Log Horizon

Demikus, who dropped a distance of ten meters at once in Phantom Step, self-heals his HP with Resilience while squeezing hot, burning exhalations out of his lungs.

The battle is in an abominable glue state.

Pours a strong gaze at the enemy as he bites his back teeth to pieces as well.

While the armor of the "Luceart of the Seven Gardens" is stained with dark purple, it must deal damage while dealing with its atrocities. That worked there, as per prior information. Melee attacks, including Demiquas, beat, beat and cracked Luceart's mighty armor many times.

But Luceart, whose cracks were like branches of a tree, peeled off boiled eggs from it.

And what emerged from inside was a white luceart like a hospital ceiling.

Peeled from its bleached appearance, the armor creates shadow warriors that blend and stretch out with the shadow at its feet. Different warriors with giant battle sickles (death sizes) on a silhouette that is idle and uncharacteristic look like a shadow painting with no thickness because of its black monochrome.

Demiquas cast the light emitted by the white luceato.

That was a sweet attack, as distracted, compared to earlier.

I am ready to storm again with self-healing.

The "Silver Sword", seen as a good opportunity, repeated a corrugated attack, but was caught by the Shadow Warriors. Compared to Luceart, it's not enough to take a range or attack power. But there's more to that than we can ignore. Even now, ten bodies are crossed.

The troops will destroy the Shadow Warriors while attacking Luceart.

This many enemies can't just be dealt with by that dinklon, who is the main defenseman. Five warrior positions must be attracted, including an unfavourable direct line.

Shadow warriors pushing like bugs attracted by the scent of honey.

Demiquas set the target for the flock.

With a firing range of about 150 degrees ahead, this skid kick is Absolute Geheimnis, Demiquas' best secret leg trick, which brings mobility and attack together. If this attack is unleashed, Demiquas will be able to fly to a dense enemy location. That is usually a bad hand. Demiquas will be in danger if he wields a healer and other follow-ups, as it is difficult to avoid the attack of a gradually reid boss like Luceart. But the black shadow in front of me is not the boss, be it Reid Enemy. The enemy who wields such a large weapon is rather an easy opponent for Demiquas.

Demiquas became a dark green meteor with the temper of tearing.

Across the universe of the Colosseum as if it were a snowboard glide, Demiquas breaks through the chest of a shadow warrior, slamming a tiger ringing fist Tiger Echofist into its body as if it had been ejected by a shell.

Reid Mobb, who lingers on the billies and tympanic membrane, played the last placed souvenir and the blow of the sickle swinging down with his back fist (backhand) to a minimum, and Demiquas flashed his shadowless leg (shadowless kick) from a small setup that put his right knee on his own chest.

The enemy flies unbroken like a watermelon dropped on the ground.

But by defeating the Shadow Warrior in one piece, Luceart sucked the darkness that arose from it and still seems to have recovered some HP.

In other words, this is the reason for every step of the way.

White Luciate restores its health.

The Shadow Warriors are both catalysts and time buyers for this. The white reborn Luceart apparently restores power for the attack again after a certain amount of time. He then dyes that armor black anew and repeats a powerful attack in an indefatigable motion like he just started the fight.

It is by no means impossible to withstand that hurricane, but it is a story if the opponent is only Luceart. If we leave the Shadow Warriors behind, the avant-gardes, who have been shredded for the majority of their HP by black luceato, will come to an end by the Great Sickle.

Reid Squad Health is supported by Healers. But turn it into a barrier for the Divine Cleric (Nagi). Turn it into a reaction-activated recovery for the Therapeutic Cleric (Cre). There is a tolerance limit.

It's critical to deal with Luceart in the Seven Gardens.

I can't afford to keep the miscellaneous fish alive. But if you defeat them, they'll restore Luceart. For a time, the Shadow Warrior counted twenty, and because of it, the troops went as far as the temporarily collapsed Setouchi.

It was abominably siloed that opened the situation.

- The Shadow Warrior occurs only equal to the number of people who have dealt damage to the black Luceart.

The discovery rejuvenated the Silver Sword.

Let powerful attackers attack, and healers and powerless members withhold attacks. That way, when Luceart looks white, the occurrence of Shadow Warriors can be reduced to around ten.

Coward (Shiloe), who just gave orders from behind, was an unforgivable avenging opponent for Demiquas. It shattered Demiquas' pride and even collapsed an organization called Brigantia, which he finally created. If those threesomes hadn't even come to Suskino, the Demikus would have slowly become familiar with this world. If only that siloe hadn't come.

