Different Dream Worlds - Reborn Cheats and Mysterious Skills to Build Different Worlds

─ ─ My routine is terribly boring.

Wake up in the morning, pick up breakfast by yourself, and go to school. At school, I kill my time by reading my favorite lanobes and cartoons, and after school, my daily routine working part-time.

Only time passes for pranks. Even if you have a few or only friends to play with, you can't enjoy it from the bottom of your heart, it's just a leisure break.

The only time I get filled is when I'm immersed in a different world story. So I liked people's creations. The world in other people's heads was comfortable and terribly calm.

That's probably because I'm a little different than the others. But if you look, there will be quite a few guys who can do the same thing as me. It's unusual, but it doesn't mean I've never heard of it at all. In this information society, I think we have the opportunity to hear or see it.

Differences between me and others.

It's about being able to dream clearly.

That's all it was capable of, but enough to deny my reality.

─ ─ Hinata Ridge (Leiji).

That's my name. Age is 16. I go to a nearby high school. My parents died in an accident when I was in second grade. I'm the only one left in this world.

After the death of my parents, I live alone in the city where I spent time with my parents because I am now close to high school to escape the house of a relative who took me away for estate purposes.

My pleasure is dreaming.

In dreams magic can be used as if it were a different world, with demons and beasts. There are flora and fauna that I have never seen, and there are many things I don't know.

Curiosity about it satisfies me.

So much so that I don't think my brain created it, there's a lively people's life there, systematized.

I liked the world in those dreams. Such a place where you can never do what you want because it's a dream, but you can't do it in real life.

I haven't been real since, I've lived there.

I recognized that was my world.

So, when I'm in real life, I feel nauseous. Why am I tied to a world like this?

This place is cramped and free.

Once done and fine laws. A life dictated by one's talents.

I wanted to live more freely. I don't need family, friends or lovers. I just wanted to live alone, free and without being tied up. I had a place where it would come true.

So, I hate reality.

If it's going to come true, I want to live in my dreams alone. I always thought so.

However, reality is a must in order to dream. I had no choice but to live.

Dine to dream, work for everyday life, think about the future to keep dreaming, study to get a good job.

That's my way of life in real life.

It's like being inert and alive. There's something else I want to do, but I don't want to live and live in reality.

I had no choice.

Dine without choice, work without choice, study without choice.

What's so fun about reality like that?

Dreams are still good. An encounter with something strange gives me a real sense that a hard life, a bloody death battle with demons, is alive. It's a dream.

I also know my thoughts are uneven that it's a funny story. But for me, reality was like a birdcage with nothing.

So I indulged in a dream.

Because it was the real reality for me in my dreams.

Keen Corn Keen Corn......

School is finally over today. I guess I'm not the only one who thinks so. Later, if you complete the dishwashing labor, you have a pleasant dream ahead of you.

I stood up for a part-time job when I handled the textbooks I used in today's class in my bag. Then...

"Hey, Ridge, wait!

If they call me by name, I turn around. It seems like such a natural thing could be a hassle.

"... what is it, Haruki?

It was a dark-haired classmate named Haruki Kujo who stopped me from coming home. He's the one who's gonna get involved with me for some reason. Let me tell you without misunderstanding, I'm not bullied by this guy or anything like that.

Instead, the opposite is true, basically the kind of person who persists in trying to get involved with me without trying to get involved with the people of this world.

"What... you promised to go karaoke on your way home today, didn't you? Don't try to get home first."

Haruki often invites me to play this way. Honestly, it's annoying to me, but it's also hard to make excuses to escape every time. Except today.

"I got a part-time job today. I'm busy in December."

"What, again... but it's annual party season, so what choice do we have? But I'll make it up to you."

"I won't."

"Why not! That's about it, mind me my best friend..."

Don't fool people's best friends on your own.

"... it's time to go"

"Ah, hey! Don't forget to make up for it, Ridge!

I couldn't stand it any sooner, I used my time as an excuse to leave the place. Ignore Haruki's troublesome invitation.

But basically, the gaze from my classmates, who can turn to me over and over again to make fun of Spring Tree, who is close to everyone, is cold.

A gaze of absolute zero contempt was directed at me passing behind the classroom.

But I think that's all right.

I don't even have the guts to get involved with you guys.

Instead, I made a better impression on me than a troublesome guy like Haruki.

I ended up leaving the classroom without ever looking back at Haruki.

Right out in the hallway, in front of the classroom door, an unexpectedly sweet scent plundered my nasal cavity. Turning her face to the side to the smell, a white haired girl in a blue blazer uniform stood.

Its clear skin and its faint-faced face do not seem very Japanese.

However, she is a clean Japanese, called Ruzuki Knitting. It's a girl who falls in love with Haruki.

It's just that your personality is just going to be tight. You always look harsh. Still staring at me with staring sharp eyes.

"What can I do for you, Luna?

At this close range by the boulders, you can't be blinded and ignored. Standing on my way home in the first place is like being silent. I have to hear her depression born of my attitude toward Spring Tree.

Yes, I gave up and waited for the word, but she slipped her gaze slightly.

