Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

I keep thinking, but invincibility is the biggest dick in the world. To put it a little bit purely, it was so dicky that it could be simply defined as' The Invincible Burn is Followed by Amee '. If you feel that it doesn't seem like a pure expression at all, it is an illusion.

"You're such a cocksucker."

Now, take a good look. Today was the day when the fire was scheduled. Then I'll lie down to sleep. Oh, it's a fucking fire. I don't think I can sleep properly, but if I can barely sleep, then I have time to stand still. He stirs himself up by force against an unbelievable drowsiness, whips up a non-dreamy spirit, and endures many hours under the guise of invincibility. Then, when I lay down to sleep again after work, I can't sleep. Time only flows. But I can't sleep even if I'm lying awake. The pressure of having to sleep strikes the whole body. I can't sleep any more. It's hell itself. When I barely sleep, the morning suddenly comes to my mind. Can't you just listen to me and get the fuck out of here? I'm halfway psychotic right now.

"Be quiet."

"Oh, yes."

Tadaqtadaq, Modabal burns. The night breeze was cold. But it was close to the fire, so I didn't feel the cold, and I was just tired. I didn't have much to do, so I gathered the dried branches and fed them to the campfire.

The man who stood in the fire with him was a man named Turk, an employee of the Merchant Guild. He was a bizarre and overwhelming man. Only the rare words that came out proved that he had not forgotten how to speak. In other words, a man who doesn't speak as much as he doesn't have a thick head.

For at least two hours, they had to kill time, and the fire broke out, so it was just hard for people to stand together. If you don't do anything and sit still, time will stop. I've been looking around for that static moment, and I've been gathering dry branches, but, well, it's been 30 minutes. I don't know.

"Mister."

I spoke to Turk, who couldn't beat boredom.

"Mister."

But he did not react at all as if he were a rock. Ignoring a man's words is also to a certain extent a law. I was urged to pick up a branch and stab a cookie with it.

"Mister, you're running out of time. Are you kidding me?"

A joke was a kind of drip battle. The rule is to hit the drips you know one after the other, just like a duel, and the person who runs out of drips loses first. It's perfect when bored.

"Didn't I tell you to be quiet? Can't you see everyone's sleeping? I think they'll love it when they talk."

"What are you doing about Ivant?"

"..."

Turk said so chewing at my words, but I was lucky to ignore it lightly. You can't spit on a smiling face, even if you talk like this, it will work somehow.

"It's a little bigger than Krashheim. Is this your first time?"

Turk, who was about to close his mouth, answered my persistent question without winning. This allowed me to communicate with the bald man, Turk. It would be nice if you asked me for some helpful information.

"Oh, yeah. Are there any adventurers there who deserve to earn money?"

"Well... the best place to make a living as an adventurer is Krashheim. It's right next to the untapped zone. The monsters are overflowing when you go outside the gate. I think it's better there than Isvandt."

"Is that so? So Isvant doesn't have any adventurers?"

"There is, but the size of Krazheim is bigger."

Krassheim was the city where I left off, and Isvant was the destination. When I heard the explanation, I said that Krashheim would be better to catch monsters and earn a living.

"But if you're confident in your skills, the Isvant side might be better off."

"Is there something?"

"There are still a few unattacked dungeons near Isvant."

"What? Dungeon? Is there anything else in there?"

"I don't know if I've ever been there, but I've heard of your adventurers, your wizards, your lords' soldiers rushing towards you."

Roughly like that, time has passed. Turk was a very chatty man. I succeeded in obtaining some honey tips from him. By the way, the dungeon... was a bit of an interesting story. The dungeon was only a bad memory of knocking and squeezing all the tears out of the Kobolt Dungeon when I squeezed it, but now I can be proud that I'm stronger than ever. If you have time, you might want to go sometime.

"Good night."

"And you."

I woke up the next adventurer, lay down and close my eyes. I didn't think I'd be able to sleep. I raised my body temperature near the campfire, so I couldn't sleep better than I thought.

"--wow, fuck. It's already sunny."

It's only been three seconds since you laid down? It quickly became morning.

"Here we go!"

I barely got tired. Pure sleep was four hours or less. I'm doing this to earn 10 coopers, right? I'll never do anything like a long-distance mission from now on. Don't you have any sense how much you have to work while you're sleeping?

With horrible regrets behind it, the ascent was swift.

The skepticism of life is being pushed in like water. I think I'm sleepy.

After living here, there's nothing left of me. Why should I live? I don't even know when I'm going back to my hometown. One day I came suddenly, and hope that I would return suddenly, is long gone now.

I walked with my hatred of the world overlapping. I couldn't sleep, so I was exhausted and my negative emotions crawled up the smouldering floor.

If I don't smash something right now, I don't think the castle will be full. Poor people tend to be a little violent, and now I'm the only one.

It was time for a break, but I closed my eyes for a while, so it was instant again. I was furious that I wanted to sleep a little more. It was time to turn to anger.

Yeah, that was the time.

Events occurred around noon. - Urgh!

It happened instantly.

"Huh? Huh? Fuck?"

Someone bluntly shouted.

He seemed to have little practical experience or to lack immediate coping skills requiring term change. I felt like I was screwed at an all-time high, picked up one of the rocks and wrapped it around my sleeve.

It's a long habit. Humans are surprisingly weak creatures who can reach a goal with a single stone.

"What are these bastards?!!"

Another adventurer shrugs and shouts.

The bad-looking armed men surrounded the wagon in an instant. The armed men who lived in the mountains were the famous bandits. It was unbelievable. I shout out in awe of the ridiculous sight of the bandits suddenly appearing.

