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

"Congratulations on first place, Shall. I didn't know how. That's a shal to activate magic while chanting."

"Thanks Ray. I'm still practicing. We have to concentrate."

Charstena was humbled with a bright grin, not yet. But you don't have to be modest. I did something that no one in this city could imitate. I want you to be more chesty and proud. And I want you to highlight the swell that's grown recently.

What's so amazing about the martial arts that Charstena did is that she kept pulling the magic trigger during the chant.

I seldom chant, but it is impossible without the use of multiple thoughts. More importantly, I can't do what Charstena did with it.

As a rule, magic can only be activated one type per thought. Multiple thoughts only increase the number of that thought and increase the number of magic that can be activated.

I mean, every thought is independent.

For example, it's my way of separating two thoughts, changing images, or activating them at the same time.

The Charstena way, on the other hand, activates magic at the same time as the image in one thought. Probably been working out repeatedly until the magic was activated unconsciously.

He's an artist I can't even imitate.

So, Charstena's chanting magic and my multi-thought-type magic are the opposite way to do it.

"Oh, yeah, Sylvia wants to talk to Shall."

"Silvia? Is this about Ray again?

You didn't ask about the business. But it's probably not about me.

Sylvia used to say things like no more fighting me. That means we no longer need to collect information. Then you won't even come to hear more about me now.

"I guess not. Earlier, he said that there was no more fighting..."

"What? Why?

'Cause the rest of my block is restricted and I'm not a winner.'

"It's okay, Ray would. Restricted, but unbeatable."

"I hope so."

Charstena inspired me. But Sylvia's words never got out of my head.

Sylvia seemed to calmly analyze my current state and conclude on top of that that I would never win. That's the way to put it, but Charstena's words on the other hand were unfounded and devoid of anything, and just seemed to encourage.

If I'm in love with Charstena, that's enough.

Just think calmly, I don't even think what Sylvia is saying is a lie, and I feel anxious.

With magic restrictions, how long can I fight?

Limit breaking, quarantine space, and demon dolls consume too much magic to use.

What you can use with your remaining Immortal Soul skills are magicians, demon costumes, and storage space.

Compressing magic with a magician consumes too much magic, so a flame-style sword modification cannot be used. Is a demon bomb the limit of a medium-sized blow?

The demon costume depends on how attacked they are, but if you think they're going to do it there, it could be five minutes.

The storage space can be as big as a castle, so you can use it all you want, but it's basically not offensive...

If you use that one, it will be an attack, but it's pretty valuable anyway. I want to use it for life-threatening matters.

When I thought about it again, I found that I could hardly use my Immortal Soul skills.

That means you have to fight without the Immortal Soul skill. Plus, advanced… water dragons are not available. If you use it, that's it.

More importantly, I don't want to use magic if I can. I don't want to use it when I can't afford it because I consume more magic than my skills.

... Pretty bad, huh?

Can you beat Gold or Anna in this state? I can't do that.

I don't know if they're on those two levels, but if they have the same strength as that, isn't it impossible for me to win?

With that in mind, I feel comfortable with what Sylvia said without even being angry.

The magic power available is 1700. I wonder how we can save on this.

"Since we started seven days ago, we've been overwhelming others. Kick-ass, kick-ass, kick-ass. Today's opponent is not easy. Dick-ass, Sylvia followed by Sylvia, a man with a good third place, Singen is today's opponent. Kick-ass, who won the tournament in fifth grade, just like Sylvia and Dick-ass. Kick-ass, who's limited in magic, can take away wins?"

The man introduced to Singen was a man with long hair bound behind him and pinned spines. He was taller than me, a man dressed and stood up like a samurai, not a kimono, not a chongmage, but conceived by the Japanese.

"Awkward, my name is Singen. Thank you for this match."

He's like a samurai to the way he talks. I got the impression that the courtesy seemed solid.

"I'm sincerely sorry the injury hasn't fully healed, but the game is a game. I can't take it easy."

"I'm not going to ask you to cut me some slack. I can't do everything I can, but let's have a good game."

Tie your hands tight, then me and Singen wait a little further for the signal to start the game.

"Beginning"

There was a copper at the start of the game.

"Well, how much can you scratch your legs!

When there's a copper, I run out with him. That speed is visibly slower than usual.

Actually, I have a lot of magic thanks to my unique skills, and I've always activated my physical enhancement system skills.

