Kokugensou wo Item Cheat de Ikinuku

The penetration of the cave had become a space where the hole had widened greatly.

Perhaps the lava accumulated here, creating a large hole and solidifying it cold. The wall of the poking round hole was black and brown.

Thus, at the center of that hole, the 'old man' tentacle sister waves her tentacles to the left and right to say 'hey'.

Why is the 'old man', who shouldn't have the chaotic and ambiguous will, friendly with a full grin like he was just stuck with an old friend?

I don't know what to look like when this happens... I don't know.

This way, I guess I should say hi, "Hey, it's been a long time," too.

For example, the power of the "Neutral Sword" that I possess was given to me by this tentacle sister, the "Old Man". I also feel obliged to have graced me with rice.

In that sense, I can also say benefactor, but from me being tangled up in those lower body nudging tentacles and not being able to eat octopus for a while with sequelae, that's not how I can let go and say thank you.

Mostly, why is an old man who should have been on the thirtieth floor underground of a hidden dungeon in the Oracle Grand Cave in a cave in the mountains of the Swedish Peninsula?

I have no idea why I'm here, but it's probably already poisoned me, too, to feel like an incarnate 'old man' of 'Mother Chaos' and vice versa.

Tentacle Sister is, at first glance, a beautiful woman like a fairy with long hair, but she has tons of Uneune tentacles growing from her waist down.

It's not octopus or squid, it's a strange tentacle with a twitchy glow. It is usually so inconspicuous that it is not so different from the leg, a tentacle that completely ignores the laws of physics that when stretched it swells up infinitely.

The "Old Man" who was in the "Oracle Grand Cave" was coated with dry soil when he first saw it and was like a sculpture of soil, but this old man was complete from the beginning.

The white cheeks also remain glossy, and the tentacles that support the lower body are vivid.

It is an Oracle "equal to God, which exists well before the eighth millennium".

To its sayings and deeds and to its people and demons, it is simply a vortex of chaos (chaos) that is incomprehensibly cloudy and brings both grace and disaster.

Tentacle Sister opened her mouth to me as she stroked her beautifully tucked cheek like a sculpture several times with the tip of her tentacle.

"Hi, Mr. Tucci. Long time no see!"

Who is it?

What, maybe Mr. Tucci means me? Obviously 'The Old Man' 's gaze is direct at me.

"Hi, Mr. Tucci. Long time no see!"

"Why did I say it twice... No, because I'm not Tutsi, even if you say hello so friendly."

Don't bother, alle, "The brave man was a tucci, Zo..." or something.

In the first place, it's called Tutsi. It's weird as an ada name.

"Oh no, Mr. Tucci. Mr. Tucci? Mr. Tucci?

"You said you read our minds because of your inability to talk properly!?

No, wait, speaking of which, let's have that conversation before.

I think it was a development that I also returned some sort of "dick" and did get a "neutral sword" because of the dirt attribute.

I see, since I named myself Tucci or something, am I a Tucci in "The Old Man"?

I can't even remember why I had such a meaningless conversation.

But you better get on with the other guy's story here.

Because the tentacle sister is in a good mood, it is easier to get in tune.

"Um, it's Tutsi. Long time no see......"

"What, you were Mr. Tucci?

Tentacle woman, why are you surprised to round your eyes there? Tutsi, you didn't mean me!

He holds his mouth with his tentacles and makes a stunning look. What is this...... annoying. It's like I said "Tutsi" to myself.

I can't help but feel like I'm being jerked off quickly, but when I try to continue the futile conversation.

Kaara pinched her voice from next door.

"Please wait, Father, the Atashi will give you something good."

"... what"

Kaara removes an item with a tube in a square box with gosogoso from under a pitch-black robe.

How did you keep such a horny case in your clothes? Or maybe it's also storage magic to hide items in Kaala's robe.

"Jahn, it's a 'device to converse with the old'!

"... I think it would be amazing if you could do that, but your name stays the same. Shouldn't you elaborate on the name of the item a little more? I don't know about" Conversation Dekyl-kun "or anything."

"Father of the Nation, when you get to the name of an item, what good is it?"

It bothers me when they give it back so seriously.

And, Dekyll, on second thought, that's a bad name.

"It was my fault, forget about the name. Anyway, if you can communicate with that device, let's try it."