Cat-headed swordsmen can still be forgiven. That swordsman stood in front of Demiquas and waved his sword. But that coward, from start to finish, didn't even see Demiquas.

It was a breeze I didn't even remember the name of Demiquas.

Demiquas can clearly recall the look on Siloe's face that reappeared on Suskino. The guy looked at Demiquas and didn't give him a troubled look. That's good. Siroe must be strong, that was found in this massive battle. Then you should have at least made a mockery of it or made a fool of yourself.

But this Granting Artist (Fucking Enk) said, "That's a pain in the ass," but that's all the emotional color came to mind.

Demiquas beats his intolerable anger to the Shadow Warrior.

Pierced "Lightning Straight".

The attack was not launched in Phantom Step but on the flank full of gaps launched in Area Rave. "Wyburn kick" again on the blown back.

Siloe only recognizes Demiquas to that extent.

A flaming thought burned the heart of Demiquas, wondering if it could be done without killing Shiloe. I swear that one day I will beat the pain over the siloe that I will regret being born in this world.

But it's not now.

Regrettably, I'm not capable enough right now. Even Demiquas has to admit it. A man like Siloe is strong. The same goes for gear, but even technology outweighs Demiquas.

Demiquas was going to take part in this massive battle and attack Shiloe from behind in the beginning. Instead of that practice, he was smashing monsters. I was wondering if that would have raised my mood. My body was much lighter than usual. Demiquas' fists destroyed the monsters. Just like we are now tearing the Shadow Warriors apart.

I thought Demiquas, who was getting used to Reid's air, noticed a small sword icon, circling around his wrist. The unfamiliar icon was Siloe's "Keen Edge"... Nothing. Demiquas was just floating in that man's fortification spell. Such evidence came out as much as I could find. The "Haste" that connects attacks faster than usual, and the "True Guide" that breaks through the defenses of higher-than-normal attacks.

Exactly the same as now.

A shadow warrior approaching to prune Demiquas shakes up the Great Sickle.

The "Wyburn Kick" stiffness time is half a second away. That attack, which Demiquas is supposed to suffer with a slight difference, does not occur, however.

If it was just the beginning of this zone's offense, I missed it, too much whispering siloe cover. Did you say "mind shock" or something? It's a spell that blurs the monster's consciousness with a shockwave of landings. Regardless of the kind of monster you would normally deal with, a second would be a good place to relieve yourself against the Raid Monsters that appear in this zone. But in that second, enough Demiquas leaves the enemy's range of attack with a "Monkey Step" and flips to unleash a large spinning kick (Dragon Tail Swing) that looks like it's going to punch the surface.

The full force of these Demiquas assaults and ravages are all within the bounds of Siloe's predictions.

Both the departure now and the spinning kick afterwards just made Siloe shoot me because it looked like Demiquas' feud.

Of course it's not like that guy has the offensive or physical skills of Demiquas.

Just a slight distraction when it comes to what the guy did, or manipulated a proper enhancement spell. In such a sobering deception, you will never be able to defeat a powerful monster.

But what matters is the fact that Siloe can perceive what Demiquas is going to do and help that unnoticed. Siloe is completely predicting Demiquas' behavior. To the extent that we can see what that means, it also means that Demiquas has grown strength in this massive battle.

(I'll smash you to death one day)

(In front of everyone then)

(I'll slap that blue-white face and let you fall into tears of repentance)

(Get a fantasy class with this reid -)

(Increase level, sharpen skill -)

Demiquas destroyed his enemies one after the other as he jumped.

His position (militant) is a warrior position that combines succession and aggression. Although it does not extend to weapons attack positions, HP and ability to deal with state anomalies are not comparable. That means you can survive a storm inside a flock of enemies, and you can continue to stamp and attack even within the offensive range of Reid Boss. Demiquas attacked as hot and burning flesh commanded, poking, kicking, nagging and doing everything in his power.

The battle went twitchy.

The momentum that had been pushed in temporarily was also successfully rebuilt by William's enthusiastic directive. Frontline defensemen and restorers, and enemy weakening retention. If this vertical line works properly, it won't be so easy to destroy. All you have to do is adjust to the battle situation, eliminate the Shadow Warrior, and scrape the HP of the luceate body.

Of course it takes time. There have been countless decisions over that long period of time, and we have to do everything calmly, conscientiously, without mistake, and quickly. A large-scale battle is a continuum of actions.

Demiquas was a fever.

Demiquas was a flame.

