Lead the other world.

- Picha, Picha...

"This place..."

Water drips off somewhere, and the sound echoes and is heard.

The awakened Takumi stood in a dark cave unrecognizable. The ground was thinly stretched with brilliant water, illuminating the cave, the sight of which was mysteriously felt and breathtaking by accident.

When I gently touched the moss-growing wall with my hands, it felt slightly damp and rocky.

(We need to find the Flaming Emperor... What kind of a flaming emperor is that?)

Then Takumi pulled the orange infarct out of her waist and once she took a deep breath, she concentrated her consciousness to explore the signs of the creature.

(…… nothing)

Takumi began walking to find the Flaming Emperor with an orange knife once on his hip.

It was then.

"Huh!? Guuuuuuuuuuu!?"

A sharp spear jumped from the ground of the cave without any foretaste penetrated the back of Takumi's feet, rubbing his cheeks into the ceiling with the same momentum.

While Takumi screamed and nodded on the spot, the massive amount of blood erupting from her legs was dyeing the water red.

But the scream did not last long. The pain is gone. On the contrary, there was no pain at all until just now, and Takumi turned a horrible eye toward her leg, but there was a hole in her shoe, but the wound was completely blocked and there was not a single scar left.

At the same time Takumi gave a distressed look. It's not because of the pain. It suddenly felt like my chest could be tightened, like when something important was broken in front of me.

(You mean this translates into mental damage... If this continues...)

When Takumi trembled and took a deep breath, he now began to walk through the orange infarct and concentrate his consciousness so that he could cope to some degree with the unintended trap.

Whoa, whoa.

How many hours would I have walked?

Takumi, unable to concentrate his consciousness and alert the trap with the power of the orange infarct at four or six o'clock, eventually several bones were smashed into the numerous traps that hit him one after the other, beating his body hard against the wall, injuring his gut and throwing up blood reflexes...

He reached one slightly wider room so that Takumi, with a rough and vain look, fell.

And Takumi approached him with a cursory glance, realizing that there was a single tree sign in the center of the room with something in it.

"This is..."

The following was noted on the old tree sign:

-This is a safe room. The only place in this space where safety was promised.

· I can't get in here except for the test challenger. Also, I can't use magic and other powers in this room.

· When you are in this room, you will recover some mental damage, but if you remain in this room for twenty-four hours, you will be considered defeated and will not be able to leave this room forever.

· If you take lethal damage, it will be automatically transferred to this room and you will suffer a lot of mental damage.

· Once you leave this room, you cannot return to the safe room for twelve hours. However, it will be reset after taking lethal damage and automatically transferring it.

………………

Reading its contents, Takumi fell asleep without thinking about it, reassured that this room was safe for now.

Whoa, whoa.

"Mmm..."

How many hours have you slept?

Takumi woke up and slowly woke up and rubbed her eyes. On the other hand, she felt pitiful and deeply sighed, relieving her body, which had become considerably easier thanks to the recovery of mental damage compared to when she arrived in this room.

Takumi hasn't even met the Flaming Emperor yet. I was just walking through this labyrinth for a few hours to explore, and I was all alone and creative.

(I have to go...)

Takumi stood up in large measure and jumped out of one of the first of the four safe room entrances and exits with the orange infarct in his hand, unlike the one he used when he first came to this room.

(Walk with a mark on the wall so you can go back…)

Whoa, whoa.

"Ha... ha..."

- Galli.

The orange infarct blade wielded by Takumi put a cross cut into the wall.

After about six hours of exploration, Takumi exhales loudly, whipping her body, not until yesterday, but mentally tired, and looking back towards the road where she came about to turn back to the saferoom -.

"Huh...?

- There is one man in red chinese clothing with a golden pattern on the face of a familiar fox standing on the water without sound.

And the moment he saw the murderous red, swinging eyes from the fox surface, Takumi jumped back to selflessly obsessed to distance himself from feeling a nasty sweat erupting from all over his body and life threatening.

But at the same time as Takumi jumped away, red blood appeared.

"Or... Ha...!?

When I looked at my body in awe, my body had traces of diagonal amputation and my clothes were stained with blood and blood was dripping off.

Then when he regained his orange infarct and concentrated his consciousness and turned his attention to the mask again, the mask he had just stood on appeared, staring at Takumi in a position that remained slashed up with a red blade spear that disappeared and seemed clear in a bright red pattern.

(You... are the Flaming Emperor. So now it depends on the signs... remnants)

Eventually Takumi, whose physical wounds healed, had a distressed look, struck by spiritual damage, but put up an orange infarct to chant the magic.

"" Phantom Mist ""

And Takumi, who chanted the magic and became both of us, wore spirits and each was slashed into a mask with a quick move.

But that was bad. Takumi, who had been slashed, opened his eyes and consolidated them.

"You're lying..."

Each Takumi was struck by the remnants of about eight signs as if the masked body were suddenly split apart.

Of course, Takumi, who shares the vision for two in the Phantom Mist, couldn't possibly be able to tell the real thing, but was chopped through his body by a spear of seven remnants, and the mask's own spear skewered through Takumi's abdomen and onto the wall as it was.

"Oops!?

Takumi slapped him hard on the back and spit out blood reflexes. And at the same time Takumi saw as he was pulled out of a well-pierced spear. Eyes that look like red creepy light peeking out of the fox's face while bathing in returning blood.

Then the continuous strike, which kept me breathless, crushed the bones of Takumi with every blow, and Takumi well understood how the mask was out of hand at the Yamato Toyota Festival.

And the meat mass, which would have collapsed to the ground with the roar, disappeared without sound with the orange infarct.