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

Day 2 of the militant tournament.

I don't have my game today. Next up is tomorrow afternoon. Today and tomorrow there will be a continuation of the first round of qualifying. Game 2 begins the day after tomorrow, but we still don't know when because we haven't got it all out yet.

I don't know what to say instead, but there's an event Anna's doing this afternoon. So today I was coming to the arena as an audience.

"Is Dick's game... the 10th? It'll be quite a while."

View today's schedule of matches displayed on the arena screen and move to the audience with Charstena to see if it will kill time in other players' matches until Dick's.

On the way, I opened a store selling drinking water that I noticed in my eyes. I ask Charstena face to face.

"Do you want a shal?

"Yeah!"

Charstena answered with a nickel and a full grin. You look in a very good mood. Perhaps that's why I invited you on a date I hadn't done in a long time.

I was busy during the martial arts tournament, so I was wondering if there was any time left, but I was free early in the tournament. But I thought about getting busier from now on, and invited him because it was a chance in the corner. Never an excuse to get away from Gilk. Yeah.

After I bought a drink, I looked around a little bit at the other shops and then sat down in the audience.

By then, many spectators had already come to watch the game. He's an amazing guy even though he hasn't even started his first game yet.

Not only are there students with no matches, like us, but there are also quite a few guests in general. No, I might rather have more people in general.

"Looking forward to the game."

"Ray didn't see yesterday's game, did he? There were a lot of people out there who fought a lot, and they looked good, didn't they?

"In qualifying?

I don't think it looked very promising if I were to compare it in my game...

Instead of a minute to start, do you see a match that didn't have thirty seconds?

With such doubts, Charstena taught me gently. Something's wrong with you.

"Except for Ray."

"............... Okay, it's time for the game to start"

I felt kind of blamed and missed the conversation. From now on, let's make it look good.

"Come on, day two of the martial arts tournament." Ladies and gentlemen, let's have a good day. Let me introduce you to the players of the first game of the day. "" Let's start with East. "

The Hagen and Dable game started, not bald vs. fat...... Bald, not Hagen is a spear, maybe fat. Daven is an axe.

Baldness,... Enough with baldness and fat.

When the bald stuck out the spear, the fat man defended it by making it play on the side of the axe. And keep waving the axe down. The bald spot shifts the axe to the side by turning the handles. And I'll spear it right on.

Such irreplaceable attacks are repeated.

"Which is going to win?

"Lizard, I guess."

"Bald?... Hagen, huh? I think I'm Daven."

"Fat guy... so far they're mutual, but maybe baldness will be in your favor?

"Why? Doesn't Daven seem more powerful to push it off?

"Fat people don't have health."

Fat people will be in your favor with power. But baldness is preventing it with technique. The offense is feeling a little bald right now, but there seems to be plenty of room.

The fat guy on the other side can't attack as much as he thinks, and he also looks a little in a hurry.

I saw that this battle would depend on if the fat guy could decide before he ran out of health. And I think baldness is in your favor, considering which way you're likely to lean. Because fat people have already said haha. The movement will be dull soon.

As I expected, the fat man was speared through where he ran out of strength and blunted. Fat screaming and audience cheering.

Sounds atrocious, but the audience is here to see this, and, well, fat people don't die. Excellent healers come from all over the continent, starting with the Knights. You can't die from an injury of this magnitude.

"That's exactly what I expected."

"That's true. Like Ray said, I lost out of strength. But you looked familiar, didn't you?

I don't see it.

Sure, it was a battle between people with almost the same strength, but if you were asked if it was promising, you'd have to lean your neck.

"... sort of. If you're referring to each other's matches as promising matches, yes, but I don't think there were any flashy moves, let alone anything that seemed awesome."

To be honest, it was a very boring game. I was hoping for a more intense game, but I didn't see any magic or activation of skills at a glance.

"Maybe from Ray... now fat... Davre, I think your axe was inside...?

You seem to want to delude me, so why don't I leave you alone?

"Well, I was taking an axe-advanced class, and from me, it was a normal thing to do, and of course it was a level."

"Wow... it's not the main thing but it's so extreme..."

Extremely not. I'm not good enough to brag to people at the level where I just took classes. There were a lot of guys in college who were better than me if they just handled it.

