The Wizard Raised Through TRPG is Still the Strongest in the Other World

"Come on out!

"Come on, Usnoro!

From outside the iron lattice, a thin, dirty threesome was making a scene.

Her hair is gold and tea, and she's white, no matter how she looks at it from her face. In leather armor, he hangs axes and swords on his back and hips.

Well, I don't know, I'm a bandit to see...

……

Even when I tried to calm down, my body was actually getting stiff.

I've never had a fight or anything since I grew up, and I've never been tangled up in defects.

Meanwhile, the three in front of them clearly show a crude attitude that they are accustomed to violent shakedowns.

"Damn, it's not a hassle."

One man came in unlocking the iron lattice, as if he had just realized that I could not open the iron lattice myself.

"Um... Huh!? Wow."

Soon as he gets up, he slaps an unforgiving punch in his belly.

[Invincible] is a spell that adds resistance to weapons and magic. In other words, the damage caused by biological fists cannot be prevented.

Severe pain in the stomach and stuffy breath.

"What the hell is this guy?"

I can't even speak, and the threesome drags me out of jail to the aisle.

It was the figure of a young woman trapped in a cell next door who entered her sight for a moment while being dragged through a short passage.

"... ah"

For a moment, I gazed at the woman, but I couldn't afford to exchange words.

"'Cause you're gonna be so cute after the end of this guy!

"Hino."

Instead a man shouts a humble voice, a woman screams, but I can't do anything that was panicking with fear and pain. Tears seeped in pity as well as pain.

Through the door at the end of the aisle, it was a courtyard surrounded by heavy stone walls. Along the stone wall in the front, this is also built with stone towers.

Crude men have been all over the place, looking at me, making me mock and curse.

"Ese, you're a magician."

"Let him escape by sorcery. Yikes!

"I just got buried!

Ethe, what do you mean by magician? Even if I think about it, I don't naturally have an answer. I was knelt around the center of the courtyard.

Then finally they rested their hands on the assault, so they could observe their surroundings with their eyes alone. I have an idea about this kind of sight. Maybe this is in a fort or a castle. And the bandit Ajito, I guess. It's like a scene in a game, but when you become a party, you're not very much in the mood to enjoy it.

A man in a robe came out of the front building as he was held down for a few minutes. I have a wand in my left and right hands one at a time.

Looks nervous, moustache on cheeky face, pointy nose.

Apparently this wasn't a bandit's azit, it was a fortress of evil magicians.

Who the hell are you?

A man in the robe suddenly heard in a tall voice.

"Where did you get this wand!? What do you have to do with Arfalsar!?

I'm going to let you ask questions even quicker before this one answers. On a good note, one of the wands he had was mine.

Wizardry Stuff, a powerful item created by Gio at the expense of half of his estate at the time to celebrate reaching 36 levels.

"Wow, I... ah... Wow, I'm just a wizard named Geo Margils. The wand is personal, and I have no idea about Arphal or anything."

I'm about to say my name - mine, who was a company employee in Japan - and I'll say it again. Yes, I am in a different world. Um, no safe, clean Japanese law, no police, no ethics to protect me.

"Don't lie to me! You have no magic! You are not a magician!

"What?"

No magic?

"Answer me properly. Whoa!

"Oops!?

A bandit lying on his side kicked up my belly, voicing an unexpected loss between them.

"Ha-ha-ha... whoa...!? Ooh..."

"Hiccup. Pathetic!

"Get more guts if you want to get stuck!

It hurts too much to make my head white. I've never lived this much violence in 42 years. And what scared me more than violence was their inferior laughter, who wouldn't remember any conscience blame for that.

"I don't feel any magic on this wand either...... but. This is certainly magic!

A lightning bolted down the ground between me and the man as the man in the robe wielded his wand. The brilliance of the blue and white thunderlight burns his eyes, a moment late and a roar sounds.

"Whew!?"

"Hino!?"

The lightning itself vanished in an instant, but to the impact of light and sound, me and the threesome had buttcakes on. Because the lightning struck the ground. It was pushed by a shockwave. The bandits around them are also stunned.

"Sugee... Whatever..."

"I've never seen such magic..."

Damn. The [lightning (lightning)] spell that was' ready (charging) 'to the wizardry staff. The' D&B 'magic item is relatively easy to understand how to use it, so no wonder he can handle it...... The wand doesn't have magic, either. What? I can't think properly with pain and fear.

"What the hell is a magic prop without magic!? If not for the sorcerers of Arfalsar, were they developed by the sages fools!? Spit it out!

"Spit or nothing...... whoops!

The threesome and the robe guy seem to be breathing ahua. Once again, the assault of beating and kicking strikes me.

"Hmm... right, I get it. Are you licking me? This great magician, Master Jargle."

"Ooh. Don't lick me... damn."

The only thing I can do is round my body and endure a threesome of violence, Robe's man...... the jergle looks pretty.

Command the threesome to stand me up for a blur. I can't even move because they hold my sides from left to right.

