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

The next day, I went to school early, and I was looking for a weapon.

"Would you like this?"

The chosen one is a grey wand that emits an arrow of light (magic missile).

(Wand, but sounds like a bullpup gun)

A bullpup-type gun is a rifle gun whose magazine is positioned rearward of the trigger.

It has the advantage of being able to keep the entire length short while maintaining the same barrel length as the rifle gun until then. Although there are many drawbacks.

I liked the design, so it was on my mind.

Golem's, sticks as long as arms. Slightly before the middle of it, a short stick sticks out. I guess it's for holding hands.

That distorted T-shaped stick doesn't sound like it. But to me, it seemed somewhat similar.

(This one is definitely better than just a stick in that it points the tip of the wand towards the goal)

Scenes of wizards unleashing magic on their enemies, seen in movies, comics, etc.

I remember my wrist was stretched out and it seemed hard to hold.

By the way, in simulated combat between the golems, attack magic is not actually activated.

Activating true attack magic is a practice weapon that cannot be sized.

A weapon that can activate attack magic simply by pouring magic into it.

Inside it, like the cockpit shell, numerous demonic squares are drawn into expensive materials.

If you don't, you won't get that kind of performance.

As a price, it has become a big deal.

Unless it's a knight-sized golem, it's impossible to operate as a weapon. In a practice golem that is only about 1 m high, nothing is possible.

For this reason, only the Demon Square for Effects is incorporated into the weapon for practice.

Although for effects, the activation incorporates a weight that requires the same amount of magic consumption as the actual one.

And at the same time it activates the effect, the hit determination and the opponent's damage calculation are performed automatically.

(Just Virtual Reality!

I was delighted that I could enjoy the game as well and devoted myself to getting used to handling Wand until my internship began.

The internship begins, not the game...

My battle, compared to yesterday, was some.

First, it emits an arrow of light (magic missile) at the same time as the start.

After that, keep letting go as you move.

I don't have any melee moves, but I'm pretty good at Golem precision. My hitting accuracy was pretty good.

But I'm not used to shooting yet.

Light arrows (magic missiles) also consumed less magic but did less damage as well.

I keep running around.

Shooting is a complete restraint on the opponent. If you hit it, you'll make some money.

The opponent in front of me can't attack magic on me. Because my towed shooting got in the way and my aim got sweeter.

When my opponent stops to unleash the magic of attack, I keep walking away.

In a long-range magic shootout, I have a minute.

And I kept running away with no damage for a full time limit.

The result is, my judgment wins.

(Uh-huh!

In my heart, I give you ambition, I give you a gutsy pose.

It was my first win in the advanced class.

But then, he fought two rounds and lost both times.

Ignoring the damage of the arrows of light (magic missiles) that I emit, I couldn't help it.

When brought into the melee, he lost lightly.

At the end of the game, when he was pressed in front of him, he stepped into the barnier pedal to escape.

Then the wind magic exploded at his feet, blowing himself away.

When I was knocked to the ground with no attitude control, I was knocked out while turning my eyes without knowing what was going up or down.

That would mean advanced class. I will put in place immediate measures.

But I didn't mean to change this fight.

I can't say for sure, but I felt like the light was shining in this direction.

I was having dinner with Cornell that night.

It's not a whorehouse or a no-hand restaurant, it's in a pleasure zone, it's a regular stall.

"Thanks to you, I think I see the way forward"

I explained and thanked him for the simulation.

After that, the instructor told me about the wizard dose in today's game. Fine, I meant to use offensive magic, but it was still much, much less than the other students.

Even though I was in the advanced class, I was efficient.

Even with the addition of mobile magic, the amount of magic used will fit slightly below.

I'm going to try to improve my overall accuracy and focus on running and shooting.

"If it helps, it's above all"

Cornell answers, sipping the coffee after the meal.

I'm finishing my meal, too. It will be time to go next.

"So where shall we go now?"

Wherever you go, it's a whorehouse.

Cornell is supposed to bring a plan today.

We gathered regularly, each with recommendations and new information, to explore the Wang Capital.

We call this gathering the Adult Gourmet Club. We're the only two members so far.

"I found a good spot."

Cornell laughs niggly.

This man brings a lot of interesting information, but he also had a troubled side to me.

We bring sweet security cases every now and then, like assisted coffee and amateurs.

He hasn't seen anything dangerous happen once or twice, but he even enjoys talking about it in martial arts.

As a Knights pilot, I guess we can afford it because we also have biological combat skills.

He's as tall as I am, but his body is built and his muscles are clogged neatly.

Without this body, that 'skewered whirlwind' would not have been born.

