The GM Has Logged Into A Different World

The largest city on the Earth, the kingdom of the beasts and elves, the dwarves, and the beast kingdom 'Wilegard'.

It is a city in which four territories meet: Lunavi, Panda, Battleleo and Garuda.

About 500 years ago now. The Earth continent was a time of war with countless multi-ethnic protests and wars.

It was the first Beast King, Hatilus, who ended that era of war.

He sent down the Mad King of the Triple Wolf (Cerberus) tribe, who was the greatest warrior of his time, to put an end to the Great War.

Then, with the revelation of "The Witch," he created a village on a small high hill.

Peace finally visited. Those who admired him visited the village one after another.

Hatyrus accepted those who were chased after the country, those who lost them, those who lost their parents and brothers, indefinitely.

I embraced man, elf, dwarf, bug man, everything, wondering how the beast man of the race would be.

He built a house, set out a shop, gave birth to wealth, and raised a child.

And it did not take long for the village to grow into a city and become a nation in sight.

Hatillus became king, and those who were among him became supporters of it.

The closest to him among them were his ancestors of the four races, who still rule the four remaining territories, and Hatils' beloved wife and 'witch'. It's the “Ilya” of the Dragon People.

The Dragonman (Dragonian) tribe gave the throne of the Beast King to the head of the Dragonman (Dragonian) tribe, most trusted by the will of the then Beast King, Hatilus and Ilya's great-grandchildren, after the plague allegedly caused the blood of the Great Wolf (Fenrir) tribe to run out at all costs.

Since then, the Beast King has been served by the Dragon (Dragonian) tribe for generations, and the five races have ruled the vast earth continent while preserving the teachings of Hatyrus.

Elves, dwarves, and worms kept their autonomy within each territory under the vows of Hatyrus, and were at peace.

The remnants of the village, which was small, disappeared with development, the only remaining being the stone statue of Hatilus, built in the Great Square.

Now used as a meeting place for adventurers and merchants, Hatils was still admired.

Adventurer's Guild on the corner of the Great Square. It was two women - Adele and Yoko - who opened the door.

Attract the attention of both men and women to its beautiful appearance.

When we arrived at "Wile Guard," we were also entangled by men of poor nature, but showed strength as we eliminated them.

Sometimes the men involved were A-rank adventurers, and Adele and the others became famous for their guild, for better or worse.

Straight to the bulletin board and look for the letters that are the daily routine.

"Mad Beast Announcement," "Weapons Defender Recruitment," "I'm Looking for a Lost Kitten," "My Daughter-in-law Recruitment"

Adele and the others sighed softly that they had no stickers of purpose.

"It's been two weeks since I wrote to you... Will Masaki be safe..."

"He said Masaki would be fine. I already told Adele every day."

"You won't have a choice...... I've never been away for so long."

Adele inflates her cheeks gently. The men and women around me were cheering in my heart for the gap I usually had with them.

In particular, it is women who make up a large proportion. The women adventurers were dropped and fanned one after the other by Adele, who was so beautiful. Informal and fan clubs exist. But I don't know who I am.

"Hey...... We've been on Masaki's side for a long time... and that's the obvious thing. I wish we were all together.

"If you're with me... I want Akiha to work hard. I've been watching Masaki all my life."

"Pfft. Yeah, Akiha's good, and she's going to support me. And... you want to support people falling in love."

"Right. I hope Masaki gets her hands on it, too, and, you know, gets a little more aggressive about things."

Adele making her face slightly red. Yoko nodded at it, too. I check the bulletin boards one by one.

Masaki also has lust in the crowd, but Adele and Yoko still seem to think that's not enough.

"Something that doesn't make me think moderation matters. Hey, Adele, it looks like you don't have a letter, and why don't you take a request today? Oh... I even asked you to crusade the Gold Dragon."

"What? That's unusual, you came out of a cave?

"That's right - Ardelheid. Come on."

It was the receptionist who spoke to Adele and the others from the reception in a carefree manner. Her beauty is neat and she looks young because of her childish face. The most distinctive thing is that her ears are pointed and she sees something like a jewel on her forehead.

