirate towards me is still heterogeneous. My chest is oppressed for some reason, even though there is no offensive will on board. It's as if, yes - I'm staring into the eyes of a giant whale... I feel so out of place.

"- No, nothing. You're interrupting," brave man. "Precisely, resent us as undeliverable."

Howell walked out again, thinking he was looking at me with a gesture, saying something, but stopping it on the brink, telling me that there was no benefit.

……

I was about to say something - that's for sure. There was a strange time, and there seemed to be a mixture of things far from hostility in sight.

- What were you trying to say...?

I have no idea, I have no idea. I've heard the name before, but it's my first meeting with him, and that would be the same there. It is obvious that he is not interested in me, because it is troublesome to even remember or call me the name "brave Beowulf".

"- That's why I'm going! I don't mind if I go home, but because of this, I'd be glad to shoot and deliver where I'm back! Ha ha!"

Standing in front of the orange barrier, Howell said so with a deafening loud voice, he took more than a hundred molecules and went in lightly.

When a group of 'explorer hunters' disappear across the Zorozolo and Barrier, silence returns as soon as possible.

- What are you gonna do, Villy?

After counting exactly five seconds, it was Hanu who opened his mouth in communication.

Turn your harsh gaze from inside the hood to Mr. Villey, depending on what you do.

"Alright, I guess I'm not going to let you keep congratulating me and the thoughts of those fools"

Mr. Villey answers Hannu, who proclaims why he didn't kill him right away, without putting his hair in.

"That can't be happening, never."

First, affirm the denial, then Mr. Villey explains.

- But this is a simple story, Princess Xiaolong.

Why did you give them the way, and why?

'You were just fine. I can't believe the ducks are carrying leeks. What's going on inside this barrier is unknown. [Scout] showed up at a great time, so I don't have a hand in not using this. Let those strippers take care of it first, and we'll see how it goes here. Then we go inside, but it shouldn't be too late.'

The reason I cleared the way without fighting was not a heartwarming one, such as for the safety of hostages, but a cold one in addition to my thoughts.

'If there's no sign of them coming back after a while, I'll go in with maximum vigilance. The fact that all those people can't survive is quite enough. You should have maxed your defense from the beginning. "

"Well, that's an indicator of what an elephant like that can be. Doesn't it wipe out the little things? '

"Alas, the people I'm taking with me are pretty good at what they say about that" highway man. "Yeah, I see it. He said he was formerly part of the top group, so that's not what he threw away his skill as an explorer. Well, it's possible you're turning to the easier one and getting dull. '

When I hear that, I see, I'm convinced.

Certainly Howell's wrapped aura or atmosphere was not in line. I feel like I've been saving money on something as powerful as it is on Mr. Villey and Mr. Karel.

Besides, if you think about it, 'Explorer Hunt' specializes in attacking explorers. In other words, it's a business that needs to be stronger than a coarse explorer.

That means you can see that that population of more than 100 people has more strength than a concurrent cluster.

'Then on the contrary, what are you going to do when they come back? I'm not obsessed with what would be in this, but I don't mind being able to put a cross spear in it like that. Or you, and no matter what the outcome, there's no harm in it.'

'Don't do any more. I'll have to be angry with you no matter how much, Princess Dragon.'

Mr. Villey quickly blocked Hannu's notion that he was about to say something evil.

"We are proud to bring this joint exploration to a successful conclusion. What you have done to this day is as you have seen it with your eyes, Princess Xiaolong. I know exactly how angry you are with my indolent attitude, so don't even question our beliefs. Please. '

Mr. Villey's precautions had a real sound caged in them. Now, he seemed to warn me not to step in any further.

'... then I'll do something. When they came back,

As Hannu, distracted or perhaps put up with the objection, asked again, Mr. Villey nodded, trying to pull his jaw.

'Of course it's a slaughter. I'm not going home alive. Of course, right?'

Shit, words like liver shrinks.

- Mi, kill (all of them)......!?

I accidentally doubted my ears on words that were too disturbing.

Although.

"They are the ones who broke the code that should not be broken as explorers." Even Howell can't say he hasn't got it on his own. Everyone is definitely Explorer Killer. There's no reason to miss it here. "

Mr. Villey's face must have been exactly the same as it used to be when he gave a kiss to a former man named the late Dyne Samsolo.

The holder of the Sword of the Kingdom of Dairies is also known as the Sword of Justice. Turning your back in front of evil is not in Miss Sword's dictionary - I guess that's what I mean.

