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

Day 6 of the militant tournament.

Off this morning.

The arena was perfectly as it was by the repairs carried out throughout the night. But it doesn't go as it was until the schedule.

My schedule was slackened for a day because of the game that followed me into today. Originally, these things seem to get more as the finals approach, and there is an extra 10-day period as a preliminary date. As a result, the period has not been extended or the game packed.

Still, they complained from the operation that my destroyed stage was terrible inside, and it usually took more than half a day to finish in a few hours.

If I had nicked and heard that it had cleared up my good worries, I would have had tears in my eyes. You probably thought I was having fun seeing how exhausted they were.

They said uniformly that names represent people.

I got a little angry, so I decided to pay a visit to Gilk later.

I feel more like it now, shall we rename it?

I don't think it's a problem because I've already found out a lot. I've got all kinds of hidden balls to beat Dick, and I don't think it's a problem to find out.

As it is, the name Ray disappears, and I'm afraid I'm going to be kitschy. It's still okay for someone like Sylvia who's new here to call me Kitchick.

But I'm shocked that Saila told me yesterday that she was my brother Kitchick. I was my brother Ray before...

Maybe I'm mistaken that my real name is Kitchick because I'm still young...

"Huh."

When I was thinking about how to get it right, I accidentally leaked a sigh.

I knew it would be a hassle. It's like having to collide head-on with the power of the state in a way.

Convincing Gilk is going to break his bones, and I'm starting to feel good after the militant tournament.

It's my bad habit to leave trouble behind like that.

I pick the easier ones to stick with.

"Well, now we have to think about winning first."

It's been 6 years, Gilk has 5 years, but even for friends who have been close, I want to win here.

Someone would have regretted it by last year. I think Gilk was particularly sorry.

Honestly, the most horse I ever had in my boyfriend was Gilk.

Gold had been hanging out with Anna all along the way, and I can't say the other guy friends were that involved.

So I really regret not being able to get out of his graduation year.

Just because I came out doesn't mean I could have won, but it should have been a little more likely.

I'll be graduating in less than a month.

The militant tournament wants to win for the last memory. I want to win and laugh and graduate, including about Gilk.

I want to keep one more place for that.

I feel like the last competition is the best thing to do, but I'd like to keep it early if I can. You can make nervous and unexpected mistakes when you're critical.

Today's competition is a magic bike race.

It is a bike that uses a magic tool that spins the wheel by passing magic.

I'm surprised there was a motorcycle in this world, but it doesn't seem to be popular to the public.

Apparently, it's an improved and made object recently excavated from the ruins, and it hasn't settled as a technology yet.

It seems to require quite advanced technology, and there are few craftsmen who can make this demon.

Also, it seems that the demon stone used for the magic tools also needs something equivalent to Class A, which is going to be very expensive.

As a result, it is not popular with the general public.

Sometimes it's hard to use in this world, where roads are often unpaved.

They don't even have a paved course for us to run on, they have to drive over the bumpy ground, and they have a lot of falls and stuff.

Besides, it's expensive, so almost everyone has never been on it. It's my first time, too.

However, since I had an original license in my previous life, I think I can drive better than others.

But it's the first time in minutes, so I don't think I can ride it. So honestly, I can't predict what will happen.

I'm wondering if I should be in third place by now.

The first place is probably Sylvia.

Because magic schools have magic motorcycles.

Plus she drives like she's tough on others and on herself. You won't win a bit.

But well, that's no choice.

Originally, rival schools weren't the only ones.

This is going to catch up a lot with the magic school, but if we don't get the tournament back, we'll figure it out.

"In the meantime, we'll have to do everything we can to fly"

Other than that, I can't come up with a vision of winning.

You were licking it, to be honest. I thought there was no other way to lose than Dick or something, but there would be some content, but it's turning out to be a struggle.

I said I'd win it all over Gilk or something, but I think I might have been on too well.

"Brother Kitchick!

Gaku

I didn't need it. I was just walking around the city. Saila came running over. Take that name with you.

My knee broke as if my leg had been cucked by accident.

"Hey, Sarah. You know, it's not Brother Kitchick, it's Brother Ray, so I am."

"Huh? But they're all calling me Kitty. Okay?

"No, I am..."

How do I explain it?

Gilk is making things difficult for her, young lady. You know what I mean?

Anyway, let's just tell them the gist.

The main point in this case is to say I'm Ray.

