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

One holiday, when the heavenly sky was high and the cool breeze began to blow, there was a knighthood ceremony in Wang Du.

A knight marches down the main street after being viewed by the king in the royal castle. Outside the main gate, there will also be simulated warfare between the knights.

A man-made golem that is 18 meters tall will run and fight. It was one of the most popular monuments in the kingdom, and every year it took place during this season, before the summer had passed and the fall harvest had begun.

Many tourists visited from outside the Wang capital, and the inns and squares were overflowing with tourists.

The marching knight's chest armor opens up and the pilot waves from inside to answer the audience along the way.

"It's a giant robot...!

Tauro was excited to see the marching knight as he was rubbed by the crowd.

It would be more impossible not to get excited. He loved this hand thing, and in middle school, he used to paint giant robots with original designs on his notebooks.

(That's a Western armored design. Samurai armored system or welded/riveted nostalgic system, but from a world view, is this the best)

Convince one person.

(I'd love to see the cockpit. Sensory tuning or lever system, no, just a handle operated type...)

That was shocking. And it doesn't fit into this world.

(Does it operate by itself? Or are we going to split up and ride in two places, head and chest?

So I laugh nasty.

(While steering on the chest, leave the troublesome support to the secretary who put it on the head. And when they do, they dissipate the secretary regardless of where they are. That setting is exciting)

Really good. That was a great idea.

I fantasize about where I became the pilot of a Duplex giant robot and distort my face to nasty.

"Whoa, isn't that Mr. Tauro!

You must have noticed it when you saw that nasty, warped face. A pilot I know called in.

While I was paranoid, I seemed to have been flushed by the crowd and come to the square.

The knights were on display in the square and the pilot watched the audience beside them.

"Hi, Mr. Cornell. Is that your job?"

Cornell is not a pilot belonging to a self-proclaimed Knights, as he calls out in the park during the day. He is a pilot of the Knights of the Clean Kingdom.

Why do you know such a high-status person?

That's because both Cornell and Tauro are regular whorehouses, and we started talking in the middle of a lot of meetings everywhere, and we were in the mood.

Before we knew each other, Cornell laid eyes and eyes on Tauro, who had two names: "Doctor Slime".

And Tauro was intrigued by Cornell, alias Skewered Whirlwind, in Tauro.

"Yeah, I'm acting as a companion today. Mr. Tauro, if you like, why don't you line up?"

With that said, Cornell smiles at the end of a long line.

Just for a moment, expecting a favor from someone I knew, I decided to line up with a little disappointment.

"I will definitely let you do that"

Cornell is smiling and nodding at me for answering.

There's no place to include it. Knights pilots don't let acquaintances get in line.

After taking plenty of time to line up, let me sit in the knight's cockpit. And with the manoeuvring of an accompanying pilot, the knight slowly, knelt or stood up.

It was only a few minutes, but it was a great experience.

After disembarking from the cockpit, shake Cornell's hand up and down with a gripping boom with less than two hands of excitement to convey his gratitude.

"If you want to maneuver that much, you have a simulated cockpit experience."

Bitter Cornell.

I parrot that word back.

"Is this an experience in a mock cockpit?

"Yeah, I'm gonna sit on something that mimics a knight's cockpit and try to move the golem."

My heart rises to that word.

It's called a whorehouse, it's called a giant robot, what a fascinating world this is.

"Well, if you say golem, he's about 50 cm tall, like a toy."

Looks like Cornell put up a line of prevention when he saw me shine too many eyes.

But I don't need that kind of attention.

It would be a toy, but just because you can steer the golem, it's enough.

I'll thank Cornell and be there as soon as I can.

That was a long line too.

"The line is long, but you're moving fast"

I'll talk to myself.

In fact, it flows much faster than the earlier knight boarding experience.

Not so much, my turn came close.

(Ho, is that the mock cockpit?)

In front of me, a cockpit that would have been tucked away in the knight's chest was placed in a peeled out state.

Immediately next to it, a magic formation of about 5 m in diameter is depicted, in the center of which lies a man-made golem of about 50 cm in height.

