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

In the Temple of God of Commerce, its deepest stage, the second day of the divine game had begun.

The first four fights of the day, the explosion-bottom sister, and the two proud manoeuvres of the kingdom, Mr. Cool, overwhelmed the opponent all the time and won.

"Whoa, you're that nun next"

It was a nun with an unusually long tongue who beat me yesterday.

"Ho, I wonder if they're lightning"

The Alliance Leader sees the opponent and speaks so.

Between his nose and lips, he's an old man with a well-maintained beard.

Is it meant to be stylish, with ribbons wrapped around the roots?

"Is it Lightning"

A strong old man tilts his neck. I don't seem to know.

I thought he was a well-known player, but he doesn't.

"I'm not a player I've been selling lately."

According to the guild chief, he's still close to anonymous, but he's rapidly making a name for himself.

That's the guild leader for the Merchant Guild, fast info.

And the Reapers, the Lightning, the two names look too good. I'm a doctor slime.

(I wonder what the characteristic based on the two names is)

Doctor Slime comes from the feeling of massage that cures illness and the women that it is going to melt.

Reapers will come from that look and the Great Sickle.

So, what's Lightning called?

I watched the two people on stage with interest.

Nuns are just as natural as they were yesterday. He smiles calmly as he claps in front of his chest.

Lightning against is socks naked. And like fencing, I stand with my hips down.

It's just different from fencing, with both hands raised diagonally instead of one.

The figure looked like a wing trying to wing.

It also looks like a dumb posture, but Fleure in the groin stares sharply at the nun.

"Begin"

The voice of the referee sounds quiet.

At that moment, Lightning disappeared.

(What?)

Paan, there is a similar sound to the bursting sound.

Lightning, at some point, was moving forward a few steps. I'm taking the same stance.

The nun unwraps her palms and holds her groin with her right hand. The gentle smile disappears and is a harsh expression.

"What happened?

An old man on the strong side asks, but I don't know either.

"Come forward, and you're back."

Only the guild leader seems to understand.

But I don't understand that explanation alone. The Alliance Commander controls me for further explanation.

"Look, let's go again. Take a good look."

I stare at my eyes like a plate.

Paan!

The same scene is repeated just now.

Lightning moves further forward momentarily and the nun is retreating in front of her.

The difference is my depth of understanding.

"He's jumping into his opponent's nose at once, slamming him in the poke, then leaving"

Right, and look at the guild leader.

The little old man nodded contentedly.

(Still, what a spring of a body)

He jumped too fast and looked like he had disappeared.

The thin and sharp body snaps through the gap between the nun's fingers and taps into the tip.

And faster than the opponent's counterattack, he kicked the ground and took the distance.

A literal blow away, just thunderbolt Lightning.

Paan!

In the next attack, the nuns were hunted down to the off-site line critical.

Her forward leaning posture deepens and her expression is in a hurry.

Because the attack by the long-sought tongue is sealed.

Paan! Paan!

Lightning's unleashed streak made the game move a lot.

At first sight, a nun fell from her back in a position where she could no longer fall back.

As Lightning advances steeply, she straps one of the nuns' legs up to her right shoulder. And in the steep spot where he became defenseless, he shoved a second shot into the pattern.

Kakah!

At the next moment, Lightning's hips move with strange noises.

At the same time, a nun glanced at him.

"What?!

I don't understand what's going on and raise my doubts.

Kakah!

See you later.

And a nun, bored like crazy.

"... the Lightning Sword."

(Lightning Sword! This sounds great again)

Again, the lightning system, there are many good names.

The guild chief explained to me how envious and jealous I am.

"They say he releases three punches in one breath."

Even during the explanation, the earlier sound and followed by the nun's whisper.

"Besides, those three punches all capture the opponent's steeple."

Hearing the Guild Leader explain, I stare to eat in and clear my ears.

Knock, knock, knock! I can hear it.

I thought you meant it.

The nun tries to escape by twisting herself.

But it's hard with one leg held up. Besides, if you run back, it's off-site.

Three sets of set attacks continue, as does the voltage of the nun's voice.

The nun used both hands and tried desperately to unravel them.

But Lightning is holding the nun's shoulder tightly on one leg and keeping her torso tight. And he was only moving his lower body, at high speed.

(At first glance, it looks convulsive, but has a solid foundation)

I noticed that.

From our seats, we can see Lightning's back. That's why I know that Lightning's dirty ass depicted the exact word "of" in the universe.

A rough but delicate "of" painted with a powerful brush. If you put it in a book with a brush, you could be elected to a calligraphy exhibition.

(It's not something you get overnight. tens of millions)

Convinced of the bloody efforts of Lightning, fear sprouts.

He's not a world ranker like Reaper, but I don't think Lightning is inferior.

In the context of the move called Lightning Sword, there is undoubtedly a distracting stack of workouts.

I was sincerely glad to see more than one strong man and to have come to the Holy Capital.

"I was a frog in the well."

I tell my neighbor softly.

The guild chief nodded calmly.

"I just realized it was worth bringing in."

I bow my head to the guild leader with all my heart.

Almost alike, cheers boiled around.

"Winner, Individual Join D!

The referee was telling me.

The nun is protruding her long tongue sharply into the air, cramping her body.

In my eyes staring at the universe, there is no focus. Is it compatible with God or something that is not in this world?

The battle against Lightning was one-sided.

But nuns are not easy opponents. I know that very well.

(Compatibility is true)

That's what I thought in retrospect of my current game.

The nun's tongue could not capture the lightning repeatedly striking off at high speed.

I couldn't bring it into her must-have pattern of unilaterally attacking her tongue without letting her in.

