The Adventure of the Boy With a Mind of a Middle-aged Man

Criccarat - 50th Hierarchy Deep

Empress Olivia will visit Straheim only two days later on Monday, and the full investigation of the case will begin two days later on Monday. Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow is the day of the students' labyrinth exploration mission. I think it's just fine.

Until then, I put a cummer on the Emperors' escort. That guy is surprisingly gentleman, and in that sense, about the next level of espionage, he's fit for VIP protection.

Now we're back on our minds, moving to the Labyrinth of Straheim - a safety point on the 45th tier of Cricala - and we're just starting our offense.

Incidentally, he negotiates with the Adventurer Guild and gets permission to set up a Sagami Chamber of Commerce store at each safety point.

I intend to sell lunches made of [silver knife] and weapons such as swords and spears that are currently independently conceived.

Even the irreplaceable blue stone passage leads to a giant, cylindrical hall.

In the middle of the hall there was an altar, and in the back there was a stone door that spanned three metres.

"Um, is this the end of the line?"

This would be the deepest part of the 50 hierarchy. Once this hierarchy is the final point of arrival for mankind.

Pre-hearted information suggests that there are quite a few things in history that could have reached this point, but no one could open that door and could not move on.

It's a stone door that scrutinizes doors but has no philosophy whatsoever.

After being far enough away, I try to attack it quite seriously by [exploding thread], but the magic itself does not activate. Next, I tried my best to cut due to the unevenness, but the results are the same.

"Master, it's terrible!

to the mullahs complaining in tears,

"You have no choice. It's you, but it's a sword."

I'll give you a proper response.

"That, for a reason!

"Is that a good enough reason? The sword is meant to be cut."

"Non is a sword, not a sword. Oh, my God! It's a holy sword. Oops! Don't come. If you cut into a thin, dirty door, you'll get hurt!! '

"Yes, yes, okay, Mr. Sex Sword"

Place the mess May Fly Waste Sword outside recognition. For once, I wanted to organize information.

I've tried everything, but the sharpness of this wasted sword is considerable. Iron or steel, but the spa runs out like a bamboo. He said he was confident that even the legendary metal would be cut.

Therefore, this door is likely not to accept any attacks that belong to physics.

And it seems that the [explosion thread] doesn't even activate, so the magic activation itself is cancelled here.

Physics are disabled, magic cannot be activated itself. So that door is decorative?

No, the door is a meaningful substitute for being aware of the inside. There's no point in bothering to make just a door figurine into this place. There has to be something.

"If there was, this would be it"

Approach the altar of a cylinder with a radius of about 15 cm and start an investigation.

"Is this a keyboard?

Just above the cylindrical surface of the altar, there was a snag that looked like a PC keyboard.

With the index finger on the left to try it, press something that looks like a "(return key)" and you will hear the machine start.

And a keyboard that floats in the space on the top of the cylinder.

"Confirm entrustment to apply for Trial I. First Trial Sub Test Begins.

- Answer the question!! "

Graphics of various shapes are lined up one after the other over the sky.

I see, a puzzle. Pussy brains battle. Isn't that funny! Recently, there have been a lot of rough things to push, and I've been a little craved.

"Enjoy me!

Trembling with joy, I manipulate the keyboard.

"Questions and Answers - Congratulations! First Trial Sub Test, Clear!! '

The emotionless mechanical voice of a woman who sounds all over the hall.

Mm-hmm. That was awkward. A little more, like this, I thought I'd enjoy a brain-shaking battle. Honestly, missed expectations are a good place.

"Damn, I lost again! Damn it!! '

Suddenly, the voice of a child with plenty of mouth-watering rudeness in his head.

"Hmm?"

Clear your ears but do not hear easily. There's nobody around, and it must be my fault.

"The first trial will be unleashed!

A stone door that takes the opportunity of this mechanical woman's proclamation, turns up the ground, and slides sideways.

Well, is that the first trial ahead of you? That's a really interesting hobby.

Now, beyond the first trial and the release of them, the rest is a complete early winning game.

It's not a good idea to do it later. Besides, I'm interested in your trials.

I exhale loudly and enter the room behind the door.

It was a huge positive-tetrahedron space.

"Trial One - [Battle Bafomet] will begin"

The stone door behind me is blocked again.

"Are you trapped? In short, if we have to take down that big fat ass, we can't get out of here. I guess that's what this is all about."

In the center of the room, a goat monster has a head floating in a zazen formation.

Is the goat-headed bucket an imitation of the boy? Oh, my God, that's too surreal a sight.

