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

What "Top Up" said was an invitation to me.

"You want me to be a demonist?

"You don't have to be a demonist. If you drop me on that meteorite or on the town or village of Bang Bang."

……

That's half the question I expected.

Of course, the answer can only be 'NO', but I'd like to prolong the conversation a little more and pull the information out.

"What's in it for me to be one of you?

"If there is... does that mean it won't perish right now?

Three-day moon-shaped fissures were created at the top of the mouth.

Smile.

"Lord Wizard!

'They' appeared as if they had signaled the sharp voice of the witch (Kanagi).

Behind the top, an ugly figure emerges on the shore where a wave of mud strikes.

The shadows, which were one or two at first, soon became large enough to fill the shore.

Red tea or pitch black? Gray?

The body color is not constant at all.

But its shape is definitely dark.

"Ga, ga, gaga..."

"Gigi......"

"Ma, Mal... Margil... S..."

A bunch of ghosts lined up like walls behind the top.

The whole thing, obviously, called my name.

"... Baron Corval... or...?

A finely twisted body, a little ghost with two tiny horns... whose face was once that Corbal Baron who fought in the city of Lellis.

His soul, which died then, was imprisoned here.

"'Death' here is the death of the heart. If we don't, if we detain them here, the flesh of the real world will be abandoned."

He explains kindly whether he wants us to understand that it is an absolutely unfavourable situation.

"Meanwhile, magic doesn't work in this dark spirit.... Lord Margils must have mastered special sorcery from The Book of Reason in the World... but still, he's powerless here"

You're misunderstanding something.

Perhaps he speaks in his knowledge of the 'magic' seen and heard by dark worshippers (demonstrators) and demons, such as Baron Corbal, who fought me.

... Well convenient.

"I'm sorry, it's a serious decision. Just give me a minute."

My face would be distorted by bitterness.

Raise one hand to hide it and lag back.

"Gigga...... Gah, gah!

"Gigi... Gigi..."

A crowd of darkness closes in jizzily enough to block sight so that it can be sucked in.

"We've talked enough, haven't we? As far as I'm concerned, you can be as satisfied as you can be with being abandoned here, right?

"Lord Wizard? No way......"

The lid seems slightly irritating.

The witch looks at this one anxiously as she stands to protect me.

It's true that I want time, and it's not a lie that it's a serious decision.

Except we're talking about a completely different decision than the witch thinks.

……

I was beginning to chant powerful words, spells, hiding my mouth with one weakly raised hand.

There are two problems.

One is ethical issues. No matter how many of them are out-of-the-way dark worshippers and blackmailers who are using this one's life as a shield, it means that they are in the middle of a discussion.

But I don't have a choice anymore.

I am not a knight. We cannot afford to miss this opportunity and leave a great source of disaster in the future.

The other is more serious, in short, the question of whether a spell can be used within this dark spiritual world.

For once, right after diving the "door," I tried diving into the "inside world," so I think it's okay.

"... it's still 'heavier' than usual"

of "The Insider" I shrugged.

Now I am, 'Me in the inner realm I imagine in the dark consciousness I imagine in reality'.

It is more like dreaming in a dream (which is also consciously).

Expressing that discomfort would mean 'heavy'.

In the usual 'inner realm', for example, the lantern's light illuminates about five meters around. But the light we have now can only reach right in front of us, and beyond that is darkness. We need a concentration where brain cells are likely to be destroyed just by imagining a sight about a few dozen centimeters around us.

It's natural to say that you have more than twice as much labor in your brain as you usually do.

"... the eight tiers are far away..."

Heavy head, body, and poor prospects.

It's like putting on a hammer and diving down a demon gate in the footsteps of being underwater, down the stairs.

Desperately down the spiral staircase, we reach the eighth tier, the Master's Spell Library.

Heavy doors were opened as rusted, approaching the 'ready (charged)' books on a nine-lined writing stand.

"Whether this guy (...) can be used here... please..."

"Hmm, come on, please? We won't wait any longer, will we?

Reality - in this case, the spiritual world of the dark - then raised one hand like an ultimatum.

At the same time, I, the "inner realm of the inner realm," free up the energy of chaos condensed in books.

"... this spell holds the spirit of the whole subject in his hands, turning him into a faithful servant. [Mental domination (mind control)]"

Biki, Biki, Biki.

Hard sounds like thick ice crushing.

From my feet, it sounds like dozens of glassy tentacles ejected into silver.

The glass tentacles extend in an instant to the top, wrapping around its cloudy white body.

"!? Ko, this is!? Magic!? Stupid!

"Lord Wizard!?

Uppercut stunned and slammed his hands and feet.

But the power of the glass tentacles (perhaps embodied by the energy of the spell) is overwhelming, and he is turned into a geese.

"It's a spell that dominates the other's spirit and forces them to subordinate"

"Such power..."

"... I didn't just want to use this spell..."

Eight-Level Spell [Spiritual Domination (Mind Control)].

A spell that affects the spirit of an opponent is at the top.

Unlike the lower [curse of compulsion (Geass)] and others, the opponent who was ruled in spirit by this spell is not even aware that he was cast a spell, and will swear absolute loyalty to the operator.

I can't just make you commit suicide, but otherwise I can make you act against the beliefs and creeds of the subject.

It is precisely brainwashing.

In-game, anyway, using such spells in reality to manipulate the human spirit would undoubtedly be an evil act.

When you find out you're going to infiltrate the spiritual world of the dark in the ritual of prophecy, prepare yourself in case of possibility......

"Good, I guess..."

... Only this time I couldn't help it because of the other person and the situation. I just have to tell myself that.

"Damn! Ugh... Ma, Margilsssssssssssss..."

There are several tentacles of glass creeping into the skull.

It's an overly gross sight, but I was feeling the power of the spell was dominating his spirit.

"Let these demons down first! And then... first, I want you to tell me your name and your position... and then I want you to tell me everything."

The duration of [mental domination (mind control)] is' permanent until it is broken '.

It is worthwhile to subordinate the executives of the Dark Worshipers (demonstrators).

"Shit, Shizuku..."

A flashing voice leaked out of his sloppy, left-right, lowered, fissured mouth.

Perhaps we can take this to the destruction of the Dark Worshipper (Demonist).

Even if we can't contain the very emergence of the dark, that's a great achievement.

A moment when consciousness is turned to a small but strong light of hope.

"So, come, ru, ah!!

The cleavage in his mouth spread like a fallen.

Raise your arms high, even if you don't mind the glass tentacles tearing your white body (i.e. your spirit) apart.

Before the understanding catches up with what's going on.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh"

A bunch of ghosts that were a little down, far beyond that.

Soon he turned his face to this one, a soaring giant. "The Dark King".

That 'hand' of a size comparable to that of a castle or town was waved down to us.