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

"Well, you can play whatever you want."

Live in touch with the idols and contact from the core of your body in a live venue.

That's what the Alliance Commander said to me, thanking you for bringing me there.

(Will the guild leader not play here?)

Question and ask questions.

"What will the Alliance Leader do?

Then, there was a place where I wanted to go.

I worry a lot.

Touch concerts are difficult to throw away, but I was also interested in where the guild leader wanted to go.

In the first place, I'm still oblivious to this world. The world-renowned Idol Group doesn't have a pin on its value right now.

Decide your mind and make it your word.

"Let me make a statement myself."

Hearing it, the guild leader gave a complex look.

"... because my hobby doesn't seem to be common. Tauro, I don't know if I can invite you."

"It's okay."

I assure you, keep your chest up.

Guild chief showed a strange face.

"I've seen a guild leader in a whorehouse before."

And explain.

I saw it at the end of the century in a whorehouse. The guild leader's style of play, he said it was never a bad idea.

With that in my ear, the guild length's eyes glowed with girallies.

"If that's all you have to say, follow me."

That's what I say. I'm going outside.

I wondered how far I was going, what a f-rank refusal to return to the gate and exited to the outer periphery of the temple.

Plus, down the stairs to the basement.

And stopped in front of a big black door.

Is it an unpopular place, with few people around?

"This is the door to sin. If we go first, we can't turn back."

Swallow the word, gokuri and spit.

In the name of that terrible door, remember fear.

But if you turn back here, you'll regret it. I don't want to regret it.

"I'm coming."

I reply.

The guild length gently bent up the edge of his mouth, with his right hand, and signaled to follow.

On the side of the door, a person with a full hood and therefore no good view of his face, sat at the reception.

The guild leader signaled the person and received two bundles of paper.

"This is a pardon."

The guild length description begins.

"Behind this are the women who have sinned and are about to buy it"

I ask quietly.

"This is the temple of the god of business, sin can be done quickly with gold. But those who don't have the money are behind this."

I see, I nod.

"That's where this immunity is. By giving it to a woman, you can pay for it."

And give me a bunch. One pardon note, one silver coin, and that's 20, they say.

"But this is the temple of the god of commerce, and even if the deal is good, the charity is not allowed."

So, go on with the words.

"If you ascend and pack, give them a immunity note. If they reach it, so be it."

(Does that mean that if one of you is satisfied, you can give him a pardon as a price?)

While I was convinced, I questioned it.

If they lie to you.

The absolution mark is not free.

One silver coin is generally worth a lot to me anyway.

Suppose someone bought one immunity note and came to enjoy the price.

What happens if it starts in seconds and they say, "You've reached it, give me a immunity note"?

When I questioned him, the guild leader looked at me with a frivolous eye.

"You're here to buy sin. What happens when you lie to God"

... If you ask me, you were certainly right.

I apologize.

That's what the Alliance Commander kept saying to me.

"The women gathered here came to buy sin, poor amateurs. Perhaps not those who work in whorehouses."

The guild leader's tone is more serious than ever.

"I mean, whorehouses want standards like appearance, age, skill."

I realize what that word means, and I'm happy.

"So the men are biased. Some will soon be absolved, but those who do not will never be forgiven for their sins"

Then it would be too pitiful. And the guild leader said, looking lonely.

"So, Mr. Tauro. I want you to follow my path today."

My eyes look right at me.

I nodded deeply. I already knew what the Alliance Commander was going to say.

The Alliance Commander seemed surprised by my prompt response.

He asks me to confirm.

"This is Shura's way. If there is an ugly woman, he slashes an ugly woman, if there is an oak, he slashes an oak. I'm not allowed to choose. It's a must-see."

"I know. Together, let's go save him."

To my smile, the guild leader narrowed his eyes, as if to see something dazzling.

"... thank you, Tauro."

So I make one suggestion because of this.

"Would you like to play a battle?

One eyebrow of the guild length turns up in doubt.

"Win a bunch of absolution marks if you run out first. If you lose, you pay for the other person's immunity."

I guess you weren't willing to let me pay for it. Guild chief laughed heavily after putting aside a moment.

"It's funny. Tauro, you're really funny. I thought I'd give you a ride."

"Well, when we run out, we'll meet here."

I laugh back, too.

The two slowly pushed open the 'door to sin'.

And he stepped inside to save the women suffering from sin.

I was dreaming that night.

A woman in front of me is talking to me.

The face is neat, the teeth are white, and the lines are good.

Besides the excellent style. The waist is thin, but it's out.

And it's pretty shell-shaped.

You can call me quite a beauty.

'Well, once a week from now on. Well, you're coming to see me on Purity Week, right?

I nodded.

You're gonna make a reservation about me, right? Be sure to extend it. All right?

Of course not. Such a beautiful woman deserves it.

'Yes, well done. This is a reward. "

A beautiful woman leaned back and looked in front of my hips.

I look to my umbilical Tanda in anticipation of the reward I will receive.