Just attack, pierce, and destroy the enemies that appear in front of you.

He hits black luceart and waves a thunderous fist to smash that armor.

Thoughts gradually became blank, immersed in the battle so that they were just thrust and driven by the heat that blew out. Demiquas was in a rotten sukino. More than at any time, than on that day when he fought Chanta, he just integrated with the battle without thinking about it.

That's why I didn't realize things had changed until I heard the scream that went up behind me.

Blaming Demiquas would have been harsh. Even for members of the skilled Reid, that was too accidental. The giant iron lattice positioned between the east and west of the Colosseum is now fully open, and from its flaming darkness emerges a frosty giant (Tartauger of the Four Gardens) with white eyeballs and frozen mustaches, and a flaming serpent (Ibra Habla of the Three Gardens) like a living and twirling corona.

They took a half-step to the Colosseum, releasing a storm of ice and flames from left to right. Its goal was a fourth party that was concentrating all its attacks on Luceart. Instantly the Fourth Party was wiped out, and the aftermath alone caused enormous damage to all other troops.

In that so ridiculous sight Demiquas tasted the creepy liquid flooding his mouth from the built-in.

Not really.

The Demikus are now fighting Luceart in the Seven Gardens.

I thought I'd keep my order.

He fought Luciato and continued to eliminate his family's Shadow Warrior. That equilibrium collapsed slightly, and only a slight increase in the number of enemies brought the Demikus to an end.

I was just starting to go well because of it. Even that was the path of thin possibilities to cross with the thought of stepping on thin ice.

There, there are two bosses of the same size as "Luceart of the Seven Gardens".

Even Demiquas clearly understood.

I can't win.

I'm not talking about tactics or strategy.

The more trivial ideas you ruin, the more overwhelming the battle power difference. If you want to fight these three at the same time, you need ninety-six (Legion Reid), not twenty-four (Full Reid).

Behind my ears, I heard a flat voice I heard somewhere.

- This world is no longer a game. That's over. Your time is over.

Even the monsters, like us, the Adventurers, left our place to concentrate their power - Demiquas thought so.

If Demiquas was the guardian of the labyrinth, a natural tactic to think first.

Join forces to annihilate the Adventurers.

That's obvious, it's just, it happened.

A scream rips apart the air of coliseum frozen in that less brutal despair, wondering if humans can get it out.

Similar sized faces loom to the oversized ads painted on the walls of the cinema. The frozen giant turned his back and shook his fist down on the member. Making a sound that sticks to the mucus, [Summoner] became a stain on the colosseum.

I can't hear that count anymore that has reassured Demiquas.

Running like a disease with a roar, Demiquas thrust a siloe that just surprised him by opening his eyes round. Siloe falls outside the frost giant's twisted stick range when rolled three or four times and taken straight.

Demiquas laughed at you, you fucking coward.

Instead, his left leg was crushed without a scratch, but he saw a siloed surface, so his income and expenses are positive.

Kill him, you rule-breaking Reid bosses, and Demiquas threw up a bump.

But neither Demiquas nor Shiloe could escape the brutality of the Flaming Snake (Ibra Habla in the Three Gardens), which rains flames from all of the nagging bodies. It's not just the two of us. Direct, Torah, and William. Stronger than Demiquas, crushed like a bug no matter how many times you try, so are those "Silver Sword" fiends.

In an instant, losing all of his moisture, and in the agony of turning himself around in flames, twenty-four of his offensive troops were sadly wiped out.

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Stinky. Just walked out of the cabin, Krusty slightly distorted it to its straight nose line. Alliance members are told it's iron skin and so on. He must have had the smell of the Green Kid (Goblin) residence.

The mountains I followed were also so troubling to my eyes along the way.

It was better outdoors, even under the freezing winter sky, than in a shack of unclean straw and dirt. Originally, the [Adventurer's] body was strong against environmental differences such as cold and warm.

That's the same with Crusty.

When one shrugs his shoulder, he leaves his goblin residence just because he doesn't need it anymore.

There are a number of primitive dwellings lined up around, similar, that is, digging shallow the ground and erecting struts there to pile up plenty of tree branches and grass equivalent to the roof from the surroundings. It is one of the Goblin villages in the mountains of Silverac. These villages exist in countless mountainous areas around here. One village at a time had fifty or so such dwellings, and perhaps nearly three hundred (Green Kid) lived there.

Now most of them are stuffed shells.

About 30% were crusaded by the Akiba Expeditionary Army led by Krusty.

