Genocide Reality

"Oh? Why am I sleeping over here?"

Last night, I stayed in a log house. I've stayed many times, so I don't think of it as a strange ceiling anymore, but it's a different place to sleep.

Japanese-leaf gave up the bed to me and Kumiko, both of whom were happy because they were tired.

So, well, as usual.

I must have fallen asleep, pressing Kumiko's hands and feet appropriately when she was asleep.

Soon, I'm falling asleep in a futon of Japanese leaves under my bed.

Besides, if I thought it was any softer, I would have underlayed the body of the Japanese leaves as much as I wanted.

I thought the sleeping minister was better, but was he still tired last night?

Sleeping so deep that you don't notice it when you fall out of bed is the extreme of unconsciousness.

Neither Japanese-leaf nor I have taken our underwear off from each other, so I don't think there's any mistake in case, but the deep chest valley of Japanese-leaf that is sleeping disturbed is glossy.

Something like that caught my eye when I woke up, so I tried to jump up in a hurry, and my hand touched the part I couldn't touch.

"Oops!

I was in a hurry to do what I did. Again, I dropped myself on the Japanese leaves, shaped like a hug.

I rush to roll aside and let myself go.

I jumped up as fast as I could, but it wouldn't have happened without it.

I thought it was awkward, and when I looked down, Japanese-leaf, lying on her back in the futon, was also firmly awake to her eyes.

"Wake up, Makoto-kun?

"Oh, thanks to you, I woke up clear.... No, I'm sorry. It was like me, and it was heavy."

"Absolutely fine. Because I dragged Makoto-kun into this futon..."

"What?... What, are you kidding me? Don't freak me out."

Japanese-leaf, who slowly woke himself up following me, laughed strangely at the loss of his companionship, so I was caught and laughed bitterly, too.

Well, that's a joke. If you forced me to pull from bed to futon, there's no way Kumiko, who slept beside you, wouldn't notice.

"Hey, Kumiko, wake up."

I wonder if you've been sleeping with Japanese-leaf overnight, it's getting something awkward, so I shake Kumiko and wake her up.

I can't help but get used to being Kumiko, but I'm ashamed that it's Japanese-leaf.

"Ugh... Wataru-kun. Something tells me that when I come here, I fall asleep in abnormally deep, but I wonder if the pills are served."

That can't be true.

In the first place, sleeping pills shouldn't be good for high-ranking ninjas.

"I hope you slept well. It's a refreshing wake-up call."

"Well, I was tired last night because of Wataru too..."

I'm kidding again. Ignore Kumiko, and, um, stretch.

I'm used to sleeping on hard floors in dungeons, so I feel luxurious just because I had soft cushions.

Thanks to a good night's sleep, we're going to fight fine again.

If you don't think it smells good, Japanese-leaf is already up, lighting a pan in the kitchen and chopping tons and leeks.

"Both of you, have breakfast too."

Inspired by the handiness of the Japanese leaves, I shrugged the cold water pulled from the lake next to it and washed my face.

The log house is a little cramped for the three of us to live in, but with all the furniture on one street, it can be considered functional.

Breakfast was crude juice made from coarse (oh) after trout.

It had a crude flavour and a good drug flavour, and it was just right for breakfast.

And then there's the fluffy baked sweet egg roll. Chicken eggs are available because Japanese-leaves have caught chickens.

I prefer spicy to sweet egg rolls, but this isn't bad either because the taste of leeks is accented.

What makes a common breakfast feel so delicious is the good ingredients?

Is it because of Japanese-leaf's cooking skills? Anyway, the chopsticks go on.

"Delicious?"

"Oh, yummy" "I have to admit..."

It's interesting to see the contrast between the Japanese leaves, who are praised for cooking and smiling, and Kumiko, who quietly carries chopsticks in her mouth with a flashing face.

That's not what Kumiko looks like.

"Good. Eat a lot, both of you."

"Oh, even if they don't tell me, I'll let them replenish me here as much as possible"

Though cooking, if you hold it in bulk, it will be luggage, and Kumiko will be eating a lot with that intention.

You should keep it as much as possible in your belly when you can eat it. Change it, eat it all up.

"Nonetheless, Kumiko doesn't want to compete with Waba in cooking."

"Wataru kun. You think I can't cook?

If Kumiko didn't like to lose, I thought I'd stick with her if she showed me something delicious about Japanese leaves.

I don't know if I can possibly say that.

"Well, I think it would be interesting if Kumiko, an honorary student, had such a flaw"

"If I were beautiful and could do anything, I'd probably be cuter than I can't cook... I'm a complete lady who can do anything, so I usually cook without Waba."

"Totally free or you say it yourself...... Well, even I can barely cook."

To be precise, the dishes I can do fall into two categories: boiling and pouring hot water into a cup, and boiling in boiling water in a pan. It's hot water only.

