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

"... and like this, approaching with stealth, I impacted the back, without warning, from the first one-stroke to the deep point. Then I'd have a first turn kill..."

When I got home from the store, I enjoyed the conversation with Imosque, Dangolo.

The place is garden forest.

The room I live in is on the third floor of a three-story building.

Instead of having only two thirds of the size on the first or second floor, the other third is in the garden.

And there, herbal trees that became trees from grass because they hung S-rank potions on the herbs, and various plants that grew from the manure of imosques, make small forests.

A forest made into a garden, hence a "garden forest". That's what I called it.

Imoske and Dangolo are both spiritual beasts, my family.

Imoske is a species known as the Sage of the Forest who looks just like the five-year-old larvae of a magpie butterfly.

The ability to sprinkle the seeds of various species of plants as manure, where they lived in the forest of the Spirit, was summoned by the elves so that they could be given to me.

Dangolow has the appearance of a dangoose itself, although he doesn't know the official race name.

This one also lived in the Spirit Forest, but he was persecuted as an offensive pest by the elves, and he came here at the invitation of his friend, Imoske, who, like Imoske, became my family.

I'm the only one who talks, and my family just listens.

I don't know if you know what I'm talking about, like a horizontal businessman, but it still looks like you're listening to me in an interesting way.

"And you're all grown up."

See Shiatsu and his family.

Imoske grew to 20 cm in length and Dangolo to 15 cm. Dangolows will be 10 cm in diameter when rounded.

I may be surprised to see it for the first time, but I'm so used to it that I feel so cute.

The garden forest has already become a complete georama forest.

The vegetation is also no longer countless and the only difference from the actual forest is the size of the leaves.

The garden forest is the kind of forest made of bonsai, so the leaves are very large for the split of the scenery.

By the way, when I put the model of the farmer's house in the funny half, I was perfectly familiar with it.

It doubled in appearance as Dangolow deliberately made his way in front of the house.

The protection of imosques? I guess, by the way, it's good to split the grass inside without hurting.

They also supply fruit every morning. I picked a biwa this morning and ate it.

"Bye, Imosque, Dangolo. Good night and say hello tomorrow."

That's what I'm gonna say, I'm gonna put Imosuke on a branch of a herbal tree.

Dangolow dived under the turbulent stone.

"This tree has become splendid, too."

The height is about 3m, which hasn't changed much, but the thickness and branching of the trunk is full, and it feels like something like style has come out.

(This tree is the heart of the garden forest. Regardless of the dangolo, Imosuke doesn't want to eat anything but this leaf of a tree, so it would be hard if it withered)

I stroke my trunk with my hand, looking at a garden forest like a georama lit by starlight.

There was one world there, small but centered on herbal trees.

"Ask for the world, Herbal Tree"

I shrugged without any concern. At that time, Patricia, I felt something.

By analogy, when I touch the touch panel in the sleep state, it feels like the screen is activated.

And in my heart, my voice sounds.

"The target tree has confirmed that the prescribed conditions have been met. We have confirmed that the applicant possesses the qualifications required for the application.

I'm surprised, I look around.

The only thing I could find was the way Imoske panicked, coming from the branches in the back and the way Dangolo crawled out of the ground with enough momentum to float the stones into the universe.

"What?

I speak up.

"Please select the person in charge of administration"

I don't know why, I look at Imosuke and Dangolo. The two relatives seem to be in a panic.

I looked in silence and said, 'Answer me quickly!' I get that feeling from Imosuke.

I can't get it together and will follow Imosuke's instructions.

"Uh, well, me"

If you're choosing the head of the herbal tree in the garden forest, it would be me first.

I thought so and replied.

'The Subject does not possess the necessary qualifications for the Head of Administration. Please select again'

Qualifications. In other worlds, you need qualifications. It's a tough world.

"Bye, Imosque."

I point to the head of the family.

If it wasn't for me, it would be Imosuke.

"Register the subject as the person in charge of administration"

Oh, you okay?

I don't know what qualifications you have, but you got them at some point.

Looks like a junior who studied in the shadows and qualified first degree in one shot. Konnya.