The remaining seven-point division is believed to be gathering at Seven Falls Castle Fortress (Seventh Fall), where the Green King (Goblin King) will reign.

A month had already passed since the beginning of the expedition.

Sanzo Takayama and his Expeditionary Force have during this time explored the surrounding area to determine the location of the Goblin settlement and, in some cases, carried out raids. The march was discreet and relaxed.

This has been a common perception of the Round Table Conference since its inception, but it was thought that the offensive of the Seven Falls Castle Fortress and the destruction of the Green King would not be difficult. The eastern goblins, who thrived in the blank period of "catastrophe," are on a scale rarely seen in history. It was a disaster that was exactly equal to a nightmare for the 'earthlings'.

On the other hand, however, the Green Kids are not a major threat to members of the Combat Alliance who have reached at least 90 levels for Akiba's Adventurers. Reid entering the Seven Falls Castle Fortress, but according to Krusty's words, he seemed to think it was possible to crusade the Green King within two days if he allowed dozens of selected troops to enter. Takayama also agrees on this prediction.

The purpose of this operation is not the destruction of the Green King in the first place.

The aim is to ensure the safety of the "earthlings" living in northeastern Yamato. For this reason, the problem is tens of thousands of "Green Kids" themselves, and I have to say that even if we succeed in the "Green King" crusade, the operation will fail if the "Green Kids" who overflow from the "Silverac Mountains" because of it.

The command, to which Krusty and Takayama belonged, thought so, was deliberately letting them do things like leisurely mountain hunting. Dozens of "Adventurer" troops are now scattered in the Silverac Mountains for reconnaissance and sporadic combat.

As a result of this operation, which pushes fish into the net, many of the Green Kid's settlements are joining the Seven Falls Castle Fortress. From their point of view, it is a build-up of troops to start defiance of the "Adventurers", but from the point of view of the alpines, it is just a deployment as the operation goes.

Takayama followed Krusty and went for Sawa.

Inside and on all sides of the settlement are investigated by members of the [D.D.]. That said, there would be no residual "Green Kid" in this situation. I'm checking the status quo, so nobody's so nervous.

Crusty and Alpine follow the trail as they cut off prominent branches.

The "Green Kid" of the settlement is probably the beast path where they go to fetch water, but their height is less than 140 cm. When the two tall men follow this path, the height of their faces will take a flourishing branch, making it difficult to walk.

Through the river plain, they narrowed their eyes to the wind blowing across them. The wind containing cold air that shook away the depressed air was a favorite for the alpine, but the look on the face of Crusty, the guild leader beside him, was not excellent.

The trend has been felt since the end of the Balance Festival, but it seems that the worries are getting deeper and deeper. Reese and others were worried about squeezing handkerchiefs, but Takayama has left any of them so far behind. Crusty is not an adult boy either, because he thought it would be annoying to be worried about heterosexuals like Alpine.

(No, adults don't really matter. Because men are delicate no matter how many)

Takayama thought so from his experience at work.

Besides, Krusty and I have known each other for a long time. The direction of the concern was also probably speculative. So I thought I'd just talk to you a little bit about this chance to leave command and go scouting.

"Milord?

"Hmm? Something, Ms Takayama"

With a slight time lag to notice or not, Crusty turned his thoughtful expression to the alpine.

"You don't seem to be feeling very well these days. Something bothering you?

"Hmm."

Crusty tries to hide his mouth at his fingertips and thinks about it. Instead of the usual Adamantite steel gauntlet, it's a thin leather glove today. The armor in the inner suit also suits that disappointing body well. Good looking guild master. Those who are deceived by this never cease to follow, but it is certainly convenient to operate. With that sentiment, I ask straight what I felt.

"Are you bored?

Looking down the alpine horizontally, Crusty thought for a while and gave him a deceptively riddled look, grinning bitterly and raising his hands as if he had given up.

"You're in trouble. I'm bored."

"Be patient"

"I'm celebrating today with a lot of patience."

Takayama took a thick sigh.

I thought you probably would, but you were right.

Crusty has an intelligent appearance, and his actual actions are reasonable and accurate. I have the talent and charisma to bring people together. The track record of launching and running the biggest guild on the Yamato server, D.D., should be proud. "D.D.", which absorbs 1,700 people, has the size to exceed SMEs in the real world.

But such a public image is not all about Krusty.

This white young man, who has even been entrusted with round-table summaries, has a terrible prankster and boring personality.

