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

"No way, you, reincarnator..."

That came out of my mouth unconsciously. Users of the same spatial system. If that's all you got, you're talented. So it was over. But the two words that came out of Arsh's words tied in me and derived the word reincarnator.

To my grunt, Arsh turned his crying face into a stunner.

"Why did you do that?"

An open eye and mouth spoke of it being true.

You had a reincarnator besides me...

Is that Nord again? Did he reincarnate Arsh?

"Because I'm a reincarnator, too."

"What... lying ⁉ * you too ⁉ *"

Arsh raised his voice out of surprise. I shook my body freaking out at it. Turn to Chirali and Charstena and the others.

The Charstenas were looking straight at this one, but didn't seem to hear a voice.

Good. If I hadn't stayed away, it could have been one shot out.

I'm relieved.

I don't think I'm ready to tell you yet. That seemed to be the same for Arsh, who, like me, was only looking in the direction of Duran and the others.

"Arsh, we'll talk later. Now we have a game."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

One word. When I said that, Arsh agreed. I don't see any complaints about finishing the game first.

"So, judging overall by this situation, it means I win... what about there?

"You can lose me. I'm not complaining about losing the same rebirth."

"Are you sure?"

What was the point of losing just now? I thought I could rub it here again, but he admitted to losing.

That night. Arsh and I kept an eye on how well it was with the screw-ups we set up.

To give you time to talk. We needed to be alone because we didn't want each other to get to know each other about being reincarnated.

"You can talk about it now. I can't hear you outside."

"Hmm, looks like there's a wall."

Knocking on a wall cut off in quarantine space with a ton of tonnes, Arsh sits on a stone on my front side.

"Now, what do we talk from..."

"Aren't we going to start by introducing ourselves over there?

"Oh, well, you do"

Sure, I'm just wondering where Arsh came from.

"My name in my previous life came from Hitachi Ridge. Born in Japan. Do you understand Japanese?

I spoke in Japanese because I didn't know what to say about Japan in the language of this world. And I wondered what I would do if I was an American or something while I was talking, and I asked if I could understand the words.

'Course you do. Because I was Japanese too. His name is Shashi Kimura. I was 19. I went to college. "

"I was in high school at 17. I came to this world stabbed by a passageway '

"Wow, that hurts... I'm a bong in the car"

"It looks more painful that way..."

Arsh with his face slightly distorted to pull. But Bon looks more painful in the car. At least for the purpose I saw......

"Well, you can introduce yourself around here"

"I'm putting it back already. It's been a long time since I've been able to use Japanese."

"Right. But I'm tired because I'm not used to my mouth."

The pronunciation and accents were perfect because I'm a former Japanese, but I can't keep my mouth shut. It's easier to say these words now.

"When did Arsh die? Sometimes I meet reincarnators from different times when it's Lanobe or something... how old is Arsh?

"Heisei, Heisei. December 18, 2015"

"December 18…"

When was that day?

I think the year issue was the same. That day, I was about to go to school. Monday after the holidays, for sure.

Speaking of which, it was cold.

I keep remembering.

I came home tired from part-time the other day. At that time, I do think I mourned myself being single next week for Christmas. What is this... Am I dead on 17 or 18 December?

"Probably died about the same time as me."

My voice was surprisingly low myself.

There is no untrained in previous life. But it didn't feel good to remember how I was when I died.

I casually gazed at the ground. Fire in sight, little stone rolling over bald ground, and trembling feet.

Trembling?

Who did?

Me...?

"Hey, you're okay. ⁉

"Oh, oh."

I smiled bewildered.

What am I shivering at...?

Dead?

"Uh, don't! I can't believe we talked about when we died."

"Right."

Arsh has asked me if I care or if I want to change the subject brightly. I snort small at it. The tremor had stopped already.

"How was Arsh coming over here?

"It's wild to hear that, isn't it? She was a pitch-pitch college girl, wasn't she? There's something untrained about it."

"Ha, right"

Looks like Arsh is joking and trying to inspire me.

"But I used to admire this kind of thing. There's some untrained stuff, but I've decided to enjoy this world."

That's what Arsh said, and I've heard about you.