By that criterion, it would be the lowest level in terms of axe sticking, just like me.

"Let's go to the next game."

Nothing seems interesting until Dick's game. Maybe we'll be opponents for once, so let's see.

With that in mind, I was watching a game that Charstena said looked promising (...). There were a lot of them (most of them winners) who seemed to be hiding their strengths, but there were no developments in today's game that would make them oops.

So when I got tired of watching the game, Dick's game started. Finally came a game that seemed promising, looking forward to seeing the two of them at the center of the arena.

"Finally, this man has finally come out." "Now the most prominent player in the tournament, Dikurdo." "Will he continue to update his second-death record this year?" "Against Dikurdo, Hagel School Student Chairman, his strength is origami." "Can he break his second-death record?"

What's that record...? The moment I thought, Tsurpica was instantly killed.

"Bitch, the second kill starts in one second." "His second kill won't stop again this year." "Who can stop him?"

"Hey, what's a second-death record like that all the time?

"Yeah, they haven't included me for a minute now."

The other guy is pathetic. Why are you serious? It's a flash, isn't it? Give him a little help.

Wouldn't it be pathetic for the kids who have worked so hard so far?

"Doesn't he know what to add or subtract? I don't think it looked good."

"I don't think Ray can talk about people, either, do you?

I just want to say that there's no way back, but I had to laugh bitterly before I killed the previous game seconds.

Let's have a toddle after a minute. This should look perfect, too, what Charstena told me.

With that in mind, I realize that there are women who are mixed up in the audience cheering and shouting something. When you look there, every young lady puts up a placard and cheers hot for Dikuld? was sending.

"Please hang out?

"What?"

"No, look at that"

Point to the placard.

It says there is a name and a statement that the writing style is different but please go with everything.

If you look closely, that placard is listed all over the audience.

"Are those the fan kids?

"Well, I guess so. Shit, isn't he hot? I'm hot too..."

"Mote, what?

When I was about to expose my true intentions, I remembered that Charstena was there beside me. It's already too late to shut your mouth in a hurry. Charstena pasted a nickely smile on her pretty face and asked, smiling.

But I know. This is one of those expressions when Charstena is angry.

"... I wanted to be hot, but I don't have to be hot because I have a shal. Yeah."

"Hmm."

Looks like Charstena's mood is on its way down. Apparently, he didn't like my excuses, obstinate as a squirrel.

I have to get in Charstena's mood.

"Dance Contest - This is a new competition from this year." As the name suggests, this is the man who scores this event competing for the level of dance. "Mr. Carrot.

"Nice to meet you all."

Oh, my God.

No, I don't mind... there were camas in this world too...

I am now directly next to the first Okama in the world who has been lightly shocked. Charstena too. And next to it, Dick, Sylvia and the eyeball players in this tournament face off.

Let me explain the rules. Mr. Carrot has a maximum score of 50 points, the other four have a maximum score of 10 points, and I will also score 10 points, out of a total of 100, for each dancer. The order in which the scores were high will determine the ranking of the dance contest.

A dance floor set in the middle of the arena. Sit back on one of the six seats reserved before that and wait for the players to come in.

I don't know why I'm doing this, it goes back a little bit.

After the morning qualifying match, I went outside to go to a slightly higher store to get Charstena in the mood. Then the moderator caught me as if I had been waiting for it and forced me here. Dick and Sylvia have also been forcibly taken since then.

As a result, Charstena is still in a bad mood and I'm a little upset because I'm hungry too. For now, the next player scores zero out of every eight.

I didn't accumulate a collasseau that got that eight wins. I'm in a bad mood. Charstena scores very hard one point, Dick gets to the middle of it because he doesn't know the criteria or about five points, and Sylvia has the same zero as me. Okama had a truly honest score of 17 points. The moderator had three points.

Therefore, his score was probably as low as 26 points. I decided to score a little more seriously after a little reflection that I had done something wrong when I saw him drop my shoulder and go home. That's not a good eight.

"Grading Manager, how was his dance?

'Hmm, that was a bad hip gesture ~. We have to move it more to the rhythm. "

A mentor who asked Okama for his opinion after the athlete left. Next to Okama, who expressed his opinion in such a way as to advise lightly on it, I thought.

I was wondering if we needed it.

Let's get this straight.