It is a fact that several ancient Ginseng members, including Takayama, are aware of, but Crusty created a giant organization called "D.D." because "I wanted to see what would happen if I made it". In the first place, "D.D.D." is not a guild. It is part of the Talent Exchange system that Crusty conceived, and the guild is just one element in its composition.

Apparently Krusty thought about it one day.

- This game called "Elder Tail" is very interesting. But it takes a lot of people to make fun of it, and people to enjoy adventure with. I am aware of that on the operational side, and in fact I have made that statement. The game is also equipped with a variety of systems for finding people. But isn't it kind of funny (,,,,,,,) if the user side makes a talent exchange system that goes beyond any of them, and dominates Reid, the end content, with that system?

That's why D.D.D. was formed.

In other words, its shape did not have to be guild. The guild system just happened to exist in Elder Tail and was convenient to use. At a time when "Elder Tail" was still a game, the focus of D.D. 's activities was voice chat and headquarters websites, but all of those systems were devised by Crusty. The same is true of the staffing system, which focuses on regular executive meetings and Reid's division of forces.

He seemed interested in building an autonomous organisation "where the department works on its own to achieve results" rather than directing it. That's why the D.D.D., which has become so powerful, is still a well-ventilated organization.

And it continued after the catastrophe. Crusty called for further organizational expansion and autonomy with the establishment of the Round Table Conference as a odd currency. As a result, Krusty's "wanted to see" curiosity was satisfied, but his personal involvement in the operation diminished.

In other words, I'm free.

Takayama knew exactly what it was like to be such a friend, and he also thought it was a pain in the ass. A man named Krusty is only overflowing with talent, but he is the type of man who is too overflowing to date. Talent, which is surplus output, however bad it may be, is something that spreads unexpected trouble and fuss around you.

When Crusty gets bored, he doesn't get bored.

Although the end result is often in the interests of the surrounding area because he is by no means an outlaw and a reasonable person, the noise and labor that occurs in the process is a source of concern for the alpines. Most of all the "boredom" I could see from the alpine as I had breathed there since I found Rainesia, but was that a buyout for that girl?

(Pushing on the princess is a different muscle...)

If you think about it, it is full of regrets.

I need to say something. When he caught up with Krusty, who thought so and proceeded like a stroll, he stood back and judged the rocks.

"What's wrong?

"No..."

Crusty fixes the misaligned glasses because of the cancer and puts the picked up substitute in front of him. That was probably the tip of a missing spear.

The gorge draws a great arc around it, with a river plain inside a deep abyss with smaller stones than children's fists. It was a cool sight in the mountains, with root snow everywhere now, but even a barbecue if it was summer.

Crusty, kicking some stones with his toes, seemed to have discovered some trace.

"This was a training ground, apparently."

"Is it training? So you're somewhat tidy."

Takayama honestly returns that.

If you look at it, there were also traces that seemed to have moved a large rock to the side of the trees bushes. If you stare, the stone gap is littered with pieces of wood and shards of weapons. I guess this place has been used for a long time.

"Green Kid" has never thought of training before, but it would be natural to plan a war. Nevertheless, I don't think they could have increased their power with it. Green Kid levels are very low compared to Adventurers.

Having thought that far, Alpine noticed Krusty's gaze, questioning its seriousness, and at the next moment, reached understanding.

- Goblins conduct combat training.

That is a possibility that has never existed before. As the Alpines are attempting to attack the Reid of the Seven Falls Castle Fortress in a completely different way than before, the Green Kids can also prepare for interception in a completely different way than before. This world is not Elder Tail. How many times do I have to realize that Takayama filled me with the desire to curse my incompetence.

Milord, get back here immediately and report to the entire army.

"You must order an investigation into the location of the training and its impact."

"Yes."

The two, who exchanged few words and responded, proceeded in the direction of the river plain where they had come to return to the village. First we have to go back to the settlement and rendezvous with the lychews and kugels of the scouts. After that, we'll go back to Command at Ogiri and respond.

The rushing alpine lagged behind in noticing its own weapon, the folding military sickle, vibrating fine. It quickly emits a metallic abnormal sound, emitting a glow of red-hot or not around.

Don't let go of that weapon.

Crusty screams.

But the reaction to the word was delayed.

The alpine weapon, which was cleaved whenever he inhaled the blood of the "Green Kid" in this massive battle, will now eat into its arms to stick, trying to tighten it in a strange force field.

Forced to twist his body as his free movement was being tied, Takayama tried to make a request to Krusty to evade.

Something's wrong. The oscillation of the sickle was so loud that it was deafening.