'Don't get me wrong, Princess Xiaolong. I didn't [avoid the fight out of fear]. It's just that securing the hostages was the top priority. I'll have "Broadcaster" back by now and intercept them in full swing. Of course, if they survive safely,'

'... well, I hope so. Let me take a look at the decoration. "

Was Hanu the boulder convinced of Mr. Villey's policy, which was unexpectedly harsh, too, and for her it was a great spear.

I was too surprised to say, but when I looked at it, Mr. Carrell and Mr. Ashley were nodding about it like, "I wonder, our captain," so I guess this is Mr. Villey's default. Maybe.

Remove the gaze Mr. Villey had with Hannu and look in turn at the faces of the 'NPK' members. Then a temperamental flesh voice was emitted.

"Come on, everyone, get into combat! I'll smash that nose when they get back!

'- Ha!!

Zach, "The Knights of Pale Red Flame" makes a noise and takes a salute attitude at the same time with an undisturbed motion.

The figure whilst still seemed like the sight of the blue sea twirling and waving.

As a result of a short meeting, Mr. Zelda, a fast-paced man, was to take the people of "The Broadcaster" outside Lunatic Babel as escorts and drop-offs.

In the meantime, both we and NPK moved completely into a combat posture, completing the formations that would be ideal for interpersonal combat.

All we have to do is raid where the Howells have returned through the orange barrier without question.

There is no need for forgiveness or reproach.

Anything that kills an innocent person must still be brought to justice for his sins by death.

Think of the guy you're going to fight as a gatekeeper - that's what Mr. Karel told me.

My role is to activate the support technique at the moment Howell and the others return.

Increase the abilities of all your peers with full enhancement and take away the vision of 'Explorer Hunt' with the Hyde Smoke Screen.

Later, as Mr. Carrell said, it's exactly the same time you deal with a gatekeeper. Overlooking the whole thing, give me the assistive technique I need wherever I need it. That is my role. [M]

…………

If you say you're not nervous, it's a bright red lie.

It's not like I'm new to interpersonal combat. Once upon a time, I fought a life-threatening battle against Siglos and more recently Romnick.

But yes - those were only 'one-on-one' fights.

This is how the battle of "many versus many" can be the first.

That's true, I've been dealing with a bunch of SBs many times...... it would be separate to the boulder from me and me. In terms of SBs moving according to the embedded algorithm and humans fighting constantly updating their information with a CPU called their own brain, the degree of threat is different because of its dimension.

And most importantly - I have [no experience in murder].

It may sound noisy to say this again, but how weak I am and how much I remember to kill.

In fact, when I dealt with Siglos, I thought 'I'll kill you' from the bottom of my mind, and even when I was Romnick, I didn't hesitate or get lost sticking out my sword.

But in the end, I couldn't stab either one of them.

Siglos tried to kill him for real, scraped off all the components in his body with a duplicate (drill break), but after all, he didn't get to the point where he took that life.

When I was Romnick, I repeatedly beat and kicked him in "Absolute Square" to the good that he had a lot of "Substitution Protection," but eventually I hesitated to stop breathing, and I stopped my hand right in front of the critical.

I mean, what are you trying to say - I don't have any experience of killing people.

But in the battle that will begin, there will undoubtedly be human death. Lots of that too. At least Mr. Villey was informed that he was going to kill all his enemies.

In this battle, I will probably hardly lay my hands on it directly. As has always been the case in previous room fights, this time we will also be in the rear to join the fight as enhancers to support everyone.

Much less than the victims of one day's 'Volkling Circus case', but still more than a hundred lives will be scattered.

This is a big contradiction.

Someone dies in front of me - I don't want to see that sight, I'm determined to be a little stronger, and I should have tried.

But I'm trying to kill a lot of people right now, even the bad guys.

――

Honestly, I haven't been able to keep up with my mind.

Never touched a person's death, I'm not saying. Explorer is a dangerous business. Explorer's obituaries flow like every day if you peek online, and a famous person suddenly dies one day, for God's sake. In fact, I still vividly remember the sight of 'Supernova' being slaughtered by Hercules, led by Dyne in front of me.

It's weirder to keep this to work and now say what a killer is - such an honest theory comes to mind.

So it's just a matter of mood - I guess. Maybe, I'm sure.

There was a strong outrage at Signos and Romnics. There was fierce hostility. So I never got attached to their lives.

But I have no great ill feelings for the people who are going to kill me.

If you believe what Mr. Villey says, they are still murderers, robbers, and evil, I guess. I know that.

On the head.

Only my heart isn't convinced.

Is this okay? -.

