Struggling Hard As The Lord Of A Castle In A Different World

Time has Freia sanitized the filth in the underground waterway, winding back just a short while ago.

When the six of us split into the mirror, my vision blurred like a wave for a moment, but I quickly reverted back to normal.

It seems that when I opened my eyes, my place moved to the front of the unfamiliar room, and the formerly huge iron door occupies my sight.

He was supposed to have gone into the same mirror, but there was no Orion next door, and apparently he was in a different position to be flown.

"Meet him first. Or should I meet the keeper first?"

There is probably a watchman waiting inside the iron door of this sight.

I was wondering what Nahal was talking about.

Just a little, just a peek. With that in mind, when I opened the door and went inside, it was the golden glow, not the watchman, that greeted me unexpectedly.

There were golden and silver gems scattered around the room, and the room that was thought to be the keeper's room was apparently a treasure trove.

"Oh, wow! With gold or gold!

Forgot me for a moment and tried to dive into the sea of gold, but I get jarring footsteps from behind.

I thought it was Orion, but you don't have to look. His footsteps are quieter, and this obviously sounded deliberately to make me realize.

I didn't get into Orion's mirror, so I don't know if there's going to be anything that's going to be his natural enemy, or my natural enemy that went in with him.

Possibly Orion's natural enemies seem higher, but he won't be a half-breed opponent either way.

There's no way he's a fearful enemy, and if he's my fearful enemy, it's not weird that there's a mightier dragon or something like a demon out there.

But with my absolute mission to return alive, I show myself in the face of any difficult enemy.

I'll clean up the keeper instead of Orion.

When I never looked back at that thought, there was a beastly girl with big tits there.

"Damn, I lost."

I fell on my knees with my chest open.

I didn't expect anything unbeatable to come in that direction.

Perhaps an Anubis of the same species as Seto, a brown woman with black lustrous hair stretches a triangular dog ear over her head and sees a dog-like blocked tail from between her crotches.

It's not like Seto to be a complete beast man, but close to humans except for ears and tails that are similar and characteristic to Nahal.

Big crucifix accesses shake in his ears, hipsters and stringy golden swimsuits with no area to hide anything support his chest that seems heavy when he says it's already the limit.

And the woman stood in a model pose to show off its busty breasts.

"I have to go check this out very close."

Driven by such a sense of purpose, I approach women.

If she was the same cleric as Seto, the possibility that a spell was being cast was well thought out. But I know that. I know, but something's poking me.

The beautiful dog-eared woman has a luscious grin and seduces this one with her sliced long eyes.

Oh, it's great. I can't believe I'm surrounded by treasures and with beautiful women.

Women don't break their grin when this one approaches close range, and nothing is done.

I peek into her chest with a sketchy heart and I find something like a piece of glowing puzzle.

Could this be the piece of victory?

Then I have to touch this chest and take the pieces out. I'm sorry to hear that, but I'll touch her chest and pick up the pieces for everyone's victory.

Be spoiled by the curse and stigma that you are exposed to.

So determined, he slowly reaches for his chest as he asks about the woman's complexion.

"Oh, my hand slipped (stick)"

I laid my hands on a woman's big double hill in a case that no matter what anyone saw, could only be described as an accident.

A soft feeling is conveyed to the hand. Excellent. I don't know if this keeper is a phantom or an entity, but it's important that I'm feeling the softness of my tits in this hand right now.

"Maybe... I wonder if this means he's alive"

If so, this trial, it's deep...

When I felt that my head was boiling like that smudged, I suddenly heard a "zaku" sound and some red liquid splashed up and I raised my face.

Seeing, the sword is stretched out of the woman's neck. The watchman with the dog ear was stabbed with a sword from behind by someone.

The watchman threw up a lot of blood and fell without being able to groan.

"No, no, no, no!

Bloodbathed in return, I scream like a maiden at that overly splattery sight.

The woman, who seemed to be a tester, disappeared by turning her figure into a particle of light by a mysterious intruder.

Luckily in misfortune, she seems to be a phantom created by trials, not entities.

I fall back with a glowing piece left in my hand.

"That's unexpectedly early. Messengers of Pharaoh."

As the man who stabbed the watchman with a low voice slowly moves forward from the shadows, he smiles niggly at this one.

What is the name of a man who can be called the palm of an apopis with a musculoskeletal giant body on his gripping face and a red shoulder?

"Muhan. I'm guessing you're not saying my strongest wall."

