Reworld•Frontier-Saijakuni Shite Saikyou no Shien Jutsu Shiki Tsukai [Enhancer]

Floating Island Float Rise.

A giant tower stretching from the middle of it towards the sky, that's the ruin here (Relics) - "Lunatic Babel".

This tower, the heritage of ancient civilization, stretches itself towards the moon, as its name suggests.

According to what I heard, the tower has reached the moon - a huge object floating in the sky - to its surface.

Of course, though I don't know if it's a lie or a truth.

Others, in fact, didn't arrive until the moon and were orbital elevators and spaceports - and so on. Actually, the moon doesn't matter, when you get to the top, it leads to another world, where eternal happiness is the promised ultra-luxury pure earth - or something.

There are various theories. But in the end, no one knows the truth.

No one has ever known the truth since long ago, when our ancestors activated the tower's security system and lost all information from civilization to civilization in the ensuing 'End War'.

It's not unusual.

These ruins are dotted all over the world.

The Chiatik Gavan I've been with is one of them. [M] Others include Crystal Hall, Chocolate Mountain and Dragon Forest - this heritage world is full of mysteries.

So we explorers explore.

I still don't see it, nobody knows it, to get the truth of the world in my hands.

To expose the secrets of this world.

... Oh, my God.

"So this is Lunatic Babel."

Coming with Ham to the heart of the floating city of Float Rise, I pointed to the tower soaring heavenly with my right hand.

"Hmm, is it still here? I knew it right away because I was the most visible."

Ham, who hides completely from head to toe with a gray coat, looks up at Lunatic Babel with his jaw raised from the shadow of the hood's making.

I stood in line when I left "Chamosica's Leg Pavilion". Okay, but the ham is pretty small. Maybe 30 cents smaller than me at 160 cents. After all, I wonder if you're much younger than me, who turns sixteen this year.

Maybe around ten? Going for Explorer at that age also feels a little early. But as I said, the circumstances are different. I'm going to stop prying extra.

There's not one cloud - well, basically because the float rise is flying higher than the cloud - but in the ether, it was stretched out so that Lunatic Babel, a huge building, could be sucked in. There is no way I can see a tip that I don't know how many kilotols away the hell it is, but on the other side of the vanishing point of the blue sky.

"Big..."

I agree with Ham, who groans softly as he looks up at the sky, in the same position.

"Hey......"

I think every time I come close and see this overwhelming figure.

From this floating island, is Lunatic Babel stretching to the moon? also wondered if this floating island is the one hanging from the moon by Lunatic Babel... That's as much of a tower as it is, this one.

Anyway, Lunatic Babel is about a kilotre in diameter. So the area of one floor is about 0,75 square kilotols. The constituents are 'soft and strong metals' that are non-reproducible in modern times, and this is a ton of demonstrable minerals that absorb any distortion or impact. Investigations into its nature and composition are ongoing, but they still don't know how the same thing can be purified.

An overgrown tower, arguably the crystal of ancient wisdom. If this is really connected to the moon that floats in the sky, how could an old man have made something like this? From me living in the modern age, making such a giant thing just to get to the moon is completely out of comprehension.

And, if you were looking up at the tower and thinking,

"Oh, my goodness. What the hell is that?

"Arre?"

Ham asked me a question, so I turn to those her fingertips indicate.

There was a group of people kneeling and drooling their heads toward Lunatic Babel. Hundreds of young and old men are all here, casting something of a spell on their mouths.

"Oh, that's right."

I'm good at it. I did wonder what it was like the first time I saw it, too.

"I'm from a religious community that's unique to this land. I'm not sure about the details, but it looks like I worship this Lunatic Babel as a god anyway"

"God...? This building, huh?

Ham's voice seems a little surprised by the wind that there was no such idea. The pale and gold in the hood puffs.

"It's not unusual, is it? The ruins are mostly ancillary. Some organizations hold ancient civilizations, or the ancients themselves, sacred. In that case, it seems that ruins often worship as idols of God"

"Hmm..."

"And in some parts of the world, they say 'god of the living', and they worship living people as gods."