That's to increase the amount of magic and to be able to cope with aggressive things.

Also, as a matter of course, if you continue to use your skills, you will be better at handling them. That's even after the skill level is kansted. Try it until you canst in a way, it's like a tutorial.

Excellence in skills is beyond that.

I've been activating physical enhancement skills all the time, and I've come to the point where I can say I've maximized that skill.

At the time of Kanst, the physical sensation had only risen by about 500, but now the 1500 is up to complacency.

On the contrary, however, the drop width is large when not in use.

This time, we have to save as much magic as we can, so we're also sharpening our physical strengthening skills. Other spaces, ocular systems, and crisis sensing are off.

Even if these are activated at all times, they run out of 1700 and so on in no time. You have to keep it warm, except when it's necessary.

Singen did not move from the starting position. He dropped his hips, put his hands on the knife, and waited for me to come.

I pull out my sword as I run over. It's a new sword made out of the tuna of an orga I bought yesterday.

"Sick."

Singen swung through the knife with momentum.

Knife extraction.

The fastest accelerating sword approaches me in time for Singen.

"Knock."

I manage to slip a sword that doesn't move, as usual, between my knife and my body, flying lightly to kill momentum. And at the same time as the landing, I was going to take a blow this time.

But I meant to fly lightly, but the landing was about as far away as the starting position.

"Light"

To put it that way, Singen approached him with a poking stand. That speed is on par with me with physical enhancement.

Obviously it was evidence of a difference between me and Singen's flesh right now.

I keep preventing Singen from attacking with a single piece of paper. Critical, avoided, lightly cut skin, unable to play with sword, unable to accept again, kept flying.

It was as if there was a difference between Singen and them as much as I wanted to say what the game was until yesterday.

This difference would be the difference that could have been made because of the status.

Obviously, I wasn't dealing with him.

"What's up? Are you a belly to be cut by an awkward man without doing anything like this?

Singen hunts me down with a magnificent sword and yet provokes me.

"Chip, rebel!

I've decided I'm gonna get hit any more. I'm gonna play Singen, and I'm gonna jump back so I can get played, too.

"Ha ha."

"Too bad. Ever since I saw the first day of the war with the dragon, I've been eagerly awaiting a match with the awkward, Lord Kitchick, but I hear Lord Kitchick is sincerely not feeling well."

Singen, who decided to land without losing his balance, dropped his shoulder as he fell off his head.

"That was bad. I didn't live up to expectations. But we're just getting this game started, right?

"... it is pointless to continue any more games with Lord Kitchick, who is heartbroken but unable to give his full strength. If you will, let's hope the words before you are true."

The surrounding atmosphere of Singen has changed.

Coming...

I used my foresight and waited for Singen to move. Drop your hips, hold your sword with both hands, and wait for that time.

Swing down from the rear left!

Side steps in the right direction as you wave your sword in the direction the foresight eye taught you.

In the moment, the knife is unloaded to a place not inconsistent with predictions and dimensions.

"Come on!"

Prediction, defense.

Prediction, avoidance.

How many times would I have done the same thing, my breath had gone up and Singen was still steadily pushing me with a move I could afford.

Prediction, defense.

Prediction, defense.

Eventually, I can't even afford to avoid it, and I start flirting with Singen's wielding knife. My body doesn't follow a knife that gets me off at different angles and directions every time.

Obviously it was a move that used other reinforcing systems, or some kind of skill in combination.

If I try to emulate that move, it will be imperative to push the limits.

If I didn't have magic, would I...

Unlike me, who feels sorry for herself, Singen was surprised and admired.

"Brilliant. I didn't think I could prevent it so far and get away with it"

"Ha ha, are you praising that?

Run, you sound like a fool.

"Whatever. I'm so sorry. I can't fight Lord Kitchick with all my might. But there's also the next game. It's time to end it."

Singen disappeared.

instantaneous vibration

I thought so. I waved my sword in a straight line. But the foresight showed where Singen appeared was right behind me.

Damn, we're not gonna make it!

Trying to turn the sword to your back doesn't make it. And predictions come true.

Zash.

From my shoulder blades to my buttocks, I collapsed at the front of my head, slit diagonally.

Still, consciousness stays and I try to get up and see if I can get hit like this.