"Eh, Kitchick is a fake name, and the real name is Ray, so you can call me like before, okay?

"Are you lying? You can't do that if you're lying, okay?

"Ugh, yeah. Right. You can't lie, can you? So, will you call me by my name if I'm not lying?

"Yeah! Okay! Brother Kitchick!

Gaku

Saila ran off well with Nee again. I watched it with my knees on the ground.

I can turn a surprise gaze from the people around me who came shopping on the boulevard. He looks at me like this.

I get up flirtatious like a ghost.

"That's him. It's that bastard's fault.... hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

I decided to beat the culprit to pieces with dismay.

"Gilcoo, where are you?"

Shouting out the name of the culprit, he ran through the main street and went for the arena.

The arena was about to digest yesterday's match and start the game that was due to start this morning.

It's just Sylvia's game, a featured player, and the audience is always growing.

Guys, it's like I'm here to watch this today.

Nonetheless, the audience's gaze wasn't exactly the game we were about to start right now, but rather turned to something else altogether.

"I know you're waiting!

"You've decided to run away." Where's the idiot who won't run away from the guy with the murder weapon? "

"Uuuuuuuuuuu"

A chase that suddenly began during the game before one of Sylvia's games.

The audience nailed Ray to chase him straight up with his hands with a mighty sword that was twice what he was.

If you think you came into the venue screaming something out loud, a chase that just started.

I thought it was children's play, and the audience were sending a uniformly warm gaze, but when they started chasing after the mighty sword of where did they get it out 3m?

Said it started again.

Even though it hadn't been a week, they were already getting used to Ray's behavior.

If you think you beat up a dragon, plucked a hundred for two, manipulated a dragon, and even manipulated a bird of fire, you were getting used to Ray's insane behavior causing earthquakes with your fists.

Something trivial about that sword that came out of nowhere. When I thought about it and didn't hold it, I let go of my thoughts and watched.

Such an intriguing glance at Ray because Ray is a very interesting being for them to come and watch the militant tournament. Even if I stop thinking about what Ray does, I'm interested in doing it myself. So I was just keeping an eye on the chase, not the game.

"You son of a bitch, you're the only one running away!

"It's someone's fault!

Two people running around like they're going around the arena. The look also went into Sylvia's eyes during the game.

"... Kitchick, are you also resentful towards me?

Squirting to herself, she was feeling slightly irritated.

I've been intruding on my way in before, and I just seem to be in the way this time. I have no answer for asking myself if I have done anything resentful to him.

If you don't want to be disturbed again, you decide to fight immediately.

"Be the surface that unites the earth, the winding wind, the water column that pierces the heavens and embodies it"

As soon as he started chanting, his opponent, who showed impatience, would be slashed by Sylvia if he didn't stop chanting.

But that sword tip only ends up distorting Sylvia's phantom in a gnaw.

"Aquagrenade"

Sylvia finished the chant while being slashed by the phantom she was making in advance, slowly opening her eyes that were closed for concentration and pulling the trigger.

"Wow."

A thin water film that has been dragged to fill the soil's ground.

Center it so it twists, gather at the opponent's feet.

The opponent moves to escape but is not able to move well with his feet taken by running water. Also, there was no escape for him, as Sylvia was changing her center to fit in with it even if she moved a little.

Taken from the center of the vortex, he was unable to move.

And the gathered water caught him in the stream, while climbing like a tornado high in the sky.

Usually, it's also one of the cheers here, but the audience was quiet because they saw something completely different.

The only time the host watching exalted Sylvia's victory was when only a patchy and sparse applause was sent.

"... that man seems to want me to kill him."

Silvia, whining quietly about the noise, turns that tight eye to the two of them playing a getaway play.

She's not mad that there's no cheer from the audience. I am angry that I have been disturbed.

She has something called her pace. I am angry that it collapsed.

Originally, it was her way of fighting that layered and surely hunted down more magic. I am angry that it collapsed out of a rush.

Not once, not twice.

Meanwhile, the two chasers, who hadn't even felt as much as dew that they were enraged Sylvia, were already in good shape.

"Temee! Somebody brought me that. ⁉ ●"

"Asshole, I know what you're doing. I prepared it beforehand, you idiot!

Gilk walks across the horse with all his might. Ray can't catch up with it inside even if he's desperate to follow it.

On the contrary, Ray, who kept running with his heavy sword, was slowly stalling. There were hundreds of kilometers of iron in the rays, and it was impossible to walk at all costs.

