Genocide Reality

"Ghaaaa!

The blue-haired giant waves down, flashing from his shoulder to slash him when he engages in a blunt attack of sticks.

Go on and see how quickly I can launch a series of attacks.

"Two-twinkle, three-twinkle, four-winkle, five-twinkle, six-winkle, seven-winkle."

I kept waving my samurai sword (samurai sword) as I counted calmly. Brilliant white blade in a dim dungeon, the response to chopping and chopping meat.

Something that I noticed was blue troll had turned into blue blood clouds and flesh pieces.

It's a big figure and it's a shame. Moving too slow, and too weak.

Next... Next...

Draining his wasted power, he clutches his blah blah and samurai sword (samurai sword) extraction and gently runs through the narrow passage of the labyrinth with a tatter.

Before the eyes of a wandering blade, this time a great earthy ghost with a stone hammer stands up.

Huge horned, man-shaped monster named Earth Auga.

No shortage on the opponent.

When I raised the scream of tears, I sparkled the blade as it rushed through.

"Kuraya!

"Kyaaaa!

With a tall scream, Auga tries to escape. What a coward, Ground Auga turned around because of his unintentional rush.

Showing your defenseless back is a silly monster.

Chop, cut, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop...

Now train your return moves. Every time I waved a samurai sword (samurai sword) from top to bottom and bottom to top, the soil fluids splashed.

At first he imitated the killing line of the epoch, but from the middle of nowhere, there was no more mould or anything. With your heart at heart, let your strength slash all over you and keep chopping and chopping hard meat.

Enemies who cower and show their backs are like Kakashi!

Let's get you targeted for my trial at best, keep slashing in a row, and I won't even allow you to fall on the floor.

Finally, I broke Earth Auga's body in two, swinging it down to one letter as far as my power was concerned.

Visha showers herself with a large amount of ground-oga fluid.

I licked the soil fluids on my mouth.

The bitter taste of monster life, now it's even comfortable.

"Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo! Me, the strongest, too!

Nobody saw it, so I beat the crap out of it and tried to win. I am aware that I am not really the strongest, but this is the power of the Samurai Swordsman.

In the three basement levels, that would be the strongest if you suddenly changed class to a higher position.

The body is as light as a fighting nation free from supergravity.

If it's at least one-on-one, there's no monster in this hierarchy that can fight me decently.

Of course, that's not the case when you storm into a big room and get surrounded on all sides and beaten to the octopus, so I can't be too proud to win.

The pleasure of responding to the unilateral slaughtering and carving of those in the shape of men is more intense than I thought. We need to fight more coolly, not with passion.

It's also a problem that you have too much fun defeating enemies to help.

I'm not going to be a pleasure killer...

"That too, okay?"

Anyway, there are only enemies here that should be defeated with me.

Looking down, a swarm of earthy slime swarms Earth Auga's body.

Labyrinth cleaner. Scavenger slime. Thanks to these guys eating corpses, there's no way there's ever been a body in the labyrinth.

But if you get into my sight, I'll kill you. When I stabbed a knife in the slime, an earthy object like a jellyfish that had been thrown out by the harbor collapsed into a drop and turned into just a water reservoir.

All creatures in sight are to be slashed, slashed, slashed and killed.

This is my only way to live.

Thankfully, there are as many monsters to defeat.

Another new monster if you go a little further.

Standing in front of me, I was thankful for what a wonderful world I had come to with a snake-like tentacle creature with a sickle lifted from my head.

That's right, I don't know if this invitation to the world is a god or a demon, or a move that anyone could have made.

But I just want to thank myself for being invited to the garden of battle with a clear enemy in front of me.

What a pure (simple) and beautiful world this is.

There's as many chemicals out there as there are to be knocked down, and I have them to slaughter and kill.

I keep walking alone in the dark labyrinth, so quiet that my ears ache.

My presence, transformed into a machine (machine) that kills monsters, is simple (simple).

I wanted this.