"... nothing. Sorry to interrupt."

"No, nothing..."

That's what I said and gave way.

A little speechless atmosphere fell in there, but on second thought, I was just trying to go home and slip away with her.

I didn't hesitate to pass by her and walked away silently.

.................. they are fucking troublesome.

That was the last time I - from Hitachi Ridge - and their troublesome classmates looked at each other when I threw the poison out in my heart like that.

depressed and lush trees. Its leaves and branches interrupt it, and the rays of the sun light leak and illuminate the area. That place, which has become the shadow of the sun, is dim, and the screaming of something that is not an animal that is heard from time to time creates a kind of creepy wickedness.

I wake up in such a creepy place. It might be odd to say... Because this place is in a dream.

I woke up and looked around when I dropped the dirt on my body.

"Yeah, I don't recognize you..."

There are only trees and grass.

I dropped my hips first, trying to figure out what to do today, I noticed. Your body is changing. But I'm not surprised or panicked about it.

Because this is common.

In my dreams, I become a different person. Not every time, but the body changes over a period of time. Therefore, there is no reason to be stunned even if you remember the emotion of a change of season as if it were already that time of year.

"Well, let's start by getting used to this body."

This is like playing a new game and changing characters, so to speak. If you don't grasp the character's personality first, you won't start doing anything.

I swing in motion with a wooden stick that was falling appropriately close by. I've fallen many times along the way or lost my balance, but if I move, it's something I get used to. It's been a steady movement over time.

When I was able to move somewhat, I threw away the stick of the tree. After that, if you do it right, you'll get used to it.

This time the character, apparently, is tall. In reality, I can scratch tall grasshoppers with my hips that are going to bury me to my chest.

In the meantime, be careful not to be taken off your feet until you get used to it, I don't know if it's a mountain or a forest, but let's get out of this green-colored place.

Once before, a demon attacked me in a similar place and I was over the game. My characters in my dreams are subtly different from each other, so it's very unbearable that they're just starting out and going over the game.

"Whoa? Is that the exit?

Beyond the green, I saw an open horizon. Apparently, he slipped through a section of these trees.

Well, the loose end of it, too, like a meadow with sprawling greenery, but a tall grasshopper?

"Well, where am I?

After I went out to the meadows, I looked around again. Then I found a city that looked familiar in the distance. It's a pretty big city around here, and it's definitely named...

"Ghhhhhhhhhh!"

The laughter that has interrupted my thoughts. Is that a sign of joy that you found your prey?

Three green demons - goblins - emerged from the trees I came out of.

"Wow, seriously. I haven't tested the performance yet."

It's hard to say I'm still completely used to it. I moved my body and put it in a bunch of goblins.

Uh, the weapon...

Relying on a sense of hand exploration, he looked for the weapon in his possession and looked at it chilly as he had a feeling like that around his waist.

"I see, a dagger"

Unfortunately, it's hard to say much of a used weapon. But I've tried it several times.

I pull out my dagger and when I lower my hips, I pause completely for a little while.

Then he stuck his bah and toe to the ground and kicked the dirt up, while quickly approaching.

Goblins that deflect their faces in an attempt to protect them from dirt bullets. One of these days, I stabbed my dagger in the neck.

Dos black blood splashed and flew a little on his face, but without wiping it up, he kicked up the belly of the goblin, which burst into him with an odd voice.

"Hugh, it's a hit this time"

The leg I kicked up as much as I wanted blew up Goblin's body. The characters I manipulate in my dreams make a huge difference in their physical abilities. Magic is one way or another, I chant it with my head, so I won't stop by the character, but this time the character's physical ability seems to be high inside.

With one blow, I didn't expect to blow up the goblins.

"Well, come on, you're the only one left."

Goblins, murdered almost instantly by his companions, exhaled their fangs and roared. Ugly faces more, ugly and distorted.

"Well, that's a good performance test,"

I left it to my high physical abilities to approach the goblin in an instant, and now I smashed that body with my arm.

I can stand in black. This is what comes out of killing demons, after which only demonic stones and rarely demonic materials remain.

This time, it looks like it's just the Demon Stone. Well, the weaker demons, the smaller the demonic stones, and the less material remains. It would be a reasonable result.

By the way, the money doesn't fall. Instead, demonic stones and materials become gold.

There is a place in this world where one who does not have a job, called the Alliance, either works… or mainly mediates the exorcism of demons. So, any item dropped from these demons can be exchanged for gold.

When I'm done retrieving the Demon Stone, I turn my back to a city that looks far away.

"Well, it's like a hit this time, and it's been a long time since I've fought a demon"

That way, when we decided on a policy for now, we headed to the city. Before I fight demons, I want a weapon I'm used to using or something.

It would be helpful if this character had money...

Fluffy, sensation of consciousness returning to the body. To wake up from sleep, I woke up with a little awakening of consciousness.

"Ha... wait till night again"

I think of the adventures that were interrupted along the way, and when I zero word stupidity, I leave the futon.

It's time to meet each other when the year is about to end. Cold mornings, which are becoming winter mornings temperatures, are tough on everyone.

