The Sorcerer King of Destruction and the Golem of the Barbarian Queen

When I realized, I was standing right in the middle of nowhere in my damn nasty pajamas.

Drawn on a pyjama is like a yellow cat......

No, is this Tanuki?

Anyway, the pattern of the face of the yellow mysterious animal is printed narrowly. Long-sleeved pyjamas made of cheap blue fabric.

This is terrible.

Not a good bedding design worn by a very promising teenager.

Well, it's a pyjama I bought myself.

I bought it last week at a shopping mall in the neighborhood where it was a wagon sale. How little buyer was attached, almost as much discarded and put up for sale.

One of the reasons I bought it is, of course, the low price. But more than that, I can't get anyone to pick from you, you fucking scrupulous cat...... hmm? Is this a pig? Anyway, this animal seems so pitiful to me.

... but I want you to wait. I don't give a shit about the daisies in my pajamas.

The problem is that I'm standing on top of it.

I should have just slept in my own futon.

"Where the hell am I? Dream, is it...?

The sun already seems to be rising to much higher heights.

I stand in the center of a circularly open meadow in a tree of blue broadleaves.

To put it bluntly, round raw material surrounded by trees, right?

That said, this primitive is not even that broad in itself. diameter, well, 15 meters at most or there? One side is covered in all-you-can-stretch weeds.

I felt uncomfortable at my feet at the stage of checking my surroundings so far.

Only around my feet, it doesn't look like there's any grass.

My soles with barefoot feet without shoes either. Hilarious and cold.

This isn't dirt, it's concrete or stone.

I couldn't help but look down.

"Whoa, what is this!?"

I raised my voice slightly and accidentally.

What I was standing on was a stone floor as bright as blood.

Moreover, there was a mysterious circle of disastrous geometry.

The mysterious circle - about 150 cm in diameter or not.

The feeling I see is a magic formation or something.

Yes. Exactly, the Magic Formation.

I don't know the right name to call this wonder circle at my feet.

But no matter what this guy thinks, he's not a substitute for a fancy wizard full of dreams.

What would it be appropriate to describe this as? In other words, it is such a magical formation, seemingly obviously disastrous, of images that the cult denomination of satanic worship uses in sacrificial rituals.

With a red and black line that doesn't know what paint it is, a complex and strange text like a snake is stamped in a circle. Moreover, in that gap in the text, a more detailed pattern in millimeters fills in the margins but writes as much...

This stuff, assuming it's a hoax, should be pretty hard to just write.

I don't know, but I feel like the guy who wrote it's a snarky obsession. Frightened.

And me, why are you standing in this? It's so frightening.

Honestly, I only have a bad feeling about it.

Nevertheless, this situation in which I am currently placed...... The information is completely lacking.

Blah, I don't know anything but standing on top of a mysterious circle with a nasty pyjama.

Whatever this place is for the world in my dreams, I'll just have to get out of this stone circle anyway and see what's going on around me. There's no sign of anyone else.

Or I don't even want to stand on such a creepy object for a second.

If this is my dream, there's a good chance I'm going into the Sacrifice Route for the Resurrection of the Evil Gods.

I tried to take a step outside the circle.

Well, what is it? At this point, something like an invisible wall hit my toe.

wall, I don't know if the expression is appropriate.

A strong resistance, like a thick electrostatic membrane... Something like that inexplicable force field seems to surround me along the outer edge of the circle.

Oh, come on. Is this, like, locked up?

Give me a break, and I'll push the invisible wall in the palm of my hand.

- The next moment, lightly enough to clap out, the resistance in the palm of my hand was misty.

I lost my support. I bow forward and take a few steps straight on the stone floor. My body went out of the circle in a forward position.

As soon as possible, the smell of annoying grass spreads through the nostrils.

The sunlight plunged into his vision, and he fainted into a blue sky that seemed to fall out.

As if the breeze had just suddenly arisen, now I stroke my cheek.

Five senses cleared up all at once, as if coming from the surface of the water.

Apparently the invisible wall earlier was blocking the stimulus in the outside world...... I have no idea how this works at the moment, but I can't explain it without saying so.

At the same time, the presence of the air and the warmth of the sun obtained through the five senses that have become clear, and the too real feeling of grass touching the feet with a touch. All of them strongly suggest one possibility to me.

I mean, I don't know, but this doesn't sound like a dream...?

Well, whatever it is, it's good to be out there.

On an evil magic formation, wearing a nasty pyjama and no longer claustrophobic on the mysterious barrier is a state of mental spiciness, even if it is a joke. It is torture.

That state, in an hour or so, the limit comes, and I might cry.

There is, of course, confusion in this unexplained situation.

But honestly, at this point, I wasn't feeling so critical. There was no particular basis, and somehow I was thinking sweetly somewhere.

Whatever it is, it's so idyllic.

The sky is blue as it penetrates through.

The area is quiet, with no signs of people or beasts, and I can't even hear the birds chirping. Somehow, I feel like I'm the only creature here.

The sun was soft, the wind was even tender, and if I even closed my eyes to the evil magic formations, the atmosphere was even as if I had come for a picnic.

With such a relaxed sensation, I look out at the trees around me...

I stopped my gaze at one point.

The wooden trees that grow to surround the meadow are unnaturally interrupted at only one point.

What you see there is reddish rock skin.

There is one cavity in the rock skin that is flat and empty.

Whether it's a naturally made hole or an artificial hole, I don't know that.

It's dark in the hole, and I can't even see the back from here.

Just a pompous, empty black hole.

People, enough to get through alone, holes.

At this time, as if something had been switched on, there was a strange feeling coming up in my head.

