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

My assessment at the pilot's school broke down as I followed the day.

Those who acknowledge the outcome of their dominant victory in simulated combat as victories and those who do not.

Those who did not, it was a cowardly way of fighting, and it was useless in actual combat.

"Tauro, how can you stick to that fight when you can fight other ways?

This is what I was told by the nobleman.

We're classmates, so we're talking about each other. At first, I was more than ten years younger than you, but I'm used to it. [M] This is a school of meritocracy.

The aristocratic child is one of those I can't beat.

Ranged magic attacks, defenses, and manoeuvres in melee combat, which are very holeless and versatile.

You've admitted to me, and we don't have bad feelings for each other.

I felt compassionate with the words I said earlier.

When I thought about what I had answered, the aristocratic child continued to speak.

"I don't have to bother fighting in such a way that I get criticism, but I think that you would be able to achieve the same or more results than you have now."

The aristocratic child especially appreciates my magic manipulation skills.

With that skill, we see that any way to fight would be to a high standard.

(Unlike you, I'm sensitive!

Shout in your heart.

Why are you adamant about the way you fight called cowardice, for a reason.

I can manipulate the golem just like myself thanks to superior magic manipulation techniques.

However, as a secondary effect, the Golem receives the shock as it feels.

(It hurts, I can't fight melee)

This is why I am thoroughly avoiding melee combat and running around, carrying out attacks by long-range magic.

"... suited to sex, I guess"

I'll get back to you somehow.

I don't want to tell you the truth because it hurts and I don't like it.

In other words, a tactic against Tauro could be devised to stimulate my pain.

I don't give a shit about that.

"... well, I'm sorry."

The aristocratic child, sighing heavily, walked away from me.

Then a few days.

Due to the high level of magic manipulation technology, my advanced in-class ranking grew with the precision of the golem.

Accurate, unparalleled, long-range attack magic sniping while traveling fast through the match venue was a nightmare for the opponent.

And I was part of an advanced in-class top group, not pushed or pushed now.

But there are not many voices that admire me.

"You said you won, but you won the advantage, didn't you?

"Light Arrow (Magic Missile) Hit it and earn points, but in fact, there's no damage."

"Yeah, well, if it was an actual battle, it wouldn't help.... Oh, I'm sorry it happened. If it works enough to surprise you for a moment, it does."

"Something's wrong with the rules."

"Poking through the rules is cowardly, isn't it?

"Whether it's cowardice or not, as a knight pilot's deed, you can't"

If it's a voice like this, I have a drink.

Not only among students, but also among some instructors.

One instructor eagerly advised me to do melee combat.

But I didn't obey.

Since then, my response to me has been very cold.

Seems like someone else with a smile and advice before.

The last words I received were:

"Talent and character are different things."

It was a very warm thing.

Just the way I fought, even my personality was denied.

In such a lovely atmosphere, the most important event in the Pilot's School, the 'Regular Practical Exam', began.

I'm standing in a game venue for a regular practice exam.

Soon, it's my game.

Closest to the Knights is the Advanced Class.

The ranking of advanced classes through regular practice exams leads directly to the path to the Knights.

The ranking is determined by:

Thirty-two people belonging to the upper class are divided into eight groups of four.

Then, there will be a total win in the divided group, with the top two players in the group entering the final tournament.

Four of the top players in this tournament will participate in the Knights' practice on the recommendation of the Pilot's School.

"All right, let's do it"

My goal is to steer the knight.

To do this, we can't stop here.

I slap both cheeks gently.

(If you win, reward yourself)

Hang carrots on yourself.

Again, the reward for times like this is the staple of different worlds, food.

(Parent-child bowl!

I still think of dishes I've never eaten in my life, and I smile sloppily.

In this world, if it's Wang Du, there must be a store to serve it.

Magic girl and a former magic girl who retired and became a mother. Imagine yourself struggling against those two.

In my head, a former magic girl is trying to force me to wear my old costume.

... Mukumuku and I came motivated.

I got into the mock cockpit.

I thought my countermeasures were being worked out, and I was nervously trying to win the total.

But now, I was losing my word.

The reality was, far beyond my expectations, ruthless.

(I didn't expect everyone to avoid a game with me)

Three people who joined the same group treated me like I wasn't there.

My win-out is confirmed, so I don't want to waste my magic on chase.

Resources want to turn around to get one frame left.

That seems to be the case.

(Well, about this, you can)

I shoot my opponent with an arrow of light (Magic Missile) and Pessi Pessi Pessi.

The person who threw the battle is just standing there, so if you hit a few shots, my advantage win is confirmed.

It's just that the opponent had that nigga laughing brother, so he's giving it a little bit of a whiff.

By the way, Niyanya Laughing Brother and I are talking about an uncomfortable guy who got tangled up every time during lunch and kicked the foot off the table.

(Here, here)

I keep shooting pessipessi and stubbornly.

I guess I'm originally intolerant. At first he ignored it and remained shot, but it boiled quickly and he started chasing me.

(Damn, use more magic. Damn, use more)

I'll act to help him consume his magic.

A little, the guy who regains his cool, stops.

I shoot more nasty and pessimistic than I did earlier and make him chase me again.

By the end of the game, the amount of magic he had was down a lot.

You realize the failure, you look blue.

You're a loser

When I backed him up in my heart, I got ready for the next game.

The total win ended and the first day of the regular practice exam ended.

I am, of course, at the top of the group entering the tournament.

The other one in the same group has braided big tits.

Nail the sight of the venue, it's a rare item holder.

Many men will be pleased that she was able to enter the tournament.

By the way, Niyaniya Laughing's brother was a total loss of all battles with his magic drain pulling his tail.

Results from regular practice exams are heavy.

Intermediate class, they might send you back.

I'm sad.

There was a presence that Tauro called "Grandpa Goblin" affectionately.

At the end of the century.

I was just finishing sowing.

"Guru?"

But the desire still doesn't subside.

Find the next prey.

In sight, a young field entered.

Grandpa Goblin didn't get lost, or just reflexed without thinking about it, and hit a young field.

"Grrrrrrrr!"

As usual, sow.

But then, it wasn't always the same.

The field jumped out of the waves.

"Graaaaaa!"

They squeeze the seeds out.

Thousands of times I've sown it before, but it was the first time I've been squeezed out.

Eventually, the field became quiet.

Don't move while you're lying down.

Slight, repeated cramps.

Grandpa Goblin is confused.

I've never experienced anything like this before.

I look around at my surroundings as if I were a jerk.

There were no other guests waiting for this field.

If you don't mind.

Grandpa Goblin, in the same field, went to sow again.

"Grooooooooo!"

At the same time they sow seeds, they are squeezed out of them.

Same as earlier.

The fields cramp violently.

Feels good.

My body feels good too, but my heart feels better than that.

I've never met a field so responsive to my opponent before.

Grandpa Goblin's vision narrows rapidly. Redness increases in vision.

That was the first time Grandpa Goblin was in a state of versatility.

I can't think of anything else at the earliest.

Sowing seeds, feels good.

Sowing seeds, feels good.

Grandpa Goblin kept sowing seeds forever.

Grandpa Goblin's sowing continued until the cleaning lady reported to the store, "Something terrible is going on," and the shop men rushed to peel it off.

Grandpa Goblin banned the end of the century from entering and leaving the whorehouse because of the violation of "no continuing occupation" and the fierce resistance when it was stripped.

Tuning to Savory, which Tauro thought was a good idea and targeted Grandpa Goblin.

It was only ironic that that turned out to be the cause of Grandpa Goblin's ban on entry and exit.