Three years after D Genesis Dungeon

When I opened my eyes, the room was pale.

A thin moon, like the eyes of a Cheshire cat, hung in the starless sky visible from a large window on his left hand, dyeing everything pale.

Hot as my face melts. It was as if it were blurred with innumerable little flames from beneath the skin.

The man looked sideways at his weary side in the window, thinking back to what had happened to him, as if nothing more.

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The men chose the moonless day of the month to attack the night forest where the werewolves lived.

The guide was an old man who dragged his leg named Husseslav, who was familiar with the night forest and had a grudge against the werewolves.

On the Day of Hope, the Werewolves, alone, who can deal with only a thousand people, are so fragile that they can see it differently on the Day of Sook.

Inferior in number, they, with the help of the woods, lost their necks with one, and one more, and reduced in number, and, in the end, a man of the attacker stood before a woman who seemed to be the queen.

"What the hell are you doing here?

The woman asked the man so with a majestic voice, not showing how she was afraid either.

As the man silently restarted his gigantic sword, he stuffed between twitching and turning to her.

With the pressure emanating from the woman, time stretched like hot water candy, and space clumped around her body to stick, rapidly increasing its density.

"Can't you just listen to me? We can only end up here."

After the passage of a moment that seemed to be eternal, the sound disappeared from the surroundings and the noise of intense strife was now only grumbling like a distant tide.

"Is that all you have to say?

When I turned to the man who asked me so, with a woman or a luscious grin, I spinned the words of curse from my slutty lips, with a voice that seemed to be power itself.

"Anyone who does it must be rewarded."

The words uttered, with mighty force, pierced the man's body and destroyed the equipment granted numerous protections.

The man waved down the sword he shook up as far as he could without going through the broken gear and himself, and when he saw the woman become two - he lost his mind as it was.

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From what the moon looked like, it didn't seem like that time had passed since then.

The man, terribly thirsty, tried to call someone but couldn't speak properly.

I had no choice but to stand up with my fluttering feet propped up on the edge of the bed, dragging a heavy chunk of meat as if even lead was swallowing it, and opened the door.

The left of the door is a dead end. Apparently, this was the more and more clogged room in this building. On the right, there was a corridor stretching far ahead, and outside a large window a little further away, a desert-like world that was just pale.

The man, looking for a shadow, started walking at a crawling speed down the hallway.

- When the hell is this now, and where am I?

The effect of the last curse, or beneath my gums, I felt like the queen's slutty lips were crawling and growing up big as I scattered my gums.

Behind his lips, he's sprinkled with blood and pus as he hangs and gradually turns white.

- Payback?

My lips swelled up big and gradually stopped aligning with my lower lips, and my eyes gradually buried in the meat, feeling like my field of view was narrowing.

It burns and melts little by little as the cheekbones are smashed into a small flock of flames.

Soon, when Fiber Moon hung out the window and felt as if she had become one rotten meat, one door looked to her right at the end of her walk, not knowing how much she had walked.

I felt like I could feel something for a living there, and I sped up my legs. Only a few moments later I could hang my hand on the knob on that door, when I thought about it, the knob on the door made a noise and spinning.

I'm still touching (...) and (...) and (...) and (...) and (...)!

So, it was the woman who came out the door.

The moment the woman turned to me, her eyes opened wide and froze her expression with fear before screaming like a scream to scratch the glass.

Behind me? Something in there? Damn, I didn't bring a weapon!

I was ready, I looked back quickly, and that's how I saw a monster in the window with a right (...) half (...) minute (...) face that was what (...) was not a person!

In an attempt to jump at it, the moment I lowered my back, I looked at the person who moved exactly the same way...

- I screamed.

"Whew!"

I jumped up in a shocked voice and accidentally checked my face with both hands. I felt my usual, never-before-seen face there.

As usual, the world existed there, and the difference, to say the least, was that the back of the t-shirt was surprisingly wet with sweat.

"... what a dream"

I was deeply exhaled when I fell into bed again, rebelling the impression of a dream rapidly fading from above my consciousness.

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- What a dream.

I woke up sweaty on the bed. In the corner of Isabella's eye, I saw David sitting in a chair looking at this one.

"What's up?

"That man, you're so distorted."

Dreams are basically expressions of the situation or aspirations or deep consciousness in which the person is placed.