When I showed off such miscellaneous stuff, Ham blurted and

"... a man cannot be a god..."

and said so in a really small voice. Maybe if I didn't hear it wrong.

……

As I tilted my little neck, Ham changed his voice as if to blow away the whining earlier,

"- Oh, come on. Before entering this tower, will the concubine and the concubine combine with the [switch]?

All of a sudden, I snort in a panic.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, right."

I inspired the "SEAL" engraved on my body, embodying a switch that had zero mass, or only information, by means of the Nothingness (Ginnungagap) protocol.

The Nothingness Protocol is a must for a race that must carry all sorts of tools, like us Explorers. How much do we thank the developers if not enough?

Incidentally, the weapons and protective equipment worn in "Chamosica's Leg Pavilion" are now compressed by the Nothingness Protocol as well. Because in places like there where we recruit people, it's an implicit understanding that we all get the equipment right when exploring to make it easier for us to understand who we are and what we are.

"Hmm... is this the switch"

"That's right. Now we can automate a common protocol between me and you."

Now, what I want to take out is a switch for a combination that even poor people like me can manage to buy. It is about the size of a coin and very light. In a white oval, a blue glowing line runs. Show the ham with that shaped switch on your right palm.

"Well, try touching this"

And let me touch the index finger on the switch first. [M]

"Hmm. Not like this."

Ham nodded, putting his small hand out of his coat and touching the switch slightly with his thin fingertips.

As soon as possible, I see an AR message in my field of view called 'Start of line'. This will create a common protocol that can only be used between me and Ham and will interconnect the two SEALs. Because common protocols are based on each other's genetic information and irreversibly encrypted, no one can disguise this. It's fully secure.

- Although.

The message remains' Start of Wiring 'and does not become' In Wiring (Linkage) 'for the next phase. The reason for this is:

"... that? Ham, the port isn't open, is it?

"Port?"

A girl in a jacket who tips her little neck against me in amazement.

Uh, right. I'm a beginner.

Think back in your head and I'll explain.

"Well... we talked about how we need a protocol that we can share with each other in order to interact with each other in recovery, support, and other information, right?

"Uhm. I'll remember that. Is that the switch that automatically creates that protocol? So, for a large party, that becomes the router. What do you say?"

"Yeah, right. So, it's important from here... So why do we need switches and routers - our" SEAL "is basically all ports closed for security. So once we've created a common protocol with the switch, now we have to open a port dedicated to it."

Shh...?

"Oh, speaking of which, where you lived, did you say" engraved (tattoo) "? If so... does the port mean" chakra "?

"Well, chakra. I see... I thought so earlier, but you know more about the cultures of other countries?

"Oh, me, because I've been falling over there since I was a little girl at my parents' convenience"

"Hmmm... I'm convinced. Okay, let's open the chakra. Now, teach me how to do it."

"haha......"

I'm a dry, bitter laugh at the ham I take for granted.

Could this girl be some royalty? - Oh, my God, Ham didn't know the world enough to think like that, and for some reason his attitude was magnificent. I'm hiding my face, I'm laying down some of my name, and it's like I'm running away from something...

... No way?

An unexpectedly unpleasant feeling came away and my spine relaxed. When I shook my head in a hurry and shook off the idea, I began to explain myself to Ham.

The interconnection was successfully completed in less than one minit, and an AR message is displayed in my vision - also in Ham's vision - saying 'In Wiring (Linkage)'.

Now we're clear and combined. [M]

Let's go, then.

"Uhm."

When we looked at each other and nodded at each other, we all walked out to Lunatic Babel.

Dive through a huge metal gate and into the tower.

The bulkhead that was blocking the entrance and exit seems to have been unlocked long ago and has remained open here ever since.

An endless thank you to our great forefathers.

Thanks to this, Ham and I were able to set foot on one level of the tower without any difficulty.

"It's wide."

"That's right. I was stunned when I first came in, too."

Lunatic Babel has a wide tier.

It's probably the space that used to be the lobby. The atmosphere is very similar to the airport you stopped at when you came to this floating island float rise. The ceiling is high and I don't know where it's lighting from, but it's natural and bright inside.

