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

In the middle of the summer when the scorching sun sets brightly. In the season when my skin changed color to tea with the shining sun, I learned that summer was actually paradise when it was just hot and bitter.

The midsummer sun creates roaring heat. How about that? Could the clothes be thinner? A woman with a seductive appearance exposes her complexion and wears it thinly, so much so that if she puts her temper in her eyes, she may see it through.

But I've seen that happen as a matter of course. That's not what I want to talk about right now.

Mi, zu, gi, gi.

Oh, how sweet and wonderful it sounds. An honor prize must be given to the rare genius who created this word and swimsuit.

And the other one. There's a guy who deserves an honor award.

Its name is Ray.

This guy is my best friend, but he's also a genius living a modern day with achievements in line with his earlier accomplishments.

You all know that?

The sea and rivers of this world are full of demons. Because of that, we don't have a chance to see anything called swimsuits.

But my friend in heart led this to a solution!

"If you hunt them all, you're done," he devised a super gory way. I'm thrilled with Ray's creativity.

So, in the liberated sea, swimsuit girls, beauties are twitching and pounding. What? Don't listen! Guess what!

In addition, there is a sight on the sandy beach where Funu and I said, "Let me be on the ground," louder than I thought.

That's just mysterious. The supreme fruit of God's creation was showing fruit.

Of course I jumped into it. Every time I jumped in, I asked for forbidden fruit, even if I had to travel to my dreams. That's all I felt like being called to heaven. All this time, you threw everything away and returned it to your child's heart. There was a utopia that I couldn't reach without throwing everything away. There.

But there are more places of mystery in this world. People call it heaven there. Miso's path to heaven opens to men who have survived all ordeals.

It's called the men's eternal dreams, the women's soup.

A number of brave men took up the challenge and very few made it there. The path to women's water is extremely harsh.

That's why I have to go. You have to burn Peach Township to my eyes. I will fulfill the ambitions of my ancestors scattered in the middle of my dreams!

Swimsuit? Wrap those things in seaweed, sink them into the sea and punish them! Then let's go see.

If not, talk in the same row as women's water and other bones of stupidity. There's no need to spin your thoughts on the secrets hidden in the cloth cut.

Can you see it or not, I like that subtle line?

You idiot, you better look! Can you be satisfied without keeping in sight the forbidden gardens that kept you hidden!

It is in the secret realm that true paradise exists! What are you lost without seeing it!

All men of exhilaration! Uncover the secret hidden in the border now!

Hit it! Run! In a straight line!

Cross many obstacles and go for it!

Heaven (Utopia)

Red.

I learn to be alert unconsciously. To the point that it is bright red, blood floats in the back of the brain, which can also be synonymous with crisis. That's a red flag engraved on instinct. Fear turns into tremor and informs itself of the crisis.

Hell stained with such red, it contained a shameless danger in its colour and kept rejecting my whereabouts. The signal keeps ringing and even the flow of time turns dangerous.

Ultra hot room temperature. Boiling water turns into hot steam, creating a fog-like phenomenon. The fire that boils the water heats the steam further and causes the skin to burn at room temperature. And it's coloring a scorching hell.

But that's not the only thing to be afraid of.

The only path leading to the exit named 'Road to Heaven (Spider Thread)'. It goes in like a maze, just through, spears down, lightning down, hot water knocks you down, it's essential to the obstacle.

How many times have you thought of dying...

Wounds... lacerations that are not, constant marks of burns. But I won't stop walking. I won't stop going to hell.

Because there is heaven ahead.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. I'm used to it."

Hell begins with a baptism called hot water from a sudden fall. Originally, a collaboration that screams during a fall, falls into hot water, and then screams of a different kind. But I blasted my fierce feelings and roared at this nearly tenth baptism.

Jumping up from a pond where Gabba and Futsufutsu blisters float, they descend on red-hot cobblestones. I was exposed to the heat of burning the soles of my shoes and screamed juice, but ignored it, took off my wet clothes a long time ago and took a step forward.

At that moment, the sound of a switch called a pout transmitted to the foot.

"All of a sudden,"

I jumped off the spot. At that moment, a fire blows out of the ground, and my stripped clothes collapse into charcoal with the sound of evaporation.