The ethereal world, the werewolf exorcism, and his own appearance mutated only half by the curse he received. I wonder what the hell I can do. She would have been convinced if the bodies of the missing women had been frozen in the basement of the building across the street.

”Nightmare” Isabella.

As her name suggests, she is the owner of an unknown skill called Nightmare.

It was like a kind of empathetic witchcraft where you could get into the dream of the last person you kissed and manipulate that dream into a complex (...) cluttered (...) lu (...) - (...) lu (...) 's (...) as well.

Whatever it is in your dreams, as long as you have the right situation in place, any secrets will be readily exposed.

Since she has been able to use this power, she has taken numerous men into her hands and ruined them.

She acquired this skill by being (...) used by (...) a previously dating Explorer man.

Anyway, many of my skills are deadly. How can "Nightmare" be a skill with a name that isn't? For a man, it was revenge.

That's how it turned out to tailor just a little luscious Playgirl into a real fam fatal.

That was arguably the strongest humint not rarely, but she only used the ability for herself. I didn't know how to use it.

That's why nobody knew about this - it was supposed to be. Until I met the man sitting there.

"Antisocial desires and perverted behavior are something everyone sinks into their minds, right?

David knew humans to the point of breaking off that he was a rare liar, assuming there was one that said nothing like that.

"That fucking psychiatrist takeover and sale?

Humph and her nose rang and she spit out hatefully.

Considering the psychiatrist who leaked information to this man, I still can't contain the upset, though, and I wasn't greatly dissatisfied with the current environment where I could luxury as long as I listened to this troublesome man.

Beauty fades. She understood the matter well and was afraid.

Before that, I was in a hurry to do something, but the anxiety of not knowing what to do was one trigger for what she called a fucking psychiatrist.

"I went through it with people called scattered celebrities... well, it was quite different from what I'd say."

David raised an eyebrow, but didn't ask what it was like. I'm not interested in that.

"So what's the lead?

"Nothing. I haven't even spoken to him, and only he and one woman appeared outside of recap. He dreamed in a dead city where no one was, and later he was just walking '

David didn't understand one thing about the situation right now, but it didn't matter there so far.

"What about Phantom's shadow?

"Not at all."

If there was room for Phantom to appear in that dream, it would be enough to be literally nestled like a ghost in the Ethereal Desert.

'Anyway, I've figured out a lot like that guy's wavelength, so you can create a situation where you're gonna need Phantom for the real thing and have him call it in.'

'How long will it take?

"First, we need to set up a situation where Phantom will be needed and investigate the details of the world… If we were to set the location in the dungeon, we would need more information about the dungeon"

The reconstruction of the other person's familiar world is easy for those who don't need to explain the world, but they can't help but wonder because the details would make them suspicious if they weren't quite made.

Conversely, if you are not familiar with the world, you will not be greatly cared for where you were lying, but now you will need to explain that world.

I thought it would take a month.

"You can't do that."

Mainly due to physical distance limitations, I was temporarily loaned the second floor of the apartment just behind the target's residence from (...) friends (...) of DGSE (French Directorate-General for External Security), but this apartment was an odd place with a large number of suspicious foreigners in and out of.

It was a mystery how DGSE owned such an apartment in a timely manner, but apparently the target people were under surveillance by intelligence services around the world, and they couldn't help but actually get the job done.

In any case, we're not going to be working with the DGSE team, and we need to return it to them in the near future.

"If you have a world of unnecessary details that you can use without great discomfort, you'll soon be able to work on it."

David put his arms together when he heard Isabella say away that there would be no such thing.

A world where you will need phantoms and no environmental details.

There's such a convenient world.

"There is."

"What?

"It's a world that's going to need phantoms and no environmental details."

"Heh."

Not 'unnecessary', 'no' world? Isabella hammered vigilantly.

When this man looks like this, it's when he comes up with something that's not even Rokuro. We've only been dating for about a year now, but she knew that very well.

This man has more lust for money and power than a crowd, but his desire for dominance far outweighed it. I like to see people dancing on my hands more than anything else.

Treating a woman like a tool and looking like she might have selfish sex, but in fact, she's the type of person who wants to serve her thoughts and subjugate a woman with pleasure. At that time, no means will be chosen. Medicine, tools, anything. Should I say service sad?

In the end, David and Isabella feared each other in their hearts. Thanks to this, a perfect balance was maintained. More than anything else, you want to spend money on it.

David then began to explain to her what he had come up with.