Slash down the samurai sword (samurai sword) and slash it up again. Whenever a white blade runs, the flesh of the carbides is slashed and torn, blood splashes fly, and bones crumble.

Shake the knife up and down as much as you can. This simple motion also resembles a devout prayer.

I wanted this strength.

Let's kill more, let's slaughter more, let's slash more.

Dirty in the blood of the monsters, I offer a prayer of gratitude to the God of the slaughter labyrinth (Genocide). Build up more blood offerings, more meat offerings.

Here's everything I want.

My head is surprisingly chilled out, even though my heart is about to burst with a dodgy bang.

The brain drugs are left out, and they're going to overflow from my ears.

I think it's time to stop, but I can't stop shaking my hands for the joy of killing.

There is such an exaggerated expression of starving for blood in a swordsmith novel or something, but it was true (real).

If living is a creature's instinct, killing is another creature's instinct.

I don't mind being drank by this great swirl of joy as it is, buried in the colorful blood and flesh of the monsters and dying.

Having fought to the limit and exhausted myself, I finally fainted on the spot when I ran out of breath in my body.

Next to me I thought I couldn't walk another step, the body of the giant poisonous worm (worm) that I slashed and killed earlier is rolling.

"No, you ate worms..."

No one would think this meat could be eaten when they saw a section of a grotesque giant poisonous worm with a mixture of red and green.

But I can eat. Genolian knowledge doesn't lie.

I hit a piece of flesh in front of me.

In my mouth juwah, the taste of giant poisonous bugs spreads. There should have been a fierce odor inherent in insects, but I didn't care at all.

"Delicious."

I wiped my dirty mouth with monster raw gravy and started eating again.

I thought it was delicious because it has a lot of fat and moisture. I've already had a sense of smell and I don't really know what it tastes like.

Anything was good for me right now, as long as I had the moisture and nourishment to get my body active again.

Worm meat is soft and edible and is present everywhere. Bloodthirsty was a treat for me.

I ate all the meat from the worm and took a breath.

When I got my reason back, I made a detoxification potion because I ate a poisonous worm.

"Primary (Low) Poison (Less) Release (Rear)".

Raise the orange liquid accumulated in the flask all at once.

It's so bitter.

"Whew...... Kind of looks more poisonous over here."

Worm probably has toxic glands in the fangs that grew around his mouth, so the flesh on his torso is not poisonous.

Maybe I don't have to drink the detoxification potion anymore.

"The venomous raw meat is delicious and the detoxification potion is not delicious."

Perhaps my taste is completely crazy. I could live in the African wilderness right now.

To think so, it was kind of ridiculous.

I can't be happier because it means I'm totally hooked on Genoria.

You don't have to play a crappy human being, who lives dragged by someone's will like the old 'Mausoleum Wataru' anymore.

The decayed outer skin peeled beautifully and I felt like I was new.

I'm a beast, a creature who just kills and eats his enemies.

"Come on, again!

Full health and stamina in the potion, then I get up again and move on.

A green amorphous creature, like a swinging curtain, called Shreeker, comes from right in front of me.

They fly poisonous debris (crushed) out of the hole that's open in Billa Billa's curtain.

This is also a kind of poisonous magic.

"Uh-oh!

Slightly avoiding the flying poison bullet, it slashed toward the blue tentacles the enemy was stretching.

How much did you kill and how much did you eat?

Intolerably so fiercely drowsy, I rolled into the safety zone behind the door with the switch again and drank the water from the spring I had just drawn before sleeping like mud.

Gate switches may come in open if you are an intelligent organism, but not if you are an inferior organism here.

It was unconscious of me to fall asleep in the gutter while still hoping to be vigilant.

"I haven't even..."

However, thanks to a good night's sleep, I feel my health has recovered and my body has become even stiffer and stronger.

If you power up to this point, you might want to try the boss on the third floor.

"I've always wanted to be on the third floor."