One level of this tower has a blow-out structure where you can ascend to two levels on the stairs there.

In the middle of a pure white circular floor, a giant elevator shaft. Fifteen elevators were enclosed, which is sucked into a hole in the ceiling, which is 10 melts overhead. Maybe this is the orbital elevator that arrives to the moon.

Currently, this Lunatic Babel is trampled to the 196 hierarchy. That's where the security lock is unlocked, so it's possible to go straight in the central elevator.

But that's [the front line] if you say so. Wrong is not the place to take a beginner like a ham.

So,

"In the meantime, do you want to go from three levels?

and propose to Ham.

The SB (security bot) that comes out is weak if you are on the lower level, and more importantly, you can teach the ham a lot through practice. Besides, the more she's capable - you'll also know what kind of aptitude she has.

Well, it's connected by a switch, so it's probably the quickest way to send a status check request to Ham's "SEAL". That way, SEAL will automatically return her profile information. But - I think it's a manners violation on a boulder to do that in the current relationship.

- But I'm sure! We need to teach you a lot of things today and get to know each other better than we do now! And to my friends......!

Ham looked around at Kyoro Kyoro and his surroundings,

"Hmm...... hey, you're welcome. I heard that there are fierce monsters in sites like this, but they're not here?

"Oh, here, we're treating one and two floors like that so they can't come down. So if you go to the third tier, you'll come out of Ujauja."

Ham laughs at his mouth, kufu.

"Hmm, well. So, as you suggested, let's go to the third tier."

In somewhat delightful condition, Ham walked out for a staircase nearby. Karan, Cologne, and every time she takes a step forward, a mild noise rings from her feet. Ever since I left the store. I couldn't see it hidden in my coat, but at least I was only certain that I wasn't wearing boots or sneakers.

My ham and I left a lot slower than the rest of the clusters and party people. So right now, I don't see any other explorers in this vast space. Maybe most people have SB exorcisms in more than a hundred tiers of area.

In a vast space, we walked for three levels of relaxation, only with the sound of Karan, Cologne, ringing from the feet of the ham, and the footsteps of my Combat Boots on the road.

Apparently, there were other people besides hams who were novices or rushing out.

Climbing up the stairs and opening the three-tier door, what a forerunner there was.

Besides, I'm in battle with SB.

"-" Flame Javelin "!

A lovely girl's voice voices voice-activates the surgical ceremony (app).

When I saw it, one of the five-person parties had his hands on a flock of SB (Security Bot) "Lesser Wolves" who would appear on these three levels.

The girl's face, arms and other body surfaces have a "geometric pattern -" Photon Blood "glowing bright red - which is a testament to SEAL's excitement.

In the blink of an eye, just ahead of those hands, the surgical icon appeared.

Mark of a spear with a flame on the tip, painted with a red glowing line.

"Ah, big..."

My thoughts came to my mouth unexpectedly.

The icon displayed at the end of the girl's palm was large enough to make the mark visible even from me a little further away. It has a diameter of more than one melt.

It's only for a moment that the crimson icon turns into a real burning spear.

She took it in a row.

"Flame Javelin! Flame Javelin! Flame Javelin!

A total of four icons appear overlapping, turning them into spears of flame and striking a herd of Lesser Wolves as the arrows unleashed.

Four spears shaped by flames about two meltles in length pierced four lesser wolves brilliantly without overaiming.

"PYRRRRYYYYYY!"

The SB that appears in this tower doesn't make the same noise as it looks. It is common to scatter unintelligible electronic sounds.

The girl's shooting out, Flame Javelin, took away Lesser Wolf's endurance once and for all and drove her to a standstill (shutdown). The four SBs that had materialized in the information embodied protocol lose and extinguish the power to manifest themselves in reality.

What remains is a component - a small sphere with built-in information embodied protocols - that glows blue and white, a nucleus that was making SB present.

Components, as if they were the very souls of Lesser Wolf, fly to be sucked into the girl who accidentally defeated herself, wondering if she had once floated in the universe.

I hit her around the chest and, uh, bounced off and disappeared.