"The energy to stand up with deep wounds is brilliant. But it's stupid to do that in this game. Don't Lord Kitchick already know that? He said he couldn't beat the awkward in his current state."

"Not yet, haha, I can do it. I still have the trump card."

A thousand more magic powers can be used.

As long as it hits the demon bomb, you still have a winning eye.

"Then I will try to use the trump card and the dot. Awkward, let's not have a hobby of cutting people off senseless. If that's how you feel about Lord Kitchick, take it and stand."

"Ha ha, that's generous of you? I can't believe you took it all the way."

"Originally, only Lord Kitchick was carrying a handful."

Singen seems to have a fair play spirit. I felt no lie or falsehood in the words.

"Don't regret dying, okay? Magic Bomb"

I was not hesitant to let him hit the Demon Blast Ball.

Even the demon man, who was as strong as that idiot, if he could stand this damaging move, he tried to endure it and hit it with all the rest of the magic he could use today.

"Break!"

Singen slapped the demon blast ball directly from the front.

It's pointless. The Demon Blast Ball is a blow that destroys everything. I was licking it when I slaughtered it and the destruction never stopped.

"Become!"

Instead of damaging Singen, the slashed Demon Blast Ball disappeared without even causing an explosion.

That's unnatural enough to leave even the rest of the magic behind, and it's beautiful and sappy.

"The Awkward Sword slashes the magic. Whatever you slaughter, whether it's magic or a piece of magic, you attribute it to nothing."

Singen boasted of her power without concealing it.

"... here we go. Surrender."

I gave my hands like a surrender pose when they pointed a pistol at me and admitted to losing.

Surrender. Oh, and if they cut the trump card beautifully, there's nothing I can do.

"Kitty, Kitty admitted losing." Winner, Singen. "

The audience cheered at Singen, not me.

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I can only remember when Dick beat me.

I regretted it then, too. You laughed on your face, but you regretted it on the inside.

You swore to your heart that you would win next time. I miss you...

Thus I tasted my first defeat in a long time.

"Hey, I lost. Tehe."

"Not Tehe, you son of a bitch. What are you losing? ⁉ Dumb-ass or ⁉ Dumb-ass. ⁉ You can win if you bang like you always do. ⁉"

If Tehepero and I turn to the Commander-in-Chief to forgive him cutely, then the Commander-in-Chief's anger will not subside and he will yell and scatter.

If Lycood hadn't held Gilk, the momentum would be pounding him.

"No, it was just bad. There was nothing I could do."

"You did it. You should have used magic without thinking about it. You would have done it."

"No, it is... Charles got me ahead of him..."

"Leading the way, ⁉"

Gilk turns to Ba and Charstena. And Charstena began to talk about the leading content with a shilley face.

"I signed a blood contract while I was asleep so Ray couldn't be impotent. You signed a contract with me that only allowed me to use magic five percent for two weeks. Blood contract, so Ray can't use more than 5 percent of his magic no matter what happens for the next 11 days"

"Doorhoe, what are you doing?"

A blood contract is a contract made up of the blood of two contractors. This contract is quite powerful and breaking it is extremely difficult. If penalties are prescribed, they will be imposed when attempts are made to break them and when they are broken.

The contract Charstena made on her own does not provide for penalties, but it is still the blood contract that cannot be broken.

The blood that runs through me is chaining up, and it's jamming my contract. Breaking it is not easy.

"I mean, seriously, I couldn't do it. Give me a break."

"Charstena, destroy it, destroy it, destroy it now."

"I don't like it. I can't discard it as a healer. 'Cause, Ray, you're absolutely impotent."

"Let me do that. I'm telling you, when are you going to do it without tears?"

I was told about the contract last night, and I said something similar to Gilk. He asked me to destroy it immediately.

I strongly said that I couldn't get the contract just on my own, but Charstena refused to do so.

Charstena's statement was that Ray would soon forget his promise to me and run, so I had to force him to.

Charstena is stubborn when this happens. Never shake your head vertically. Besides, I know what she's saying. I broke my promise for sure, and I don't want you to be forced to do it at a martial arts tournament that's no different from the festival.

So I gave up her persuasion early, but the gilk of militant tournament life is persistently persuading Charstena. But it was also obvious that the persuasion would end in vain.

"What do we do? ⁉ ⁉ This guy's still in the game the day after tomorrow ⁉ ⁉ If you lose there, it's over. ⁉ ⁉"

"It's okay. Ray can win."