The third floor has few traps, and the monsters are diverse and fun, but that's not how it works.

My goal is to be efficient and strong, so I can't stop on shallow floors.

I'm not scared of dying anymore.

But when I die, I can't kill anymore, so I want to play where I'm moderately nervous while taking the safety margin.

All right, I'm ready. Let's try the boss on the third floor.

The boss on the third floor is a ghost killer (Mardertroll)

I came on the ground floor, upstairs and with a shark move using a trap, but from here on out it's a serious battle.

I just sort items from the crates that are killing and appearing and packing them in a rucksack, while making potions that increase agility (agility) and strength (strengths) as much as I can and drink them out.

Come to the boss battle with all your strength, doping.

The third floor was so full of monsters that not a single one leaned around the boss's room.

Murder Troll, a mutant species of the Troll tribe that is extremely ferocious and cunning (of which) is called that because it kills all approaching organisms.

I don't have that explanation for the game, but I've read Genoria's hidden settings in the dataset.

A leading must-win, kicking through a wooden door and going inside, there was a man standing there with a long sword as long as mine.

There are no gaps, not like previous humanoid monsters like Blue Troll and Earth Auga.

A ghost killer with green skin.

Skinny cheeks on a lukewarm bald head, and red, blood-running eyes host the light of intelligence.

Though his stature is not as good as that, although he knows the art of swordsmanship with a slightly diagonal tip, the monster who consolidated his arms, shoulders, torso and thigh points with steel equipment seemed to be strong enough.

Steel can't be slashed with a samurai sword, that's why you have to attack for gaps protected with armor.

Well done, Kitana, adventurer.

"Talked..."

I'm out of line, monsters have been unspeakable monsters.

I should have understood the setting of being cunningly long, but I didn't even think I could talk to you.

"Nanda, this is the first time I've seen a monster I can talk to. With intelligence, it's not that hard to manipulate human language"

"You're smart."

From the other side, I don't feel the kind of ferocious killing that's coming at me right now. Apparently, he's willing to talk.

Surprisingly, resuscitate your resolve by replying to them as you prepare your breath to avoid being held hostage.

"You're not a smart asshole, I'm Tsuyoi. Killing people Cotto is different from killing monsters close to animals. Every time I slaughtered and killed the Adventurer Domo in action, I learned and became Twok."

"How many people did you kill?"

"Saa, yameta to count around the hundred"

"You're killing a lot."

I think it would be haphazard to say you killed a hundred adventurers.

I didn't actually kill a hundred people. A lot for him, I guess.

Otherwise, he's too strong for a third floor boss.

Don't be swallowed by their hatchet, he should have been a cunningly good monster.

"There have been few adventurers these days and I've been bored and talked long stories in Tano. Sate, shall I kill you?"

Yes, the moment Murder Troll spoke, the buzz and fierce killing struck me. The enemy hasn't moved yet.

I slaughtered him so he could kill me.

Make a kid noise, and Murder Troll's long sword takes my slash.

It's obvious, this is what happens when you just slash it.

The green-faced man made me laugh niggardly, as if he understood me standing still as we stumbled on each other.

Violent laughter is the will to attack.

"Wow!

I, with the mood of tearing again, once again slashed the samurai knife (samurai sword) straight down when I flew back and took the distance.

Of course, such an attack can be taken.

Backstep right behind you and slash it in again.

Now flash to the side!

The kid made a noise and the enemy took my slaughter with a small hand of steel.

Don't do it, but do it again!

"Ugh!"

When I pulled again and slapped the samurai knife (Samurai Sword), the enemy groaned and broke his spare grin.

Certainly steel protective equipment is excellent in defense. But this one with the hard leather armor is better for speed.

That's right. Speed, footwork, enemy attack. You can jump or not. Anyway, a lot of trouble and it's the original way the samurai fought to keep slashing.

Hit and Away. Hardly avoid a heavy long sword blade running to smack me in the face with one thin skin.