Elves. Beautiful beauty for both men and women, and pointy ears and forehead gems are proof of this.

This receptionist is an elf and a former guild master who has lived in this' Wile Guard 'for years. The original cause was......, the liquor in its hand.

"Grumpy, pu ha-"

"Frosh... are you drinking again"

"Isn't that nice? This, my source of life! Hey, Negi!

The elf known as Frosch loved booze more than anything else. Priority was given to going shopping for rare liquors over important meetings. It was repeated several times and was recently dropped off from the Alliance Master.

Now he is re-employed and fits in as a receptionist.

"Sora-ri too. To Mr. Ardelheid, Mr. Claudia, isn't that amazing? I was in B-rank when I got here. No, I'm already up to A-rank. Oh, my God. How many years have I been... how many years have I been?

"I don't."

"Haha. I forgot too. So, it's a gold dragon. Oh, I don't know why. Oh, I can't believe you're out of a cave and ramming around. I've already got gold braces, and the damage from monsters to adventurers to golden. The gold market will collapse."

Frosch pokes his elbow and fools himself as he trumpetes his liquor bottle. Gold is often treated as a medium for ornaments and magic props. It maintains a high price because even gold mines rarely take it.

It is the Gold Dragon that will easily crumble that market. A breath of brace creates a considerable amount of gold.

It is a troubled dragon that causes market turmoil for both the Demon Prop Guild and the Merchant.

Most of all, it is a fact that there are constant attempts to capture gold as a creator.

"Gold pieces in the shape of people also have enough for bad taste. Hey, Adele. I think it's unusual for a gold dragon rarely to break out of a cave. Something bothers you warmly, and why don't you take this request? The golden braces don't work in front of my golems."

"Soil or rock just turns into gold. As far as I'm concerned."

"Then in the direction of receiving it. Nemea...... you want to ask Aslan out too?

Aslan is the name of Nemear's adventurer. He was a cult cleric, often dressed as an adventurer to carry out intelligence activities, and was up to the B-rank where convenience was best served for the mission.

The Gold Dragon Crusade is a quest for A-rank recommendations. Tough in the B rank, but Nemear had substantial, A-rank equivalent strength.

"It's better to have a lot of fighting power. He wouldn't flatter himself like he'd hit a brace, and he'd be fine. But... the problem is that you're in training."

"You're treating me admirably. If it doesn't work, I think we should go together."

"I think it's mumbo for the two of us to go, but I think you two should. Ah, so-so. By letter to both of you."

"To us?

"I thought I'd give it to you directly because you two came to where I was just going to get it and put it up. To a man named Masaki."

At the same time that Masaki's name appeared, they banged a letter from Frosh's hand.

Even Frosch, who was an S-rank adventurer, could not react to the capture of God's speed, and Skasca and his fingertips were tight as if to confirm the letter he was grasping.

Frosh speaks to the two staring at the letter.

"I'm glad you showed me the contents."

"Oh... I'm so... I'm so glad you're okay"

"You said Masaki would be fine. I'm so glad."

Adele takes care of the letter from Masaki.

Yoko was blurring and finally leaking a voice of relief from the bottom of his heart.

Frosh, who was watching the two of us, was niggling, and it's nice to be young. Blurry.

"All right, let's go tell Aslan about this, too. Frosh, I'm taking on the Gold Dragon Crusade."

That said, Adele takes the requisition that was stuck out on the bulletin board and offers it to Frosch.

Frosch performs the procedure handily, smelling alcohol. This intoxicating elf had the nature of being able to work while drinking.

"Ok ~. This is one of the urgent requests, so ~ I won't get a fine, but be careful. Grumpy, puffy. When you get back, you can have a drink."

"Pfft. Okay. Bye."

So Adele opened the door of the Adventurer's Guild with Yoko and left.

The two had no heart or light feet and a sunny look like a chest grab.

Frosh looked with envy at the rear of the two who were leaving.

"Fine. A man named Masaki who likes you two so much. I wonder what he looks like. Interested, huh? ♪ Alcohol is delicious today!

Frosch returns the empty liquor bottle inside the item box and removes the new liquor.

Her drinking lasted until the current Alliance Master went to work.