"That's what you said and you lost today. ⁉ *"

There is really a lot of trust in Charstena. Despite losing today, I believe I can definitely win the next game.

I don't know how to answer that trust...

I know what Sylvia said in today's game was true. If we stay like this, we're likely not to win again the day after tomorrow.

"Shurstena, in the name of Gilk Rustberg, order you to break the contract."

Gilk even tries to use his prince's power to make him break his contract. It's a last resort. I've never seen this guy use his power against us.

"No."

Charstena shills away the power. With this happening, it is no longer possible to persuade Charstena.

There is no way left to convince Gilk to break his contract any further.

"Give it up already, Gilk. I can't convince Charles because he's stubborn. It's smarter than that to think about how to win this next game with all the restrictions."

"What are you giving up? ⁉ ♪ If you lose the next game, you're sure to lose. ⁉ ♪ You know what I mean? ⁉ ♪"

A gilk that grabs the chest and wiggles hard vertically.

"No, so I'm telling you to think of something so you can't lose. You have information about them anyway, don't you? Just tell me that."

"I guess it's really restrictive and I can do something about it. ⁉ ●"

"He said to talk to him for now. You have to ask."

"Che, I can't help it"

Gilk, whilst tongue-in-cheek, looks a little calm. Looks like my anger is finally healing.

"The other player's name is Lucy Huelkass. He was educated in English talent from an early age in the family of Imperial aristocrats, and is the holder of secondary strength to Sylvia in the School of Magic. Good at magic is wind and water. They used spears mainly in melee combat, but their strength is not good. Later, magic comes into play without chanting. The power doesn't extend to Charstena or Sylvia, but activation speed is a big deal only. In this year's game, it's all been won by just one magic shot just after it started. The only magic I've ever used in a match was existing magic, and there was nothing notable about it. Probably not the type to make the original. He's the type who attacks with mainstream magic. And my hobby is gardening. My favorite object is flowers. The cliché..."

"I don't need that information. The way we fight is enough."

Did you need to gather information even on hobbies and things you liked?

How do you know that?

"So, what are my chances of winning?

"If you're doing well today, it's 0. They'll do it before they get close."

"That means we have to do it magically."

0? Tough. I can trust this guy's eyes. I'm not going to be a huge fan of the militant tournament to Dada.

"How do you do that to a habit you can barely use? Anyway, all your good at magic is your grandfather, right?

"Exactly! How do you know that?

"Asshole. Who do you think has eaten your magic the most?"

I don't think it's the right place to put your chest up, but if you want it in person, it's fine. There will be something like pride that you can't even give way to for fun.

"You think the easiest way to come up with it later is to keep running even until you run out of magic?

"You can't. She's a fierce man with over 20,000 magic powers. Besides, I specialize in magic that consumes less magic. It won't go away that easily."

"How do you even know about other people's magic?

"Huh, who do you think I am? About this much before breakfast."

The position of a prince seems to be that even human personal information from other countries will be readily available.

"20,000 magic..."

Simply think S-class.

Speaking of moves that I can defeat S-Class with this amount of magic, that's all I have. Stuff your distance from your opponent in an instant and hit your fist with the momentum intact. But here's one problem.

That move is too powerful. If you're a Class A demon, you're not dreaming of a one-hit special.

But when I use it in a game, it changes the story.

Perhaps with that move, most of the guys will die from a single blow. It could blow up in pieces. If I could stand it, it would be about the samurai I fought with Dick today. I'm afraid to punch in if I'm not a physical guy.

This is only a game. The exchange of life is a pleasure.

Even if you win the battle, you lose the game.

And I don't want to kill people for nothing.

Other moves that might win are flamewind, icewind duplicity? But I don't think it's a good way to do that, given the number of steps. If you ask me, I mean I'm good at water magic, so flamewind swords are almost pointless. Furthermore, he seems to be good at wind magic, so it is possible that wind blades will not pass in the first place if strong winds are scattered around him.

Not this way either.

I can't afford to use magic on moves with many anxiety elements.

After that, body strengthening and instantaneous motion, how to attack with hinddragonization?

Most likely, but also unlikely.

From Gilk's story, he looks like an athlete who has won only by magic. You can assume that we have measures in place.

It's an honest bet you can beat that countermeasure before your magic runs out.

............... cut the trump card?

