I Got a Cheat and Moved to Another World, so I Want to Live as I Like

Wake up and get half a body out of bed.

Morning light plunges through the window curtain clearance and randomly reflects on the slightest dust rising from the futon.

It was as if the sword of light stood obliquely.

My heart was quiet.

Yesterday's experience in action was, last night, still falling apart within me.

No matter how worried I thought about how I could be strong and how I could win, I couldn't give an answer.

I felt that it was now organized and integrated within me and had an overall view of how to fight.

Otherwise, he was given the perspective of suddenly seeing the town he had lived in from a height of 100 m, and he said, "Oh, this is what the town I lived in looked like," which feels like understanding.

"What the hell is this..."

See both hands flat. Nothing unusual.

but I realized for no reason that I was stronger.

Speaking of which, I've heard.

Pack your knowledge in the cucumber and think so much that there is smoke. And when you fall asleep, sometimes, when you wake up, you get answers you never got before.

Perhaps piecemeal knowledge tied to assumptions frees them from that bondage by sleeping, and knowledge freely tries combinations with each other.

and eventually combine in the optimal form to give answers in the form of understanding.

I wonder if that is such a phenomenon.

"Yikes!... Yikes!

Exit the Inn and head to the Merchant Guild.

It's for work.

When it comes to work, I just sell potions.

Sell all F- and E-rank potions in the bag.

The price was roughly the same as Landburn's Merchant Guild.

I am not dissatisfied at all.

Eat as much as you like, stay somewhere not bad, and go to the whorehouse until you feel comfortable.

And I'm not crippled with travel expenses either.

From the point of view of Shirai's subjects, it's a very luxurious life.

Besides, I'm not undoing my savings.

You live like this, but the money's on the side.

Again, zero ex-handed is the factor.

Instead, gathering information and finding out that making potions absolutely requires materials, tools and time, in addition to the knowledge, skill and magic of the pharmacist.

Arrange expensive tools, purchase ingredients, and carefully create your own magic.

The time it takes is a few weeks at the E rank, and when it comes to the D rank, it no longer seems to be in the realm of liquor making.

Not at all, not like you can do instantly when you think about it.

They don't exist such magic.

Anyway, I want to do something about this gratitude.

If it is also the temple where the statue of the stone is festived, it may be that we go to pray.

I'm in the lobby of El Saille now.

Merchant guild, Awok sightseeing, dining, and whorehouses. As usual.

At the chicks, yesterday's speed fighter found me,

"Oh, here we go again."

And, after a bit of rounding his eyes, he's laughing invincibly and inviting me.

Fine. That invitation, I'll give you a ride.

I nominated her and went to the battlefield.

She is surprised.

I bounced all her attacks with plenty of room and even fought back.

The counterattack was just recirculated, but seemed enough to blow her room.

The expression changes. Looks like I'm serious.

From there it was a complete mutual battle.

Aspects are exactly like fencing.

Poke at each other, pay, fight back.

Each poke splashes each other's sweat. I'm already surprised by the sweat on both sides.

Yesterday I was hit as good as her feint, though I remained in the lead. Not today.

At one point, I took the lead and also took a painful blow from the feint.

After all, I couldn't decide to win or lose until the end, but I'm fully satisfied.

It seems the same goes for her, and when she broke up, she smiled and vowed to rematch each other.

I'm back from the battlefield to the lobby, sitting back in my chair, drinking a drink like lemon juice.

The glass floats with ice, the throat is cold and sweet. A hint of bitterness seems to soothe the fatigue.

When you take a drink, you get up and head to the chick stand again.

I came here to fight.

And I can still fight.

Then we'll just fight.

On the chicks, there was a villain's warrant.

Stunning blonde vertical roll.

Meet me in the eye.

She raised her chin quickly, looked at me as she looked down, and smiled scornfully as she gently hid her mouth.

Here comes the zook.

We have to fight.

Miss Villain Warrant must be punished.

Yes, the engagement is broken.

Immediately, I nominated her.

Let's start with the results.

Miss Villain Warrant was weak.

I broke through her luxurious, soft defense with ease and took the down with one blow.