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- Chit-chit-chit-chit-chit-chit-chit-chit.

Hmm... it's morning already.

Ugh, sweat and all sorts of things make my body stick. This is bad if you don't take a morning bath.

Eh... how many fights did you have yesterday? He asked me to fight in the bathroom like that, and if I wanted to put him to sleep, he pushed me down... I don't remember how many fights I fought.

It had been a while since I strained, but the autumn leaves were even more amazing than that. It's not strange to get pregnant without birth control pills. I'm glad I couldn't buy it to some extent......

Well, I felt good, too, and the autumn leaves seemed good, okay?

"Mmm... hehe... Masaki... su..."

Autumn leaves are still in my dreams, rubbing against my chest plate.

I can't even wake up. Autumn leaves will be tired too, can we stay like this for a while now?

"Mmm."

When I gently kissed my lips, I sucked on them as they were.... you're awake.

"Ha... Masaki. Good morning...... You weren't dreaming...... good"

"If it was a dream, you'd have confessed again."

"Ugh, but maybe a second confession would be nice..."

"Dude.... do you want to take a morning bath with me"

"Yes."

After going into the hot springs and getting refreshed, I decided to have a late breakfast with the autumn leaves.

There were few people on the ground floor who were slow in the tavern. The early morning adventurer would be around the time he's already out eating dinner. I don't know, the quicker you ask, the better.

I was present because Levia was still having breakfast at the corner of the table.

Waiting for dinner, Levia slowly smelled me.

"Kun-kun..."

"What is it, Levia? Do you smell anything?

I'm not supposed to smell sweat or anything because I went into a hot spring.

"Looks like you had fun last night."

"" Ho ho ho "

We both swallowed at the same time. It's kind of pathetic for the autumn leaves to deny it, too, so keep quiet.

The reaction of the autumn leaves turned bright red, and it was cute, so let's be good.

The guards came later than me.... oddly enough, the girdle is broken and Ellis is slightly groovy.

Let's keep it through here. It's a man's pity.

Breakfast was omelette. It feels like a spanish omelet with a peto in it. The salty plums are just right.

After breakfast, go for a stroll in the city. The dirt on the land is to be checked tomorrow.

Prepare for that today. The blacksmith first.

I left the directions to the girdles. They seem to know a lot about this town, the inns, the blacksmiths, the taverns in the hole.

"Hey, Masaki. You can't go to a blacksmith now, can you? I'm talking about being hurt."

"That's why I'm going. The guards are worn out, too."

"That's right. Over here."

It's a sticker called "No Dwarves to Blacksmith" that bothered me in the Adventurer's Guild.

Basically, blacksmiths are a must in a big city. Adventurers and mercenaries wear out their weapons as they battle hard. And they're the blacksmiths who support it.

It is unlikely that such blacksmiths will be out of alignment.

I was curious to ask him at the liquor store, and he said several blacksmiths had been taken by a cleric to the 'Wile Guard'. They say the requirement is because the blacksmith is understaffed in the hunt for the Beast King Festival.

There was also a dwarf who remained in the city, but from what I hear, he was attacked by a madman and chased down a major injury. An iron alligator broke in from a broken waterway and an unlucky encounter Dwarf was attacked.

Iron alligators were crusaded by the hands of guards and adventurers, and the waterway holes were repaired, but Dwarves, who had injured their arms, were unable to wave their hammers.

The injury is also serious and I can't shake the hammer again. Yes, the city doctor diagnosed me.

The dwarf is also an acquaintance of the girdles and looks like a blacksmith who has looked after them many times. Seems like a huge shock to me when an acquaintance sees me like that.

Well, then it's my turn. Finally there is a weapon I want to build, so I'm headed to the blacksmith.

When I arrived at the workshop without getting lost in the guide of the girdle, it was a bigger workshop than I thought. It's not just a wooden building here, it's a sturdy house covered in stone all over.

But the door was hung with a "Close" (closed) sign, and I could not hear any gavel or artisan voice that I would have otherwise heard.

"Hey, Augus. Are you there?"

Don't, don't, and a girdle that knocks on the door all the time that it doesn't break. Wouldn't it break if you made it that strong?

