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

Following the back of the witch (Kanagi), I dived the 'door'.

There was no light of magic, but I don't feel crippled.

It's the same thing surrounded by darkness, but for some reason I can feel the surrounding conditions.

At the end of the 'door' was a cave to the point where a few people could walk side by side.

Floors and walls are closer to hardened clay than rocks.

The cave was slowly downhill, with raw, warm winds flowing loose.

It was supposed to be a top notch, creepy and dangerous situation among all the adventures I've ever been through, but no wonder and no fear.

It's close to the feeling that you're dreaming quite clearly in one way or another.

Well, this is the world of the dark consciousness that broke in via the witch (Kanagi). It's the same spiritual world as the 'inner world' when using magic.

It is, in extreme terms, similar to what you are dreaming about.

"... I'm sorry, could you give me a moment?

"How did you do it?

With one unclear head, I was remembering the first thing to do here.

When I stopped speaking to the witch, I closed my eyes on the spot.

…………

"Um, what if? Lord Wizard?"

Perfect ten seconds. A witch called out to me when I was in silence.

I open my eyes because it was just fine.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I was just doing some experiments. It's okay now."

"? May I speak to your left..."

The witch opened her neck and started walking.

It's bad for her, but this place is already in the dark consciousness, that is, the enemy formation.

I couldn't put the results of the experiment in my mouth and tell them.

It even goes down a clay cave that looks almost identical.

The sense of time has disappeared on the road where the elf girl and my breath and footsteps are simply repeated in a monotonous manner.

I don't know how much the fact that Leiha is at the end of the yarn wheel that I grabbed on my left hand, the red thread that extends from it, has saved me.

Think about the myths you just heard in order to stay conscious.

"Orlol and Callis".

Whatever you think, it has the same structure as the Greek myth on Earth. So I simply didn't think there was a monster waiting for me at the end of this cave...

Based on the fact that the place where we are now is the "other world" of the Dark Consciousness, it seems that this situation is close to the "Underworld Visiting Tan".

Isanagi went down to Yellow Springs to bring back the dead Isanami.

Orpheus, who also went down to the underworld for his dead wife, Eurydeke.

The two mythological falls are all the same, but the important thing is that they are committing the taboo 'Don't Look' in the Land of the Dead.

Will I do the same at the end of this adventure?

"Come on, it's all over again."

"Oh, oh... Right, good."

The voice of the witch connected my consciousness, which was about to sink into the sea of thought.

I was a little far away from her and pack it up.

"You've certainly changed the atmosphere."

I notice the wind from the end of the cave starting to catch cold air.

Beyond the darkness, which was thought to last forever, a small dot of light was born.

When it comes to light, it's white, cloudy as a cloudy sky, not the light of day.

Still, it's better than darkness. If the light gradually spreads and becomes the exit of the cave, I and the witch unconsciously become a little quicker.

"... here...?

A warm breeze hit my face.

The only way to extend your sight to a full cup of sight is to say that if you are forced to describe it, it is' a sea plain of wild mud '.

The exit of the long descending cave reached was the coast of the sea of mud.

Rocks of varying shapes and sizes accumulate in the areas that touch the beach.

Of course, what spreads as far as we can see is neither real mud nor the sea.

A 'wave' strikes at your feet from the red-brown 'sea'.

If you hit a black rock and gazed at every drop of splashed splash, it was a minimal darkness.

He looks like a deformed doll, but he's definitely a little or a giant ghost.

Actually a living, dark individual, I guess that doesn't mean.

Splashes splashed on rocks… countless very small darkeners… lose their shape like clay dissolved in water and assimilate to rocks or return to the sea.

And above all.

It's a giant human form that soars to cover the leaded sky (possibly the ceiling).

The silhouette resembles the supermassive darkness I saw in Philsand.

The legs are short and the arms and torso are unusually long. He had folded his tufted body and put his hands on the surface of the sea.

The head is almost cylindrical, with three tears in the eye and mouth.

As for the atmosphere, the 'nest' of the dark. Close to a pitch-black sphere that lets you call the dark from different worlds.

The sense of distance was already confusing.

The distance from the human form seemed to be several hundred meters or even dozens of kilometers, and the size itself seems to be changing every time it turns to consciousness, from about super skyscrapers to mountain ranges.

Clearly, I am confident that I am going mad if not in the present situation of half my dreams.

... No, I can manage to stay sane right now, or maybe just because of the [Mental Defense Wall (Mindwall)] spell.

Whatever, from then on, it would be like ants or dust, such as our presence.

Fortunately, the human form stands up for nothing and doesn't look interested in this one.

".................. is it hell?

Such words were leaked also because they could confirm that the human form did not show any particular movement.