The impact struck that alpine arm as if it had been crashed by a large dump car. What Alpine saw, round his eyes so shocked that he could be sure that the bones in his arms had smashed in the moment, was the sight of his weapon with the name "disaster" glowing red and Krusty, who thrust himself, swallowed by that swirl of light.

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Apparently it was on the street late at night.

But there is no darkness around. A shadow stretches over the asphalt, illuminated by the white light of the constant night lamp.

Siloe's decision that it was late at night came from the fact that Shutter's closed mall was deserted and strangely quiet.

I walked past McDonald's and the mobile shop without raising my gaze in front of the florist sign. Familiar sight, familiar sight. There's just no sound. There's no sign of people in the mall.

Walking in Shiloe, this downtown area is less than an hour's drive from Ikebukuro, and the local population is a street built around a minor station dedicated to the word Tokyo area. There are stations scattered around the neighborhood with the same geographical names as North or South, which means it's a suburban city that is developing as a bedtown.

Siloe was born here and grew up.

But it stinks like you made it up. I feel like this city was anytime someone else's face on Siloe.

The population of this city, which is Newtown, is large.

There are facilities that are not inconvenient to live in.

Nevertheless, there are no notable commercial establishments in this city because the distance is a cuddly thing and all residents who want to look for something a bit, such as appliances, clothes and hobby groceries, will flow into the city. This mall is the city itself. There's no inconvenience, and everything. But when you start looking for something, you can't usually find it.

There was no such thing as a city as Tokyo's appendage, which could not be described as a small city, as a center for being this city.

Shiloe's parents also said they had moved to this city on the occasion of their marriage. A two-story single-family home, not narrow but not even large, has many sister-like houses on the same street. Such residential neighborhoods, stations, slightly remaining fields, and street trees are as common, ordinary, and flowing away as they are everywhere in Japan.

This city, which does not have a center, is shifting more and more in order not to have something to protect. Neither the station building, nor the shopping district, has enough shops to be considered established, and tenants are shifting regularly. I guess that's convenient because of the large influx and outflow of residents.

That could also be said of Siloe's friendship. A third of the classroom was vacant in elementary school, which was only big enough to seem useless to Siloe. That's all children were planned at the time of the design. I'm not sure if it's under the influence of childlessness, or convenient for the city's budget. Boys and girls of the same age as that elementary school to middle school and high school change dizzily. Now we know that's the metabolism that makes this Newtown. But when I was a boy, Shiloe felt that it was kind of a vague, unreliable world where people and things weren't weird when they disappeared.

(Speaking of which...)

I think of it and look up.

There should have been a local shop in this mall with a minor menu named Eggplant Curry as a sign. Was that the fruit shop, the bag shop, the Amitsu shop? In high school, a cheap, and nostalgic store that I spent many times with friends.

Billboards with frigid Indian illustrations, however, were not.

It was a baffled siloe for a moment, but I remember it with loneliness.

I had inadvertently forgotten, but the Indian Curry House had been crushed, followed by a mysterious store called Beef Bowl Cafe, which, as expected, had also crumbled in a few months, followed by a fancy billboard ramen chain that was growing in power in the city centre. For a long break from college, Shiloe went home and remembered that.

I went into the ramen shop once, but it tasted like heartburn, so I shouldn't have gone twice.

It crumbled, but it was the curry shop that wanted the siloe to continue. For some reason, the Muslim shopkeeper who talks about the Yokohama valve was obviously not Indian, and the curry that came out was more of a Japanese home-cooked style than Indian style (although it tasted like Vermont curry, no matter what you think), but curry with surprisingly eggplant at an affordable price was likely to be eaten every once in a while.

(Too bad it crumbled)

Looking up with a sigh, the store was a flashy roommate ramen chain with red letters dancing in the black -. When Siloe stops, she carefully observes the store structure. Shutters have Wednesday closed letters. Usually the storefront where there are supposed to be a lot of Novoli is secluded, and the name of the store that should have been written in the sticking out sunshine can't be read blurry for some reason.

When Siloe scratched Polypoli and her cheeks with her index finger, she concluded.

(well, this is what losing your memory is all about)

From among the siloes, the name of that ramen chain has disappeared.

"Something like that."

I wasn't too shocked.

I predicted this would happen, and I don't think this is such a huge loss in the first place. People's memories fade, they don't even know where they've gone, and they fade away like a raven in a broken chest of keys.

When the face of the Silver Sword is challenged, it raises the scene of falling down.

