Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

I looked at these wretched white bones and drew a picture of the raider in my head.

The bodies were almost gathered together.

Were they beaten while they were together?

Or were you surrounded?

Whatever it was, when I saw the iron plate ripped to pieces, it wasn't usually an unusual puppy.

Once the arm will be muscular, it will be long enough to swing as hard as a whip. Hanging on that long muscular arm is a tough grip. His hands had nails so terrible that even his own nightmares could be torn apart.

A stubborn nail like that of an avian.

"Long-arm monkey."

If a raider's mass is bigger than a human, isn't it actually long enough for his arm to reach the ground? Then the back may have been baked.

Your back is usually bent when your arms are long.

Seeing traces of torn armor, there are three marks on one of them and four on the other. That means that the raider has five fingers, except for his thumb... If his arm is muscular, his torso is muscular too, right?

"..."

Only suspicion leads.

Anyway, the raider will be quite strong. When I saw the mercenaries strangled, I was cheated. You'll be stronger than Trolls and stronger than Sasquatch. Aulbear is just a dick.

Knives, shields, butterflies, they all seem useless. I feel like I was killed too hopelessly by the guys with the weapons. If you're a mercenary, you still have your own clean feet.

But I can do the same with these bastards.

I looked around more once.

Conduct a search with vigilance before, after, and above the head. I don't know if I'll be around, but I could suddenly raid.

Anyway, I looked around, and there were bodies everywhere. In the circumstances, these bodies were killed while fleeing. The size of the mercenaries is about two squads.

Did he say there's only one survivor?

I was lucky if I didn't release him on purpose.

Raiders are fast.

Quite agile.

It's getting more and more contoured in my head.

The legs are in the form of inverted joints broken into the shape of lightning. Explosive speed. That's why the thighs will be thick, the ankles hard, and the torso muscular. The pectoral muscles are quite nicely developed, especially with long arms.

Is it a form of pedestrian walking according to a little bit of time? Then it will have a tail. It also has a long tail that fits your weight class. Then what about the face of the beast? I think a carnivorous monster is a bird's head.

But the condition of the bodies is a little strange.

Rather than killing it to eat, it was just the purpose of the murder itself. So in other words, he killed a man and left his body uneaten. More damage seems to have been done by other monsters who smelled blood.

Aren't you hungry?

I mean, is it just the purpose of murder itself?

Killing people for personal needs, not instinct.

- It means high intelligence.

Even though monsters are captivated by the need for destruction, they are living creatures in essence. I don't play games with my own life.

Trying to fight like this is to protect your pup, your stomach is so hungry, or your realm. I don't try serial kills that may never be dangerous for fun.

But this son of a bitch travels around here and there and commits murder.

I'm too active to keep my cubs, and I don't have much to eat to say I'm fucking hungry. If so, to defend the realm? It's not like that. He just showed up.

It's a... intelligent monster who clearly knows what he's doing. That's a pretty strong thing, too. Well, it's common sense to have high intelligence if you're strong, but it's not a classic monster. A monster with at least a harpy intelligence. A monster with knighthood power.

No, the more I think about it, the more I don't know.

Those silver-haired monsters with intelligence and combat power? I have not seen I think the most similar picture I've ever seen in my head is playing, but playing is a fucking bob monster.

You can only deal with E class adventurers by yourself.

Isn't this a demon?

But do you have a fucking silver demon?

Demons are diverse, but they're basically black. Everything I've seen and heard is black. Except for Hilde, who is a circus. Whatever it is, this monster has a chance of coming from hell.

If that's not the case, it could be the parent of Nol I don't know. Roughly drawn in my head, it's a big play. It also has deformed muscles and longer arms.

It was like using dinosaur bones to restore their lifestyle.

Dicks are weird and change every day.

"Oh, fuck."

I wanted to see what he looked like so quickly. Even now, the urge to include the Holy Sword Bucharest in the Scarecrow's Agary has filled my throat.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"

So let's scream, Sarah! The birds that were sitting on the tree flew at once and the leaves swung.

"You crazy stress!"

There is no way to solve it but to burst the mercenaries' pockets!

It's a natural time for the dead to be picked up by the dead! I went right through the bodies' pockets! Fortunately, no one came or went, and neither did their wallets disappear!

I robbed two squad wallets, so I was able to make a good profit. If it had been the same, I would have packed all the equipment and clothes here, but that's not what matters now.

I can do it anytime, not now, and I don't care if I can't take it. We need to find the monster now.

"Uh-huh."

This, rather than worrying, is just a matter of having a good time. At the same time, I started to feel sad. I want to see that bastard quickly.

I've only been trained lately, and I was really upset because I didn't fight properly.

- Bugs and bumps.

I roamed the forest with a loud footsteps.