"Please select a Deputy Administrator"

Do you also need a deputy?

There's only one more of us.

"In Dangolo"

Point to Dangolow.

Dangolow, for some reason, freaked out.

"Register Subject as Deputy Administrator"

Are you qualified, too?

So I'm the only one who doesn't qualify in this?

Shit, this isn't good. Other industries don't have to know, and in the construction industry's technology system, it's very bad.

"The Administrator was awarded the title" Protector of the Species "and the Deputy Administrator the title" Protector of the Tree ""

Ooh, that was my title, "The Gate Opener," or cooler than that.

"It has been confirmed that all permit requirements have been met. Permits will be issued... cancelled. The provisions of the Grand Charter (Magicarta) do not permit the existence of more than two. Issuance will be held pending the existence of 1 '

I don't know what you're talking about. Please be easy to understand.

"That's it."

After stating so unilaterally, the line with the unsure opponent was cut off with a pussy.

Wait a minute, I saw it, but nothing happens.

(Nevertheless, I had no idea that something magical like this would activate to determine the administrator of the herbal tree)

Fearless magic world. I don't even know if I'm qualified or not, and I don't even know who this private is. It's a personal information crisis.

When he glances at his family, Imoske twisted and rejoiced, and Dangolow shuddered quietly. The fluctuations felt from the dangolows are quite a joy.

(Are you so happy that the head of herbal trees is not going to be substantially the same as before?)

No, I reconsider.

Imoske was treated like an unwanted child by an elf.

As far as Dangolo, he was chased by the Spirit Forest as an offensive pest.

Those two have officially recognized titles. I think I know how happy I am.

I used to look at the delightful families and nick them.

"By the way, what kind of credentials do you have?

I don't have it, and I'm interested in the credentials my relatives had.

If it's easy to take, you might need to get it to keep your boss dignified.

But the two replies were, "I don't know."

We thought silently for a little while.

"The Spirit Beast?

Imoske says.

I didn't have the credentials that Imosuke and Dangolo had, and I wondered if it was a spiritual beast.

Well, then there's the point.

You're smart, Imosque.

If being a spiritual beast is a qualification requirement, it's only natural that I don't have it.

Satisfied that I kept my boss dignified, I broke up with the Imosques and headed to the bedroom.

The next day, I'm on my way to the pilots' school in the morning.

I've been free in the morning lately, so I'm just hoping.

The School of Pilots is east of the Royal Castle and further east of the Royal School of Magic.

Upon arrival, he was immediately put through to the office.

"Oh, good morning, Mr. Tauro"

Older people greet me with a smile.

"Good morning. And now that you're a student, please call me Tauro."

To my reply, the elderly glanced at me for a moment and broke my face.

"Right, let's do that. So, Tauro, from now on, you can call me a teacher."

"Yes. Okay."

That's what I say and laugh at. The old man has a nice vibe.

Receive uniforms and textbooks.

I'll try to get dressed in the dressing room soon.

Olive Drab's, somewhat like a tank soldier's uniform.

The uniform itself is cool, but honestly, it doesn't suit me.

The older teacher, who is an adult, has not uttered one word in my outfit and maintains a calm grin.

He then used the time until the beginning of the first lecture to teach me about the timetable of the lecture and the location of the facilities on campus.

At first, I chose seating.

He didn't even have a basic knowledge of knights and pilots, so he sought knowledge broadly and shallowly.

Take notes enthusiastically. I've studied so much since the first degree construction management technician exam.

One drink in the morning, keep choosing seating.

The lecture lasts roughly 45 minutes, with 15 minutes of rest and travel time.

It's just fine for me. A 90-minute comma is too long.

It's noon, so we head to the student cafeteria. Lunch break is an hour.

Poke the chicken sautéed with a fork while observing the surroundings.

As I thought during my lecture, I'm mostly a teenager. And there are a few elderly people like me.

Young will be the entrance exam and older people will be scouting. They're all wearing tank uniforms, just like me.

(I don't know if there was a female tank soldier, but this is pretty good)

Half the students are women.