I knew as much as I would die if I tried a massive battle. Reid gained experience over and over again in the first place, establishing a way to attack and breaking through. Sacrifice is natural, including yourself, because you're not dealing with the underground, like when you're against safaggins and goblins.

Siloe felt like she was in trouble and lonely.

The pale emotion was a great nostalgia.

It could be said that it was the main tone that colored Shiloe, Bai Zhongye, as a boy.

In elementary school, in middle school, and beyond.

I think Siloe was walking through the night with this feeling if she noticed.

There are not 20% of store names here that can be read clearly.

Even though it's a local shopping district that lived from birth to high school. The early replacement tenant disappeared in slight contact with Siloe's life, but perhaps, from the other side, Siloe is the one who disappeared. It flutters slightly, leaving traces that are not even traces, disappearing. Eventually the trace of memory disappears as well.

Rationally, it was the siloes who forgot, and it was the shops in the mall who forgot.

Despite this, Shiloe remembers the sentiments as if she had been betrayed.

Explore why. Siloe feels ashamed.

I'm sure no elementary school alumni, no middle school alumni, will remember Siloe.

Old friends who tend to be off school, unfamiliar with class, and who always seemed immersed in the library until dusk are naturally unrememorable. Siloe blames herself for realizing that she layered her past classmates, who she didn't even remember on the side of Siloe, in a shopping district store.

That's a very selfish eight.

Even though it was Siloe's side that couldn't leave one in this birthplace where everything seemed to be.

Siloe walked down a silent street lit by mercury lights.

How long had I been out of downtown, crossing a modern but oddly lonely bridge, and plunging into a tree-lined road leading to elementary school?

I did not wonder if Shadow, a close friend of Shiloe, rose from the ground and came next to Shiloe as a small figure. The two swept under green ginkgo trees and walked past the bench at the bus stop through the night.

What moves is this city of Siloe alone, but the sound of heavyweight vehicles passing through from the distant main roads. Against that backdrop, like the roar of a distant wind, Siloe stared at his feet and proceeded.

Plugging into the large park, Shiloe bent slightly into its interior, feeling comfortable. The park, lit by constant night lights, floated white on its cheeks and, as expected, had no figures.

The pond, covered with tiles of fish illustrations, was built big enough for children to play with the water, but now they just lie there reflecting light on the water. Siloe and Shadow looked for a bench where they could see the artificial pond and sat down.

In other words, Siloe concluded that this must be a form of imminent death experience.

Siloe died in the midst of Reid's battle with the "Silver Sword".

According to the laws of the other world, Shiloe will be resurrected at the entrance to that massive battle zone, but it is now its time lag, and the unusual experience of death is showing Shiloe this dream.

I looked up to heaven by keeping myself on the back of the bench.

I can't see a single star.

(So you're back here again)

Siloe laughed lonely.

Siroe spent so many nights on this bench. Growing up in an abandoned family where their parents worked together, Shiloe has been a regular in the park at night since she was young enough to lurk her eyebrows the more the city's welfare center staff heard.

It's not like I liked it here. I just didn't have anywhere else to go except this place. The house, where I would spend time alone, had a hard time chasing me even as I dived in bed, and downtown was scared to have boys and girls of flashy stature. The only way to forget what it felt like to be a primary school student was to walk around the city late at night with weak legs and sit on the bench in this park.

Though it wasn't enough to hold my chest down and close my eyes long as I was a child, the pale wound brought Siloe a quiet certainty. Apparently, he's failed again, that's for sure.

Siloe has been in the exact same place for a long time now and again.

Siroe, who was told and raised as an adult from a young age, was certainly understanding and self-restraint for children. But that's why kids my age seemed barbaric and irrational to Siloe, and I kept my distance from them. And I made a lot of mistakes about it.

I ruined my classmate's care.

I shook the hand I was stretched out to evil.

I made fun of kindness.

I stuck around and threw out a place where I had to fight.

I couldn't tell you how hard my parents struggled or felt.

They were all trivial, but irrevocable failures.

Every time he failed, the young Shiloe cried on this bench, and vowed to his heart to do something about it. Sometimes things worked out, and sometimes I thought I was. But he still failed somewhere and sat on this bench with the same sad, defective feeling that he was in trouble.

- I knew I was going to die. You mean your shitty, your seco cousin, your stubborn. If I die a hundred times, I know a hundred times. That won't last.

William's words come back to life.

I also know that you're leaving the Reid team.

That was a lot more real and unbearable pain than losing memory.

Siloe knew exactly what that meant and how this felt.