Boom-boom, the sword that Murder Troll wields passes my body's sleigh and cuts the sky.

We've already seen out the time between enemy attacks. Again, I screamed and slaughtered.

"Guuuuuuuuu!"

Strong knife slapped into slaughter.

Of course, enemy steel armor does not pass slaughter. But I can't kill the shock.

The enemy's stature collapses into its power.

I don't mind my hands being paralyzed, this time slashing on the opposite side.

The enemy's foot curled with the impact of the blow.

So I stuck my cut in my throat.

It is not protected there by steel. The blade goes through your throat.

My prick slipped deep through Murder Troll's throat.

"Ofu."

The long sword the enemy shook in agony shallow and torn my torso, but that was it.

Murder Troll threw up blood. Red and black. I felt that was real blood, not monster fluids.

Darla, a long sword spilled out of her hand as her powers fell out of Murder Troll's limbs.

"Ha ha..."

I, too, forgot to stab Todome, left a blade through my throat and stopped for a while.

That may have been just a moment, but it was a moment I felt for a very long time.

When I silently pulled the samurai sword (samurai sword) out of my throat, Dossa and Murder Troll's body fell to the ground.

I can speak the language, the feeling of killing an intelligent creature.

I see, this could be the case that Murder Troll got stronger every time he killed someone he was talking about.

It felt completely different than killing a monster that was no different from an animal, simply running around screaming and attacking me.

The moment I got my throat pierced, Murder Troll, who even understood that he was killed himself.

I felt plenty with five senses the moment the light of life disappeared from those cloudy red and bloody eyes.

Deep and deep, a sigh so strong that I thought my soul might fall out of my body exited my body, I almost fell on the spot unexpectedly, sticking a samurai sword (samurai sword) to the ground.

I finally killed him.

Killed an intelligent creature. If I don't feel anything now, I'm no longer anything like a fierce monster.

Solve the same language as a person, although not a person. Besides, the feeling of killing the person you spoke to once remains in your hands.

Giving the shock of murder was perhaps the biggest trap on Genoria's third floor.

He said, "I'm ready to kill you."

There was nothing like that. Die or live, I just killed desperately.

I just had a feeling I'd stay after I killed him.

... Oh, you killed a willing man.

Even though I didn't mind the fluids of the other monsters, I wash the samurai knife (samurai sword) clean with blood stained with the water from the fountain gushing in the boss's room.

The steel equipment worn by Murder Troll's corpse is a durable one not sold in the store. It also balances weight with defense.

Though I peeled it from the body and saw it, I don't think I need it because it's my agility oriented combat style.

For a moment, I think I'll take it to Setsuki, but I shake my head.

What are you so weak about? I guess you're moving on prepared not to go back, but what if you run back to the ground about the third floor?

I decided to keep a set of steel armor in front of the boss's room.

I don't use it, but someone from later might use it. Or you could pick it up and go home when you want to get back on the ground again.

"Well, it's a treasure chest..."

What was in it was a curved knife in the shape of an unusual blade like a snake to say knife. It doesn't fit into the sheath because of its curved shape, and the only way to carry it is to wrap it around and place it in a cloth.

But this is a fine samurai knife. Ming is the Spiritual Knife "Grievance Brake Maru".

Is it faster like undead specialization? The material is made of holy silver, and the shiny blade that wants to live magical power can also kill and tear apart the spirits without reality.

For warriors, were you lucky to have a spirit knife (rayblade) out because you have a homogeneous performance weapon called the Bopard sword, or are you starting to fit your profession?

"The fourth floor was the Zone of the Necromancer."

It is a land of undead and overflowing dead. As a remedy, weapons suitable for killing the undead are now available here.

And then there's the 'Troll Key' that opens the door to the fourth floor.

"Here, we need to replenish something."

When I fished the boss's room and found the rat's momo meat again and tucked it in my stomach, I drank the water again and then left the room.

As I plugged the key into the door to the fourth floor right next to me, I went down the stairs leading there.