I'm starting to see tiredness.

"Son of a bitch! Are you done already?" I'm gonna punch you!

Throw out the sword pat and throw away the load Ray speeds up all at once.

The sword thrown out drew a parabola as it circled around the circle, falling towards the very top of Sylvia, where the game is now just over.

"What? Huh? Hey!"

A huge mass of iron suddenly descended upon him and fled as he slid into the ground at a critical point.

"... that man... I will surely kill you"

I rise again with a noisy grunt, waving the dirt on my clothes. In addition to that declaration of war, this trick. Her anger had reached a boiling point.

Turn the more rugged gaze toward the two of you running an escape play.

"You bastard! Come on, man. Get caught. Hey."

"You're the one. Give up."

The audience looked at the two with the eye as to how long it would last.

The audience also begins to get a little tired of that chase, which would have lasted a few more weeks. And when I turned my eyes to see the game, there was Sylvia staring in the shape of a ghost.

The audience always freaks out at that gaze.

"Ray and Gilk are the same ~"

"That's what I want to tell you."

If Gold sees the two of them and leaks that sentiment, he tells himself that Aye is still trying to stick with Anna, and he connects with Gold, who tried to treat him.

"The master is 41 km/h and is chasing the escaped Gilk. On the other hand, the fugitive Gilk is fleeing at 40 kilometers an hour, so you'll be in contact in about a minute and 15 seconds."

"Theterra, you don't need a commentary, do you?

Sheetera wants to explain something. Charstena goes in because she doesn't need a commentary on such a sheetera.

"I mean, Senior Shall, don't you want to stop it?

"What? Is it my job to stop it?

"No, I don't care how you look at it. Isn't it always Mr. Charstena who stops?"

"Yea! Lycood, do it instead."

"I forbid it"

Lycood laughed nicely, pushing back the role he was about to be pressed into. A very clear smile.

Kippeared and turned down so refreshingly that no more, Charstena sees two more running away plays.

When I saw it, the number of trackers was increasing.

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

"Ugh! I don't think so. It's your fault."

The water dragon that follows the gilk as it flows, and from the sky the phoenix pokes with the beak of the fire. Gilk and the horse increase their speed as they tear eyes but scream in fear of the water dragon approaching from behind as they send Knekne and it.

"Oh, it's going to be over, so you don't have to stop it"

"Senior Shall, you're plain terrible...... Um, stop when I do, will you? You're the only one who can stop Senior Shall, right?

Having instantly abandoned Gilk, Lislit begged Sharstena not to abandon herself.

"I finally caught you"

"............ ugh"

I need to grab the already dying gilk and let it get away with it.

"Get out of the way once, you son of a bitch."

"Buhè."

Gilk flying out of the arena.

The audience is all donned. I feared it would be too much.

"Uh, refreshing"

"Sylvia's first match for a mysterious tracking play in the morning and a stunning magic victory over Sylvia's magical motorcycle race"

Shit. Were you at the Sylvia game today? I wasn't watching it desperately to chase Gilk around.

With that in mind, I looked at Sylvia more often than usual and stared at her with tight eyes.

What? What? I'm so scared...

I don't know why Sylvia's game was interrupted or I don't think the sword I threw fell over Sylvia's head.

"Come on, are you ready, players?"

"Ha! Yabe Yabe"

In the host's words, I was not even on a magic bike to get ready, and I panicked across the bike.

The magic bike was slightly different from Earth's.

Overall blackened body. Everywhere seems to be made of black metal.

Instead of tyres that would absorb the shock, iron wheels were mounted and spinning magic fixtures were mounted on each front and rear. The chair is also made of iron and looks really hard. It's a seat of defects that I'm sure your butt will scream.

And most importantly, there was nothing that had to be on the handle.

Wait, wait, wait, wait. There's no brake.

"brakes ⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉

"You're lying... seriously"

Apparently, the concept of braking doesn't exist in the first place.

Accident rate is 100 par. You're too dangerous.

How am I supposed to stop?

No way. Wait for it to stop naturally?

Oh, it's too dangerous...... this is definitely a guy who can't be released to the public. There are many dead people.

"Come on, let's leave the crazy animals alone and start the race."

"You're gonna burn it?

Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me.

Gently threatening, he showed off his stunning dugout in the MC seat. Apparently, one thing the other day turned out to be good moxibustion.

"Come on, let's get started."