"My name is Apopsis.... this man has already lost consciousness"

Muhan's eyes crack red and vertical, and his reptile eyes look at him. Tyroli and his long tongue peek for a moment, completely in a state one step ahead of Snake Man.

Apparently, the guy dropped to become a puppet (Radiocon) controlled by Apopis.

"... I've come to the last level, so you're here to put your hands down."

"Dear Left, if you die, the trial will end in failure."

"Didn't you miss seeing where everyone broke up? Still rubbing him."

I pull out the black iron and put it in what was Muhan.

"Your opponent is not me."

When Apopis does something, a black and disastrous magic formation emerges at his feet, from which a warrior in armor appears.

Armor, as if it had been made wild for hundreds of years, is dirty and worn out by rust and sand, but vice versa, its degraded arsenal adds to the intimidation.

The weapon the warrior held in both hands was Shortel, similarly worn out and arcing like a half moon.

With all that terrible gear, weakness doesn't even feel fine dust. There's a black aura that looks like a curse from all over my body, and I can't stop sweating cold because of the horror of that specialty.

A warrior stepped forward. At that moment, my heart beats a strong beat with dokun, and my vision is much safer.

By then the pressure released by the warrior is strong, and when you are looking straight at it, you are going to be attacked by strong nausea, and you are going to take your strength just because you are confronted.

"Shit, strong"

This guy is not just a warrior. Probably like the Necromancer Warrior (Cursed Warrior), summoned by Apopis.

Every time he takes a step, there's a creepy black smoke coming up from his feet. That is probably the soul of the dead. A weak soul swirls at the feet of a warrior to be attracted to a strong soul.

By analogy, he suffers countless deaths. A monster called Death, like thousands of deaths and curses could have been condensed.

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The Necromancer Warrior raises his deafening cursely ambition. At that moment, the stone floor smashed around him.

"Not good! Sword God solved -"

The moment I tried to pierce the king's pawn onto his smartphone, the Necromancer warrior crossed Shortel and stormed with tremendous momentum.

Rushly received with black iron, but unable to kill momentum, he clashes against the treasure trove wall.

"Crap."

He was hit hard on his back and had zero blood coming out of his mouth.

Shit, it looked like nothing for too long.

All I know is that if I hadn't received it with black iron, my neck would have been easily skipped.

The assault sword released shortly after blinking took away all my grip with just one blow.

"Too heavy! If you don't let go of the Sword God, it's not even a battle!

I'm looking for the king's pawn I dropped, but I can't find it. The opponent can't have missed that gap, and the Necromancer strikes again with a metal noise and makes Shortel cross and storm.

"Not good!"

Too sharp and heavy an assault, this time unacceptable, my body was blown to the hollow.

He was slammed straight onto the stone floor and groaned small so that the air that had accumulated in his lungs leaked out.

I feel like I'm going to faint at too much misdigit strength.

"I can't be strong..."

A Necromancer stood before me with a history of power differences.

It won't even be a battle. When I look up at the warrior because I'm on the ground, black smoke leaks from his rusty full-face helmet, and the cloudy sun-like red light shines behind him.

I don't like it when I anticipate my own dismal future, whether it ends with my neck being slashed off like this. Doesn't this make about the difference between adults and children, no, God and people?

I thought Shortel would be swinging down soon, but there's never been a sword coming down.

Why? I thought, checking him again, the Necromancer warrior is on his knees and groaning bitterly.

"Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

Suddenly, from the back of a Necromancer warrior, creepy chunks like black bubbles swell up and down repeatedly.

"What the..."

It was as if the curse inside me was uncontrollable and I was trying to force myself out.

"Damn, I'm not kidding. Can such a sneaky, godlike guy do it properly?"

Attitude to the gap where he's confused.

The moment I thought so, the Necromancer warrior brought the black bubble (curse) back into his body and rushed off as quickly as a beast. I don't have time for this one to guard. I can grab my chest up and slap it against the wall.

"Crap."

The stone wall collapses like a toy, and a hard piece of stone falls apart over my head.

He tries to unleash a shooter of pursuit, but once again even his head moans bitterly.

Traveling to the wall in a fluttering foothold, he struck himself in the head over and over again with ambition. The madness only seems unusual, and I can ask that this guy's spirit is not stable.

"Damn, you're an emotionally unstable mad warrior (Berserker)..."

My smartphone rolled off when I managed to get up, and the one-size-fits-all feature went up on its own.

A moment of noise ran on the screen, and I thought no way, pointing my smartphone at him.

Then, the figure of the Necromancer warrior reflects the figure of a shallow, black, wounded young man.

"This guy... No way, Sand King Ares..."