"I wasn't untrained. But I thought you'd give me a break the moment I was reincarnated."

"What? Such an abusive or such a mouth?

"No, I didn't... I don't know where to start"

We had to talk about our dreams to explain it. Without it, it was obvious that it would be an explanation that would not obtain the procedure.

"When I was in my last life, I had a strange dream. Clear dreams are the closest thing I've ever had, but I thought it was a dream. It's like the world was here."

"Yes? What do you mean?

Arsh tilted his neck.

It still doesn't seem easy for you to understand.

"I don't know how to explain it... it's pretty tricky. I guess I should say that I had already come to this world through my dreams in my previous life. Isn't that what Arsh did?

"I don't. Or isn't that the guy with the pattern of going to another world if he sleeps?

There it is, that pattern. That's the easiest thing to understand.

"That. That pattern. It was a positive reincarnation. So it was Nord who did it."

"Nord? Who?

"Did you hear the voice when you were dying?

"I've never been dying myself... have I been dying yet?

That's what Arsh said, and he asked me if there was any reflection from his previous life.

"I think I've been dying about four times already. I almost died 10 days ago."

"Aren't you stupid? On the contrary, it's stranger to be alive...?

Arsh became an eye that looked as if he saw a rare creature when he couldn't believe it. I even got the thankful word that my life was important.

Let me make an excuse for those kind words.

"You have no choice. I had no choice but to run wild, don't pat with S-class, fall into the valley, have a motorcycle accident."

Yes, everything had to happen. Two things I didn't expect to do and two things I had to do.

Especially the latter had people's lives at stake. Both are the result of what I did best.

"Are you out of your mind that it sounded like more than half your carelessness?

"It's my fault, it's my fault"

Yes, even if he had a death wish title.

"Well, I'm about to flush it now, S-class and Don Patch? What are you doing? You want to die?

"Who is a suicidal aspirant? There was a situation I couldn't find."

I told him the truth that wasn't fabricated from scratch because it was going to be an assessment of someone who would put a razor on his wrist as it was.

"Wow, that was such a bad case.... I mean, seriously, what are you doing?

…………

I explained it on purpose and it didn't seem to change my opinion of me. No, it could rather be getting worse.

"Let me tell you from an older me in my previous life and here, my life needs to be taken care of because I was reborn."

"............... I don't want him to tell me he keeps rubbing like a child"

It was true. Both.

Earsh, who was punching his sister, groans that he was stabbed where it hurts a lot.

"... because Duran is bad"

"A child? From me, it was both."

I'd like to ask your sister there (...) if that dispute makes sense.

"Listen to me. Duran is a nibble."

"If you watch, you'll see."

"Right? I want Duran to notice, but Hang and Al will find out first...... you too"

What? You changed the subject to romantic counseling?

Huh?

You don't care about Nord or anything?

Duran > The guy who might have been involved in the reincarnation, is he?

I'll be out after that. I'll be out.

Are you in love? Makes me want to ask.

"... it is. What do you think? As the same man."

"I don't know. If you say so, isn't it because it's childhood friendly or something?

There's no point in being such a throwing answer. As far as I'm concerned, reincarnates want to talk more about each other.

After all, I didn't know how Arsh had lived or how there was Nord's shadow.

"Because it's childhood friendly? No, that's where you adore it the other way around. Men and women who have loved each other since childhood go beyond a journey of tears, laughter and adventure. I adore you!"

Arsh thrives on her own.

Meanwhile, being in a situation where childhood taming is not supposed to be an adorable thing called Dick, I float that adorable part in my head and float down.

"... in fact, that's not how it feels, so it's a problem before I adore you"

"Ugh... ha, I don't know what to do..."

It's been a long time since I've entered a story that has nothing to do with reincarnators. Do you want me to give up and give you a serious answer for putting you back on track?

"Well, from what I've seen, you don't think he's a woman, do you?

"Oh, it's not terrible. ⁉ Please wrap it in an oblate."

Oblate... Oblate?

"He thinks it's a man"

"It's the same!

Same thing. Oblate's hard.

"He thinks it's attached."

"Lower story ⁉"

What? Can't you even do the lower stuff?