It was absorbed by the girl's "SEAL." The embodied component, which is a lost technology (Lost Techno), is one of Explorer's industries because of its various uses.

"All right, we'll kick the rest!

'Whoa!'

When the party's leader seemingly man issued the decree, the members jumped simultaneously to the remaining Lesser Wolf according to the order.

Watching you fight, it's hard to work together and there's no danger.

To deduce, a party with experience elsewhere recently came to this Lunatic Babel, and it feels like an arm's test is taking place on three levels.

"What do you mean, big?

Ham question we were watching together next door. It must be in response to my earlier statement. [M]

"Look, the icon that that kid just put out. It was lighter than a melt, wasn't it? The size of the icon is proportional to the size of the surgery (Alterforce), so I thought it was amazing."

"Hmmm... by icon you mean the earlier crest?

"Yeah, well, that's what some people call it. When the procedure is activated, it always becomes large and small."

Ha? Does the fact that Ham doesn't know about the icon mean he's never used a surgical formula?

"Well... I thought the concubine was talking about her breasts."

"- What!?

Suddenly I was told something unexpected, so my voice was accidentally turned upside down.

If you ask me to review it, I did have a pretty good breast feeding, the girl I just had.

"- Oh, chi, no! Because it's really not! Because I'm not such a muzzle squirrel! - Oh, I like the little ones too!?

I also rush to mix body language and deny it.

Then, from behind the gray hood, the eyes of pale and gold stared back at me in frivolity.

- Ugh... could have been a lot of silence...

"Come on, it looks like we're done fighting over there, and I think we should go find an SB too!

I said that out loud to deceive, and I stood first and walked out.

"Hey, where are you? Like Lesser Wolf earlier, yes, would you like to be there?

I go down the white hallway about five melts wide to see if the flicker and the ham behind me are following me properly.

Unlike a natural dungeon like the Chiatic Caban I was in front of, the Lunatic Babel is an artificial building. Thus, although vast, the structure is still simple.

Plus, most hierarchies have the same structure, so once you remember the map, you don't have to worry about getting lost.

Ultimately, me and Ham, who moved from the south side to the west area that came in, rarely (?) I met SB.

Red Hound, a hound with red hair.

This guy, like Lesser Wolf, shows up in a herd.

A total of sixteen red demon dogs emerged before us, neglected from a space of nothing.

"PYYYYRRRRRYYYY!"

Redhounds ringing simultaneously with a tall electronic sound, not gawd, or bawbawd, or anything. Lunatic Babel's SB is hard to do because this is it. Somehow, I feel a subtle sense of urgency.

"You're out... uh, so I'll show you a sample, so will Ham watch there?

I pulled out the "White Imperial Silver Tiger" side of my grandfather's figure, which had a knife on my left hip. The abbreviation "White Tiger" is my melee subwepon. Of course, the main wepon is the long roll "Black Emperor Steel Xuan" on the back, abbreviated as "Black Xuan", but if it's a red-hound opponent, the white tiger should be enough.

The white tiger is a slightly rare sideline with a pure white body about 40 centimeters across the blade. It's the shape my grandfather used so much that he was the same explorer as I was, and the potential I had for that is tremendous - it seems. Unfortunately, in my skill, I am not yet able to fully extract its performance.

I can't.

"- Ha!"

Leaps from the first step towards a herd of redhounds. He crushed my distance in three steps, which was about five meltles, and took the enemy.

I had to go through the right of one red-hound that was at the shortest distance, flashing straight across the white tiger.

"PUUYYYYYYY!"

Light response like breaking the cloth, at the same time, the electronic sound of the disconnector.

The red hound, torn from the left shoulder to the back leg, disappears to dissolve into the atmosphere, leaving only the blue and white components.

Fluffy little light spheres are automatically retrieved into my "SEAL", so let them go now.

"Yo! Ha! Here! Take it!

I don't stop, I pack my distance towards my nearest prey and wave a white tiger in a row. The pure white blade does not suffer any slight resistance, and the SB is slashed and discarded.

"PRUUUYY!"

"PYYYY!"

"PRYYYYYYYYY!"