"I'm not going anywhere dangerous."

I'll stab the nail.

It's okay, it's okay, Cornell says, but honestly, you can't really guess. If I have to, I'm going to escape alone even if I have a crack in my friendship.

And the name of the store they brought in was "Gadwick".

Apparently, it's a regular shop. No, from the construction, it would feel like I managed to get into the luxury store category.

Cornell walks in without hesitation.

"I'm sorry, it's a two-on-two appointment."

To Cornell's voice, a concierge comes.

I was immediately escorted upstairs to my room.

And in that room,... I would probably go indoors... and there were two girls.

I was heartbroken.

By the way, what is 2-for-2?

It's about the style of two of us in a room and two girls playing together.

Why not play in separate rooms. The reason for this goes back to the very beginning of the establishment of the Adult Gourmet Club.

The purpose of the establishment was to eat and walk the delicacies of the Wang Dynasty.

But because I tasted something different in separate rooms, I couldn't really tell you which was better.

They claimed that they were better for each other, and followed a parallel line.

If you're eating in a restaurant or a stall, this is not the case.

All you have to do is swap each other half a bite.

So I decided to do so.

We tasted it in the room together and decided to exchange half a bite.

With this clever way, we can no longer treat each other like one another, and we can have a fair judge.

"Which one would you prefer, Mr. Tauro?

To that voice, I look seriously at the two of them.

One feels strong and looks at me with a kicking eye. It's a straight medium long.

The other is a grown-up kid, looking down with most of them. This is Yurufu Karl's, also medium long.

Both are miniskirts, with protruding thin feet, blindfolded.

When I was worried which way to go, he seemed more keen, tongue-in-cheek.

"Hey, just make up your mind."

I'm surprised at what the girl said.

"... Mr. Tauro, I'm going to deal with the nasty smell over here, so I'd like another one, please."

Cornell's eyes are slightly narrower.

Cornell sat on one of the sofas facing each other, putting on that knee a child who seemed slightly more concerned with rambling.

Likewise, when I sit back on the couch facing each other, I put a grown-up kid on my lap.

Just now, I started pranking.

(Is that...?

I immediately felt uncomfortable.

Looking at the front, Cornell has already twisted around to elicit a reaction.

I check the light circulation and color temperature of the kid on my lap.

Definitely.

It shows how to circulate unlikely in girls and the distribution of color temperatures.

"Co, Mr. Cornell, this kid..."

Cornell gives me a good look in my words.

"Yeah, I am. I'm a man's daughter."

Well, that would be interesting, but I told you.

I'm shocked by that word.

"Yes, no, I did, ha"

I don't even know what you're talking about or what you're trying to say. It was terribly confusing.

"Is there a problem?

"Also, there will be problems!

Finally, I utter a decent word.

In contrast, Cornell gives the expression, "What are you talking about, this man?"

"Is Mr. Tauro going to discriminate just because he's a man?

"Sa, discrimination, Mr. Cornell, what are you talking about!

To my words, Cornell doesn't move his expression.

"These kids can work just like women. It pleases me and Mr. Tauro."

Cornell blurts at the seemingly high-minded kid on his lap.

"You can work the same way, but discriminating on the basis of gender will be nothing but sexism"

Different? and raise a single eyebrow.

"It's not a matter of saying so!

I scream unexpectedly.

But Cornell doesn't want to. Spin words pale.

"I'm talented, skilled, motivated, but I don't put it in the job of hope just because I'm a man. I don't think it should be in that world."

"I'm a man. A man's opponent, a woman should!

Cornell shakes his head left and right quietly.

"These old stereotypes are seriously undermining these children's rights."

I try to open my mouth, but I'm blocked by the next word.

"And like Mr. Tauro, even though you're discriminating, you're not aware that you're discriminating, which is a big problem"

Guillari and stare at me with a strong gaze. Looks like you're blaming me.

"In a whorehouse, just because you're a man, you're forced to work hard, you're forced to clean rooms after use, and then your wages are low. Besides, if the economy gets worse, they'll cut you off first from working like these kids."

There was a fever in the words.

"Don't you think it's irrational?

"I understand what Mr. Cornell is saying. In a way, I think it is the most. But this is my problem."

I argue.

"What is the problem?

"It's a matter of preference.

Cornell is silent as to encourage it to continue.

"It's the same as likes and dislikes of food. I like women."

After a while, Cornell asks me.

"Mr. Tauro has had the experience of savoring daisy flowers, right?

Cornell's reference to chrysanthemum blossoms is not about the chrysanthemums that follow sashimi knobs, nor about the edible chrysanthemums that you make.