When I say a woman's dwarf, I don't get much of an image. The image of an old man with a mustache is too strong.

"You stupid girdle! If you hit him that hard, he'll break it."

Ellis slaps Girdle's head relentlessly with a cane. You'll break the guard's head before the door does.

There's more chase on the squatting girdle holding his head. Direct hit to the head of the girdle where the workshop door was open and crouched. You're a bummer with a bee on the crying surface.

"... Girdle, what are you doing?

"Yo, Orlia. Just a guest. Father, please."

About half my height of a girl came out of the workshop. Her face is child-faced and her long chestnut hair is bracketed in twin tails. Looks like a complete elementary school student. Is it the child of this house? I have a hammer in my hand. I guess I'll help.

"I'm the man there. I feel like I'm being watched with some very rude eyes."

"Oh, I apologize if I'm disturbed. Excuse me. I have business with the injured here."

"You can admit you apologize honestly. But I'm in your way, so go home."

"No, even if they tell you to go home. I have business here."

"I have no business. Go home."

Don't cut him off relentlessly. This guy. Shall I go to another blacksmith's?

When I was slightly serious about that, a little kid came out of the back with injuries to both hands.

"Wow! Stupid girl! What are you trying to get back at the guests in the corner!

"Father. You're injured in the arm, but you have to rest. Look, you guys go home."

"So don't even try to leave without listening! Excuse me, my stupid daughter. I'm Augus, the blacksmith."

"I'm not stupid."

"If you're not stupid, you're stupid."

I feel like some kind of parent-child fight has started between kids in front of me, but could it be the injured Dwarf blacksmith this guy heard about in his story? Not at all like the image.

This kid... no, Augus has chestnut and blurry hair too. But his face looks like a young elementary school student. I'm only a little taller with my daughter, too. It's commonly known as Shota.

"Don't try to take the hammer out on your own, stupid girl! You must still be in training!

"If your father can't work, I'll have to do it! Even I can do it!

Parent-child fighting is going on admirably. From the side, it looks like a fight between children, but stop. My neighbor's gaze hurts, and he's begging me to stop him quickly.

"Ahhh... sorry though. Why don't we have a fight around it? Look, the neighbors are watching."

Having noticed their gaze from the neighbors' houses, they bow their heads shy of the neighbors.

I was asked to go inside the workshop because it was nothing to stand talkin 'about.

The workshop had a gray boneless stone wall and a fine wooden counter, with several apprentice-like dwarves in the back workplace.

I thought if I got them a blacksmith job, I could open a store, but as far as work goes, that's not why I did it.

A peek at the hand of doing a blacksmith is extremely dangerous. I don't have the time or the power to hit it.

I see it in a gaming sensation, but when I was blacksmithing in the 'room,' I naturally think of how to do it sensibly and how.

Maybe this would benefit from a blacksmith skill level. My experience on the game stains my body and my body moves as normal.

Once I was in good shape, I made "Holy Sword Karadoborg" using sneaky little leftover orihalcon and rare material, but I thought it was too much for boulders and made it fattening in the item box. It's less than 'Lost Dominion' for performance.

The factory is crammed with bright red heated furnaces, blacksmith tools that would have been used for a long time.

When I was a player, I saw these blacksmiths over and over the screen, but when I visit them like this, I feel burning heat.

The "room" blacksmith just keeps its own tools. The atmosphere is completely different.

When I was guided to the small room, me, Autumn Leaf, Levia and four of the guards would sit around the iron table.

Across the street is Blacksmith Augus and his daughter Orlia.

"So, what's the requirement? I'm so sorry you made me a musketeer. I'm right, I got hit in the arm. The doctor says you can't shake the hammer anymore."

With a bitter smile, Augus looks at both injured hands. I can't shake the hammer I've been waving for years. That anxiety and fear will be immeasurable to me. But the light in Augus' eyes in front of him has not been lost.

"But even if you can't train your weapons, you can train your disciples! I can't make it for you now, but I'll let your disciples make your gear sooner or later. Wait till then."