"PYYYYRRRRRRYYYY!"

As I sewed between the redhounds to dance, I regressed four SBs to components without thirty seconds.

This is right. I still can't perfectly pull out the White Tiger's performance, but the sharpness of this pure white sidebar is still too much.

Thank you, grandfather. It's very helpful.

"PRRRRRYY!"

The Redhounds, spared from my first move, enter the battlefield as they do now. Would a real dog have even roared? Simultaneously, he lays a fierce wrinkle on his nose, laying low and staring at me.

Suddenly the two left and right jumped at the same time. Perfect movement as if you breathed together. As it is, I get bitten from both sides at the same time.

But I don't panic. I am a solo explorer for 10,000 years. [M] I am accustomed to such a phase.

White tiger on your right, to your left. Pinned left hand with index finger extended to the right. With my arms crossed in front of my chest, I voice-activated the attack ceremony.

"Freibom!

"SEAL" in the body excites. Deep purple, radiant Photon Blood runs with a geometric pattern on my skin.

At the tip of his left index finger, a small icon was lit with candle flames. A design of exploding flames, painted in purple blue Photon Blood.

A right-hand white tiger sticks out to his left side, in the mouth of the red hound that attacked him - a bush pierced the back of his throat.

Moment after moment, a thin ray of light extends from the left index finger icon to determine the attack coordinates, aiming at the red hound that jumps from the right side.

Don! And his head burst.

"- Huh!"

Confirm the hit of "Freibom" only with vibration that transmits to the skin, not the eyes. While I pull my left arm back, I use the recoil to twist my body and add momentum to my right arm.

He stepped hard on his left foot and twisted a no-push thrust into the redhound, which was pierced by a white tiger's throat.

"P -!?"

The power of the helix penetrates Redhound's body all at once through the White Tiger. There was a consistent response for each component that was the nucleus.

Shit, I think in a corner of my head, pulling my right arm out of the red-hound shadow that fades and disappears, and I retreat to the ham once.

An overkill attack on the SB, or a direct attack on a component that is both the core and the greatest weakness of existence, is one of your degrees of justice for Explorer.

Because our basic purpose is to recover the components. More importantly, the information embodied component is the source of the Explorer's income, the daily food.

Therefore, the only way to hurt and destroy it is to make money from bone breaks. He said he fought for his life, but he didn't come in, he didn't deserve to risk it.

Nevertheless, it is also something that often happens if you dive into the ruins. It's not enough to regret for a long time.

I went back to the side of the ham with the white tiger's cut on the red-hound.

"Um... is this what it looks like? How's it going?

"Uhm."

It was a perfectly normal reply. I accidentally forget to be alert to SB and turn a blind eye to Ham, who snorts like nothing.

"The point is, should we get rid of them?

The girl in the coat flattened out a dialogue that was not something the beginner would say.

"Heh...?

That's true, though.

Explore is dangerous because it's not easy to do.

So we're all partying, forming clusters.

I don't know how much Redhound is a junior SB, but a beginner suddenly takes on nine bodies left...

"Stay back a little."

It should be difficult.

Ham, who doesn't even know what's inside of me, came forward in a move that seemed arrogant.

In front of me, who can only stare at my back flashly, she offers her right hand out of the gap in her coat, pointing her palms towards a herd of redhounds.

"Oh, hey, hey... ha, ham?

I don't know what that means. What are you going to do? If the Redhounds hit us all in unison, it's tough to follow all of them on the boulder.

"Live in the atmosphere, spirits, and answer my call."

As he chanted in good spirits, Ham unleashed the word - no, [the Spirit].

……

Reflectively, I huffed. [M]

I haven't heard it in a while. The caged voice of the Spirit. Chanting as a prep, performed to activate complex and hectic surgical ceremonies. It doesn't use cache memory, the old way.

Do not stand in the way of chanting. When I was little, my grandmother taught me that many times. That conditional reflex prevented me from speaking to the ham.

"Turn it into a demon spear that runs through the forest and pour it on my enemies."

I can see the intense spirit of the word spinning from the lips of the ham. Surgical power that can be felt by touching your hands, pounding from your little body.

