"Well...... What am I supposed to do now?"

A gentle morning light plunges around in the green grass trees.

I snapped in the same stingy pyjamas as I did as I rode through the dark red-purple apple-like fruit.

This fruit looks like an apple, but it's sour and juicy. Fresh pulp is quite edible.

The cross section is bright red when you grasp it.

Tastefully...... right, do you feel close to the cranberry juice I drank before? However, this guy has a slightly sweet aftertaste and is classy.

I'm sour, I don't hate anything.

I mean, I was pretty relieved inside that this fruit was edible.

Last night, in the moonlight - there are two full moons at any rate, so it was actually brighter than I assumed when I acted at night - I dared to hunt and tast fruit close by. I had some anticipation from the fact that the vegetation here was littered with artificially made gardens, but the fruit trees there in the basin still seemed to be edible varieties.

Even so, they are all otherworldly mysterious fruits. Honestly, eating is quite an adventure.

Of the several varieties that were appropriately chipped, the only one I liked was this cranberry apple (tentative). Others tasted a little different to me.

Even this morning, I'm not bellying. I haven't seen any strange hallucinations, or numbness in my hands and feet.

Sounds great. Yeah, looks like it wasn't poisoned.

Last night I had a lumpy cranberry apple and fell asleep at the root of the fruit tree as it was when my belly swelled.

I also thought about going back inside the cave of the Great Rock Door where the lighting is, but I'm not at liberty to spend the night with the white bone body of that disgusting Lübeu Zailain.

The first tunnel he called the End and Beginning Cave, where he snubbed the night dew, of course, was dismissed. He is personally destroyed and possessed and murdered by such a nasty technique as "soul transcription".

Nevertheless, about a day has passed since I was summoned here. According to the description of the stone book in the case, the conditions for the establishment of "Soul Transcription" appear to be unstable souls immediately after the summons, so it is possible that it would be fine to pass through that tunnel already. Exactly at this stage, I'm not going to try such dangerous gambling with my life hanging.

Yeah, and that's exactly where the problem is.

I intend to explore it carefully again today, but I expect that the only way out of this basin is probably through the "end and beginning cave”. But the tunnel is already engraved with "soul transcription" and the art of doing it, and they're waiting to destroy my memory and personality and make me the magic king of mad ruin. How much time will it take for me to get through the tunnel safely... better consider using the tunnel for escape as a last resort than this hasn't turned out to be.

And then. The options left for escape are.

"I guess I'll have to do something and get over the cliff surrounding this place. Maybe..."

The height of the red brown cliff is sure to be more than 10 meters in sight. Almost perpendicular everywhere, I hardly see any areas that are likely to be scaffolding, etc.

That's a whole wall, this. It is very impossible to climb normally.

A certain idea came to mind in the same situation that I was stuck in front of the Great Rock Door.

"... like when you break that gate or the seal around the book, can't you break the cliff?

Honestly, I feel like it's possible.

Handy yesterday when you destroyed a robust boulder gate.

That felt like I still had plenty of room.

If you mean it, I feel like that's what you could shatter with about 10 or 20 easy cliffs.

But I have no idea how to do it well......

Why don't you use Sesame Open to the cliff?

Yesterday's Mentosgeyser phenomenon crosses the back of the brain.

I was just trying to remove the little restraint, and it was like that.

He said he destroyed the Great Rock Door.

Originally I just wanted to open the door, but the red-hot, gut-chagged gate eventually swelled and blackened into five sentences, exploding into five.

If you think about that now, it's overkill how you saw it...

I'm gonna use that against this cliff, huh?

Honestly, even if a lighter Mentosgeyser just happened, I feel like I'm gonna die instantly from a collapse.

...... yeah. Let's not.

I walked out towards the south side of the basin as I rode through the second cranberry apple.

Um, sour.

But, well, that's not bad.

"Speaking of which, if you are the demon guide king of the ruin of a nasty personality born with [soul transcription], do you also know how to use your powers well...?

But the example stone book should have said something like, "The new personality to be overwritten after destroying my personality in" Soul Transcription "is based on Lübeu Zailaine's own memory. If so, it doesn't seem strange to have a wealth of knowledge of using power from the beginning, unlike me, the Bottom Magic King, whose goal is survival. I'm a little jealous, to be honest.