And that uniform, it's the same tank soldier I am, but it's a skirt down there. And tight, somewhat on my knees.

So if you look at him sitting on the hips from the front, you're going to see the reverse triangle between his thighs.

It's just seemingly visible, actually shadowed, dark and invisible.

(um, this seemingly invisible place, healthy thighs, really fine)

I'll try to keep an eye on the chills. Because this is not a whorehouse.

A military uniform woman's skirt, thighs, that's all it was worth enrolling in.

I was satisfied and took a good nap in my empty seat after dinner.

In the afternoon we headed to the facility with the simulated cockpit to receive practical skills.

I think I was able to operate it to some extent yesterday, so I tried to get an intermediate starter.

Primary is about the practice of standing, and if intermediate is over, it was a mock fight.

The simulation sounds fun, but all of a sudden I decided to avoid it and take the previous stage.

"Very good. You should go to a mock fight next time."

The teacher in charge gave me a heartbeat.

Sure enough, the students around them are letting them walk.

Both the mock cockpit here and the golem like the knight's miniature are exactly the same as what we experienced yesterday.

If there's a difference, it's the size of the magic formation painted on the floor.

Kendo and Judo's, there's about a game space.

There are several golems walking in the middle of nowhere.

(There's no shell covering the cockpit here either.)

A misrilled silver shell covering the entire cockpit, learned in seating.

The heart of a knight who captures the magic emitted by the pilot, thus achieving 80% magic efficiency.

I don't see that in the simulated cockpit. The way the students are sitting, it's mumbling.

When I asked the instructor about his interest, he said that he didn't need expensive shells to move a golem 1 m high.

Quickly, the next comma is a mock fight.

The simulation was a lot of fun.

The battle to shift perspective to Golem's eyes was like an FPS game of robotics.

Unlike the students of the earlier comma, the opponent is allowed to move just to endure the battle.

But from what I can tell, it's not easy.

He walks lightly, sometimes he can't follow my golem, he gets turned around. And it's a slaughter from behind.

With this method of warfare, I won all fights.

During the simulation, she could even afford to watch and enjoy the opponent's female student's skirt from a golem perspective.

Tank soldier-like uniform, tight skirt underneath, somewhat on the knee. So we sit in the simulated cockpit.

In my naked eye, the inverse triangle shadowed between my thighs seems invisible.

There you go, a golem about a meter tall, with eyes linked to my vision.

As a man, you can't just not go see it.

Female students concentrating on the battle.

Unexpectedly, my body will be in tune with the operation of the golem. I'm stomping on one leg or the other.

Then creases come to the surface of the triangle.

I am filled with such satisfaction that I have seen a rarely seen landscape of nature.

It was just eye bliss.

(Young woman's, two moderately forged healthy thighs. and the triangle in its intersecting parts)

That's what I would describe in words the footage that is huge in the visual domain. It's a golem perspective, so it looks big.

And my golem continues to follow the landscape with its eyes.

(No matter how much I look at it, I never tire of seeing it. That's exactly the art of living)

At that time, I was too distracted by the sight in front of me to attack since I started the simulation.

Straight from the front, he was slashed in a hanging.

(Ugh!

My golem flips backwards. And I couldn't get up.

It was the first defeat.

Even after the simulation, I couldn't stand out of the cockpit.

The instructor comes to me worried.

"Shh, excuse me. It's okay. Um, just give me a break."

The instructor gave me an astonishing look, while acknowledging.

(hey, what a shock, this is tough)

Me sharing my senses with the Golem.

The golem was hung from the front.

To shock and pain, I can't move.

(Are you hurt? It's just a feeling.)

I check my body and decide so.

But no matter how traumatic it is, this pain is unbearable.

(Huh, huh)

Repeat rough breathing.

I can't stop sweating.

After all, the Pilot's School is a tough place.

That's when I realize.

The people I've defeated so far, both men and women, looked remorseful in plain sight.

Like me, there was nothing to suffer from.

(For them, this degree of feeling doesn't even make it a problem?

In me, the surrounding landscape changes dramatically.

I thought they were the same students until now, and suddenly they started to look like obnoxious monsters.