Just a villain and a warrant lady, claiming that those are slips, not downs, and never trying to admit downs.

My touch was definitely a downhand, but if we talk about it here and use our time, it's the pot she thinks.

Probably buying time to recover.

I flirt with her using footwork because the damage hasn't healed out.

And where he collapses, he shows off a massive attack.

When she realized she would not let her eyes close and she concentrated on protecting her body.

But I'm not gonna let go of that big dozen. Because it's a feint.

Questioning a dozen unreleased dozens, she opens her eyelids slightly and asks how I am.

I give up this dozen dozen because she hardened her protection... pretend.

The moment she loosens her guard, my full upper cut bursts from an unexpected angle.

The raised body rises and falls. It's a complete down.

Perhaps consciousness is also mostly flying, but instincts alone get you up and put a fighting pose in the corner on your back. My knees are cranky.

I will burst my Special Attack in order to completely decide the battle.

Dempsey Roll.

The body swings loudly to depict the ∞ orbit and uses its recoil to release intense blows in a row.

That rotation adds more and more speed, and she gets caught in a continuous storm of hitting coming from left to right.

Maybe he's already unconscious.

But the streak won't allow her to go down.

I nailed it to the corner.

After the storm passed, she fell throbbing.

And during the time, I never got up.

I left the store for dinner at a nearby stall.

It's like an okonomiyaki with oysters closed in eggs. Clearly, it's good. I'm fine too.

Plus, it's rich in the minerals, zinc, that I need most right now.

By the way, why do I eat all the time in the street despite having money?

The reason for this is, of course, that it's easy, but delicious. Fits my mouth.

I don't eat much outside of the stalls, so maybe the proper store is better.

But in reality, the street food is delicious and I can't help it and I want to eat again! I'm just being honest with my desires.

This world looks Western European medieval, but because of its magic, the living environment is comfortable.

The toilet is washed in water, lots of clean, hot water comes out of the shower, and the bathtub is just full if you twist the karan.

Even at night, the pleasure district is bright, and the lighting in the inn is not dark.

I don't see any air conditioning, but the room temperature is well adjusted somehow.

Conversely, it is more comfortable over here because it is silent and the wind doesn't blow out and naturally doesn't smell like mold or anything.

Cold drinks, cold confectionery.

Is it also the magic of preservation? The ingredients are fresh, and even here in Awok, away from the sea, you can taste the glowing seafood.

Horses and carriages run all over town, but almost all of them are golems.

I don't cunt or piss. Yeah, all I hear is hooves and wheels.

It's quieter than the whole original world town filled with engine sounds, and the air is clear, and it doesn't smell like exhaust.

It just seems that the difference between rich and poor is intense.

I've come to this world and lived like a tourist in a relatively urban area, so maybe I'm just comfortable.

After finishing your meal, move to the square and sit on the bench.

And then, thinking hard, we see people coming and going in the sunset square.

I guess everyone has their own routine.

By contrast, I'm a traveler. It is basically disconnected from the everyday life of this town.

"Something like this, okay"

Feel the gentle passage of time.

I have nothing to worry about at work.

I am not worried about my health.

I haven't had any trouble with my life either.

And I'm doing whatever I want, as much as I want.

Gratitude swells rapidly in me.

(... thank you. Thank you very much)

I gave thanks to the unnamed stone statue for the gesture of the Virgin Mary who prayed.

Prayer also gradually calmed the feeling of swelling up and increased pressure.

And change your mind, think.

Landburn was fun. Here Awalk is fun too. Perhaps the king's capital will be more fun.

(Tomorrow, I think we should head to Wangdu)

Let's go to the carriage yard in the morning. If there's a flight to Wang Du and we can get seats, let's go.

I made up my mind.

And get up off the bench.

If you decide to leave tomorrow, you have to go. To Elsaille.

Elsaille is not bad.

On the last night of Awok, I don't want to pull the store off.

Play and defeat in El Saille today.

There will soon be another chance to come to this town.

You can go to the other stores at that time.

A few minutes later, I knocked over the door of Hersailles again.