As soon as I wake up, I turn on the heating and it gets round like Dharma in front of me.

"Uh, I don't want to go to school."

I devoured confectionery bread in a Dharma state, even though I voyed what all the high school students in the world would think.

I'm a good breakfast eater.

If I were to complain about one thing in my dreams, I wouldn't have it on my meal. What you can eat during your adventure is about dry meat that tastes bitter. When I go back to the city, I don't get a busy meal, often without money.

So, in reality, you eat three good meals every day. Purely because I think it tastes good. Come to think of it, maybe the only thing I like in this real world is rice. Well, I don't mean I'm foolish and fat...

The real body, in a good way, slim. In a bad way, it's gullible. Either way, it doesn't change being poorer and weaker than the character of your dreams.

When I finish breakfast, I join my hands on my parents' Buddha's altar and then get to work on school support. When Papa was finished preparing, he lowered his bag from his shoulder and left the house.

"I'm coming."

My voice clears up in a room in an idle, lonely apartment.

I sucked the rushing weekday morning air into my chest as I closed the door and locked it, swinging the key around with my fingers and into my pocket.

"Uh... shit's not good"

The air mixed with various smells was disgusting enough to make me nauseous. I was just disgusted with reality in the morning, but with melancholy that it was endurance until tonight, I turned my legs to the school where I was bored yesterday.

Middle and high school students in gymnastics clothes and old men in suits rushing through me in a big rush in the morning for a small run looking at the clock, walking slowly through me.

I scorned it and thought to myself, what a boring world it is.

Noisy car noise in the morning.

Crow squealing to fish for garbage.

The sound of a train spiriting from afar.

Abandoning it in my head, I start to look away from the irreplaceable morning and plan my dreams for today.

I don't know if that's how it happened, because it obscured the distinction between reality and dreams, or because somewhere in my mind I thought there was no danger in reality.

One thing's for sure, it didn't matter to me.

─ ─ Dossssssssss

Two, a shock ran like something was hitting my back. At the same time, it feels like foreign objects have come into your body.

I just turned around with my face so I could feel it.

"Huh...!

What was there was the face of a man with madness in his eyes. ugly, inferior, spitefully distorted face.

The man was laughing. I was trembling with joy.

The tremor passed into the hands of a man and into my body.

"Ahhh!

I screamed in pain like burning. A knife poking me in the back burned my body like a burner and I fled before trying to escape from it.

"Eh... Knee, kaaah!

She had just moved forward so that she could relax, and she had finally noticed the presence of a man with a dirty murder weapon with my blood around her, and the woman's tall scream pounded her eardrum.

But there was no room for me to go along with it, so that I could bring it to the nearby guard rail and manage to stand.

"No..."

My breath is rough. Sweat is gushing out of my whole body. Though held down by hand, there was dodgy and blood flowing out of the wound, which had not stopped the bleeding or done anything.

But I look back in support of the guardrail as I distort my face to pain.

That's because my dream experience showed that if I turned my back on my enemies, they would end up eating me.

The man turns flirty but sees me look back and smiles briefly, as if he felt pleasure.

"Hitch!"

The man who viciously distorted his mouth approached me the next moment, with a murder weapon in his right hand, to stab me again.

Well, that would come, I thought. Unlike the dream, however, the poor body of reality was only poked at and could not move.

This... you're dead.

I had a feeling of death with my cold head, and I pulled out my whole body as I saw the blade approaching my belly again.

"Gu......!

The second time, just in the middle of the belly and chest. Stabbed him in the crack of his rib. Terrible fever and pain run through my body and distort my face in pain.

It was me who insisted, but I'm used to dying. I went through this 40 times in my dream. Painful or painful will soon be over. This time he'll lose consciousness soon anyway, and then he'll end up on his own.

I thought so, and when I nearly closed my eyes...

─ ─ My hand was reaching into the hand of a man who unconsciously held the murder weapon.

"Huh...!

For a moment, but the man's face suffers, and his body rolls to the ground. Maybe the experience of practice in dreams lived. Unconsciously, the body moves for a weapon.

It was my chest that had the weapon. I grabbed the patterned part that grew out of my chest, and when I noticed it, I was pulling it out at once and slapping it against the man's neck.

Blood flies on his face, blood gushes out of his chest in abundance.

I spit blood out of my mouth and I dropped my knee on asphalt. Next, your body. Finally, my head was struck by an asphalt and I couldn't move anymore. My face was pointed at the face of a knife-growing man from my neck by some coincidence.

Face to face, the man was still laughing.

Deadly wounded, you won't even be able to move anymore, just like me, that look until you're tranced, flying your gaze out of tangle like a snake.

It's crazy. It's crazy enough to come out of my dreams.

Well, I'm thinking about this with a hunch of death. I might as well...

My face, red stained with my own blood in the eyes of a man, looked at peace.

That's the last sight, a vision that slowly boils down. Running over and calling for something. Someone's voice also goes far as if blocked by something.

And in the last sight of losing light...

─ ─ Finally... it ends.

I remember being engraved on my chest as something similar to appeasement (...) and (...).