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

Break up with the Emperor Georg and the others and return to your room at the Sagami Chamber of Commerce.

Because I wanted to think a little bit about future policy.

Protected children were relieved of their brainwashing status and regained consciousness safely as a result of Munk's death. I just need a few weeks of treatment because it's pretty much, like, debilitating. That's why our Chamber of Commerce decided to protect it.

In this case, there is a need to modify in part the perception of the organisation [Laguna].

[Laguna] definitely has a conductor from Earth. And what's happened so far is an appetizer, so to speak. They will deepen their offensive from now on. If you don't want to lose any more, you have to help quickly. The power of the organization itself, as well as its own!

Pre-death memories are now equal to no, but I can still assure you this is all. I'm not even 10% of the power of the full season right now. This will leave you with no choice but to throw yourself into a battle like one or eight bets on your opponent. Such an irrational thing is unacceptable to me.

I believe that battle is the process + alpha until we stick to the struggle. Basically, how much in the pre-fight process, wins and losses are divided depending on how well you grasp the winning conditions. + α is only a lucky element when strength antagonizes it.

If I lose like this, all my people will go to the afterlife amicably. It often falls back into being a mastermind experimental animal. Only that future must be prevented.

In other words, my personal empowerment will be my top priority.

One is the development of magic. There are currently a few S-rank Demon Stones, but even if you can't create a new magic with the ingredients you have now, it won't do much good. It's more efficient to get high ranking demon stones and materials in the dungeon, search for and find more powerful magic, and target the creation of it.

And then, I guess I'll figure out what [permanent workshop] is capable of.

If [Magic Blueprint] is the ability to develop about magic, [Permanent Workshop] is the ability to develop items. The direction is the opposite. It would be my immediate goal to be able to use this successfully.

Well, the restriction on the use of [release] has expired already. Let's take the best action in improving our abilities.

I head to the glowing tower that rises high to the south of Straheim.

"Again, no entrance..."

For once, I looked around, but as rumors have it, I don't see an entrance.

If you can't get inside, you're just a building like this, a disturbing and annoying object.

But from previous trends, I don't even think this has emerged meaninglessly.

Because I'm sure the answer lies in that place.

I'm Criccarat - moving to the bottom of the 50th hierarchy.

Knock on the door and head for the trials. I haven't looked into this room yet, but if my predictions are correct, there must be a way to get to that tower here.

Speaking of conclusions, there was nowhere like a door during the trials.

The only thing that caught my eye...

"Is this a magic formation?

A bright red circular pattern depicted on the ground in the corner of the room. A number of geometric characters are drawn in the circle according to certain rules.

"I guess this is the gate"

From the appearance of that tower of light and the announcement of the next stage, it should also be a place to reach. Because this is the only answer.

When you take a silver watch from your pocket, you throw it inside the magic formation.

The clock disappears like smoke when it reaches over the magic formation.

Predictable. Then let's go in.

I stepped out on the magic team, too.

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It was a private room, like during an earlier trial. The decisive difference, however, is that the floor, the wall and even the ceiling are stained with a side of gold around them.

Too golden, my eyes tickle. I have to say this dungeon has a pretty bad taste.

At the center of the room, there is something like a stone tablet, so check closer.

"English?"

The tablet stated the following in English:

Welcome to "Criccarat Hard Mode - [Tower of Untruth].

Power alone cannot move forward, intelligence alone defeats. Waiting is only two choices: glory or death.

Wise cowards leave. Only the reckless and foolish brave move forward with their weapons in one hand.

I wish you good luck. "

It's a really unpleasant sentence. From those who built this facility, I guess it's just a sense of game, for example, to people's lives and deaths.

Fine. Which way, there's no going back, and it's true that I'm certainly interested in this facility. Let me use it with precision.

"The exit..."

Looking around, some of the walls behind the room are discolored. Perhaps that's the door, the entrance to this [tower of untruthfulness] and the dungeon of the dot.

I pick up my pocket watch on the floor and put my right palm against the stone wall, which is partly discoloured to investigate, distorts the view.

"Dude..."

To a ridiculous phenomenon, I inadvertently shake my head to the left and right.

Naturally, it was a space where countless stairs ran upwards.

The stairs are carefully golden and seven to eight meters wide. And a certain position at the end of the stairs makes it a square kind of space, where goat bucket objects sit Zen together.

You mean that boss is just a miscellaneous fish in this space?

"Hey, Master, exploring such insane places, etc., no. Let's just go home and muff with the princesses. '

After seeing this unusually extreme sight, Mullah desperately persuades me.

Rejected.

That level of demon is the miscellaneous fish. A life-threatening struggle is the most powerful path. That's what my instincts understand. This place will be just the right means of rehabilitation.

"Let's go."

"... yes."

Hunted down, he grabs a murky pattern spinning the word of consent with a murky voice of giving up like a ditched rat enlightened of death and pulls that red body out of his sheath. And I walked out to the nearest goat bucket.