I laid my hand on a magic injector attached to the handle. They say passing magic here spins the wheel and moves forward. I don't think both wheels need to spin, but I guess civilization hasn't gone that far in this world yet.

"3"

This is the first time I've ever ridden a motorcycle with wheels spinning back and forth. Probably quite different on its own.

Should we just pass magic on one side here?

They say it's easier to just rotate the wheels in the back.

"2"

Can you give me about a test drive? Whatever bump production is tough.

I've never seen a bike in this world, so it's the first time in two wheels per se, except for a student at a magic school, right?

Definitely decided to get cocky.

"1"

Whoa, it's time to get your mind together.

Uh, the rear wheel is on the right...

"Startup"

Started in unison with the moderator's voice...... didn't.

As soon as the race started, 80% of it went down. You see.

And most people who have lost their start are also driving erratically and unstable.

I'm a magic school student. Half of them are in that state.

I can't stand to see it race. The audience is laughing at us.

I'm angry, but I'm not right now.

"Kitchick suddenly jumped to the top"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa."

It's not a roar. Screaming.

I should have started at the same time, but I was top of the line with a knot. But that's not what I intended.

Simply put, it's a runaway state. We lost too much magic when we got off to the start.

The spinning magic of the wheel shed so much magic that it screamed. Even now that we have stopped the magic, the remaining magic continues to spin the wheels.

"This defect... brake... brake... brake..."

I'm not talking about not driving anymore. Just make sure you don't get caught up in it. When something comes around the corner, I'll pack it.

The ground is too bad. Normally, the rock bursts out. If it's the pain in the butt when you step on it...

"Kokokokokokokokokokoko"

Road that gets worse as you go. It's already a handful of situations, but there can't be a race that just goes straight.

"Bu, bump."

Bogorn

There's no way I, the paper driver, can do that, like turning in a rattled path, or even being too fast, and crashing into rocky walls from the front.

"Gaha."

Next to a wrecked magic bike, me throwing up blood.

It just worked...

My head cracks. I didn't even have time to wrap up my demon costume.

"Shh... is this disqualification?

A magic bike so crooked that it doesn't fasten the prototype. The rear wheels, the wheels of the front wheels bent and even the steering wheels were flying in a remote position, which continued to rotate vainly with the remaining magic.

I'm not in a very good condition to run.

"Gehoggyhoggy,... Shit. Did they even hit you in the gut?"

I need Charstena to heal me soon.

I thought so, and stood up for the most part. Because of my pain tolerance, I was able to move even with injuries that I would not otherwise be able to move, and I got up normally.

I almost died the other way because of this resistance before.

This pain tolerance is just as flawed as this magic bike.

If you put up with it a little bit even when you're dying, you can move unchanged. So you don't realize you're in danger.

I don't know if it's okay or bad. It's resistance.

"The kitchen that crashed into the wall without turning is safe. ⁉ The treatment team is on site immediately."

The dust rolled up in the accident was still hiding the magic bike from me.

But I heard the host.

"If the treatment team is here, give it to me, you can stay here."

I was about to go to Charstena's, and I decided to wait here.

She was always cured by Charstena when she was injured, so going to get her cured was like a scumbag, but on second thought, there was a treatment team.

"Come quick, guffaw."

I kneel in the nausea that gushes up from the back of my throat.

"Ha ha, is it worse than I thought...?

I knew it was a defect. I don't know my condition because of my pain tolerance.

I can only feel shallow cut pain, even if I can't move. That can't tell my condition.

But I instinctively felt like bleeding any more.

Your vision clears up as you keep your mouth down with your bloody hands and desperately reduce nausea.

Kitchick's safe.

You're not safe.

"Ahhhhhh, the magic bike! A magic bike costing five million dollars.

You're more worried about motorcycles than I am. It's cheaper than I thought. Looks like it could be bought with an easy win.

Even as you put a penetration into your mind that you don't think is in such a dangerous state, you keep your blood from spitting. I can't stand it, the blood is coming out of my mouth a little bit, but still desperately.

I get glare. I bled too much.

Not yet, treatment team. If you don't hurry, you'll die. Me.

Booooooooooo

I heard an impending motorcycle and raised my face slightly wondering if the treatment squad had arrived and the magic motorcycle driven by Sylvia was impending. Unlike my runaway state, it's steady driving.

Sylvia looked at me throwing up blood and she gave me a mocking and laughing look and set a beautiful turn and ran away.

Aren't you worried? What's the look on that guy's face?