(Something, you're a golem like a toilet pictosign)

The colour is like white stone, but the shape is very similar to the sign on the men's toilet. If it were blue, it would be itself.

(Who sat in the mock cockpit moves the golem in the magic formation)

Exactly now, I fit in the mock cockpit, and yeah, I understand, looking at my roaring brother.

And at the same time, I understood why it was flowing faster compared to earlier columns.

Those who have no magic will not move the golem, and it will soon be over.

There are quite a few who have been able to move it, but most people are tired of it a few times because they can only cramp the golem with a bicun.

As a result, the rows seemed to move fast.

(All right, let's do it)

After watching and previewing the previous experience, I sit in my seat.

The cockpit appeared to be orthodox lever style, but the lever didn't move when gripped, and the pedal just seemed to mean foot storage, so I couldn't step in.

"Levers and pedals can't move now because they are triggers for attack magic and mobility aids magic"

When asked, the explanatory pilot told me with a smile and politeness.

"The knight's driving force is the magic of the pilot. Without magic, you can't move it in the first place. And it's not the lever or pedal that manipulates the movement, it's the pilot's magic manipulation."

"Is it magic manipulation?

I don't know what magic manipulation means and ask questions.

"Yeah, it's a way to manipulate a knight, but all this, there's nothing you can do about it."

The pilot smiles with such a sorry colour.

The explanation seems to be this far too, so I decided to try the maneuver.

(That's magic first. I don't know if I have magic, but I can use the magic of borrowing from stone statues. Let's try this like it's quietly activated)

Injury healing magic (F) is activated to slowly seep out.

Then the golem, which was falling like a threaded puppet in front of him, stiffens his body with a vicun while he slept.

"Sounds like you have magic. Now, try to feel the magic movement and manipulate the golem to see it."

The pilot says, happily.

(Magic moves, magic moves...)

I think. In the meantime, the golem is stiff, loose or bickering.

(I wonder if it's similar to the circulation of light, let's do that while imagining that one)

Attempt to manipulate the golem while closing your eyes and feeling the circulation of your own light.

First, stand up.

Imagine standing up slowly with the feeling that you have become a golem.

Like when a monk's fist is activated, it feels like turning a virtual shell with attention and sensory feedback into a golem itself.

In that image, there was a response to whether it responded as if it were a car steering.

As the steering conveys the road conditions in its hands, the image has conveyed the center of gravity position and the state of balance of the golem.

That's in my groin, too.

Maybe I have no choice. Because I imagined a virtual shell with sensory feedback, the so-called incarnation of my son, as if it were a golem.

(Do, ho, take)

While I feel the creep in my groin, I manage to maintain balance and get it up.

The surroundings squirm heavily.

"... hey, get the fuck up!"

"Oh, I've never seen you stand before."

I open my eyes to that voice and, just in case, I look softly at my groin.

(It's okay, I'm not standing)

Even for me, if you let me stand in this crowd environment, I'm stuffy.

Saying the surroundings stood must be about the Golem.

Turning his eyes towards you, the golem managed to stand with his hips poking his arms forward, pulling and trembling.

The moment he sees the sight, he loses his attention and the golem falls.

(Ugh)

To the shock, for a moment, I shall be vicious.

Ugh, and with a sigh of laughter, I look at the pilot.

... The pilot stared sharply at me with a serious look that left no smile missing.

"Hih!"

I accidentally got a voice.

My frightened appearance made the pilot seem hazy. Immediately, when I smiled, he praised me.

The line waiting for the order is still long, so I leave the cockpit to give way to the next one.

As I was reweaving the cape I was taking off, the pilot rang me. Anything, he wants me to stop by the back tent.

(Wow, I guess this means I'm talented)

I feel bad inside.

From the surrounding voices earlier, I seem to have made a good line.

If you get a chance to ride a giant robot and steer it yourself, I definitely want to.

Pleasantly admitted, I headed to the back tent, guided by a smiling pilot.