I've been thinking about such a shame for quite a reason.

I am now walking near that bitter, memorable "end and beginning cave" that was about to be transferred.

It's not like we're gonna screw up and try to get out of the tunnel, is it?

I've come to examine the vicinity of this "end and beginning cave”.

I bumped my pinky finger yesterday and this one turned right back.

It has already been found as of yesterday that on the other side of the cliff there seems to be nothing but a cave in the Great Rock Door where Lübeu Zailain's body was found. If I were to look into it, I'd be staying on this side. There is also no zero possibility that other exits or new information exist.

Walking on the soft grass between the trees, he heads for the cliff.

This place is in position, pretty close to the original where I was standing right after my summons yesterday.

If you deviate slightly to the right from where you are walking now, you should also be able to see the evil magic formations of the example.

If you want to refer to the description of Lübeu Zailain, what is it about the Magic Formation for the Summoning of the Magic King?

Me walking around the third cranberry apple, looking away at a cliff that's still a distance away.

At my feet, I was away.

"... oops!?"

Something took my leg off me, and I accidentally let it go a little.

I got a weird voice. As much as I'm ashamed of you.

I checked my stumbling foot. Seems like it's just grassland at first sight......

When I step on the soles of my barefoot feet, I feel a few centimetres of step.

No, this is more of a ditch than a step.

A few centimeters deep, grooves.

What I'm reminded of is the example red and black lines that were connecting the summoning magic formations to each other yesterday.

That line, too, was actually based on grooves a few centimeters deep.

Crouch down and try to scratch the grass with your hands.

There it is. It's not painted red and black, but it's a similar shaped groove.

However, this one is much narrower. It's only 10 centimeters or so.

A little shallow, too?

For the red and black line, I think it was nearly 30 cm wide at the latest.

Thin grooves that go straight ahead. On the other hand, it stretches in my right hand direction.

From the direction, it is presumably connected to the Summoning Magic Formation of the Apocalyptic King in the original.

I see, even the red and black lines are so covered in all-you-can-stretch weeds that they didn't notice at first. Thin lines with only grooves are likely to have been completely overlooked.

Instead, you might be quite lucky to realize now, that it feels like this.

It is not necessary to confirm that the right hand of the line leads directly to the original summoning magic formation.

If so, the first thing to check is where the hell is this line going to stretch to the left? I guess that means.

I cheeked up the freshly eaten cranberry apple in my hand all at once.

Finally, a large amount of seed is sprinkled and spit out.

Um, sour. But the wonders and the back of my mouth are refreshing.

Don't get kind of weird about this taste.

"... All right, let's find out"

------

Followed the line on the ground and proceeded nearly 100 meters away.

I was just wondering if it was time to approach the cliffs around the outer perimeter, and it showed up.

In conclusion, there were no third evil summoning magic formations or white-boned bodies there.

At the end of the line, there stood a cylinder of bright white stone.

It's white, beautiful as snow, that takes my eyes away.

The height of the cylinder is less than 3 meters. Is the thickness about a meter in diameter?

There is a rather out of place beauty and a clear strange presence.

But that's just it.

No letters, no sculptures, nothing engraved.

Although connected with the line of examples at the root, there is also no magic formation painted on the ground.

Honestly, this pillar itself may not be any more clue.

But.

What matters is the house, visible beside its cylinder.

Yes, the house.

There, there was a small one-story house.

From what I've seen, it's an architecture that feels like a simple private house on a dirt wall.

The exterior walls, which appear to be starting to decay slightly, are covered in pimples, and on the roof there is an all-you-can-stretch of energetic grass.

The house was almost buried in the lush green.

Even through the vicinity, they're going to pass unaware.

It looks like it was abandoned for quite some time.

I was wondering, when the hell was the last time there was a living person in this basin?

There are no signs of being cared for, as long as it is mowed and seemingly good-looking weeds are planted deliberately, fruit trees of various kinds of edible use are planted, and various attention is observed.