Understand exactly what it means, and I snort. You should know, and I don't want to lie.

"Do you hate women with no breasts?

I shake my head.

If you don't like it, you don't fight magic girls.

"These kids are cute, aren't they?

... snort. If you don't know you're a man's daughter, it's cuteness you want to nominate.

"So what doesn't suit your taste?

"No, 'cause it's a boy, isn't it?

Cornell sighs in disgust.

So, you were dissatisfied with Cornell's hand stopping, and a strong-minded kid on his lap pinched his mouth.

"What a mess you're talking about, it's disgusting.... Gu!

Cornell silenced the seemingly minded child with a handful.

Speak in a low voice to a child who seems to be in a strong mood. The expression is cold, the serenity to the earlier point, and there are no shards left.

"You're not such a smart guy, are you? Just shut up for a second."

Mr. Cornell, I'm scared.

"You're so, so cute, aren't you? It's no different than a normal girl."

Cornell, who turned his face to me, instantly turned his expression into something gloomy and said so.

Even as I say, his right hand keeps gripping giggly, letting the seemingly high-minded child hit around on his knees.

No, Mr. Cornell, I think that's the unusual part of your grip.

"Don't think so. This just got a little bigger."

Cornell quietly affirms.

The figure looks like a missionary trying to preach something.

Shut up and tell me to change my face this time.

"Honestly, I'm disappointed. You always say" whorehouse sommelier "about yourself, don't even taste it, don't avoid it.

I've stirred it up.

Easy to understand provocation, but I came with a cock.

Regarding the whorehouse, I also have a problem with it.

Fine, if you say so much, I'll give you a ride.

"... yeah, that's a lot cheaper provocation. But, okay, I'll give it a good taste, and I'll give it a rating."

Honestly, I have a sense of being put in Cornell's truck.

But I'm already on board.

The truck, after putting me on, accelerated and is already on the highway.

You can't go down until you've reached your destination.

I made up my mind.

This is how I set out to take a step into the unknown.

(Is this how adventurers feel)

An adventurer stepping into an unknown land without even a map. I think and empathize with that mood.

At this moment, I became one of the adventurers.

One, Cornell, yeah, looks happy.

He smiles calmly like a hobbyist who has succeeded in bringing someone he knows into his hobby world.

I took the first step quickly.

Grooming begins for a grown-up child.

Skin is slippery. Feels good to the touch.

He strokes the body of a grown-up kid like my finger plays the piano.

Immediately, an anomaly occurred.

That thing just got a little bigger, and this one got bigger.

But that's, like, really big.

It won't be my problem. It's so unbalanced on a thin body.

(... this is)

I harden up a lot.

But Cornell saw it. I'm laughing in tears.

"No! Mr. Tauro! This is a hit! Big win! Good for you!

I look at the shy, nagging grown-ups holding each other from behind. Is this a good idea?

"What are you talking about, big things are good. It's a huge luxury, this."

A grown-up child is about to cry over the words.

I guess you care.

It made me look cute, and I wanted to follow you.

I gently grab my brass and start playing to comfort my boredom.

Immediately the brass instrument began with a sweet, chopped melody.

(Hopefully this will comfort you a little)

I think while I keep playing.

(Mr. Cornell's words are a bit insensitive)

I wanted to heal your heart, and from the start, I decided to use detoxification.

Gently tap the key of an instrument similar to Oboe's.

Continue playing all three octave ranges to run out.

Gradually, the range begins to move to the treble. The higher-pitched keys that never answered before are starting to come out.

Change the tune accordingly.

Modulate from what has been a lonely fall scene to epic lyrics.

In the middle of a romantic song, a kid who seems to grow up again and again tries to fly, but every time I do, the timing shifts.

Screw your nose out early for one eight-minute note, early for one sixteen-minute note next, and don't let them stomp through.

To do too much, Oboe's stress is on the eel.

More and more grown-up kids increase their internal pressure to a flightless frustration.

And on the verge that the grown-up child himself would no longer be able to withstand the pressure, I allowed him to fly away.

At the same time as the great eruption, the grown-up child opens his eyes like a madman, eats up his teeth, shakes his hair and cramps his body violently.

And keep the eruption pulsating as you raise pointless screams.

The lava released descends in large quantities on Cornell, who was sitting on the couch in the front, and on a seemingly attentive child.

Throw words at them, in your heart.

(This is a celebration, take it!

A grown-up kid who strips away his white eyes, tongues, and is completely unconscious, but still seems to keep small eruptions going.

The like-minded child looked at the condition with a mixed eye of amazement and fear.