As Mr. Villey puts it, they lend a hand in the annihilation of The Explorer Hunt (Red Lamb) - I'm sure that's the right thing to do, not wrong, and wonderful.

Do what's good for the world, exorcise the bad guys who annoy someone.

If we miss them here, someone could be stripped of the components again and killed.

Given the sacrifices in the future, it is in everyone's interest to defeat them within the present.

Therefore, I do not believe that Mr. Villey is wrong, or rather even overwhelmingly correct.

But if so, what the hell is this stray of mine?

I don't know.

- What do we do... I don't know if I can fight like this...

I feel like I've stepped into a labyrinth with no exit.

If you look around you, everyone is in a state of agitation. Both Mr. Rose and Flim have a serious eye toward the orange barrier with their weapons on the position of the assault. Even Hanu in the rear must be waiting now or now for the moment when Howell and the others will come out exalting their will.

I'm probably the only one lost this way.

I felt sorry for myself again, embarrassed, and neglected to grow forever.

"... ha..."

One sigh to exhale the heavy mood in your body.

- No, no, no! I'm the cluster leader! Everyone's ready now. Even I need to be prepared as a single explorer...!

Shake your head with a boom and kick the clutter out of your head. Once I took a big, deep breath, I, uh, put my temper in the bottom of my stomach.

"- Okay...!

Come anytime! and pointing the nerves, will visit nearby "waiting for the moment".

But.

- Let's conclude.

Whether we waited five minutes, enough, and fifteen minutes, Howell and the others did not return.

In the end, wait, wait, wait. There was no sign that Howell and his group of Explorer Hunters were coming back, so we hit our next hand.

Enter the barrier with the utmost vigilance.

Especially with maximum defense. Wherever possible, lay the support formula on top of each other to prepare for surprises.

Howell, who said Mr. Villey was "quite a man of strength," did not return all of them, including his men. I don't know what's waiting for me inside, but I'm pretty sure there's just something pretty bad coming out.

The joint cluster of BVJ and Noble Prominence Nights, the Knights of Pale Red Flames, entered the orange barrier after confirming that Mr. Zelda, who eventually sent the Broadcaster to the city, would rendezvous.

The local network formed by the router was naturally blocked with the barrier at its borders.

Therefore, when we broke into the special security room later, we never knew what was going on inside until we actually stepped in.

――

Through the feeling of breaking through a thin spider's nest, it was - white - that was ahead of me when I stepped in.

It was a bright white space, like betraying the ever pitch-black.

"Ko, is this...?

My eyes tickle at the sudden change from black to white. Vision is blocked only for a moment by the rapidly increasing amount of light, but it was complemented by visual information from the Eagle Eye, which is already activated and scattered around it.

Quickly make sure there is no danger around.

"What...? It's freakishly sparkling..."

"Subtly different shades than within the usual Lunatic Babel, right...?

"Hey, here, rather than white... pearls?

When Hannu comes into the security room from behind me, she mutters, and on the contrary, Rosé and Flim, who were ahead of me, agree, tilting their necks.

Pearl, the word Flim uttered came really tight.

Yes, the white one is white, but on the whole the membrane looks clear like oil shaking into the rainbow.

These indoor walls and floors were pearl white, not pure white. Reasonably, it hurts my eyes.

"- And more importantly, Mr. and Mrs. Villey, are...?

Late, I realize I don't make any noise. If there are enemies here, it's not strange to hear battle noises all the time.

But silent.

I didn't make a single noise, it was so quiet that I got anxious,

"- Wait, wait... hey, why isn't anybody here...?

By the time the squeaky flim whine reached my ear, my eyes were finally used to changing shades, and my normal vision had returned.

And I saw it.

Flim's right, no one, a whole lot of space.

"………………………………?

Cancer, in a large, pearlescent room, there was nothing.

There was no one there.

Howell and the others who entered more than fifteen minutes ago, The Hunt for Explorers, too.

Villy and the others, the Knights of Pale Red Flames, came in only ten seconds earlier than we did.

No one left a shadow or a shape.

"... what do you mean...?

From behind, the alarming Hannu voice.

"Gentlemen, pay attention to all directions. There must be something."

A pale, but quick-mouthed, Mr. Rosé sounds the alarm.

The four of us left came together naturally to keep each other's backs.

"Hart, what about the Eagle Eye you were wearing on Mr. Villey and the others?

"Of, I'm left, I'm left!? But..."

Upon entering this room, the three Eagle Eyes, whose sessions were out, were swirling around the center of the Pearl Room. But there's nothing in the overlooking visual information coming from over there, after all.