"I think it's a man, I don't think it's a woman after all"

"It doesn't make sense! Don't look at me as a woman!

What? So it's oblate?

It's hard to wrap it in oblate...

"I'm getting extra sad when I say it myself..."

"Well, don't be depressed. The point is, you just have to make her think she's a woman. Leave it to me."

I told him to encourage depressing Arsh. Add an appealing light to your crisp smile.

"I'm only anxious to leave it to you..."

With such Arsh anxiety, the 'Arsh Feminization Plan' began.

"Ugh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh! Are you going to kill me?"

"Uh-huh."

In the morning, I wake up with a wake-up call of a name called screaming.

Looking beside him, there was Duran, who breathed with Zeze and his shoulders, and Arsh, who had his head eagled in his hand and suffered from pain.

"I almost choked to death!

"Hey, what is it? Kind of, yeah, you just turned it into a pillow! Don't be so angry."

Duran, nearly killed by Arsh's busty chest, hits his wrath in the morning.

Meanwhile, Arsh was blushing, but desperately saying it back. I know I have 100 percent non, but he couldn't stand the shame of admitting it.

Alas. Is Operation Pillow a failure...

"I'll confirm today's quest ~"

The morning operation ended in failure.

No man hates a woman's breasts, it was an operation that pushed her forward there... but ended in failure by Arsh, who misapplied force from embarrassment and tension.

For now, as this goes on every day, we play... we can't just support love. We need to make a firm request for the real deal.

"I hear there's a massive outbreak of dregs in the swamps ahead."

"Dreg?"

Charstena looks unfamiliar and tilts her neck small.

Dreg is a rare demon. Its habitat is limited. Because of this, the visibility is low.

But it's a demon we see quite often in a limited area.

"It's not a particularly strong demon. It only lives in the swamp, so be careful not to take your legs off."

Dreg's rank is A. But that's limited to fighting in the marshes. If you fight anywhere else, the strength is said to fall to C.

Simply put, it's a marshland specialty demon.

"Right here."

If I took the next step, I groaned to stop and check in position to step into the swamp.

In front of you, the ground, which can be cloudy water or dreary soil, expands into a glass of vision. Even though the grass stretches from solid hard soil if you look behind it, the view is different as if it wasn't paved with asphalt from here on out.

I try to touch the crouching mud. The mud just softened and put a little effort into it and my hands sank deep.

"Wow, drool"

I flatter my face that if I step on it with my feet, it's going to bury me to my knees.

"If you're gonna look like that, you don't have to touch it."

Charstena said in a frightened voice somewhere.

"Wow, yeah..."

"Don't say that. Don't say that."

Stop Gordo shouting what he thinks right out of his mouth. But it's already too late.

Everyone who realizes what Gold was going to say distorts his face and falls back. But I had already touched it. My spine itches.

Wash your hands with water magic in a hurry.

"... All right, we'll switch and hunt the dregs"

"Does that mean I have to put my foot in this mud?

Arsh gazed at the mud with a look at the filth and said disgustingly. It's because Gold talked about something extra.

"No, I'll do it"

Charstena looked disgusted, as did Arsh. I can't help it if they make me look like this. Half because of Gold, but the other half is on me for choosing this request.

The restrictions were removed, and I decided to do it alone when I got used to my shoulders.

"Thanks, Ray"

"I'd like to thank you with a kiss."

And so on and so on,

"What do you think of me?"

"Whoa! Ah, Ahbu."

Arsh kicked my ass.

Use the fixed space in a hurry and stand on the mud. I managed to avoid dirt in a critical untouched position.

It was also while I was relieved with Critical Safe. It's already on the mud there. I mean...

Shh, shh, shh.

It's Dreg's territory. I don't know if it's because I went into the territory, or because it was noisy.

It's just that I was already under siege trying to stand on the mud.

"Aww! Run away, you miserable bastard.

Arsh panics terribly when he kicks it all over the place.

Shark-like backs were swirling around me, trying to surround the ship. The number lightly exceeds 10.

Arsh, who would never have been surrounded by this number of A-level demons, was worried and panicked about me.

The same goes for Duran and the others. I'm not being targeted myself, but my people are. But we can see the results where we went in. But if I couldn't let it go, I was in a hurry not knowing what to do.