"Yes, I will use Dekir Kun"

I'm sorry, don't use the right name.

According to Kaala's description, Conversation Dekir kun seems to be a magical device that verifies behavioral patterns from the history of encounters with the 'old' to translate the words of the old.

I don't know because I've never tried accuracy, and they say it's bump production.

In the first place, the 'old man' is an incarnation of chaos, so even when it comes to translation, it leaves me wondering if that word makes sense from the beginning, but Kaala says she can do it with confidence, so I decide to let her do it.

There's no harm in trying.

With my permission, Kaala just turned to the tubular collector and asked, "Old man, please tell me how sorry you are."

It's like an interview.

In contrast, "The Old Man", who has a slightly better nori today, only responded "It's sashimi" after a while when he snorted harshly.

As always, I don't know what you're talking about.

"Uh, I translate, 'I'm not an old man you've met before, but a heterophasic homology that exists in different places by sharing memories - in other words, a split. So I know about Tucci, too."

"In a nutshell, is that such a long line"

And then I figured I'd treat you like a touchee in a tentacle sister.

"We were throwing records of contacts with the old into the database from one end to the other, and Atashi is adding its own interpretation to that and what we have verified"

"I mean, isn't that Kaala's discretion?"

"Interpretation."

"Fair enough. I keep asking, old man. I don't know why I'm here."

"I'm here to see the moon"

"What..."

Oh, my God, I don't know why.

The sashimi just now still conveyed some nuances, but I was looking at it on the moon. I don't have a context. Read the words displayed on the device as Kaara twists her neck.

"Uh, he said," I'm here to see the moon. "

"Keep it up."

I don't know what it means to be able to translate it.

I thought you couldn't translate it.

"Wait, Father of the Nation, look at the moon...... I mean, I've come up to look at the moon deeper than the ground, and I wonder if some old man has a purpose to have to look at the moon. Or maybe a code of what the moon is"

"Uh, Kaala. Stop. No, you better stop that idea. I knew it was too early."

Kaala doesn't seem right for the 'old' opponent. I'm still better at handling the 'old man'. "The Old One" doesn't have decent thoughts from time to time, so when I try to explore it, I get stuck in the mud the other way.

"If you think too much about the intentions of the 'old man', you risk being trapped in madness," Oracle said. Don't take it properly.

I've done a lot of research into the demonic literature and made a translator. I think Kaala is amazing, but it's too serious to deal with the sur system. Compared to Oracle, life experience is too shallow.

Sometimes in the world, it's better to keep it indefinitely obscure. I interpret the will of the Mother of Chaos as the soup of vague and vague drools, whose undetermined state is the root of all creation.

I knelt before my tentacle sister.

"Please feed us, old man, incarnate in Mother Chaos."

Before, it was this tentacle sister who threw dirt at me and gave me cereal.

I mean, I wonder if he's like a food god.

We've come all this way for food, and what we've come across here would be some kind of patrol.

That's what I asked you to think. My decision was' wrong '.

As much as I wanted, I got my neck snapped with my tentacles.

Die.

"Come on! Father of the land!

I signal with my hand, "Don't resist."

Neither the fighting power of Arre or Louise, nor the magical power of Kaala, nor the 'old man' of the Divine Class can be helped by the opponent.

If you attack, you are likely to be returned with an attack.

I leave myself ready to die with my neck strapped like this.

Doing so suddenly loosened the force of his neck, which was squeezing in a gutter.

And a tentacle wrapped around my neck snapped from your sister's body.

"What is this, eh..."

The tentacles that were cut off from the body have a white, large, stringy mass.

If you look slowly off your neck, I've seen this touch and shape, somewhere. A chunk of flour, probably made of salt and water, with a floury touch on the surface.

"Udon, this..."

"It's chaos."

Tentacle sister said that with a little pride.

No, it's not chaos, it's udon.

"I appreciate the food, but I'd love something more edible."

"Eat?"

The 'old man', who had heard me accidentally crush him, swells his tentacles and out of it produces an uninterrupted creature.

A giant demon-like beast emerged from a tentacle swollen up all over the great hole in the cave.

A giant beast staring down at us with obviously hostile cloudy eyes.

Too much, behind me glancing up at it, Kaara screamed.