(Totally a guy named Man and Woman, deep down)

I shook my head left and right and sighed.

A majestic building built high and magnificent in the heart of the Wang capital. That is the headquarters of the Knights.

At the top floor, in the senior pilot's quarters, the senior pilots were interested in chatting.

The junior pilots have a huge job and work to shred their sleep, but that doesn't matter to them.

"What happened to the next new arrival?

One asks the old man.

About a young man who took part in training from the Pilot's School and was hired by himself.

Immediately after joining the Knights, newcomers are given several challenges. As a result, it can be divided into advanced, intermediate, and lower levels.

"You're intermediate."

To that answer, a voice of disappointment rises.

The new entrant was the son of a middle-aged aristocrat and was expected to enter the Senior Pilot.

"What caused it?

"That's your last assignment. It was difficult, but I did everything I could, and I did it."

Then no, voices can be spoken everywhere.

Unlike the usual exams, that task was expected to fail.

The challenge given to newcomers is only to ascertain "the character of the pilot".

There are challenges that cannot be solved simply by confronting them with dignity.

In order to become a senior pilot, that should not be solved.

I will turn my hand around and work it out, then it will be no different than the people of the humble city well. Such a person cannot be recognized as a senior pilot, the so-called "true pilot".

"... by the way, did you hear about the Heavy Stone Golem?

When another shook the subject, the pleasant air had disappeared from the room.

"I'm listening. The Knight of the Merchant Alliance knocked him down."

The shaken old song man makes an uncomfortable look.

"You think you knocked him down with one horse? In the alley, there seems to be even those who believe in bullshit, such as being stronger than the knights of the Knights."

Those who shook it, they stare at me.

The people around them talk to each other, and the fools talk to each other, so ignorant people talk to each other.

"You, you've been out to school until this time. What do you say? The Merchant Alliance pilot."

Until recently, the young man, who had been a teacher at the Pilot's School, had a blatant expression of contempt.

"It was famous. As a coward."

Surrounded by the word, ask for a detailed explanation.

The young man did not break his despised face and continued his words.

"Thoroughly avoid crossing swords, flee around, and carry out magical attacks from afar. And he was the worst."

To that explanation, everyone distorts their expressions as if they had been poked dirt in front of them.

"What, a thief?"

The old man threw up.

Poke a gap in the rules and plunder the victory. It was the business of thieves to spit on for the senior pilots.

Rules are not just written in the rulebook. It's written in my heart. That was their idea.

"Heby Stone Golem could have just discovered the body."

Doesn't that refer to you as defeated?

Continuing to say so, the young former instructor affirmed.

"He can do it."

Hearing it, those around them roar.

The young former teacher's face has a strong joy in his story gathering everyone's ears and eyes.

But I don't think folk grass will know that.

In the words of some, the voice of consent is followed by dissatisfaction.

"Looks like we've been on track lately. We have to find out someplace once."

There was a strong vote in favour of that statement.

Some of them were growing dissatisfied with the Merchant Alliance. Recently, there has been an extreme decrease in the number of bribes from the Merchant Alliance.

The Knights had asked for cooperative contributions to the Merchant Guild whenever the Knights of Kannon ceremony, the inauguration ceremony, the Synod ceremony, etc.

Payments to them have not changed. As always.

What has changed is the money that comes around to the individual pilot.

I haven't been to the store lately because of them.

One of the leading senior pilots thinks with anger.

He had several whorehouses set aside in his name.

I go to that whorehouse prosperously, and make the payment come from that savings.

The savings have not been made recently. Because of that, he wasn't able to play.

(Well, even if you keep your head down now, you won't talk to the Adventurer Alliance anymore.)

That's what I've decided.

So far the Merchant Guild has brought a story to the Knights if the Adventurer Guild does not move.

Then he goes to the Adventurer's Guild and tells him, "It's time for the Knights to move".

The Adventurer's Guild, hearing about it, decided, "Is the lifting of the value also the limit around here?" and took the request of the Merchant's Guild.

For this reason, he had received a bribe from both sides from the Merchant Alliance as a presence to exert pressure on the Adventurer Alliance and from the Adventurer Alliance by giving him information before the Knights moved.

(So is the Adventurer's Guild. I won't tell them anymore.)

The Adventurer's Guild was giving gratuities for the rewards he taught me. Now that the Merchant Guild has stopped talking to the Knights, naturally, no thanks have been paid either.

But it doesn't matter to him.

All he feels is dissatisfaction with the fact that he can no longer play in the whorehouse.

When the venue began to be filled with cursing at the merchant guild, its pilots, and even the adventurer guild, a loud banging noise rang.

"Gentlemen, even when you think about guilds and thieves, you're just going to lose your mind."

Like a lion's tenderness, a magnificent man with long white hair and beauty pronounces words.

A thick, tense voice.

The pilots shut their mouths and wait for the next word.

From that appearance, the strength of the man's position was questioned.

"First, let the ignorant fools know the strength of the Knights. That's the point."

Didn't I? Everyone consents one after the other to the question.

The man nodded contentedly, opening his mouth again.

"The enlightenment of the people is also the service of our 'true pilot'. It's tough, but it has to be done."

To the words, the murderous air until earlier, loosens all at once.

From all over, I couldn't help but hear voices like that.

(... there are limits to keeping their grievances out of the way, too. I need to think of something.)

A magnificent man with long white hair and beauty sighs in his heart.

The increasing pressure among the senior pilots was more than expected.

(And as soon as I can)

The chief of the knights frowned and sank deeply into the sea of thought as he moaned his prized white beauty.