A hole where one person can pass.

If you have to go through, you have to...?

Who's got to go through this? Am I...?

Suddenly, I was driven by a strong urge.

It's a terrible urge. You can no longer say thirst.

In there, I want in.

Reason...? I don't know. I can't explain this impulse at all myself.

But I can't take my eyes off that cave anymore.

For some reason, it was as if I couldn't think of any other option than to get into it.

I walk out towards the entrance to the cave.

A burning sensation of unidentified stomach.

Walk to the cave with quick feet, though, suppressing the urge to rush out unnecessarily.

10 meters to the entrance. I want to get inside quickly.

5 meters. Quickly, quickly inside.

2 meters. My legs snap in a hurry.

Four more steps. Three steps. Two steps.

One step. And I...

- I was in too much of a hurry to hit the entrance part of the hole with my pinky toe as much as I wanted.

Once upon a time a great man said that there are three good occasions in the world for a man to cry in his life.

First of all, when I lost my father.

Second, when you lose your mother.

... and the last third is when he hits his pinky toe in the corner of the tance.

"Uhhhhhhhhhh!!! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

I nodded to the ground, screamed, stunned.

Not at the corner of the cave, but at the corner of the cave.

Fast feet in a state of narrow field of view due to excitement. On top of that, the entrance to the cave is narrow enough for one person to get through. That'll bump my leg, too. Besides, I was barefoot.

There, I thought about it. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch! All I'm getting is tears.

After a moment of stuffiness, I got up, shaking slowly.

Yes, as if you were a newborn deer.

I'll see what's going on with the pinky toes on the rough feet.

It was painful to death, but it doesn't look like my bones are broken or anything.

Ha. I noticed a fuss here.

Until earlier, I was driven by that unspeakably intense urge to cave in, but when I try to recover from the damage to my pinky toes, that urge has somehow completely disappeared.

It's incredible. I wonder what the hell it was, that one just now.

I'm not that kind of person who always loves cave exploration more than three meals. Besides, cave fetishes like you cave in and get sexually excited, but I'm not turning you down.

But until now, I really felt as if caving was everything in my life.

…………

That's a nasty life. Glad to see you're back in sanity.

Just when I was safe and sane, I took a little peek at the cave through the entrance, the culprit who hit my pinky earlier.

It's dark and I'm not sure what's going on inside.

Oh, I can see the light leaking from the other side of the hole.

Looks like it was a tunnel. We can get through this.

There's quite a distance to the exit, but it doesn't seem that far.

Step back from there and look up again at the reddish rock skin with the cave.

Except for this tunnel, there's nothing in particular, vertical rock-skinned, in short, cliffs. There is also a degree to which you can lose your mind to climb the height. There will probably be more than 10 meters.

I just looked over to see what the width of the cliff was and realized for the first time.

This reddish cliff, it extends all the way to the side of your sight.

The cliff stretches all the way to the side as you draw a curve inside -

If you look closely, it surrounds the surrounding area in circles.

I mean, this unexplained place I'm in right now was in a basin surrounded by reddish cliffs and topographically isolated from the outside world.

No, you're not isolated. Shit, there's this tunnel. Perhaps this guy hits the communication corridor connecting the outside with the basin.

The total area in the basin feels like a Tokyo dome I've seen...... no, it's bigger than that.

I have more than a few Tokyo domes for sure. How many?

Um, I don't know. If you think calmly, I've never been to the Tokyo Dome. You don't know that. Why did you try to resemble the Tokyo Dome, me from the past?

... Anyway.

This is an almost true circular basin, surrounded by red brown cliffs, of a greater size than a few Tokyo domes. There is a bumpy little tunnel on the cliff when it leads out, and at its entrance, a barefoot man currently stands alone in a nasty pyjama.

There are no other signs of organisms. The air tastes good. The sky is clear and very beautiful.

This is the totality of the valuable information that has been discovered as a result of previous investigations.

After all, I haven't figured out why I'm here, the cause, or the countermeasures...

There are at least two options for action that I can take here.

One is a course that keeps going inside the tunnel and walks out to the other side. Well, we're going into a hole, so don't mean it's as planned for once. I'm sure I'd love to be in the past where you wanted to go so badly.

Another course is to go back to the magic team and look inside the basin again. Is this a priority for understanding the situation?

The structure in the tunnel is creepy because it's dark and I'm not sure. Nevertheless, when it comes to creepiness, even those in the magic regiment are quite creepy. Rather, I even feel like I'm pushing my limits over there when it comes to just visual creeps.

I mean, both of them. So both. What to do......

I got lost just a little bit, but I decided to go back to the original magic team.

I didn't have a particularly profound reason. I just wasn't checking the perimeter of the dull magic formation because I suddenly wanted to cave in earlier. There seems to be a lot of overlooks. I'm curious, and I'll take a look at it for once. It comes from feeling so light.

If you say you're just lost, you're really right.

What, essentially, this isn't really a big two. They're both the distance between the eyes and the nose. Which to look into first or later. It's just a matter of order.

That was supposed to happen.

I turned around and walked out toward the meadow of the magic formation.

Take it easy in the quiet woods.

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In this story that is going to be spinning, I will not be faced with many times, but with important choices that can also be considered the crossroads of fate.

The time of choice always comes abruptly.

But after looking back at it all, thinking about where the most serious branch of fate was… it was probably, “here”.

- I didn't go into the tunnel at this time, but somehow, I went back to the original with the magic formation.

Just, that's all.

There is no great reason there, no definite will.

But horribly, that's all was the only option allowed to open the beginning page of all the stories that follow this.

The gear of destiny twitched greatly, and began to rotate backwards.