"Oh, hey, this is"

Cornell whispers in the ear of a seemingly minded child who asks who the hell he is.

"You've heard of it, too, haven't you? That's better, Doctor Slime."

To the words, the carefree child takes a hiss and a breath. I can't help but react less gladly to my previous work.

"Well, you'll get a taste of it later, too, but it's me before then."

So Cornell lifts his prey on his lap.

Look at that, I give a shout of surprise.

"Mr. Cornell, are you going to do that?

That's Cornell's two-name move, Skewered Whirlwind.

Cornell nods.

The method of skewering whirlwind is easy, stabbing deep, turning, that's all.

To be clear, it's a simple, abusive move.

Cornell was that much of a man until he met me, showing off the abusive, flashy moves he left to his power.

I was delighted when they said it was amazing.

But not now.

I switched my mind when I saw my, my fingers between my hair, stroking the surface of my elbows and knees, that's all I did to indulge a woman.

He reflected on what he had done.

And I started trying to learn the moves that I just stroke, the moves that I call "grooming" myself.

The effort is paying off and showing visible growth.

"Skewered whirlwind" and the like, I don't think I've ever reflected on the use of force leverage.

They're going to roll that out now.

Of course I'm surprised.

"If you behave like you don't even think of your guests as guests, you'll get a painful return. I thought he needed to know that."

What does Cornell think and do about the child he seems to care about? That's not a question of my mouth.

I'm just watching for that move, which will be activated in a while.

The lifted prey is slowly pushed down while the lumbar bone is held down disappointingly.

With the muscle strength of a child who seems to have a strong mind, he can never resist it.

But this kid's pretty good, too. There is a deep joy in the expression as I glance at it greatly.

And the moment the push down reaches the lower limit, the muscles of Cornell's entire body bulge and the blood vessels rise like wilderness rope.

"Fuck you! And think about it! Skewered whirlwind!"

Cornell screams.

(Moving name screams! I envy you, I want to do it too)

The truth comes to my mind by accident.

It is then that the body of the prey swirls greatly.

It's a hell of a move.

Anyway, it looks like a windmill with wind power.

A roar is unleashed when a carnivore is present. It's from the mouth of a child who seems to have a strong heart.

(Brilliant)

I'm impressed.

I said a simple force maneuver, but if you raise it so far, you have to appreciate it.

Far more than before, the overall quality is improved.

It's my two original moves.

Even if it was sealed in public, the workout would have continued.

Evidence of this is that the axis of the child's body, which seems to be strong, has not shifted at all while swirling.

Cornell's trunk and sense of balance are evidence of being well trained.

Simple, but never with moves that can be imitated overnight.

There is a "skewered whirlwind" on top of the enormous effort stacked in the tunnel.

Flirting with such emotion, in front of him, the seemingly minded child reached his limit.

Start champagne fights as you rotate, scattering them in all directions.

I've been celebrated back.

"Reverse rotation!

But it's not over yet. Again, Cornell screams.

A thick, muscle-covered arm receives the body of a child who seems to feel strong and gives him a powerful moment force in the opposite direction.

The wine opener keeps screwing the cork, critical.

I can't stop cramping a child who seems to be in a good mood.

The champagne fight won't stop either.

Naturally, it doesn't stop raining on me.

(Cork, are you okay?

I'm worried as I wipe my hands of the festive payback I put on my face.

A few moments later, Cornell raised his wild ambition and the rotation stopped.

"Excellent work, Mr. Cornell."

Cornell doesn't look like a good bat to me as I wipe the celebration back with a towel.

Reply as you wipe the congratulations hung on your face.

"No, after all that brilliant poisoning they showed me, I don't even know if they told me"

By the way, Cornell himself is experiencing detoxification.

As soon as an adult gourmet club was formed, I took her to my sister's shop, where she stood.

Inspired Cornell is encouraging himself to master, but he doesn't seem to have a convincing finish yet.

"How was it, by the way? As for sommelier ratings."

Cornell asks me.

"Is that it?"

That's when I realized.

I chose to detoxify it first, so I haven't tasted it yet.

Cornell seems to have noticed. Exhale loudly in a frightened manner.

"What are you doing, Mr. Tauro?"

"It's not nice."

"Mr. Tauro, every move has a great cut, but you haven't assembled the whole thing yet."

They said something similar to the pilots' school.

That's it, killing time with the chatter, waiting for the men's daughters to recover.

I, unfortunately, keep the taste of a grown-up child. It must be self-inflicted.

"Well, time's up, so it's time to change."

Cornell says when he sees that the grown-up child's consciousness has returned.

We headed over to the two of us to make sure we had another flavor.