"Shit, it's the god beast Behemoth!

A huge boar-like, disastrous monster with sharp fangs, with loess hairs all over his body, but the organism closest to its giant is rather a mammoth.

No, it's too huge compared to a mammoth. The two sharp fangs grown on the tip of the nose are about the size of a whole tooth. The rocky walls of the cave were brittle and collapsed, just a little touched by a long, metallic shiny tail.

The divine beast Behemoth, once named Bahamut, is a two-headed pair of perfect beasts alongside the Leviathan who appears in the Old Testament.

Legend has it that Leviathan and Behemoth are fought to the death and the remaining bodies become the food of the 'Chosen One' who survived the end.

That's 'God's offering', I guess it's a classification of food.

It's this way that I asked you to serve something that's edible, but there 'll be limits to it. Ooh!

I was the first one to react and pop up at the monster's appearance.

Not long before I stopped, I feathered the wings of the dragon, jumped on Behemoth like a bullet, and ate that fang blow and it blew away.

Arre blew backwards as she galloped the cave ceiling and quickly lost sight of it. Momentum like it was flown to the end of the earth.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

While the power goes further, it's not going to be stylish to be beyond the speed of Arre, this giant and exceptional militant.

It means he's very strong.

"Shit, it's a sudden Las Bosses fight in here!

I can take out the magic gun (rifle) and expose it to indiscriminate fire.

It hits the torso, but is bounced off the hard skin of a behemoth and doesn't work at all.

Then and through the power of the brave, he shot up the magic bullet as a 'bullet of light' until the magazine was empty, but the little bullet pierced by the meat didn't even seem to work to the extent that the mosquito stabbed him.

When you get to the giant so far, small bullets don't give you any itches.

"If the flying tools don't work!

Dropping my gun, I pull the "Magic Sword of Ice and Snow (Tisona)" out of my hips.

Empower the Legendary Class Hero Sword in silver with both the power of the Neutral Sword and the Light Sword. Silver light meets blue and white light, generating intense plasma in its sword body.

Getting close to that monster is dangerous though.

But if you don't, I saw you as an unbeatable opponent.

"Takel, I'm coming here!

Don't push it.

Louise was slashed with "The Sword of the Orihalcon," but her stiff tail turned like a whip and turned her into a torso.

An excess tail of momentum swept deep through the ground, soot smoke that would soon rise. I don't have time for Louise to be blown backwards, I believe she's fine because she's wearing 'Orihalcon armor'.

"Eat this, Yeh!

I put all my strength into my gripped sword and jumped up full force. Pushing through the soil smoke that's about to erupt, I fly through Behemoth's eyebrow hanging.

By and large, the weakness of these big fat hands is determined. You can smash your head!

As I jump up, Kaala keeps letting me shower flameballs (fireballs) in tow toward Behemoth's torso.

Thanks to this, I pierced between Behemoth's eyebrows with my sword at once without being disturbed by my sharp fangs.

"What do you say!

The scream of the divine beast stabbed through his head was a blast as it was.

If you think the bash felt the air bursting in front of you, the next moment you can't even breathe from being tapped to the ground.

The overwhelming hissing of the divine beast. That is no longer a sound wave.

It wasn't the dragon's dragon noise. The cry itself is an intense explosion of high pressure air.

"Grr..."

I shake my head and stand up. Perhaps he was blown away by a shock wave and slammed to the ceiling before falling to the ground.

My vision blacked out like the lights went out, but I guess I just passed out for a second. I was fortunate in my misfortune to have regained consciousness with a severe pain that slammed me hard on the floor.

You cut it in your mouth. The iron flavor overflows, and you can't stop spitting out a bloody spit. A torn tympanic membrane makes an unpleasant noise with Keane.

I don't have a sword at hand. Neither is Kaara, who was fighting with me.

That's how behemoth the divine beast appeared before my eyes, with 'The Magic Sword of Ice and Snow (Tisona)' still protruding on my head.

The eyes of the great beast, who groans bitterly high and stares at me, dwell in the colour of red and black hatred.

Damage has been done to the other side. Indeed, my spike, which housed the power of Arthama and the power of Mother Chaos God at the same time, also prevailed on the Divine Beast.

But it looks like the attack totally pissed me off because of a decent hit.