I don't know how to dance!

And so will others. Dick, I'm in such a visible hurry. I have to score hard, and I'm serious about my mission. He seems like a serious guy, but he's not taking anything else seriously. I have eight hits, Charstena has a slight eight hits, and it looks like everyone is willing to zero except for the School of Magic to Sylvia.

In the meantime, we'll just have to take Okama's advice and raise the level of grading a little bit.

Your hips first. Anyway, let's see the hips.

That's what I thought. The iron fist flew from the side as I stared around the waist of the next girl who came out. No hips and chests. I have a lot of problems.

He listened well to Okama's advice that way and scored it in a stance that he would incorporate each time. Of course, watch out for Charstena. That's how it finally turned out for Anna.

"Entry number 58, Anna."

Anna came out proudly with her chest stretched. The face is full of confidence.

The tone played by the percussion began to sound rhythmically, and Anna also danced to that rhythm.

That was a sword dance. Me and Dick accidentally opened our eyes to Anna, who wielded two swords and moved freely as if flowing.

That has been foresight since the beginning of this tournament (...).

Like dancing, but a brilliant move like assuming there's not only Anna but someone on the spot. Me and Dick had Anna dancing with her in their eyes.

Shit. I didn't know that pervert would be this far...

His double sword and my sword, probably a good battle. Anna makes a brilliant move without complaining as much as she does.

The day we first exchanged swords was just plain worrying. And that was my victory. That's now reaching a level where I can't say I can win just sword moves.

Only 5 years yet. Just five years.

It was a dance that was noticed that those years, which seemed short from me by nearly 30 more, were really long.

Thank you. I'll move on to grading.

I scored 10 points. So are Charstena and Dick. Because Charstena is Anna's friend. That would be one reason.

But the others didn't either.

If Sylvia has no choice because she's a magic school entourage, what do you mean, the Okama and the host are zero?

I knew immediately the answer to such a question. Because Okama told Anna as advice.

'I didn't see it. It's something to show people, so we need to dance slowly, okay?

I mean, you said you moved too fast to know what you were doing?

Such foolishness and Anna protest, screaming. But the protest could not have been allowed, and Anna was dragged back by the knight.

I agreed with Anna, but I know what I'm talking about, so I had to laugh.

Seriously, why am I here...?

Such an inquiry fell into my chest.

Day 3 of the militant tournament.

Today is the day for a featured player, Sylvia's game. I was in the audience because I didn't know how strong she was. He's with the loud guy today.

"Ah I'm happy ~. What a good day. Today."

"You say it every day, don't you?

"Uzu"

Gilk's words and actions unwittingly leak the truth. Come on. I need you to be quiet.

"Senior ~, please change roles with us ~. I can't do this anymore."

Lislit has begged me to replace Gilk's opponent so that I could cry. Charstena holds my arm in a slightly sweet speck, claiming 'Ray is mine'. Me that conveys a soft feeling in my arms and makes me as happy as Gilk.

Try to pinch me like that. Between Lislit and Charstena, the bee and the gaze are at each other.

What is this...?

Being blinded by a sight I didn't quite understand, I suddenly felt myself in danger and jumped away from the scene.

"Whoa! Absolutely!"

"Chip."

"Mr. Ray, you should die once."

A short tongue-beating gilk and Lycood quietly telling Leah to die.

Oh man, it's my destiny to get down with the jealousy of both non-hot men, and when they heard that it was my destiny, thinking about what was going to develop into a bee battle, Sheetera advanced.

Master, it's replenishment.

"What? Hey, hold on..."

I have a kiss in front of the public in the name of replenishment, and I get a mixed gaze of jealousy and murder from around me.

Charstena and Lislit are trying to keep me and Seatella apart, but Gilk and Lycood skipped the game and are still trying to hit us.

"Ugh, yes, all of a sudden it's too much, Sheetera"

'Cause I'm asking you to replenish it with criticism in the previous master's will'

"Is that him again?"

What the hell did he want with Seaterra? ⁉ I didn't tell you how busy he was!

I want the deceased to take responsibility for this situation, and I can be held responsible for the replacement. That's a sermon from Charstena.

"Ray! I've been alarmed again. I'm telling you not to stay alarmed!

"No, well, I was off guard, but I have to supply, so I have to either way."

