Real Cheat Online

Having gained the name of the new title, Prince of Disaster, I move on to the back of the dungeon, paying close attention to trouble that I don't know when I'm going to get down.

"Oui total. What's it like?"

Shinji's voice comes through the cave from behind.

"It's okay. You can come."

After being a little late for my voice, Shinji sent me a voice from Shinji to say yes again.

The Prince of Disaster, there is certainly a reason for me to be one person ahead like this. In a nutshell, it's a stone-cold operation.

Throw stones ahead. Proceed with peace of mind if nothing. If anything reacts, proceed with caution. Just that.

But the problem is that I play the role of stone. I can't solve it.

"I thought it was time to come - maybe not."

What do you expect from me?

"Please - Prince of Disaster"

"I hope so, Prince."

"Good luck, Prince"

... these guys.

"Um, I think I can say Prince."

Long live Prince. If I were a prince, Mr. Aoi would be the princess of Love & Peace stars. Two people who were young and vowed to love each other. But the fate of time imposes a test on those two men, whose country has evolved from trivial trouble to war. But the love of the prince and the princess still did not change. Eventually the two led the war to an end with the power of love, and then married safely -

"Oh, there's some new door. Let's go."

Whenever, wherever, happiness comes to an end. Even in a paranoid world, that's no exception.

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When I opened the door, it was a baseball field there.

I'll say it again because it's important. It was a baseball field.

Huh!?

My heart screams seem to be shared by everyone here, and they all point their eyes at each other uniformly.

"Hey, did you bug this game? How could he be in the basement of a cave, on a baseball field where we suddenly spread beneath the blue sky?

You know, I want to know.

"This... I've seen it on my bulletin board"

A boulder nettle princess. Is the information network perfect?

"This is probably a special field dedicated to events. I think it's a completely different place than that dungeon anymore."

When I opened the status screen to check the location, it did say that the location information was unknown there.

"So, assuming you're right about that, I think it feels like we can play some kind of sport here and get some fancy prizes if we win"

Ho, that's interesting. It would definitely be baseball when it comes to the sport we do in this place. Now I'd be surprised if they said rugby or something. Well, I'll do it.

"So you're saying we can just wait for the enemy to come out?

"I think so, but it's baseball to do it as it is, isn't it? What are we gonna do with the numbers?

In return for me, Shinji returns a hazy look. This guy, you didn't notice.

"Oh, that's probably okay too."

"Oh, what do you mean -"

My words blocked trying to ascertain the sincerity of Snow Princess.

by birdmen who accidentally descended from the sky.

"... what the hell, alle"

The words that came out of Shinji, a pocan expression, represented the feelings of everyone on this occasion.

And if they say what I am, I just have to answer:

He said he was a birdie.

Even if you're wearing a baseball uniform, with all nine (?) warriors, and all you can see is a bat and a glove on that hand, we have no choice but to answer like this.

"You're a bird man."

"No, but it's..."

Put out a wide spread hand on the front of Shinji's face trying to utter two sentences. And I silently urge Shinji not to say anything more with a serious, really serious face.

Even if this is Fukuoka and those warriors look like that team you love, don't ever say anything more. The moment you say that, our defeat will be decided. Mostly for the reasons of the great ones.

"Good for you. We've come this far, warriors."

"Talked..."

Of course I did, but of course I was relieved. On the day that this was the first sound of cockerel, this evening's dinner would have been a decision for the grilled chicken.

"Let's have the right to compete in sports with us on the rewards that have made it this far"

Until this point, Snow Princess unfolded as she said. But the problem is after this.

'And what a baseball the event is!

I suffer from understanding what's "what," but the other guy is a bird. I'm sure his brain is a bird, too.

"Mm-hmm? But you... there are only six of you! Oh, my God, this is ridiculous!

... you know.

"I have no choice... I'll give you a special chance"

A bird human speaking at the head of one earlier tells us in an even more greatly flustered position.

"I will summon three special people you know here. Tell me the name of whoever you want to call. '

This... does this mean you can call your friend a helper? But when you say friend you can call me...

What floats behind my brain is Colonel Amazones, a monk who hits a perverted gentleman belonging to a top guild, a walking heartless, muscle Dharma Corporal. They all seem impeccable as a force of war, but the number 3 bothers me.

This is a calculation that leaves one extra person. And the spiciness is more understandable to me than I need to be, having always acted as an "extra person" for excursions and school trip squad arrangements.

But then, who else... yes. Snow Princess would have a lot of friends. Let's ask her first.

"Snow Princess, does anyone have a friend who seems to be good at baseball?

"Uh-huh... at times like this, people will get the wrong idea and the rest will get hard."

Pass, pass. This is a bad pattern. I don't know why I couldn't predict this flow.

But I still have company I can count on.

"What about the leaf? Is anybody there?

"I'm here... to be my classmate... the"

"Sorry total. Me and Leaf don't have anyone to talk to right now."

Shinji, who sensed something, puts words on Tsui, who looks sorry. I guess that somehow, too, avoids any further words.

Perhaps that classmate means me...

Squidward. Don't make it dark. It depresses Mr. Cui unnecessarily.

"What about blue? Anyone want a voice?

"Uh-huh... I'm also especially good at baseball..."

Nothing. I didn't have to be good at baseball... No, let's not do this any more. I feel like a snake, though.

"You can't decide what's inside."

"Mr. Soo? Am I through?

It's through. If there's any more perverts, my scratch capacity will definitely burst.

"Oh, someone I'd like to speak to for a moment, I just came up with three. May I have a moment, please?

Everyone responds to my words with a smile on their face. Only Mr. Mop has a blushing grin on his cheek for being ignored by me, but I can't deal with that any more because of his mental health problems.

And open.

The system window and a list of friends that are still empty.

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"Whew!? Oh... I could really come."

When the stadium mount glowed, Mr. Smith suddenly appeared from there.

"Long time no see, Mr. Smith. Thanks in the meantime."

"Oh Soo, sir. How are the guns and bullets I gave you during this time?

"It's perfect. But that bullet is a little too much."

"Ha ha, I didn't know I could hear that line from you. I guess I win this time."

Nearly two times than me, talking to an elderly man, Mr. Smith, he stopped by with the look of Shinji and Mr. Cui hearing something.

I knew what words would come out of that mouth, and I'd introduce Mr. Smith ahead of them.

"Everyone, I'll introduce you. Mr. Smith, an arms maker I met in Nagasaki."

I've been with Mr. Smith personally ever since I cleared Nagasaki. It's just that Mr. Smith's bullets and guns don't pay much attention to the production costs and versatility of demon modification, so I think he's become my exclusive craftsman these days.

"Whoa, you've been going on. Mr. Smith, after we get all the people who are coming now."

If you shifted your gaze to the glowing mount again, there was Hanzo, a blacksmith specializing in blades, and Sakura, his wife and cook.

"Then again, shall we introduce ourselves and go with everyone"