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

The whole spiritual world of the dark.

In this special world, there may actually be no great significance for something called 'size'.

Nevertheless, it would have been a bloody downward thought if an object that covered my vision had fallen from overhead at high speeds.

If this had been the real world, the flesh of me and the witch (Kanagi) would have crumbled in an instant.

We were in a sea of raw, warm mucus that tucked around our bodies.

Apparently it was swallowed inside a giant man-shaped hand (no, fingertips). Vision can't be black or tea, but to some extent it looks like it can be seen and breathed.

The herd of darkness that was filling the shore had been crushed by 'hands' and assimilated.

It's me and the elf girl who's left in shape. And I was restrained by the tentacles of glass. It's just the top.

"Ha! Ha!

He exclaimed strangely as his body twisted.

The uplifting body (spirit) slips through the tentacles, which are the beings embodied by the spell of [spiritual domination (mind control)].

The power of the spell is in perfect condition.

However, there is nothing that can be done about his body (spirit) itself, which is the subject, losing its shape.

He's also trying to assimilate himself into the Dark King.

"Stop it! I won't allow you to die!

"This is not about dying, it's just about changing your spirituality (as it seems)...... YEAH! Well, in reality, I'm dead as well..."

I suppose he chose to break his spirit, even though he would be completely brainwashed by the power of the spell.

"... tell me before you disappear! Where are you guys from? Where and what kind of activities do you do!?

"Come on, man! Even if I'm gone... the Devil will come of his own accord... the Third... and the Great Reproduction (Breed)... will begin within a decade! Get out of here!"

The contours of the uplift collapsed, faded, and vanished, scattering hatred without shame or outspoken ears. It loses its place of destination and also extinguishes the tentacles of spiritual domination (mind control).

"Is this...?

A witch shouted in surprise as her uppermost body stared sharply at melting into the surrounding mucus and disappearing.

I noticed her and my body wrapped in a powerful silver barrier.

"It's the effect of the [Mental Defense Wall (Mindwall)] I used before the ritual."

"Please protect us from this glow."

[Mental Defense Wall (Mindwall)] has the effect of blocking any mental attack, as the name suggests.

Without this protection, we would have been swallowed up by the body of the Dark King and lost ourselves, just as we were with the earlier Darks and uproots.

"I still can't..."

It is the very collective consciousness of the Dark Kings, or the Darks, that is now enveloping us.

I tried mental domination (mind control) on this, but from the beginning the energy of the spell went empty and back to nothingness without any help.

It would be nice to have one clear self, like a top, but this is like tying mud with a rope.

"Is this the real 'muddy rope'..."

……

The witch politely flushed my nagging whine.

"You've finished your errands here. I think we should return, don't we?

"That's what we all know. … it was a strange experience."

There is no word to return when told by a witch who had been doing this ritual for five hundred years.

Anyway, the trap set in the ritual of prophecy has been uncovered and the killer has served its original purpose more than vanished (but only the spirit).

At the moment, he also finds it impossible to communicate with the Dark King himself.

This is not about the evil of the dark or about intelligence, but about the fact that the form of thought itself is too different from human beings.

Then all you have to do is go home safely.

"So..."

I saw a yarn truck held by a witch in one hand.

The red thread stretches far above the muddy ocean-like space.

As we gently pulled the thread, our bodies slowly began to emerge.

"... I wonder how the hell it feels to hate humans so much"

Threaded, without necessarily, me and the witch's body are gently guided.

Mucus full of surroundings, the Dark King seemed to be putting up pressure to take us in, but the shining barrier was bouncing back at us.

Am I a little relaxed by the relief, I was remembering a dark worshipper who disappeared as soon as I met him earlier.

"Why? Can you care about someone like that?

The elf witch looks at me more suspiciously than strangely. On the inside, he doesn't think it's the other way around.

"No matter how outrageous and crazy you are, you're the same person.... No, we're not talking about fraternity between humans"

Even in peaceful and rich Japan, there existed humans who worked outrageously with unintelligible motives. Needless to say across the globe.

I've had tough opinions about dealing with criminals from day to day.

"It's just that I could have been more than the same person if something had gone wrong. That's what scares me."

"Lord Wizard..."

What if the environment in which you were born was bad? What if he was in a bully with a mundane hang-up? What if you happen to be seriously ill?

I can't say for sure that I can be sane under any circumstances, etc.

Not to mention that my position is very special right now.

This time, I used a spell I had no choice but to lower the hurdle once is something that makes it easier to lower.

"You can use it only this time" becomes "You can use it for a dark worshipper opponent" and "You can use it for a hostile opponent"... at the end of the day anyone who doesn't care will be brainwashed. There is no guarantee anywhere that it won't be less.

So I must never abandon the stray of 'I may be wrong'.

"Huh!? Lord Wizard!

Less than ten seconds in time, but a witch called me in a screaming voice, silently reflecting on myself.

"Oh, this is..."

I noticed right away too.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh."

Um, I was beginning to hear the cry of the Dark King again.

The surrounding sea of mud also roams violently and seems to be trying to drown us.

Above all, shivers and heavy pressures are exerting on the body protected by the barrier of the spell from all directions.

"Neither did the Dark King intend to let us... No, you didn't intend to let me escape..."

If you believe in the words of the uppermost, I am the only person perceived by the Darks as a 'dangerous individual'.

No matter how different human and dark thoughts are, take this opportunity to eliminate (or assimilate?) Is it natural that

"We need to hurry... can you?

"I will do my best"

An elf girl holds my hand with one hand and closes her eyes.

Two red threads emitted a gentle light, increasing the rate of ascent.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh!"

"... Gu"

You noticed that, the mud resistance and pressure intensified and I exhaled.

I drink saliva when I see that the silver barrier that wraps my whole body begins to fade only if it's my heart.

This, right?

Rather than "red thread," are we talking about "three bills"?

So far I just have to rely on the witch and the red thread. There was another thought in my brain that didn't matter.