No, you can't. If you use something like that, you'll lose your magic power in less than a minute.

Stuck.

Even if we are looking for new ways to fight now, we cannot try and make mistakes because we have no magic.

That means we have to get through this pinch somehow just because we have it now.

I put my arms together, and if I don't, I keep trying and making mistakes.

Gilk likewise tries and errors and occasionally tells me how he came up with it, but none of it can wipe the anxiety element.

That may be what the game is supposed to be, but it is no exaggeration to say that it carries the Royal College. I was hesitant to draw cheap conclusions from my position.

"Can't you cut the move of beating at that moment?

"I can't. Then we have to make sure that we don't activate all the other skills except instantaneous motion. But that would take a lot of damage, too, and probably not make a blow special. That move didn't work out in the first place."

I've never had to think about it before. The only person to use that was a demon or a dragon, and rather, it was how to make it a more powerful move.

The weakness of that move is that it is not easy to consume magic.

"Is the phoenix... unusable? How about the guy in front of you?

"Incompatible. It doesn't go well with wind magic. Bounced back when I used it on my Char opponent before."

You freaked out then. If I hadn't had a lislite nearby, I would have almost been burned with my moves.

"Simply attacking... that's a fool"

"Does Gilk think so, too?

"Oh."

Was I right after all?

If that's what a commander is for sure. You probably know one or two of the countermeasures anyway.

Consider that, and if you mean foolishness, you shouldn't do it.

"How about a mini-water dragon?

"Asshole, that makes sense from big guy"

"Let the dirt doll carry a weapon. Any special attacks?

"I have that as a trump card, but it won't last a minute"

"What about the Magic Riot attack?

"I can't guess that until I get him."

"Then fly in the sky..."

"If the storm walls are used, it's over."

"Let your finances say things and bribe you."

"That's it."

Nice idea.

That's it, that! Give me 50 million and you'll give up the win!

"No, you can't, both of you!

"Don't stop me, Shall. This is all I have."

"If Charstena had broken her contract in the first place, she wouldn't have bothered so much."

As Gilk and I tried to get to the other player, Charstena spread her hands in front of the door and blocked her.

"If he finds out, he could be disqualified, right?

"I have this quote. If we don't find out, crime won't be a crime."

"That's just an excuse for criminals, isn't it? ⁉ ●"

If you don't find out, it's not a sin.

"Speaking of which, I also heard this from a guy who used to go into a castle hut. Even if you find out, it comes with a bath, rice, toilet."

"So that's a criminal, too, isn't it? ⁉ ●"

And for free.

"Stop it, everyone!

Charstena asked Anna and the others for help.

"I'm not either. If he finds out, he'll find out. It's gonna be fun."

"I take my place, I take my place"

An uninteresting Anna and a lislite who was fighting trauma at some point.

Gold is currently under Anna's feet. Leave Seatella alone because she's on my side in the first place. Saila doesn't seem to understand very well.

Haku is in the middle of something. Lycood is in reading.

I mean, Charstena had no allies.

"It's terrible, Minnie."

It was a crying charstena, but in the first place, the contract was exchanged on its own.

"Step aside, Shall."

"I'm not going away!

"Ray, through the back door..."

"I won't let you go!

Charstena covered the back door with huge ice walls.

Lycood, who was reading a book right on its side, blurted his body into the cold air and sneezed loudly.

Suddenly? It's cold... "

"The Rays are trying to beat us with bribes, so we're stopping them! Lycood, help me, too!

"What? Why are you doing that while I'm reading a book..."

Lycood didn't seem to follow him at all. He didn't seem to listen to me at all while I was here.

"Senior Rykud ordered. Don't ever help me."

"From me, it's a prince's order."

"I'm not sure what it is... do you need a bribe in the first place?

"That's what I came to the conclusion."

"Oh, I see. I get it all. Mr. Ray, I forgot one thing."

Forgot what?

"Remember the rules of the tournament. It said in it that Tamer could take the Tamed Warcraft."

"" Hak!

"Pii?"

Gilk and I noticed at the same time when we heard Lycood's explanation.

That's right, you can take Haku out!

Me and Gilk called me names. Haku woke up and was as Kyoton.

"Yes, that's good, isn't it? Stay magical."

"Something..."

"Oh......"

"Say it quickly, don't you?

I represented Charstena and Gilk's feelings.