Born as a self-repairing unit of the Holy Sword Battleship, 'Serial You' ended its short life.
It was less than 20 minutes of my life, but it gave us valuable information.
The body disappeared without a trace, and only my shirt was stained on the ground, serial. It was left over your marks.
I decide to combine the pipes that were falling to create a simple grave marker and offer prayers. The shirt is made to weave feathers on top of the tomb mark. At least for the next thousand years and way ahead. May you sleep in peace, and.
"Something..."
"Hmm?"
Eyes on the strange side of Lentomia.
"I just remembered. When I first met Greg, he was chased by a big white slime, wasn't he?... I mean, it actually looked like 'I'm out'"
…… Come on, don't joke about it. "
My memory (...) is starting from a meadow closer to Hikarika Mina.
Suddenly, he remembered the kind of shock thrown into the world and the surprise and fear of the giant Buyo Buyo slime coming after him from behind.
"I was with Faria and Ergonaut then. Running away from the white, big slime as Gugle rolled over from across the hill when he noticed..."
Follow the thread of memory and hack.
It's like, serial. I was wondering if that was similar to the moment you were born. That's what Lentomia wants to say.
Unexpectedly stare at your own hands. I freely create invisible magic threads (MagiWire) and use them as magic. That draws a magic formation and expands the boundaries. Furthermore, mucus magic (Sloudou) can be generated and manipulated freely. Depending on how you use mucus magic (Sloudou), you can defend, attack, or even "wrap yourself around".
Serial, you also called it "rolling out the exoskeleton."
Then what the hell am I?
Are you really a wizard who tells the world?
No way...... just like you serial......?
Stupid.
"Well, even so. I'm me. There's no way you're going back to slime if you say that now."
Put up a vanity and make me laugh.
"Of course Greg is Greg. Don't worry, you're a bloody person. I have a temperature..."
Lentomia stretches out her arms and touches her bare chest peppered from between the cloaks of the wise man.
"Stop it, it tickles!
"I'll make sure of your heart, okay?
"Well, good thing we're friends..."
Fairy Metius laughs oho.
"So, Greg. What are we going to do now?
Lentomia, away from me, has settled in the right place. I'm dressed as a cloak of sage over my upper body naked, but it's the South, so I'd be forgiven for a word of it.
"Right...... Today's purpose in the first place was fulfilled with this. Let's go back."
Time is near noon. It's a good time to go back.
"Agreed. The mysterious magic fluctuations of the unidentified seemed to have occurred in the process of 'serial you' being generated. Reason is convincing."
"Right. For the future exploration of authentic relics, let us seek the instructions of Lord Tukinamus Frontinus, the leader of the World Tree Development Office (Yugdpioneer)."
Communicate what you have seen and learned here today to help you discover the relics of the future Holy Sword Battleship.
You'll be organizing an exploration team, splitting it up and exploring it.
I started going back the way I came with Lentomia and the fairy Metius.
On the way home, we'll take the road uphill, spearheaded by 'Full' and 'Blurb'.
"... Nevertheless, Greg"
"What?
Lentomia is looking serious at what time, and I'm thinking of something.
"'Serial you' was kind of talking about a lot of things, wasn't it? Failure or repair rate."
"Um, sure."
When I think of it, Serial, you were really rapping, and there was so much I knew and so much information that I didn't think you were born.
It's as if it was embedded in your brain from the beginning.
- The repair rate is 19.2 percent.
- Self-repair unit… I mean, our emergency generation has begun.
- Combat Command Station (C I C), part of the storage medium (storage) compartment of the central demonic guidance operation room (enclosure) protected by an ultra-hard outer shell directly below
"Well, I got information from some kind of magical communication, and I was just talking about it..."
For example, in a mechanism like Gugle's The Magic of Reading a Book from a Distance.
Lentomia whispered.
"... na!?
I mean - "Search Magic (Ggol)"? Or if serial kun was born and used equivalent (...) magic......
"Well, I don't think so."
There is a faint light in Lentomia's eyes as if he could not stand it cheaply. Shake the backwardness and darkness of sharing magical secrets with me.
"Like sage Grecas or me...... do the search magic (GOAL)?
"It's possible."
Unexpectedly stop and think to the whisper of the fairy Metius. Exhale with the excuse of being a little tired uphill.
"Serial, as you were born with knowledge embedded in advance. Just 'remembered' that would not be convenient or enough for the purpose of repairing damaged areas... For example, we will have to carry out repairs while working with other individuals with up-to-date information on damaged areas."
To deduce, the existence of some sort of information and communication by magic would be a must.
Read the info... I mean, it would be more convenient if a mechanism like 'Search Magic (Ggol)' were to be embedded in the serial you would be a 'biological golem for repair'.
The moment I came to that thought, I remembered the shock as if struck by lightning.
Could it be that from the 19.2 percent repaired Holy Sword Battleship - its book "Part of the Storage Media (Storage) compartment of the Central Demonic Instruction Operator's Office (Enclosure)," or something, Serial, you were getting information in real time?
"No way, no way..."
Expand the fearful Tactics Display. Search for the word in search magic (google).
- Central Magic Instruction Operation Room (Enclosure), Storage Media (Storage)
The results were then displayed.
Books or stone slabs, strings pushed over and displayed something inorganic crystal-like glow, clearly different from such an information medium.
"Yikes!?
"Nooo?
"Greg, did you see anything?
- Connection Mode Emergencies
- Login: Open > Identification number (serial)? ■
The mark of ■ is flashing.
"What is it? Sage Grecas......"
Fairy Metius also peeks into Tactics and puts his neck behind him.
"Come on... This is somewhere... I remember seeing it"
Far past, no, no. I feel like I was looking at something similar in a distant memory of something else (...). That's a few times too. Some kind of symbol or numeric value.
"... yes!
Self repair (recovery) primitive body (unit), I'm sure you had a "number".
"Meti, serial, don't you remember your number?
"Uh... A34's... zero, I don't remember the rest"
"You mean 098701 in A34?
Lentomia said slurrily.
"That's it! Boulder Lentomia!"
"Eh heh, praise me"
"All right, all right."
- Identification number (serial): A34-098701
As soon as possible, "Central Magic Instruction Operation Room (Enclosure), Storage Media (Storage), Connection. Shared folder open for individual identification A34-098701. The indication" Access to various relevant information: permission "came to mind.
"We did it!
"This is..., the information on the Holy Sword Battleship you were looking at!?
Continued