"Fuck!! These are the bandits who searched for Ame!!!! Fuck you, us!!!!"

I purposely shouted with exaggeration to inform the fools who had not yet grasped the situation. If you listen to me say "bandit," no matter how stupid I am, you'll know I'm fucked.

"Shut up!!!"

At that time, when the surprised people were about to roar, a bandit with iron breastplates that looked fine exclaimed nervously. At that time, the janitor was instantly silent. Is that the commander?

"What's stopping us from getting there?"

A middle-aged man in a green hat got off the wagon and hid behind the Merchant Corps and said so. What's going on? Of course you blocked the road ahead to rob the wagon.

"Don't move!"

I will call it Iron Chest Bandit, Captain Bandit for convenience. As the people on the upper side try to move, the Captain Bandit shouts again seizedly. At that end, everyone at the top looked at the middle-aged man in the green hat. He said, 'Once you're quiet, stay still.' I gave the instructions.

The blacksmith laughs strangely and opens his mouth to see if he likes the rotten silence.

"Cluckle, it's good to see you guys."

What's up, Gummon English buddies? It seemed no different than saying, "It was the voice of an unpleasant plunderer, as if a deep greed were flowing.

The anger seemed to soar even if I could hear my voice. If you don't, you'll be sleepy and annoyed, but I can't help but be angry because some morons suddenly stop you on the road. Suddenly, when you go through a fucking thing, anyone gets tired. I was so stubborn.

But while I was angry, I looked around honestly.

Unexpected developments, sudden Karden bandits. It was an extreme circumstance that would not be strange if not judged harshly and reasonably, even if you were cut to death right away. My body felt the threat of life and resounded to the best of obedience.

"My name... I don't know. I need you guys to listen to me for a second."

The number of bandits seemed similar to ours, and the state of the armed forces did not seem to be particularly special either. Most importantly, it was the only blacksmith who was wearing something like armor. It seemed like there was nothing different from what the adventurer decided to change the industry by hunting people, not just monsters.

Overall, it looked poor and tasteful. Above all, everyone was taller than me. My height, which grew up with proper nutrition on the modern earth, is close to 180 cm. The rest of the world may not know it well, but most of them have little hobbits than me. What's so important about combat? It's a weight class.

To conclude,

Are these bastards surprisingly cocky? I thought so.

"Ziggy. I'll make you a good offer. No, should I call it an offer? Do you guys know what a toll is? I want you to pay for it. No, I have to pay. Because this is our territory."

"Toll? What the hell does that mean? Are you the owners of this road?"

As the blacksmith roped up the bollocks, the middle-aged man in the green hat wondered. It was sarcastic, but the Captain Bandit didn't point out. Rather, he smiled and responded.

"Is your friend in charge? Okay. I don't think so, so let me explain. Of course, the win is ours. Do you know what" occupying force "means? That's it. So you guys have to make a choice."

"What do you mean?"

The merchant (a middle-aged man in a green hat) opens his eyes and looks around. It was a gesture that seemed to grasp the power of itself and its opponents. Numbers are similar, perhaps subtly called. If there's an ambush? Lose. At least my judgment was. If we fight head-on here, we will do great damage.

"Fight with us here, search everything, take all my property, pay the toll quietly, and go out for fun."

The atmosphere of the Captain Bandit, who was laughing and talking, changed dramatically. Given the attitude of the cock, I was not good at this once or twice. He was a professional murder robber.

"Oh, of course, it's not all about asking. How are we gonna eat and live if we take everything from the merchant? I have that kind of compassion. So it's only half of what you guys have. Just give me half and I'll quietly move on. I'll tell you in advance, if we hit them all, you're all dead. So let's make a deal. You understand? We don't want to shed useless blood either."

He said that and smiled satisfactorily with his arms as if he had made a very reasonable and very compassionate offer. 'Cancer, by the way.' He adds that he seems to be positive about his declaration.

I was so cocky that I couldn't stay rational anymore. I heard it quietly, so it was ridiculous, so I immediately felt a fever. How dare you try to take away others for free? I've been investing all day to make 10 coopers, shaking my fucking arse, what? If you hand over half the property, will you spare it?

"I want you to make a quick choice... I'll give you a minute. You don't all want to die, do you?"

"Kilkill."

"Come on, pay the toll."

The bandits were excited and buzzed. I decided to make the decision of the Old Testament by spitting between the yellow teeth. No, I couldn't take it anymore. I took out the stubble hidden in my sleeve. I told you before, my power helmet matches the Magic Bolt of Circle 1 Wizard (Brain Physical).

Get ready.

"I can't dry it!"

Shoot!

"Impulse déjà aah!!!!!"

In less than two seconds, I twist my body like a Major Rigger and throw a powerful spin. The target is, of course, the Captain Bandit.

- Wedges!

With a refreshing sound, a beautiful trajectory called a straight line flies across the ground.

"Huh? What the hell..."

- Paaaaaaaaah!

I heard a bang.

- Furry.

That was the end.

The careless Blacksmith couldn't avoid my Stonestone Bandit and took the Tranquilizer to his face. Face slump? Immediately, he collapses without even screaming. I went to the goal with a deceitful word. '

"ST-Like!"

I shouted, captivated by strange pleasures. All eyes in the bowel were focused on me. The bandits can't be trusted, and the adventurers seem to ask, "What the hell is going on?"

I picked out a sword that I didn't have anything to say.

"What do you see? Kill one or two people? You assholes, fight fast."