The guy who made this must have been willing to kill me. There is no forgiveness. I was burned by fire a few times, and I jumped into hot water every time, but when I heard the sound of the switch on something I was used to, I was able to escape instantly.

But this is still a prelude. It's only a continuation of baptism. It is here that the true trial of hell begins.

The first thing that stands in the way is the wall. But not just a wall and an insult. The walls are made of scorching rocks, and they contain explosive demon stones.

An explosion with no escape is only allowed to stick to the wall, knocking the challenger off with the smoke. And even after it falls to the ground, the explosion chains up as if it was aimed, causing a huge explosion.

How many times have I had to work on this wall? I remember well in my unclear consciousness that I still felt I was willing to kill.

But there was one difficult weakness on this wall. That is obvious when we look at the obstacles that have become unreliable as a result of repeated bombings.

I couldn't stand it. The wall gave me roots before I did.

It's not enough to be afraid of a collapsed wall or anything. If we follow the safe path that we have already decided to take, we can get through there without being exposed to an explosion.

I took a step towards the crack in the wall without getting lost.

Pochi

"... that bastard..."

I was swallowed by a mine that was placed in a place I didn't have.

The lack of forgiveness falls into the ploy of my synonymous friend, and I was caught off guard, and I'm about to be bombed, and with my already worn out, I'm going to take the next test.

That's where the water of life exists, named Paradise in this hell. For those challengers whose throats have been burned by the scorching heat, it is the water of salvation, while it is the water of hell.

"... he doesn't have any shards of kindness."

I groaned, sighing, in front of the blackening sign in front of me.

"Oh, how are you, Hells?

For a black sign that starts in such a light state,

"Hells like that. Hells movement that makes you even more hells!

Once done and the Hells is pressed, the sentence is engraved,

"Did you dry your throat? Hells, if you do gymnastics, I'll water you up, okay?

Words were written that accidentally roared the throats that crippled me in a scorching hell. But I do.

This is a trap.

Keeping gymnastics and other easy-going exercises in place, and forcing the fruit, harsh labor, takes away the body's moisture in reverse.

Besides, it says we're going to water it, but if we try it, we'll find out, but they'll make it themselves.

'Let's pour hot water here first. Hot water's at the entrance, right?

A ghost.

You said you thought you'd die this far, but you have to go back. Besides, if you cast magic here on the bad things of Tachi, lightning will fall from nowhere and you will be made conscious. In other words, you pour hot water into a bucket that's securely placed next to the sign, and you have to bring it this far. Besides, the livestock specification that the barrel is made of iron. I'm only willing to kill you.

"When you pour hot water, let's cool it down with this dough fan"

Where's the fan?

There are only silly big iron plates. I can burn my hands, it's heavy, I'm draining this one.

Moreover, even if we make it so desperately, there is a merciless end to the fact that the water is warm. There is no kindness in that man.

You can't step on the same thing twice. When I cut off the temptation, I headed to the next trial.

It was white there. The fog of snowy whiteness was covering it up. Its white smoke is thick and inhibits any vision. All the fog was created by steam, like you can't see just a few dozen centimeters away.

Once you reach for that fog, you'll be annoyed by the dampness and the heat and bitterness.

Such fog was covering all the roads ahead. Step into the wall telling with water droplets. Dear Sir, I'm supposed to be caught in the fog, but I just move forward without fear.

The feeling of the damp wall that passes into your hands is your only reliance, and you follow the path along the wall.

But that's not always the goal. This place is made like a maze. Go wherever you go. Nobody can make way, only hit the end of the line.

So we have to rely on surveys to move the walls and move through the maze. How about that? Don't you know where you are? It's also due to the traps that occasionally step through, getting stuck in the mud more and more.

The spirit is shredded by the invisible maze ahead, and fatigue accumulates in the body in the steamy steam.

This is a hell of a place. It's a disgusting hell, slowly hunting down challengers. Besides, there's no hope of luck for everything to fall out. Definitely falling out of the mentally weak.

But I'm not. Not with such weak men. I have hope of glowing even when closed to the clouds.

Come quickly, the Reiki angels are waving. He's seductively posing and inviting me.

I see fruit that is almost full. Damn, smoke's in the way. Can't you worship the two hills of angels!

What am I stopping for? The goal is right there. I see it. I see it. That's women's water!

I ran towards an angel smiling in the fog. And I dived into that chest.