"Hey, Mullah, let's get serious"

"Yes, sir."

As usual, I thought it would drool, but I honestly agree. Besides, if you try with the usual grumpy attitude, you will surely lose. Maybe because I feel that on my skin.

Grip the uneven pattern and remove it from the sheath.

A geometric lettering that changes shape to a clear red body.

This is how Mullah opened herself to the full force. In my magic nowadays, I just possess it, and I turn my magic away.

"GOOOOOOOOOO!!"

The goat-headed bucket roared toward heaven, signaling it we clashed.

◇◆◇◆◇◆

The rocky fist of a goat-headed demon crushes me from the top of my head, but backsteps.

"Shit!"

The blast caused by the impact that crashed into the ground makes my little body fly, but cushioning the yarn of the [blast yarn] to adjust its posture in the air.

On his head, activate the [Ice Dragon (Kates)] and hit the [Shadow King's Palm (Skuddy Palm)] at the same time.

Many ice dragons pour down with goat heads hanging, and at the same time both black arms appear.

"Ggooooooo!"

The goat-head pays off his left arm, blows up an ice dragon, thrusts into a straight line with its black arms hanging, and crushes it to pieces with his right fist.

[Ice Dragon (Kates)] is not powerful enough to pierce him, and [Shadow King's Palm (Skuddy Palm)] is powerful but cannot be hit because it needs tame. Besides, his physical abilities are slightly higher. If you use [Relief], you may be able to cut through, but you will only be able to use it once a day and the transfer will be unusable, so tomorrow's internship class will be cancelled.

"Eight blocks..."

No matter how well the mullahs are cut, it doesn't make sense if you hit them. Exactly in a state of absolute desperation. Most of all, in this battlefield, magic can be used. Perhaps that's all.

More than that...

"That's unpleasant."

For some reason, from earlier, strong anger sprang up from the bottom of my chest and I can't contain it. This cannot be fought properly without a novel concept of magic. I don't want to do that. Is that a fact?

"No, you're not."

I am not so romantic as to outrage my impudence in the struggle. The real reason I'm upset is something more instinctive and simple and articulate.

- I've been running away from these goat bastards for dozens of minutes. The fact is even unpleasant.

"That's offensive, you."

I land on the ground from [Blast Thread], whilst raising my own voice and whispering.

"Master?"

There was never a murky voice to be asked in horror, and it was trembling.

"Come on. I'll spat you to death."

Along with that proclamation, I raised the end of my mouth.

"Ggahhhhhh!!?"

Reflexively flying through the back, towards the goat-headed bucket of things I walk slowly.

To such a suicidal act, the goat-headed bucket just roars, stays alert, and doesn't make one move.

"What's up? You're not coming?

Without even standing, dragging the sword tips of Karakara and Mullah, the goat-headed bucket steps backwards from me approaching.

"GOOOOOOOOOO!!"

He raises the roar of anger at that fact, he drives towards me, and he unleashes his right fist.

As soon as possible, the goat-head bucket moves slowly.

(If you are now agile, is this the extent)

If I throw away words of such unintelligible meaning here, I twist myself and slowly avoid the approaching guy's right fist with a nostril, while at the same time raising his right arm with a murky pattern at the mercy of force, cutting off his right leg from the root.

Severe pain runs on the right arm gripping the murmur. This is broken, apparently. I made an impossible move. I don't know how.

"Ggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg!!!"

Even though he loses his right leg, he backsteps with his cleverly left leg to distance himself from me. But from the pain, the bucket kneels with its goat's face flaunted. I watch such a guy's ridiculously slow behavior, re-gripping the murmur with my left hand, kicking up my left leg and packing the distance to him.

Again, severe pain like a pile was struck in the spine that occurs on the left foot. I also broke my left leg.

This halved my mobility.

But...

"My win."

Set your aim on the neck of the goat-head, who suddenly appears neglected, with a Kyotong face on me, and make the murmur a horizontal sword with all his might.

A giant neck rises in space, falls to the ground, and its body and head are smashed to bits like vitreous.

"Winner of [Battle Bafomet] - Gray!

-Gray was presented with [Bafomet's Corner Whistle] and [3 S-rank Demon Stones].

· Partial liberation of Gray's potential - Liberation level of [permanent workshop] 5% 10%.

· Full recovery of Gray's HP and MP.

-The second stage will be liberated '

With the voice of such a mechanical woman, my consciousness fades.

"The First Trial has been completed!! The Second Stage will be released"

- That day, from above Straheim, a woman's voice rang.