"That's because I will!

"That's no good! I own Charles' lips."

"... if I lay"

Charstena blushed her cheeks and closed her eyes gently. I don't have to tell you. This is it. I rushed off the scene trying to reach out to Charstena to meet it.

"Charles... whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

"Die, asshole."

"I will kill you today."

Two people who have been intruding in good places just because they need to be allowed to do it a second time. The way you shake things is a bee. I'm seriously coming to kill you. The audience around me laying hands on the sword continuously, as if I were going to participate in it.

Even if you rush away to see it, there are enemies everywhere.

Ya, yabeye...

I watched the jealousy of both non-hot men sweetly.

"Hey, hey!

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

"You're kidding me! It's your fault you guys are not hot!

The word was the trigger. Those who had their hands on the weapon simultaneously took out their shining weapons in their silver and attacked them.

Chased by an outrageous group that tried to reach roughly a hundred, I poured into the center of the arena.

There was Sylvia just after the game. Me and the big crowd pushing me from behind when I suddenly broke in there.

Sylvia suddenly couldn't catch up with her brain and hesitated.

"Hey, what is it all of a sudden?"

"It's a rebellion between non-hot men."

"Ha ⁉"

Sylvia leaks her voice when she answers Sylvia's disturbed questions concisely.

"Dickoo, help me a little bit." You'll be just like me. "

"Eh ⁉ Me too ⁉"

You're hotter than me, too. You take jealousy too!

That's how we got Dick involved, and the two of us were supposed to put up a joint front. Silvia stares at it with a grudge. Suddenly I couldn't keep up with the unfolding.

Sylvia also forgot to do a battle analysis of the two men, just staring at the 2-on-100 battle.

What the hell...?

"You right, me left! Ok ⁉"

"Uh, yeah."

Dick, who just gets flushed anymore, responds to an operation that has neither my operation nor my shit.

He throws himself into a 2-on-100 battle, nostalgic for one, saying that his flushing temperament doesn't seem to have changed.

"Dick! Which one can defeat more..."

"Ha ha, that's a battle"

We both laugh niggardly at the feeling of nostalgia and step in at the same time.

"" 1 ""

"" 2 ""

Overlapping voice at the same time. And the pair of non-hot guys that collapse at about the same time.

That will be repeated until the number reaches 50.

A 2-on-100 battle started suddenly. Sylvia watched it flashly. There were others flattering about her, but the vast majority of them supported the two. That's because the audience is here to watch the fight, and most of them were women and Dikuld's fans.

It was a very interesting, promising battle for the audience. Feeling it and fulfilling his responsibilities as a moderator, he also found this interesting.

If not, it would be stopped immediately, and it would have been a problem later.

"" 49 ""

Me and Dick's suspiciously glowing eyes, enthusiastic about the battle, were directed at Gilk and Lycood. The moment Dick and I got together, they felt a bad sign and tried to escape, but they were interrupted by people's walls and couldn't retreat. But I managed to get down to the rear and survived.

But before the two survivors, there was so much catastrophe that there was no foot stomping ground in a person.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no. Those two are too much."

Fly to the other side of the cloud, such as the anger of Dick and I, who are not passive in many ways, and desperately try to climb the battlefield walls to protect themselves. But that didn't help us escape from behind either.

"" 50 ""

Thus the rebellion was twisted down with force.

"" One more... "

As it was a draw, it was Sylvia who stood staring into the eyes of me and Dick, wondering if anyone was standing.

"Ha...?

A situation I just think I'm a target no matter how I look at it. Sylvia, who just stood and watched, enters an interception posture, screaming at what these two wanted to do.

Even if you have the pride that you should be able to fight each other with that monster right now, the two people, including the monster, are tough and cold sweating, but you can't be hit without doing anything, pointing a sharper eye at that former one.

But that can be stopped by one hair at a time.

"Ray, he's different."

"Stop, Knight Commander. That child is different! Because it's an audience!

Charstena and Alice came in to stop the two of them. They didn't do anything that Gilks deserved to be hit, but they came in, cracking that it wouldn't be good to do her that was intrusive and, moreover, thorough with the audience for nothing.

The two are feathered and dragged from behind.

All that was left was Sylvia with the men who passed out.

"What the hell..."