I wouldn't have any trouble with that if I were in modern life, but I might have a little trouble not being able to cook when I come to a place like this.

"If you're dealing with Wataru-kun, you can always compete in cooking. But I knew from the beginning that I couldn't win. It's a doctrine that doesn't fight people."

"You did... you're a smart one after all"

Kumiko is highly calculated.

Once you compete, you hate losing that you absolutely want to win, but it's great not to challenge a reckless fight.

"Wataru-kun, by the way. I'm pretty much the type of Oraora guy who's gonna push me."

"What are you talking about in the morning... you"

All of a sudden, it's weird, so I think I'm about to spray crude juice.

What is it, a completely indispensable lady? Kumiko is supposed to be an honor student competing for one or two in school, but sometimes I wonder if this guy is really an asshole.

"Wataru-kun is halfway through what he does. I mean, why don't you say, 'Give me not just the item, but all your jewels too'!

Saying so, Kumiko took the leather sachet out of her pocket. He pushed me.

When I open it inside, only the diamonds, ruby and sapphire are separated and packed in plenty.

Gems come in a variety of effects, but other than dia, ruby, and sapphire that can be used to change mana potion, they are cas gems.

All of the gems are highly redeemable, so having them won't hurt, but using a large amount of mana will leave only cuss gems that can't be used for nature and mana potion.

As long as you have time, you will recover as much mana as you want, but as long as you become a Time Attack, mana potion replacement gems will be an important item.

In the lower tier speed offense, mana is a thankful offer because no matter how much there is...

"Exactly, I can't take this. Even Kumiko may encounter powerful enemies. Without jewellery, we wouldn't have insurance when we had to."

"I'm telling you because now is the time! Besides, this is an investment, not a service. If you use this to make Wataru-kun stronger at the fastest, I'd be helpful too"

He's deliberately pushing the jewelry bag against me. This guy understands the way I can't say no.

When Kumiko does this, I also know she's strong. With this guy's strength, he'll also be able to collect gems again over time.

If you can afford this much mana, give me one of the finest (high-est) bomb potions.

No, can you make two and prepare them?

"Okay, I'll take it"

"And keep this for emergency use, too. I managed to do one..."

Kumiko gives us the finest (high-est) bomb potion. You made it fast because I taught you how special bomb potion is.

It's the one with no loose ends.

You said you were tired for me, did you mean your mana was depleted?

Instead of at least, I decided to give Kumiko a cash-for-money gem. It can't be used in combat, but it can still be used to feed the city's people.

"Kumiko. You said investment. Fine, I'll borrow it. I'll give it back one by one."

"You have to prove that the eyes that look at my man weren't a pit."

"Um, Makoto-kun! I made special cookies too, so eat them."

"I'll be thankful for you too"

I laugh because they gave me cookies in a cloth sachet similar to Kumiko's.

Massive gems and bomb potions, specially made cookies? I wonder which item I can use. Baked confectionery would also be competent as a preserved food.

"And Makoto-kun..."

"What, Japanese-leaf, do you still have something?"

"I, too, might prefer to be strong..."

"and leaves. Don't just imitate Kumiko..."

Well, that's it, and the rest of the time is over.

Wataru-kun, there's still correspondence for Nanakai-kun.

"You can't do that without me."

Chill, glancing at the Japanese leaves, he's noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.

I can't help it... well, should I ask for more information on the Seven Seas too?

It's also an awkward communication from the "crystal of far-sightedness" to reassure the Seven Seas.

"Japanese-leaf, is it Japanese-leaf!

"Yeah, Nanakai-kun seems fine too..."

If only I held hands, Waba would motivate the Seven Seas for me.

I know it's a necessary ritual, so Kumiko will accompany me to the play. But awkward......

The group of the Seven Seas (the party) seems to be taking a breather back to the city.

They're lowering the second army to reconnaissance instead, but so far they haven't unsealed the fifth basement floor.

Is the red knight Carmine Death Knight attacking or pulling?

Either way, now is the time the enemy is bringing.

Ask Kumiko to also supply the seven seas with smoked meat and fish made by Waba, and then I'll go back on my way to the thirteenth basement floor by myself.

"Metastasis (Rouan)"

Finally, the adventure begins again.

It's just the spot where I ran into the black knight (Black Death Night) and the transformed Kurokawa Homo (Kurokakura).

The Black River spirits will still resent me.

I'm already sympathetic to this guy, so I'll put my hands together on the remains of the body. Buddha me.

... Well, from here on out, the road is split between the two strands by the time I get to the boss's room.

Here's what's on the middle plate.

"Do you choose the Easy Way or the Insurance Way?"

I, of course, choose the 'Safe Path' to the right.

This road is steep, but there are proper rewards available.

If you are clear on your own, you can expect an extra bonus ride.

It's easier to climb a steep hill first, later.