Most importantly, the body of the subpoena I discovered had been whiteboned.

At that time, I didn't think so deeply about the matter. Did they suck your soul out of a recoil using surgery and whitebone it all at once, or at best that degree of recognition?

... but apparently, it's not.

When this happens, I'd rather see a time lag present between Zaylane activating and dying the subpoena ceremony and when I'm actually called in.

If that's how it goes too, I don't suppose we're talking about a year or two...

Now, the problem, the green-covered Borough family, seems to be this desolate.

Naturally, there are no signs of life.

No? But... I don't know, that's uncomfortable.

The atmosphere of the house isn't completely dead, shall we say?

Perhaps it's simply because it's a wooden slice and the light is plugged in and bright, but there's not much of a drifting sense of ruin.

Nevertheless, as elsewhere, there are no signs of organisms.

Anyway, I'll have to try to step indoors.

If this is the house, there may still be something useful left.

Whether you're leaving the basin or whatever, I feel plain shitty that your possessions are still a mess, Pyjama Only. It is equally the appearance of the suspicious, whether in different worlds or in the original.

Besides, there's no broken roof here either. Depending on the condition inside, it looks good to have made it an inn tonight.

Head to the house and recommend walking in the trees.

Tall trees break apart by the house and my vision flickers slightly.

So I realized that there was a small water field worn by a rock at the end of the house.

No, it's really small. Broadly speaking, maybe it's only about our sink.

The water is wonderfully clear. Spring water. Springs, this.

I'll shrug it with my hands and take a sip.

It's limp, yeah. Delicious.

There's a little leaf drop on the bottom of the water, but for now, it's perfectly fine.

To be honest, I'm quite grateful to have discovered a drinkable source of water.

I had a sweet juicy pulp with a neat aftertaste of cranberry apples, so I wasn't so stuffed with feathers, but I'm pretty sure I had to get some water anyway.

That's a good start.

Now if I can find a fuzzy bed in the house, I have nothing to say.

Thinking that way, I circled the house half way around and turned to my back. There it is, the front door.

Or there's no door, this front door. It would be too open for this. Country!

Mm-hmm. Well, I guess it's rural.

As it was, it broke into the interior lightly from the entrance.

It's relatively bright inside.

No, this house, the windows are glazed.

I wonder how civilized it is, this world.

No, glass...... is that it, this? I feel subtly less transparent.

The interior, to say the least, is the impression of a private house in a foreign country.

Furniture is placed only at a minimum.

Still, I don't know how to use it subtly. It feels like the boulder world is the only place I can see some furniture.

There doesn't seem to be any grass growing in the house. Relieved.

If you think about the aging of the outer walls, the interior is in a state of conservation that can be considered miraculous. But it still looks like quite some time has passed since it was abandoned. Some parts have been damaged accordingly.

Well, sounds like enough to stay up for a while. Let's clean it up later.

Looks like there's another room in the back too. There's a door.

You said there was no door in the front door, but there was a fine door in the house.

Nothing, this...

Probably the one called cultural difference.

Put your hands on the door.

I felt some momentary resistance, but the door opened completely.

"This is..."

The library.

No, you have a writing desk. Is that your study?

On the bookshelf on one side of the wall, there were tons of books.

I'll take a look at the title of the collection somehow.

Magic Big Time Magic Attribute Analysis Advanced Summoning Ceremony Study......

Oh, it looks like a magic specialty book.

and while there are titles that leap across the chest

Sacrificial Evil Summoning of the Blood Prohibition of the Dead......

I also notice a large number of books that contain words in their titles that are not even roku, like...

Somehow, I had something to be good at.

Yeah. Here, it's the bastard's study of Lübeu Zailain, probably.

Come to think of it, he built a massive stage device so far to challenge a life-threatening subpoena. Simply preparation would have taken a considerable period of time. Perhaps we should have thought of it sooner that we might be creating a base within this basin.

The desk is heavily scattered with paper depicting something like a magic formation blueprint.

I looked through it gently. Um, I don't know.

Then I take a few books from the bookcase and turn them all around.

The book is in great condition of preservation.

... No, I think you're in a little too good shape.