Augus had a determined eye and felt that he was trying to fulfill his responsibilities as a master in a splendid way. Wow, I didn't think he was such a good guy so far. Though the general guy is a pattern of infidelity and drowning in booze.

Well, it's also a classic to have your apprentice make it here, but I'm sorry. Augus, it could shatter your resolve.

"Ahhh... you seem to be mistaken, so let me tell you something first, okay? I didn't come here to get you to build weapons."

"What? Then why did you come here?"

"For one thing, I can blacksmith too, so I thought I'd rent a furnace. The other one."

Retrieve one item here. I guess I'll have to rely on tools more than I can use the Rubik's Cube. I can't even use it, but if I use "Full Heel," I might fall for it.

It is an item that I did not have a chance to install and use. It would also be good to use it here. It's in stock, too.

I'm here to cure you.

I put it right in front of you, Elixir. It's the finest healing drug.

"Ha ha! This guy is awesome!! My arm's back on track! Hey! Finish it!! Feel free!"

"Heh, heh!

No, it's really amazing. The efficacy of elixirs is called the blacksmith wielding a hammer larger than his torso. I wonder where in a small body like elementary school has this power.

Should it be called a boulder dwarf?

Now Augus is repairing the damaged girdles' gear. Craftsmanship is exactly how the dent disappears while you look at it.

After that, I suspected Elixir, who was suddenly sent out, and asked me to use my [appraisal] skills.

I was also surprised that someone could use the skills of "Appraisal", but I have no particular reason to say no.

Appraisal skills can be used by many craftsmen in production. The adventurer said the only one who could use it was the guy who originally held the position of a production guild.

However, when used on people or monsters, the width that can be examined seems to vary depending on the strength.

If I had been an adventurer from the start, I could have gotten this information fast, but the situation was there.

"Does it work for otherworlds or something? When I asked."

"No, there are times when you showed it to me before. I don't know why. The letters were just in line, and I couldn't even see the name."

I wonder how it looks.

I used it for autumn leaves to try it, and here it is.

“Ugh!)! ○ U) (JP = K! ifa09j! = | ~ = | ~)? *! * {'{P < MY! NB”

Yeah, there's no way I can read it. Characterization.

Oh, that's why the Empire didn't check my abilities in the Appraisal.

"Mr. Masaki, do you really not need a hammer and a gold floor? Do you have any Mithril stuff here?

The furnace was empty, so I came to call you, apprentice Dwarf. Unlike Augus, her hair is tied with a bandana.

"Oh. I'm fine. I have this."

That's how I take it out, the Orihalcon hammer and the gold floor. It takes + correction for "Weapons Production", making it ideal for weapons building. Most advanced production players have it.

"Oh, that's Orihalcon's!?

With all the amazing dwarves in the room, it's a throwing knife to make this one.

The material is a damask plate extracted from the skin of the damask lizard. Suppleness and strength, just right by weight.

Heat the plate thoroughly in a high heat furnace and only my eyes will see the wheel, swinging down the hammer at the timing when the wheel converges.

- Cavan.

Sounds comfortable. Poor force exertion or punching doesn't sound good.

Because I noticed the sound, or Augus watching my work still after work.

There's something hard to do when you're seen standing still, but you can't help but care.

Timing and swinging down the hammer again and again while changing the angle, the damask plate changes into the shape of a knife. It is an unacceptable task.

- Kah-kah-kah-kah-kah.

Shake down the last wave and put it on the water.

More grinding work from here on out. There is nothing convenient about a grinder, so grinding wheels in the tunnel will be polished.

I finished grinding a single throwing knife without distracting myself to the last moment.

The grip and hole are then drilled for easy throwing, and a damask throwing knife is complete.

"Damask Throwing Knife: A throwing knife made using precious damask plates. A knife that is easy to throw and machined, and excellent for poking and slashing. Attack 40. DEX +5 Throw Attack Bonus. Throw Hit Bonus'

When I realized it, something terrible had been made. The bonus system is literally a specification that requires correction. By the time of the game, it was only attached to rare weapons, but why to this knife?

Well, I can't help thinking about it. Let's try to be good because we have good things.

This time, I made this for a reason.

Because the means of flying tools are more limited than magic can be used.