... there, Elder Rich was opening a large mouth with no teeth and showing a deep, pitch-black oral cavity.

"Stop. Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Screaming, jumping out of bed.

Look around.

It was a super luxurious hotel room with luxurious decorations.

"... a dream"

I'm surprised by the sleeping sweat, by the nightmares that are so real. My heart beats rough, too.

It's because of Shura's path.

I guessed the cause of the dream.

Women who wish to buy sin but cannot be saved. We went to battle with the Alliance Commander to save such people.

(It was spectacular)

It was far beyond my expectations.

Every night, women gather for salvation.

A woman who couldn't reach out for salvation from anyone shows up the next night as well.

Best of the best left until the end as a result of such repeated rounding choices.

That's what we were dealing with.

(I was going to be ready but still sweet)

I feel painful.

The first woman to speak appeared to have a crowded style and young skin texture to see from later on.

But the moment she looked back, her head was smeared white.

(Evil god!)

The only thing that came to mind behind my brain that stopped thinking was that word.

The parts on her face are not bad in themselves, I think. But that exquisite balance created an unexpected anxiety and physiological fear for the beholder.

(she's not the only one special)

There were also oaks, fishermen, Lizardmans, meat chunks Meatballs, and various women. They are all human beings, not the sub-people Demihuman.

There were some old ugly witches, but they were among them.

Moreover, they wore makeup so intensely that even this.

Every time I wander, the scaly powder splashes.

The smell of perfume is also terrific.

In conjunction with the smell of makeup, I felt sick enough to kneel in one breath.

On the other side of "The Door of Sin," those women were hissing.

(Guild leader, you're great)

I offer my sincere respect.

The battle was my loss. The guild leader was already relaxed when I returned to the rendezvous point with the sun value.

But that's not what got me in awe.

All I've done is take down the opponent by procedure and push the absolution mark.

But the Guild Commander has fired on all of his opponents, offering them immunity tokens along with gratitude.

(It is only by satisfying the other person that you gain dignity as a woman)

And the women I met today were undoubtedly hungry for that pride.

The Guild Commander will have remembered his joy when he saw his weapon rise against him.

And the thought of self-affirmation would have sprung up in the bump of life I felt in myself.

"I haven't thrown it away, either."

Pride that had been decaying due to the long days of failure to obtain salvation. That must have come back some time ago.

The liquid given by the guild length should have been literally water of life, poured into dry, dying grass.

I see a small, warm-looking old man in my heart.

Surviving all difficulties, getting you up, mental strength.

No matter how it goes, take it to the end, strong will.

All of them come from the heart of mercy, wanting to save them.

Already to me, the guild leader was a saint.

(miracle required for saint certification, it has already been done)

They even took it to the target for launch. What do you call this without calling it a miracle?

If you're referring to the number of miracles, it's only twenty today, complete in the first few minutes, such as two miracles.

If you disagree, try opening the door to sin.

I'm mentally destabilized by nightmares, and I let my anger roll, even though nobody's arguing or anything.

I immediately noticed that funny and shook my head.

(Let's drink some water and take a shower)

I wandered off to the bathroom.

At the same time.

A hangar for the Old Lady, a merchant guild owned knight, near the east gate of the kingdom.

There, a herbivore was buried in a pile of materials.

It's research data from the old lady Old Lady and Wand Rifle, as well as book documents borrowed from the library and the Royal School of Magic.

The herbivore sits shallow in his chair and looks up at the ceiling.

(Old Lady, who are you?)

Think blurry.

After the Heavy Stone Golem, all the demonic squares that should have been elaborately written all over the old lady's Old Lady had disappeared.

All are auxiliary demon squares designed to move knights efficiently with less magic.

They burned it all down when they poured too much magic into it.

(That white smoke was the remains of the burnt demon squares, right?)

Now, I think so.

Then what does Tauro mean by "when white smoke stops, strength returns"?

(Did the auxiliary magic team interrupt the expression of a large amount of magic power?)

Did all the auxiliary magic formations burn out so that they could convert Tauro's excessive magic power into output?

Think of it that way, only the muscles go through.

(What about skeletal "frame" strength? If you know the strength of the old lady Old Lady, your skeleton Frame would have bent better before defeating the opponent)

I don't know.

The same goes for the wand Rifle.

The current wand Rifle has several built-in subtle auxiliary magic formations so that even less magic can produce high output.

But that old wand, Rifle, depicts nothing but the art of arrows of light (magic missiles).

Naturally, magic efficiency is not good. It's too simple and outdated.

In fact, if there were any other weapons that could be used by arrows of light (magic missiles), or if Tauro had said it could be another attack magic, he would have let them use other weapons.

(... that ladies with experience have many secrets?)

Damn, this is why women are. And, ignoring my own little experience with women, speak up.

And he made a big stretch on the chair.

(You really are a mysterious woman, worthy of the name of the old lady Old Lady, you are)

Wiping his face with both hands, he murmured and disappeared into the locker room.