"Ha!"

The jergle poked up his wand, which he had in his other hand, and somehow raised his temper voice.

"Ice Arrow!

Something pops out of the tip of my wand... and it pierces my shoulder!

"Damn...... yaaaa!!

Heavy pain with hot stuff piercing your shoulders. If you look. But what I'm stabbing at was a stick made of ice...... an arrow.

Magic! I shot an ice arrow with magic!

Funny, what's my magic? [Invincible (invinciville)] should disable magic! Or how high level of magic is this!?

"What do you say, what's the taste of real magic? If you don't want to be ice pickled, you're gonna tell the truth!

"That's Mr. Jergle. Yikes!

"I'm done with guys like this!

"... guh... ooh..."

Neither the voices of the jergles nor the voices of the bandits are in my ears. It hurts like the inside of my shoulder is chopped up. The only thing on my mind confused by violence and severe pain for the first time in my life was fear and... anger.

I don't like it hurting anymore. Getting killed? I don't want to die. Help me. I want to run.

Why am I looking at you like this? I didn't do anything.

"What do we do next?

abruptly.

The words of a nostalgic gamemaster came back to life after tearing my thoughts apart, which was at the extreme of confusion.

That's right. I've gotten through dozens of these pinches.

Forced to contain the penetration into myself of 'Not in the Game', I began to figure out how to open things up. Ignore all pain and curse. For the first time I felt 'Life in Danger' abnormally sharpened my concentration. Immediately, we conclude that we have no choice but to use a spell.

I chose one spell from a list of 'ready' spells that flowed fast into my head. It's a spell to stop the journal completely and even intimidate the bandits enough. Perhaps there is no better option than a spell for the Jergle to escape than he also has a spell document. Of course it also excludes spells that would kill him instantly.

"What's wrong, just answer!

"Don't make up your mind. Yikes!

"Ha ha."

He was kicked off his back and knocked down to the ground at the front. I punch him in the face or in the stomach and he gets stuck breathing, but he eats up his teeth and looks up at the jergle.

I cast a spell with astonishing calm.

"This spell makes him a stone statue. [Petrified (Stoned)]"

Both the construction of the "inner realm" and the passage of the "Demon Gate" were much smoother than at first. I was releasing the power of the spell on the fifth tier, The Magician's Spell Library, just to chill out and whine about something from a jerk or bandit.

"Then do my magic again... heh?

Neither the jergles nor the bandits would have known at first what had happened.

I saw both ankles of the jersey discolored from shoe to shoe...... stone grey.

"Feet... what the heck is this!? Don't move. Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Ankle discoloration, or petrification, erodes the body of the tibia, knees, legs and jersey at an unrelenting rate.

Robes and flesh together.

I would have understood what was happening to me and to the bandits at the time I was stoned to the waist.

"What's going on!?"

"It's a stone... Master Jergle is coming to stone!

"Don't move!? My body is moving. No!

Both legs were also completely petrified. The jersey was turning bright blue and screaming. The surrounding bandits, including the threesome that was holding me back, are wandering.

"Kill him! Kill him!

At the same time as the scream of the jersey, I felt something touch my back and turned around.

"... hey, what the fuck!

A bandit is stiff in a sword-piercing position. Apparently, the [Invincible (Invisible)] spell finally helped.

"Son of a bitch!

"What the hell are you doing stabbing me?!?"

They beat axes and swords to tears with the three of us, but they are inhibited by the barrier that covers my body, and I can't even make a mild impact.

If they'd calmed down here and held me down with my bare hands, I might have ended up here too.

But the bandits didn't seem to be able to afford that much.

"Ahhh! Stop, stop! Stop it! Takeshi..."

At that time, the face of the jersey was distorted by fear, but the erosion of the petrification proceeded with total mercy. A few seconds later, he was completely turned into a stone statue with an unbroken expression.

At first, I felt guilty about using such spells on humans, but I'm not so sympathetic.... Once petrified, it can be undone by another spell. I reclaimed some room and stroked my chest down... but as soon as I did, my shoulder ache came back to life and looked up.

"Ha... Ha... hey..."

The fort was quiet. All you can hear is my rough breathing noise. After a minute or so, or perhaps a shorter tranquility, one bandit approached the dreaded jersey.

"... oh, hey..."

"Ja, jergle...... Dear Sir?

Touching the hardened jersey in an unnatural position, the stone statue, which was the jersey, slowly fell.

It sounds pretty good because it's a big stone statue of a human being.

"It's really stoned..."

"Oh, he did it...?

The sight of the bandits gathered in the rolling jergle statue turned to me. Of course, with a face distorted by fear and anxiety, not with an insult until just now.

I thought it was a nasty thing, but it's not the case because of shoulder pain.

Anyway, I want to get rid of these guys as soon as possible.

If so... if so... I can't get my head around the pain.

"What do we do next?

I felt like I heard the inquiring voice of my oldest fellow TRPG and trusted gamemaster again.