"Yes, I'll help you now!

"No, don't. You're done eating and killing me!

I stopped Duran as he turned his hand around his shoulders and lifted Arsh, who tried to step into the mud.

"So, but..."

Earsh sees Duran in tears. I just met him. But someone who can talk about the old days who may not be alone in this world. She thought something had to be done because such an opponent was dying.

"Mr. Arsh, calm down. Because if anything happens to Ray, I'll move."

Charstena said with a smile on her face.

If you look at it, Anna and Gold, and Haku were also ready to jump out whenever something happened. That was a prep for my instructions to fly in whenever they wanted, but it didn't look like it to Arsh.

"Right. Not if you're in a hurry. I have an idea. I'm gonna go help Ray, so cover everyone."

Arsh thought calmly. You have to do everything you can to help me now.

To do that, Charstena and the others, trying to help.

Duran and the others were tempted to leave it to Arsh like that, and Charstena and the others flashed.

Decisively in the two, the implications of calming down were different.

"Yeah, I don't think that's necessary..."

Charstena embarked on a modification of the connotations.

"It's okay." You were watching, weren't you? I can do it!

But it doesn't reach Arsh.

In doing so, the siege net shrinks and finds itself in a situation that is not strange whenever it strikes.

But as Charstena said, there's no need for Arsh and the others to help me. Because...

"Come on. I'll deal with you after rehab."

Shh, shh, shh.

The dregs jumped out of the mud at the same time as if on my provocation.

"Run away."

Arsh screams.

Shark-like teeth. But your body is as big as a whale. From forehead to back, a sharp and pointy back is it to scratch the mud. Touch it with a metallic glow, and the meat will surely be torn to pieces.

I can see from Arsh and the others that I'm buried in such a big army of dregs that I can't see. From the side, it's not strange when you're eaten to death and torn apart.

But it wasn't so pinch or anything to me. Rather, convenience. I was able to deal with them at once, saving me the trouble of doing one at a time.

"Flamewind Sword"

A fever storm that buzzes, it swallows and converges for both me and Dreg. To a sword with a bright red magma colour.

"Flame Wind Sword Type II, Flame Hell"

Fire columns fell in the swamp around me. A flame-style sword raised directly above continues to protrude the firepillar into the swamp as if it were a fountain.

Bukbuk and water boil instantly and mud dries and solidifies.

And the dreg that was in it is entangled in the hardened ground, making it impossible to move.

When I stick my sword to the ground, I jump up big.

"Flamewind Sword Liberation"

I pulled the trigger on the sword-shaped grenade.

Dodo-don 't.

Big bang. Big hole in dry ground like crater. And muddy water pours into that crater.

"Become ⁉"

Seeing me magically gather demonic stones and materials before the remnants of the demon disappeared and buried in muddy water that began to return as if nothing had happened, Arsh was so surprised that his eyeballs seemed to pop up.

"Okay, it's over, okay? What's up, Arsh?

Upon finishing the collection and returning to the hard ground, Arsh was pampering his mouth and doing what he had said.

"I didn't hear you were so strong. I didn't hear you were so strong. What? What? The explosion now? ⁉ You weren't just crazy. ⁉ I was desperate to help. What was I? ⁉ I feel like going into a hole. ⁉"

Shouting what he wanted to say, Arsh hid his face. Maybe I should dig you a hole to hide.

"Please, it's an emergency hole warehouse, but now give me a break."

"Thank you ⁉ ●"

Arsh hid in the hole in anger.

"Hee-hoomi, hmm. That's a little less. I'm gonna go one more time."

Now that we know that the number of demon stones collected has not reached the required number, we will try to raise our hands back.

"Don't leave me alone. ⁉I left you like this, but guess how I feel when I can't get out. ⁉R"

Arsh crawls out of the hole and gets angry.

"I'm guessing, so I tried to go...?

"Leave Play ⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉⁉

I want you to stop saying that in a misleading way. I'm not playing perverts.

"Goodbye."

"Go in this situation ⁉ ●"

I'm going to fight somewhere else now.

Running through the swamps in a chase through the screams of "Don't Wait."