"Uh-huh, ho, ho, ho."

............... I didn't realize the angel was a wall until the end.

"Damn, that crazy bastard. I didn't know you'd even show up hallucinating."

Holding on to the blood coming out of my nose like that, but through the maze, I had finally come to the point where I could see the ceiling of this vast hell room. And the definite lights you can see from there. Definitely, heaven lies ahead.

When I saw it, I couldn't help but laugh.

"Ha ha! The goal is no longer present."

It reminds me of the hard work and fierce trials that spanned the past week, and when I did well, I was so overflowing with tears.

But I do. From his experience over the past few years, he is familiar with the fact that it is his usual means to keep hope and crush it.

Unwary of staring, the previous trials lie a wide aisle and stairs. Nothing at first glance.

But that, on the contrary, had drawn suspicion.

A survey forged up as funny reacts with a bin and senses a trap. According to that account, everything that existed there was a trap.

Floors, walls, ceilings, even stairs inspire me.

But that doesn't stop me from walking. I've completed the hell of a trial so far. No matter what hell there is, it will never stop.

Because I have dreams ahead of me.

Billy.

The moment I stepped foot in, a thunderbolt flowed off the ground that was quiet but trembling all over my body.

"Oh, no."

My mouth doesn't run well. My whole body is paralyzed. Not that I can't move, but that kind of paralysis that made my spine itch was spreading all over my body through my legs.

After all, it seemed to be full of traps. It is also set with an amount of demonic stones that are not comparable to before. A paralysis that never disappears without a leg.

In this situation, moving forward is going to be done mentally. It's like when you sit down for a long time and walk without putting down time, how to pierce your whole body. The difficult paralysis always sticks together. It can no longer be called pain. The twin paralysis is taking a step forward, cutting off my spirit.

- I don't want to move on.

Yes, my instincts are about to break before my heart does. It's never unbearable. But it erodes my spirit, little by little, like poison.

That's when I remember. Give me a reason to move on.

Paradise is calling me. I don't have time to stop here. Bathing time is running out!

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Move your legs. Don't be afraid of paralysis.

Get there as fast as you can, minute by second.

Run. Run through. Hell.

Electricity that runs every time you take a step. Move your legs with your strength alone without sharing it.

And when I finally crossed the aisle and plugged it into the stairs, an electric shock ran incomparable until then.

It was no longer thunder itself. The ceiling and the floor connected by a line of light, and a thunderbolt struck.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh."

But it's like garbage in front of me. Even Hell's Thunder no longer stops me. Strongly treading stairs play a switching sound, trying to blow further thunderbolts, trying to get themselves burned by a sudden appearance of fireworks, the blast never frightens me to block the way.

"Don't think you can stop me from doing this."

Compared to meeting Boncubon beauties, such as thunder running all over your body, it doesn't work as well as mosquitoes. I'd rather feel good if I thought it was the temperatures of attractive women, such as the fireworks that burn this body. It's adorable compared to the shock of being thrown and kissed by an endless beauty, such as a bombing.

"Goodbye, Hell. Hello, Angels."

Finally, I put my hand on the door of heaven. To the unwrapped angels waiting at the end of this door, the momentum jumped forward, screaming a face-to-face greeting.

- I totally forgot at this time.

That my friend was good at letting hope fall.

".................. Huh?

Feet that cuts the sky. Hot water hoards visible far down. Yes, the door to heaven was provided near the ceiling of the bathroom.

Waiting for me to jump out of there momentum was a fall to the floor directly below.

"Wow ⁉"

Stirred by a breeze blowing through directly below the sudden blowout, it begins to fall at high speeds from its initial speed. I guess this was Ray's calculation, too. The trial was still going on.

But there are only a few things that can be done in the air without this. If there's anything I can do, it's just him.

I give up dealing with it early...

- I decided to take a closer look at the female body.

With the fall, my vision clears. My vision of falling upside down while the hot air could stand was fixed in that hot air, not directly underneath.

There is a loud noise in the bathroom. The shock of shooting through my whole body rambles up to take my consciousness, even my sight.

Vigorously bright and dark vision. I saw only one of them.

Fuzzy, shaky, shaky. Give me a pretentious curve.

I no longer regret it.

I closed my eyes feeling called to heaven.

Nice, Paradise..................