"- No, I can't... I can't find anybody anywhere..."

"Is that the guy who can't keep video records or anything?

"Ugh, yeah, when the connection is connected, you can record it to" SEAL "over here, but while the communication session was off..."

"I don't know, so..."

I feel just a little guilty, albeit force majeure, about the sighing flim voice.

It was far-fetched. I was an enhancer. I needed this joint cluster. I should have taken precautions in anticipation of these things because I am the enhancer's self.

There was no matter how much it was done. If it was a physical line using a cable, it might not have cut off communication with Mr. Villey and the others either. Or, no matter how much Mr. Villey turned me down, I was the only one who had to go in with "NPK".

Here's the result of the strange care. I can't even see it.

"-...!

I feel bitter in my mouth and I distort my mouth.

But now, anyway, it's about us. I'm also concerned about the whereabouts of Mr. Villey and the others, but we can't just step this way and match Hannu, Mr. Rose and Flim to similar eyes.

I summon three more Eagle Eyes in addition to the three that were on Mr. Villey and the three that were on us. A deep-purple bird flew around, securing a 360-degree blind spotless field of view.

- Come on, come from anywhere... everyone, I'll definitely try to protect you...!

It was when I pointed all my nerves and decided to be ready.

"Oh, you're finally here. I've been waiting for you, My Master."

――

A shock-like tension runs into a strange voice that echoed the wide pearl space.

The source of the sound cannot be identified. So swing your eyes and the field of view of the Nine Bodies "Eagle Eyes" to find the audio source.

There he is.

That too, in a hell of a place.

"I'm a little tired of waiting - how tough is that to say? Well, I haven't waited an hour, so it wasn't a big wait."

It is a ceiling.

Around the center of the room - yes, where "Eagle Eye" was swirling on Mr. Villey - overhead, from the pearl-colored ceiling, something like a leg was growing.

No, no, it's not growing.

It's slipping through.

It's like stereoscopic footage. It slowly, slowly comes down. From your toes, your knees, your hips.

"But you're mean, too. I can't believe it's the last time you come in. Is your next husband a prudent man? No, that's not bad either. It's wonderful not to be a pigsty idiot."

His upper body appeared, eventually even to the heavenly side of his head.

I look up at him and open my mouth like a jerk. [M]

It appeared like a ghost from the ceiling brilliantly in pearl colour - no matter how you look at it, it was a boy our age.

It also seems to have the word "beautiful" on it.

――

Wow angels or demons - I thought monsters like gatekeepers were coming out, and that's how he looked in my eyes.

Thin, supple limbs wrapped in tight black clothes. The outfit with the full body line is pretty sexy from me being the same sex. Wrists, ankles and neck to top, not covered in clothes, with clear, white skin.

And most notably, bright red hair like burning flames.

Would this be the case if I threaded and put the red gems together? It's like Hannu's hair. It's sparkling and so beautiful.

…………

I'm not the only one who's falling in love like this. Hannu, Mr. Rose, and Flim watched him without saying anything.

In the space surrounded by pearlescent colors, the figure looked crisp and tight by the black worn, floating badly. No, I'm actually floating fluffy, slowly descending.

Cut, make a noise and the boy lands on the floor. It doesn't look good - I'd rather look good than say, but for some reason the shoes were high heels for women.

If you realize that, the length of your hair will reach your shoulders or not.

I always thought it was a boy with the impression of seeing it, but maybe it's not. But definitely a girl, I don't see any part of it that I can assure you, and I have trouble judging.

"Oh, what are you looking so funny about? Look at my face so much. Is there something on this face?

Him - her? - said, cuz, laughing and whispering.

The tone is masculine, but the voice is neutral and subtle. Men or women, they may or may not be convinced.

Funny thing is, this person, who can't be him or her, was staring straight at me for some reason.

From now on, the synonyms "My Master" and "You" have definitely been directed at me.

The light brewed tea color, the color eyes that can only be described as, as if there were no Hannu, Mr. Rose, or Flim, and I was the only one present on this scene, I looked at this one.

"- You don't answer anything, do you? Is it possible you're on guard? Or are you surprised? Well, either way. I'll start by saying what I have to say."

When she shuddered refreshingly, the red-haired figure bobbed and scraped with grace - her right hand against her belly, her left arm spread aside, and her right leg bowed back.

Keep your head down, stare this way at the top of your head, meditate on one eye, tea full of glamour...

"From this moment on, I am your loyal servant. Best regards, My Master"

Yes, I proclaimed happily from the bottom of my heart.