I put a sign on the tree as I moved. It's so gloomy that you might get lost if you're careful. If you turn around like this, he will likely recognize me and come to you.

If that's not the case, we just have to keep searching this forest. We have to catch him anyway to finish the job. This son of a bitch is insane enough to catch and kill anyone who has just killed him. You must come to me when you see a fight you don't have to fight.

But anyway, I couldn't meet him this day.

I gave up before it got dark and went back to the inn.

*

Two days after the search, I entered the Dark Forest again and carried out a inhuman outing. It is almost impossible to find where the outcast is hiding.

We need to get him moving first.

I thought so, and I sprinted towards the heart of the forest. For now, go deep.

- Studies!

- Creek!

After entering, the conspicuous small and medium-sized monsters are killed and the blood is scattered on the ground and surrounding trees. Monsters are like animals, so they can run faster than normal people, but not faster than me.

If you just stand out, you go and kill it, it's over.

I scattered the blood, and left the bodies behind.

What if he sees this place as his hunting ground? It would be unpleasant if I just put a little slap on it. And I understood the concept of unpleasant because I had a good head.

What if it's offensive?

He'll come to check on that unpleasant son of a bitch. Of course, if you have a good head, you should do it.

Very carefully.

Slowly.

I come with a surprise in mind, as I may be fighting. It's natural for a monster or a person to hide their body before a fight. Check out that nasty guy, and if you want it right, you'll run if you want to.

But with that degree of secrecy, I cannot deceive my senses, nor can I escape from me when I come within the distance that I can perceive.

If we just lure him, we can chase him and kill him.

That's how confident Kim Kat is.

- Tspot.

So when I detected something moving at the end of the field of view, I blew myself towards it. - Khh. Give strength to the hand that holds Bügall.

- Papapod!

The inhuman power is in my legs.

A speed beyond human limits. Whenever I hit the ground hard and shoot myself in the face, the landscape shifts and the bushes pass through my body. I can feel the hair tied back due to the resistance of the air.

- Pa!

And in front of me.

"Irresistible impulse!!!!!"

Something was running away.

That too, at a fairly fast pace.

A dizzy monster is running so fast that I can chase him and kill him just by running lightly.

Can you move fast into that shithole in this forest now?

Nothing but that monster bastard.

"Stop-stop!!!!!!!!!!"

- Papapod!

While he sprints, he looks around and puts him in his sights. Quite fast. I might miss it if I don't get it.

There was nothing around, and there was no trap on the path.

I chased him at full speed.

- I...

How long has it been?

I felt like I had come to a very deep place.

The landscape has changed.

The place I stopped was, like, a small plain in the woods. Should it be like a basin? At the edge of the round plain, where the noble weeds grew, tall and old trees stretched out like the spears of a prison.

It is an unusual terrain.

"Krrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!"

The silvery furry monster stands behind it.

The back was not as different as I had imagined.

- Doctor.

I trample the weeds that have grown to knee height and slowly approach him.

The hand that grabbed Bugal was trembling.

Because of excitement.

"Hahaha, are you luring me towards the Plains? Why, did you hide any of your friends here? Or do you think open spaces would be advantageous?"

A rapidly beating heart spreads jealousy and anger across my body. Even now, even if the screams burst out, the heartbeat broke out. It was like my head was spinning, and every time I breathed and exhaled, my brain felt like my brain was on fire.

"Krrrr...!"

The monster finally looked back at me.

"Wolf?"

It was a wolf. It was also a brutal wolf enjoying inhuman exotic walks.

His body was the same as I thought.

The arms were long, muscular, and the torso was abnormally developed. In contrast, the lower back was quite thin. He was in his abdomen. Can you support that muscular torso with that waist?

Of course, his thighs were a fucking piece of bread.

The legs were also in the form of inverted joints.

Above all.

The nails were very bad.

The red eyes were fierce, and the face resembled that of a wolf, but it felt even more cruel. Yes, a silver haired monster with a wolf's head stood on its feet and stared at me.

With abundant tail extended backwards.

The height is about 2.5 metres.

"A werewolf...?"

Werewolf or something?

- Crouuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!!

The one who saw me roared heavily.

- Food duck!

At that wild, horrible sound, the forest seemed to shake. The birds fly, the worms stop crying, and the little creatures flee as they howl.

"Krrrr! You finally found a decent hunting ground!!!"

"Do you speak?"

- Purr!

A werewolf who opened his mouth while frying his saliva all over the place casts a good hunting spell on me. Can you talk to people about monsters? It's not that weird. Harpies talk, circuses talk.

"Strong hunting?"

You were looking for a sense of hunting?

I feel like this son of a bitch has committed this series of serial kills to perform a seedling ritual.