From the gap in his jacket, he could see a light Photon Blood glow leaking out.

At first I thought it was pink. But if you look closely, the purple - smeared color - is infinitely close to pink. Photon Blood's color indicates pedigree, so maybe she and I are distant relatives.

- By the way, I said earlier that the size of the surgical icon is proportional to the strength of the surgical force. This already means as words say, only for the amount of surgical power that is caged in the surgical ceremony, the icon increases its diameter.

Strength of surgery is the same as muscle strength and intelligence, and can be enhanced with effort to some extent, but ultimately talent says things after all.

For example, I put a small icon on my left index finger earlier. Truth be told, I can be almost at full strength with that one. I am not talented enough for the strength of my powers. [M] This is why he has mainly acquired a supportive technique whose strength of surgery is not very relevant. That "Freibom" earlier, 'cause if it had been used by the girl I saw when I came to these three levels, it would have been more powerful.

Incidentally, the biggest icon size on the record is said to be over 300 melts. It's almost a hundred years old world record.

More to the point, this Lunatic Babel averages around five melts per layer of height. Of course there are layers of exceptions, but basically you can have them think of one layer as being about that tall.

Currently, the best layer of security open is the 196 hierarchy.

In simple calculations, 980 melts from the ground - about a kilotre above, the hierarchy will be located.

I'm sorry for the long foreground. I mean, what do I have to say?

Incredibly, the smeared glow emitted by the ham icon was apparently also witnessed in its 196 hierarchy.

"Heavenly Sword Spear Tooth."

The wind blew.

- I think it is.

What happened in front of me was outrageous, and my head refused to understand immediately.

I was seeing outside.

He said he was inside the Lunatic Babel, but he had a view outside.

The view of the floating city float rise from a slightly higher point.

I mean, in short - the wall of Lunatic Babel was smashed through.

The outer wall, made of that 'soft and strong metal', was said to be indestructible because it would disperse and accept any impact.

Of course, the hallway that was in front of it and the herd of redhounds had disappeared collectively.

――――

Again, the wind is blowing.

But the flow is headwind. The atmosphere pouring in from the giant wind pit is blowing towards Ham and me. Pretty windy.

The coat that was wrapped around the ham rose, gabbling, and rolled up in the wind.

The blown coat hit my face as it was, and my vision stained black.

"-Wop!?

I was suddenly shaken up and I hurried to remove my coat.

I saw a very beautiful creature.

A little girl was turning this way.

Keep the golden heterochromia with its right eye pale like the sea and its left eye yellow balls.

The silver hair cut together around the shoulders is shiny enough to shine a rainbow glow in the sun. A silver-chain circle with gold decorations wrapped around a small head.

For a ceramic white skin, Smiley Photon Blood runs in a geometric pattern.

What I was wearing under my coat was a somewhat unusual ethnic costume - a garment called 'kimono'. The light purple tone was scattered with luxurious modifications, which were modified in miniskirt style. I knew my feet were in white foot pockets and lacquered puffy waste.

The hands and feet that extend from the sleeves and hem of the clothes are thin, small and...

I mean, in a nutshell, he was so cute.

I laugh like a cat with a tiny mouth.

"I don't know, you know. Would a concubine be quite something, too?

That said, heh, and the voice of the girl laughing invincibly was that of the ham, no matter what I heard.

"-Ha, ham...?

My call, which I answered unexpectedly, had turned my voice around as much as I could.

At this time, I didn't understand exactly what the hell was going on.

Ham's ability to operate was far beyond the world record. What type of procedure did you activate?

And it's also about what she is.

I just didn't get it.

I just saw it.

When the strong wind struck again, the hem of the miniskirt style kimono worn by the ham rose vigorously and exposed what was hidden inside.

It was a substitute for classic pants. If my memory were certain, it would not only have been for men, but also for women. Although it is very rare.

But it's the same smeary color as her Photon Blood, which is only prevalent in some areas. Yes, it's called the 'Far East', only in the peripheral region.

So I just saw it and realized where she came from.

Classic pants - it's called "Fundo."