If every time he dies, he comes here many times, then Shiloe has died in that city of Earth where he was born and raised.

If dying was about this, Siloe has tasted it many times.

The night you dumped the notebook you cherished, the night you shook your friend's hand off, the night you left making a smile, the night you said goodbye to the library.

Dying meant wanting to die.

Even if lightly diluted, Siloe knew the flavor.

That's what's on my chest right now. It's not about failing, it's about making the same mistake over and over again. Go through the wound that should have wiped away. How many times would I have tasted this feeling? At least it made me lick it to the point that I never wanted to taste it again. But when you realize it, you come here with a mistake. The suspicion that after decades of living like this, I won't be able to get a step off this bench in the end, but I can't wipe it like a shadow that sticks to my back perfectly.

The future is long enough to say that it is the future.

How many decades. It's so long that Siloe can't understand it. Will I live that long time I don't know, over and over again with mistakes?

Reminds me of Demiquas, who devoured his teeth and thrust his siloe hard.

I don't know why I did that.

Siloe doesn't remember doing anything that could help Demiquas.

Oh, that's good. and William reached out to me in one word.

I don't know why that young man took Siloe's hand.

Even though Siloe only remembers doing something that would crush William's face.

It's all Siloe doesn't know. I'm too stupid to really like myself.

It's also direct. In the end, even my best friend kept a secret, and Shiloe came this far.

Even though it wasn't Minami that Siloe was really on guard. What Siloe was wary of was not Minami's scourge. I've already grabbed such a presence.

Siloe was frightened by the third person.

Soon I stared at the fist I had gripped and gently untied it.

Perhaps there is something in this world besides the Shiloes and the Earthlings. I suspected the Sacrifice clan was that, but I finally knew it wasn't. But, because I guess there's more of that "someone" out there.

Let's say that the siloes were summoned to another world with world-class magic, as Li-Gang put it. It happened that that other world looked just like the game the Shiloes were playing. Would that be convenient? Of course that probability wouldn't be zero, but there should have been more explanation.

The study of EEG sensing technology was progressing even on Siloe's remembered planet. Taking out the EEG and moving the cursor, making brief will-to-communicate with people in the plant state, and in the latest news, taking dreams out to external devices as video should have also achieved results. Those studies are mostly in the medical field and will be converted to the entertainment field and space development in the course of decades. It's been such a long time since the bright news made a scene on the web.

The latest research is hardly news. Maybe it's a covert study being conducted by some state agency that can give a subject a gaming virtual experience. That possibility will certainly be.

But at the same time, to tens of thousands of Japanese, it's a different story, and it's ridiculous. The Shiloes were not even fitted with special equipment.

There's got to be an explanation.

Siloe kept thinking patiently about the warning-like ill feelings she had felt over the past few months. That feeling when I heard The Soul Theory from Li-Gang. The further darkness of that explanation, which appears to be the correct answer, is randomly explored by the power of thought alone.

Shiloe used the connections of the Round Table Conference to request various surveys.

Give Roderick the possibility of flavored text. Give Souzillow a monster ecological change. Michitaka has a flourishing state of southern plants. Collect and organize private discourse from the Alliance of Free Cities Eastal for Karasin.

A wealth of evidence was discovered each time it was examined. That is a testimony that there is no "third person" in this world. That is why the suspicion of Siloe intensified. The "stories as I recall" submitted at a convenient time seemed to be evidence on the other side.

(But that's not an excuse. I lost my hand. I was scared and stopped knowing)

There was something more Demiquas could do. And to William.

I should have talked straight into my chest. She said it was too much.

Siroe's efforts to worry were sure to annoy everyone as well. I should have thought of that many times, but Siloe ruined it by laziness.

As Siloe waited for me that windy night to invite me to the guild, Siloe's loved ones are sure to be waiting for me for Siloe.

Didn't they prove to me that Siloe's cowardice and laziness were just keeping people away?

Siroe thought to get up off this bench and head over to everyone.

If that's not about it, I'm embarrassed against everyone.

And I must apologize to Xing Xing.

In that snow hut, Siloe doubted him and spared a word.

I spared you. I really should have done the best I could with my words. I should have persuaded Xinxing for Shiloe's believing future. As humans in this world, we should have complained that it was an important issue.

Without any certainty, Siloe was feeling her gaze staring at herself. From the beginning, it seemed like a long time ago from the moment of the "catastrophe."

Standing on recoil, Siloe heard a familiar voice somewhere at that moment.

It was like a whisper from someone heralding an encounter.