Once in the tent, they recommend a chair.

My cosmetic sister served me tea.

The smell of makeup is tighter than the smell of tea.

After a short wait, the smiling pilot who had gone to the back first came back with an older man.

Both of you, lower your hips before me.

According to the introduction, the older man is also with the Knights pilot, who seems to be the boss of the smiling pilot.

"Mr. Tauro, perhaps you have the talent of a pilot. Would you like to take a closer look, if you like"

"Okay. I'd be happy to."

Immediate answer.

A giant human robot is waiting. There was no other response to me right now.

"Now, hurry up and come here."

A smiling knight takes me further into the tent.

Behind the tent was a device similar to the simulated cockpit just now.

Similar, but this one is more refined.

If that was a simple one for the event, this one would be for regular training or something.

The golem lying within the magic formation also grows to about 1 m in height and has a knight's miniature itself in its appearance.

Exquisite, western doll in armor.

When I was in the original world, I would have held my wallet and accidentally asked for the price.

"Before we begin, let me explain a little bit"

The smiling knight began to explain.

Pilots cannot be more magical than the E-rank, regardless of the type, or unless they possess the magic that is possible.

Knight's maneuvering requires the ability to manipulate magic. Those who possess this talent are rare.

This examination was carried out in order to find those who possessed more than a certain amount of magic, and yet possessed talent for magic manipulation.

"Now, please sit in the cockpit. There's nothing else you can do about magic manipulation."

Sit in the cockpit as prompted.

"Well, try it the way you want to"

Yes, and reply and start quickly.

Close your eyes and breathe deeply.

Activates F-rank magic to melt into its light circulation, feeling the flow of light circulating through itself.

It was felt that my inner self was filled with the magical power of F-rank magic.

Soon, I can see the magic coming from me to the Golem.

The extended virtual shell, as earlier, ceased to be the incarnation of my son.

I'm going to be the golem myself, I'm going to change that image.

Then, to move the golem, turn your consciousness into the golem.

Then suddenly, right in front of me, it opened brightly.

(This!?, is this the landscape in the eyes of the Golem?

From another point of view, which is not my point of view, the footage I saw in the tent is spreading to my field of consciousness.

At the same time as surprise, I understood.

Slowly turn the neck of the golem. You can see me sitting in the simulated cockpit and closing my eyes.

Next to it, I also saw an older man and a smile, staring seriously at the golem.

(Yay! Success!)

I'm so excited that I succeeded in manipulating the golem.

(Nevertheless, I didn't expect the golem operation to look like this)

It's just sensory tuning.

In particular, it was surprising that it was too fresh to be in tune with Golem's eyes.

Stand up while carefully balancing.

And slowly, walk around.

It feels like a camera mounted radio cone.

Look at your hands and try to move your fingers. Move properly.

(Oops, that's a lot more precise)

The feeling of getting familiar made me totally fun, and I walked technologically around the magic line.

Only inside this magic formation, they can operate.

When you go outside, they say the link is broken and you can't move.

From time to time, I try to imitate robotic animations and special hero decision poses. I'm afraid I don't have a mirror.

The elderly and the smile, swallowing solitude, stare at the look of it.

Tauro was unaware.

How high the skill of your magic manipulation has reached.

I gained experience in a whorehouse, learned to teach light patrols, and got demon eyes.

Using the Magic Eye, I was able to grasp the circulation of light between myself and others.

And a monk (monk) fist worn to combat elves.

The virtual extended shell with feedback of this sensation was able to convert the Golem almost intact to manipulate it as its own.

Though he had no intention at all, Tauro's training had sharpened his magic manipulation skills to areas that were unlikely to be ordinary people.

And the technique was the one most needed by the pilot.

Older and smiling, no words. Keep your mouth shut for a long time.

Though a golem for practice about 1 m in height, there is hardly anyone who manipulates it so naturally.

Besides, this is the first time a man manipulates with pleasure in front of his eyes.

From Tauro, who was satisfied playing with plenty of golem, to being able to speak, they remained silent.