But well, the route is not half viable, as Genocide Reality is so much a 'hedgehog path'.

When you're in the big hall, two arrows just fly in front of you, so avoid to the right.

"Right, front, front, left, front, right, right, right, back, left, rear, left, left, front, front, front, front, front"

Around, there are tons of fireballs and arrows flying.

Cross it, stride by stride, at a constant speed, to dance.

Downstairs, the pit opens and closes, but crosses dangerously trying to sew between them.

If we don't go the wrong way, we'll be able to get through.

Because if you don't know this route, you're going to activate one trap at a time to make sure.

You get arrows and fireballs over and over again, and you fall into a pit and you don't like it.

Unless you remember the route physically.

No matter how damaged or fine I am, this series of traps would have made me struggle.

Through the trap room and opening the next door, suddenly emerged Oak Road, the boss on the ground floor, and Cobolt Road, the boss upstairs.

Two of them, who were unfriendly, are attacking from left to right.

I slaughter it without removing the solitude.

I don't need skill or anything for this level of miscellaneous fish.

Simply shake off the long, isolated (solitude) machete gently to the side.

And he attacked me from behind, turning the ghost killing (Murder Troll) blow to the left and slashing it into a single letter as well.

"Ugh..."

Take a breather in a blood splash. The attack from behind this, there was no sign at all.

At the same time as defeating the two, it's a trick that appears from behind on the teleport.

If I didn't know in advance that I was coming, I would definitely take a blow.

Even when I get here, the first time I look at it, it's completely ill-intentioned. These guys treat you like a boss character, so you shouldn't have had a trap on the chest that appears.

"Yeah, I'm fine"

I hit the stone just in case and knocked over the crate, but it wasn't trapped.

Out of the chest, only cuss-mixed gems and gold coins. For me right now, gems are better than bad items.

Because the next room...

When I open the door, it comes down. I covered my mouth with a "Diminish Cloak" that was resistant to poison braces.

Nauseating, poisonous gas irritant odor.

It is a fierce poison of mustard gas, stained with loess even floors, walls and the atmosphere. Filling your vision is a bunch of mustard dragons.

It's not just mustard dragons, it's probably some mixing of lesser dragons, gargoyles, etc., but this fierce poison will kill you right away.

If I do it, it's stuffed, so I can't move on unless I push a chunk of my enemies hard enough to clear the way.

Towards this side, countless mustard dragons spit a fiercely poisonous brace without thinking about it, so it's even inflicting fiercely poisonous damage on the monsters on your side.

There are so many mustard dragons in the large room that I don't mind dying of self-poisoning.

These guys keep springing up one after the other as they open the door.

This is the one called the Monster House, but when I get here, I want to call it the Toxic Room. Until now, it's been a bend, a placement where monsters can live, but not here.

Only in this zone does it become such a danger zone that no organism can survive, not to say that this is a test for adventurers. Every room can be described as a lethal trap.

A hell of a fiercely poisonous mustard dragon that gets stuffed and suffocates and suffers with its own fierce poison and slowly continues to die.

Though miscellaneous fish, meat walls by giant dragons are not easily breached.

Knock it down or knock it down, enemies that keep gushing one after another. Health scraped with twitching and fierce poison.

But the gushing isn't infinite either, so I can open the entrance, and then one day I can wipe it out if I keep holding my head there and killing him.

Hardening the entrance and slowly waiting for a bunch of mustard dragons to die from self-poisoning is a positive offense here, but I dare to break through!

"Finest (Highest) Flame (IA) Flying (Foy)!

Did it happen or did the Mage's rank rise?

Magic succeeded in one go. A super giant flameball (fireball) pops out of my hand and sweeps away a bunch of enemies.

I was knocking down this number of dragons with a knife, I don't know how long it will take, but the finest (high-est) magic can burn them out in an instant.

It is the strength of magic that allows you to scratch all the miscellaneous fish.

Break through the gap where the enemy in front of you has turned into an extinguishing charcoal before a new enemy springs up.

I run in a straight line as I step on the ashes of a dragon that I burned away with a flaming ball (fireball).

From the left and right walls again and again, mustard dragons spring up.

In your mouth as you rush through, repeat the magic of the finest flameballs (fireballs). Failure, failure, success!

Even if the body is big, it's a miscellaneous fish dragon.

Every time they were exposed to a blast, the mustard dragons approaching from left to right turned into charcoal extinguishing without any exchange.

With this magical use, Mana will be emptied in no time.

Thanks to the massive amount of gems Kumiko gave me, I can keep shooting without worrying about the amount of mana left over.

Enemies whose flameballs (fireballs) do not make it are slaughtered with isolation (solitude) gripped in their left hand.

With a magical flame in my right hand, I ran through a loess, poisonous hell all at once.

If you kick open a closed door, it's the waiting Scarlet Flame hall of the Red Dragon, the boss of the thirteenth tier.