Why, the only condition inside this study would be better than the others.

As if time had stopped only here......

But that was a trivial problem for me right now.

We were experiencing more serious problems.

"I can't read..."

I can't read this book.

Partially readable, but mostly it just looks like a line of letters.

Exactly the same symptoms as when I read some of the example stone books.

I knelt on the floor disappointed.

I can't read......

Only advanced specialty books can be read as if......!

Besides, the level of illegibility is like a gorilla or a primitive.

Overwhelming... sense of defeat...! Overwhelming... unschooled...! Overwhelming...... gorillas......!

Nodding, hitting me.

Pages of several books spilled on the floor were opened with fallen scissors.

When he casually drops his gaze, he realizes.

Is that it? Just this book, you can read it very well.

Pick up the book and check the title.

"Introduction to Magic I"

------

Then, roughly an hour later.

I was coming to the garden with "Introduction to Magic I" in one hand.

Fishing for the study, he unearthed all 12 volumes of Introduction to Magic.

The author's name is Lübeu Zailane, a sorcerer/Emeritus Halem, a sorcerer.

There are two authors, so they'll be co-authors.

Nothing. A certain number of his own books were placed on Zaylane's bookshelf, scattered among research books. Not only was there this introductory series, but there was also a fairly high level of titled magic studies in his books. Of course, I can't read that one.

In short, if only the contents of this book are done, it's the lights, and it's because of the floating from the surrounding books.

Well, a university professor's lab or something. But that's a common sight.

I mean, I felt like I had a hard look at the author's history of the book collection, and Zaylane herself was doing something like a visiting professor at the university. As far as his background goes, he even had the title of "Grand Mage of the Court", and that bastard looked like a complete elite in his life.

I just read Introduction to Magic I.

I could read it with ease.

Instead, I think maybe it's a book like elementary school reads, this.

It's a complicated feeling......

Note that I feel like I've appropriately called magic and Miracle Mystery Power before, but they officially call it "magic," so I'm going to follow world standards in the future and call it magic, too.

Well, I came out to the garden to test the contents of this book.

Instead, they can't start anything with something called witchcraft unless you try what you're going to do first.

Its contents are called "understanding of attributes”.

Magic in this world...... no, that was “magic”.

There are several types of magic in this world: attributes. Fire attributes or ice attributes? So, there seems to be an innate difference between the “Magic Conversion Rate” of each attribute depending on the individual. If the magic conversion rate of that attribute is high, you can use more powerful magic with a little magic. Conversely, when the magic conversion rate is low, you can only use soggy magic no matter how much magic you put into it. In other words, this is the difference in talent from birth.

Technically, magic conversion rates alone seem to make all talent incalculable, as the total amount of magic the person has in the first place involves a problem here...

In short, it means that there is suitability for magic attributes that can be used by individuals.

For example, even if we confine ourselves to fire magic, various patterns exist, such as "people who can use super amazing fire magic," "people who can only use soggy fire magic," "people who can't use fire magic at all," and "people who can use super amazing fire magic, but soon lose their magic."

Therefore, first of all, we do the "understanding of the attributes”, and after grasping our aptitudes, we stretch the magic of the attributes that are highly magical conversion rate and usable for us. That seems to be the basic magic mastery process.

However, it seems that there are people who can't use magic themselves in the first place.

Nevertheless, I already have a proven track record of using something magical a few times. I don't think it can be used.

No, but...... What attribute magic was that?

Like, gross attributes?

Besides, I, on top of the otherworlds, seem to be the Demon King of Ruin, but in the first place, is the Demon King of Ruin a system profession where ordinary magic can also be used...?

I'm getting subtly anxious, but I'll give it a try anyway.

I found a fun book that might help me survive.

First, yes. Attributes of Fire Let's try the aptitude of magic.

It would be absolutely convenient to use, I'm sure. You don't have to catch fire.

Looks super strong. Just the name fire attribute, already cool.

It feels very protagonistic.

More than in the ancient days of Tai, when it comes to the protagonist, it is the protagonist when it comes to fire and fire.

I carefully depicted the magic formations of the specimens in the primer on the ground using tree branches.