You can use Sonic Blade, but it's not very good to rely on your skills. Especially since that is a hard skill to snipe.

You should do as much as you can to increase what you can with your physical abilities.

The more cards you can cut, the more advantageous it will be.

Plus, there are a few active skills that are just throwing skills.

To use them too, you'd better have this knife.

You can't throw a rare weapon like "Lost Dominion" or "Seven Arthurs" every time.

He then took a few hours to make ten throwing knives. Throw one at a time to check and adjust perfectly.

When collecting, use the skill of "Return" to get all the knives thrown back on hand. If you don't do this, it costs too much money, and throwing skills become skills to death.

It wasn't used at all until Return was implemented.

By the way, bows and arrows with the same ranged weapons are not eligible for a Return because the bow itself is highly offensive, and the cost of arrows is modest and varied. Otherwise the woodworker cries.

When I treated the knife to an item box, Augus called out. Apparently, you're done over there.

"Are we done here?

"Oh. Thanks for lending me the furnace. Thanks."

"That's our line. Thanks to you, I was able to get back to work. Besides, they showed me a good job."

"It's an honor to have Dwarf say that. By the way, I need to talk to you about something else, okay?

"Hmm? What?

I invite Augus. That's not the only reason I helped.

Another requirement can be most important.

"Hey, I'm actually like this."

Explain briefly the matter of Count Masaki Towdo, Lord of Atami of the Land Continent. That's not credible enough, so when I showed him a few medals, as soon as I showed him the St. Drag medal, Augus' eyes opened.

"Here, this guy is the St. Drag's Medal. That means"

"Uh. Wait. I'm here on confidential business. No noise if you can. Can we just keep talking? If possible later, the language will always be the same."

"Heh, heh... ah. Ooh."

That works better than I thought. This medal looks better left in the item box. Doesn't that sound like the guards out there?

"Talk about it. I don't have many blacksmiths on my territory right now. So, if I had a good blacksmith, would you introduce me to Atami? Of course you can be Augus' apprentice, or acquaintance."

I mean, another story is a scout. If there's a dwarf you can blacksmith, I'd like to pull it in.

My territory is also heavily influenced by the Kingdom of St. Drag and the Grand Fang Empire, so racism is forbidden. You dismiss the asshole requirement to accommodate people because they're people. Preferences are also discriminatory...... or something like that I heard about.

Unexpectedly, the Grandfang Empire was a country of meritocracy and even beastmen were recognized for their strength.

Dragon Horse says, as long as the store has money, we can get it out. Before strength, it seemed a policy that there was no point in racial differences or anything else.

"It doesn't have to be right away. I'll be back here when we're done, so think about it by then."

"Uh-huh. All right, you do me a favor. I'll do whatever I can."

"I asked."

I guess the negotiations are over for one second. You can pull it off as the cost of your medication, but it's not a good idea later when you do it the way you're remorseful. It would be helpful if they could come of their own free will.

Afterwards, I was thinking about joining everyone and going somewhere for dinner, and that's when I see a werewolf on a horse rushing through.

The horses are supposed to be basically kept here at the entrance as well... is this some kind of trouble?

The horse stopped in front of us and the werewolf descended. Oh, boy, that sounds like trouble to us.

"Excuse me. Is Levia okay with you?

"Um, my concubine's not Levia. What can I do for you?

"Actually..."

The werewolves who have been running whisper in Levia's ear, and Levia gives him a startling look.

"Is that true?

"Yes. As for, Master Lidea is waiting for you at the gate. I'm sorry, but I need you to work hard."

"Okay."

"I turn to the Adventurer Guild. Bye."

As a werewolf, he left early enough across the horse after thanking us.

"Lord, come all close"

"Us too?

Levia nods at the question of the guard.

"With the help of the Lord, it's better to be sure. Still a secret story...... I think we found some dirt on the land near 'Soundshade'. And until half a day ago, nothing happened."

So it just happened?

Well, there might be some evidence left for you now.

They say it's about an hour's walk from here.

The guards are equipped, so there seems to be no objection to going with them.

So we ran to the gate early. Well, I'll see what comes out of it.

Oh, it's called lunch. No...