"This sea of mud… No, space itself is the spirit of the whole darkness. That human form seems to symbolize, to some extent, the part of it that was order, or 'will' or 'personality'."

The witch explains it. Your voice is just stiff.

"So that human form is' King of the Dark '..."

I mean, it's not like I can communicate with the will after all.

Even if the Dark One had one consciousness or personality as a whole, it's a different question of whether it can be understood by humans.

But how did the witch pull the information out of the array?

"I think it's time for you to move."

"... whoa?

A witch lurked in the shadows of the rocks and watched as she hid herself from The Dark King, even somewhat.

You didn't even hear that voice, but the cloud-like giant begins to lift his neck in a blunt motion.

"Oooh... Oooh..."

I can't tell if that's the roar of 'The Dark King' or the sound of waves or wind.

Along with the creepy sound, the human shape twisted its neck and two black holes...... pointed its eyes at a point in the sky.

An unstable sky (?) that is gray or earthy.

The part where the gaze of "The Dark King" turned shook and began to create meaningful shapes.

"Is that... me!?

At the corner of the sky (?), it was the black and white footage that appeared at the end of the gaze of The Dark King.

In some cave.

The man in the robe is poking his wand. Forty years of familiarity, it's me.

When the perspective in the video moves, it also shows noble men who are screaming and disturbing something, and altars assembled with dark carcasses.

"Those are the memories of the devils. When the Darks are 'remembering' the sights of the past, paintings without colour appear like that"

"This is the memories of the Darks... if the Darks share their will in the whole thing, so do memories"

If you often catch my own memories, thank you. This is footage from when I confronted Baron Corval in the underground lake in the city of Lellis.

The fact that it also shows Baron Corbal......

"Is that the memory of the priest of the Dark Worshiper (Demonist)?"

It would be unlikely that I could remember this footage from that point of view other than the priest.

The brains of those who are known as the possessed (Horned) among the devil worshippers (demonstrators) are nestled with dark worms. Using that as a mediator, human memory and consciousness are also shared by the demons.

The mouth of a baron filled with anger and despair spread across the corner of the sky.

Its mouth opens and closes to the same shape over and over again.

"Margils! Margils!

It was my name he was screaming.

I thought there was no audio just video, but a 'voice' mixed in with the wind blowing vast muddy sea fields that can't be human or mechanical begins to echo my name.

"Margils! Margils!

"It was also by this memory and by name that I saw and heard it. After this, there was a video of the focus opening in Mount Foresight, so that kind of misunderstanding..."

Somehow, there was no occasion for me and the Barons of Corbal to fight in the memory of being reflected in the sky.

It's just that my appearance and that of the baron calling my name will be spread out.

Were you editing your memories to reflect this on the assumption that the witch was watching...?

"Oh, take a look"

When I was thinking about it, I slightly tilted the cylindrical head where the human form protruded long enough to lose its sense of reality.

Another image begins to appear so as to match the change in the orientation of the gaze.

"Now what...?

Painted in a pale contrast like ink painting, was the sight of an army of darkness being swept away by a giant explosion.

"Is this... the Battle of Phil Sandwich?

The video, expressed in gloomy darkness, continues.

A scene where a little ghost is shattered by a meteorite blast.

A scene where a giant ghost is blown away with a giant's jar.

A horse floating in the sky staring up at the head of a rolling rock ghost. A man of robes spanning horses.

It's me.

"You see me more of a villain from a dark perspective..."

"Oohhhhhh..."

"Margils! Margils!

The sky monitors were somehow filled with the appearance of 'me' from various angles.

The grudging roar and hate-filled call of the Dark King flows through the space incessantly.

"Because you are an individual who can destroy the armies and nests of the dark..."

From what I have examined beforehand, it is unlikely that a demon will recognize an individual.

Sometimes, for example, they take operational action to target commanders and powerful warriors on the battlefield.

But that's a reaction to human roles. No matter how many ants humans observe, the distinction between soldier ants and working ants will be the same as not being able to discern the solids of the same soldier ants.

But the premise is covered.

"Because ants are like mutant ferocious individuals, even ants...?

Leaning against the elf witch in the shadows of the rocks, we discuss this unusual and odd place and the intentions of the dark.

I turned to her the question that had come here and boiled down in Russia.

"But when we actually look at it like this, it's still... the demons are too heterogeneous with us. Even if it's good to recognize an individual named me, isn't it unnatural for a demon to think of a plot to manipulate information and defeat me?

"I think so too. So..."

"Exactly."

Abruptly, the voice of a third party sounded.

At the end of the gaze I raised in dismay, there was a thing that appeared without even making me feel signs.

This is also a human form......

Bright white tops.

No eyes, no mouth, but a voice did flow from around its head... a human voice.

"Welcome, and nice to meet you. Lord Gio Margils, the Great Wizard"