Sure, I was flying like an asshole, but you're a winning mistake for beginners. I didn't put this in school like you guys did. It's a natural consequence, so to speak.

Yet there is no sardine to be laughed at.

"Ray, it's okay. ⁉

"Gehoggyhoggy, not at all"

It was Charstena who came. He rushed me faster than the treatment squad. Really good girlfriend. She's a sweet, warm, beautiful girl, unlike some cold, beautiful girl.

It's cute, it's stylish, it's strong, it's sweet, and if I give you a good thing about Charstena, I don't have the chili.

I'm in love.

"It's okay. I'll fix it."

Don't worry. If we leave it to Charstena.

I think I'll get some sleep.

I might be able to see Nord in this condition.

Have you become accustomed to dying? I closed my eyes with no particular impatience and serenity.

Even after Ray lost consciousness, the race continued. Sylvia runs that top. The curve bent at risk, and the staged ground also decided to make a brilliant jump and landing to definitely widen the difference between the second.

"Sylvia showing a pleasant run, there was still a magic bike. Is the advantage huge? ⁉ ⁉ BUT! It's not that easy to go through militant games, motorcycle racing, accident zones, but don't worry about it.

"... say what..."

She also competed last year, she knew. He said motorcycle racing depends on how you attack steep curves and steps called accident-prone zones. So I didn't know what the moderator meant by words, and I tried to put them into words by accident. But Sylvia's words are scratched off along the way.

I don't know how many times I've heard it in the last few days. To the dragon roar...

"Are you here? I stepped on it when Kitchick arrived, but the poor girl came. '

"... Thunder Dragon..."

"Whatever. This one manipulates thunder and dragons. I don't have a hobby for girls, but the role entrusted to me must be fulfilled. I wonder if they can go beyond my trials."

"... I'll show you beyond"

Thunder Dragon stayed afloat in the sky and roared again. Rain clouds gather as if to answer them, and become thunderclouds.

Despite more and more clouds, no rain grains fall, instead thunder pours like rain.

"Eh, Tsuchikura!

I decided it would be dangerous if I stayed out here. I cover my bike with dirt magic aggressively.

"Creatures......"

It would be like playing for a dragon. But there is no more threat to us humans.

I've never felt the difference in power before.

Just a growl, a constant and widespread power to keep thunder pouring down. Even if I unleashed all my thunder magic, I felt so powerful that it would not extend to that pouring single thunder.

All I could say was that it was a monster to keep pouring it down hundreds.

"It really keeps me in the way"

I knew. That it was Kitty who brought those dragons.

The day before the martial arts tournament started, I watched far away as there was someone fisting that Dikuld.

It was the other day that I found out that it was Kitty. It stings in me for some reason, and I get angry at what I do to kick ass.

"It's troublesome... the target is Thunder. If Thunder Dragon gets in the way directly, it's a tough place to be honest... but if it's just thunder, I can handle it"

Thunder is vulnerable to dirt. If you're in a place covered in dirt, you shouldn't be damaged by lightning.

Then there's one way to take it.

"Quiet soil, be a shield that breaks its tranquillity and protects me, Rock Cave"

He instantly solidified the image he wanted to become and chanted and activated magic to make it a stronger object.

From the earthen masses that covered Sylvia, the ground, raised to thrive, continues to the goal point.

Beneath the raised ground, it was a small cavity, large enough to allow each person to pass at leisure.

Sylvia illuminates the cave with even more light magic, making the bike run.

The falling thunder continues to fall to the ground, but the moment it falls to the ground, it scorches and diffuses its surroundings. As a result, there was no such thing as a small stone drop in the cave from time to time due to the impact of lightning strikes, which could be a major obstacle.

Sylvia pours more magic into the cave if it doesn't fall out while its endurance holds.

Explode a tunnel roughly 2 km long, magically collapse the goal point, and exit through the tunnel.

"Sylvia, beyond thunder dragon obstruction, Goal Magic School, first place pass."

A great cheer rang out to Sylvia, who got off the magic bike and put her foot on the ground.

Sylvia has no way of responding to that cheer, and she unfathomably follows the scene. Behind that expression, which had not brought any emotions to mind, there was a fighting spirit burning and rolling in her.

Livestock, which was an anxiety element, was seriously injured. With that amount of blood, you shouldn't be able to fight all you can for a while.

If it works, it could disappear before it hits me. Then only fulfill the snowflake afterwards.

Wait. I'll give you a taste of the soil.