Oh, yeah, yeah. I've always said "magic formation", but it seems to be "magic formation” by world standards.

That's confusing. What the hell, already. Tell me first. Well, that's good...

Draw a circle, uh, draw a line here...

This magic team, not on top of the magic team, seems to be able to assist with the flow of magic and all that so that even beginners can handle simple magic. Mm-hmm. I'm not sure it's subtle when I read the description.

Maybe it's not like a bicycle auxiliary wheel?

It's a simple pattern, and I wouldn't have made a mistake because I drew it while looking at a sample.

It says in the introduction that it's okay to have some boobs.

All right, concentrate your spirit...

With an image that sparks......

I performed a chant.

"Fire!

Nothing happens.

That... that's crazy.

I'll try to rewrite the sorcerers carefully again. All right. This will be good.

I concentrated and chanted again.

"Fire!

…………

Nothing happens.

"Fire!

"[Fire] Heh!!!"

…………

Hmm. I don't seem to have the fire-attribute witchcraft aptitude.

Don't come to the spirit plain, this.

All right. Next, next.

Next we'll try the magic of the Ice Class.

Summer looks cool, and it's the perfect magic trick for me to have a cool attribute.

All right, concentrate......

With the image of condensing moisture in the atmosphere......

"Frost!

…………

Nothing's happening.

"" Frost! "

"[Frostdrop] Huh!!!"

"[Descent/Frost] Heh!!!!!"

Nothing... won't happen...

Suspicions about the poor way the sorcerers portrayed each other have rekindled in me.

I began to redraw the primer with one hand, politely, politely, and again...

------

At some point, the day is tilting.

I was sober in front of the garden magic team.

Since then, I've been redrawing my sorcerers over and over again.

Magic activation was attempted sequentially, such as lightning, wind, water, and fire attributes ( I couldn't give up).

It took a huge amount of time to redraw the sorcery formation for every time it went undeveloped.

I'm already becoming like a half magic team master.

Even if I close my eyes, I think I can draw.

And at this time, new doubts were beginning to arise in me.

Hey, isn't it true that I don't have talent, but that the author of this primer, Lübeu Zailaine, is shit?

That's a possible story! He's full of glorious background and plays a great professor in the book. But its identity is an incompetent bone old man who self-destructed in an attempt to summon the demon king of ruin. No wonder the book was useless.

Mm-hmm. Definitely. All right, that's what I've decided now.

I made one decision, tried the rest of the attributes appropriately and then decided to go fruit hunting. I remember not having lunch yet because I was too enthusiastic about the magic team.

I turn all over the primer.

"The one you haven't tried yet... it's soil attribute magic"

A soil attribute? Well, it looks like plain magic.

Even if I can't use it, it won't do as much damage to my heart as it does.

It's not that I don't have talent in the first place, it's just that Zaylane's book is crap.

It's not like I don't have talent... It's not like I don't have the talent...

It is also troublesome to redraw, so I stood on top of the sorcery team I had already used earlier.

Look through the primer in one hand.

Um. Something... with the image of solidifying the sand grains on the surface earlier on the pinky finger.

"…" Pebble Generation "

Moments.

With a sobering roar, a fierce ground shake and shock wave rolled forward, starting with me standing in the magic formation.

Booms and noises began to thrive as the ground foamed.

The surrounding trees are dug up from their roots so that they are compressed from the bottom by raised ground.

Large trees were knocked down one after the other, as if they were domino knockouts.

- The sight, exactly, is the end of the century.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!?"

I don't understand what's going on, me screaming in fear.

The soil on the raised surface decomposes and diffuses upwards like a storm, adding more volume as it swirls like a tornado in the air, concentrates all over, making spills and creepy noises.

At the corner of his sight, he saw part of the roof of the house collapse due to the aftermath of the shake.

When all the shaking subsided, before my eyes lay an uncleanly destroyed and promising earth and a huge mass of rock more than a dozen metres in diameter.

I'm not sure how much time it actually happened.

But it was a transcendental horror experience that spanned several minutes in my physical time.

I almost lost my hips, pitifully.

... Apparently my aptitude was in the earthly attributes.