"Huhahahaha, what the hell is this"

In front of the fierce beast of handiwork, I was filled with laughter that came up from the bottom of my belly. That's a monster in God's name, isn't it terribly strong?

I don't know, can I beat the god beast right now? No, don't be weak. Behind me, Louise and the others are down, and I only have to win now.

"I'll do it!

When I step on my feet dang, I fly to Behemoth again as far as I can. In both arms dwell the power of the brave and the power of the goddess of chaos.

I'll do it through all the power I can have again against that sword pierced between my eyebrows!

... and that was all I was able to confront so well.

A tentacle even longer and larger than the giant of Currucci Behemoth wrapped around the thick neck of the Divine Beast in front of my eyes flying to Behemoth the Divine Beast.

I was surprised, too, but even Behemoth, who hung on me and stuck out his thick, sharp fangs and intimidated me, loosened his face distorted by ferocious anger and said, "Is that it?" He gave a distracted look.

The divine beast Behemoth was amputated of his span and neck without sound, with such a pitiful surprise in his face.

The neck of the divine beast Behemoth is cut and flown in front of him.

That's good......

That's fine, but I can't stop jumping toward Behemoth at divine speed anymore.

I stick a guccio out of my head into the pink meat wall of Behemoth that was cut as it was.

"Guaaaah"

Oh, my God...

I stayed stuck in the flesh of Behemoth's neck from my head, and the next thing I knew, the giant torso of the Divine Beast collapsed making a sound with Dossoon. It's not buried here, either.

With these bodies we manage to escape from the flesh of Behemoth, shaken strongly by the shock transmitted from the falling giant.

My whole body became Vietnamese, bathed in massive amounts of red blood that had erupted like a fountain from the cutting surface of Behemoth's neck.

"Wow, what the hell is this..."

Something was already grumpy, and nulluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu It is a full grin.

Uh, in this case, should I say thank you for your help?

But I guess the 'old man' doesn't have the consciousness to have tried to help me. Don't let the smile in front of you fool you.

Because if such a decent consciousness is also a shard (piece) in this chaotic creature, then suddenly you won't let out such a ferocious beast.

Tentacle sisters are probably just 'easy to eat and cut the meat they serve'. There is no reason to know what else will happen. Such is the case with the inhabitants of different worlds.

I can't even be sure if this is my interpretation right or wrong. I'm really scared of someone who can't communicate with the will.

Tentacles as they were, my sister's null tentacles stretched out to me as well, turning into big petals of Gabba and pink meat.

"Ahhh, I thought maybe this time it would be ok..."

Just because the resistance was pointless, a massive swarm of tentacles spread the pink petal (Kaben) wide in an attempt to swallow my body.

Turning around unintentionally, there's another tentacle blossom there too.

"Uhhhhhhhhh... this is it again!

Stay caught in a soft tentacle, no exchanging technique.

Tentacle, I can only hope your sister doesn't even think of me as' food '.

Something sucks into my tentacles and goes deep, I'm licked velvety by an indescribable null null like a rough tongue that sticks even more.

I don't even know what to describe it as. It's a raw, warm null. Apparently, you were licking the blood off the behemoth that adhered to my body.

Maybe you're going to clean me up, what an expectation you shouldn't have.

This behavior doesn't make any sense from the beginning.

My body flushed everywhere behind the swirl of my tentacles, and I arrived in a bed like a sucker in a deep isoginchuk.

The tentacle wall that touches my hand is dim and raw warm, I can't wait to nuke everywhere, and when I stick my hand out, I'm cuddly wrapped in meat to rebel.

No, no, no, no, no. Where was I wearing that armor?

Instead of armor, you're losing your clothes at some point, what's going on?

"Ha, ha, something's hot and I can't breathe"

The space opens up around my face and I don't seem to have to worry about choking, but it smells like fishfish on the tip of my nose.

Whether you cry or cry, there is no forgiveness. I didn't defy the blurring of my head and stopped meditating on my eyes and thinking.

I gave myself up to the swirl of my tentacles. 'Cause there's nothing more I can do. The carp on the slab.

When that was easier already, I shallow my breathing and pulled out my body.

The blaming bitterness of this tentacle hell lasts until your tentacle sister gets tired of shaking me down.