My Glasses Will Be Able to Conquer the Whole World, I Suppose.

You're stunned.

"-!?

He seemed quite surprised, but I was also quite surprised.

Yeah, it's pretty good.

"Mask-shaped glasses" won't be on the surface any more than usual, but I'm surprised you accidentally opened your mouth underneath the mask.

Hentai.

"Heh, hentai......!?

Don't you say that.

I was surprised again. I didn't mean to call me Hentai. What is this hentai?

............... I'll tell you about people too... hey!

I'm the arr as a disguise eventually, so I'm the arr, and that guy who likes to dress like that is more of a real hentai!

I was running through a city of lawlessness with only a few moonlights.

I climb onto the roof of the building, see the full story from a little high, and see what a prominent building it is.

Exactly. Few people walk outside at this hour, but they're not.

who are drunk with alcohol.

Who is losing his mind to sleep when someone bumps him out.

Those who are trying to strip the mindless of their bodies.

If I let him take off his shoes, he would probably cough up and vomit hard because of the smell he was wearing.

Late night crime seems to be rampant, so it's still easier to move this roadless road than to go the road in due course.

Besides, this roofing move seems to go very well with "Materialization/Sandwalk".

This "literacy" is the result of the appraisal "no footsteps. No footprints." I only had information, so I set it up for a try.

I think this is quite an amazing "material" thing.

First of all, as the information suggests, "no footsteps" and "no footprints left".

Looks like you can walk "without leaving any footprints".

Strangely enough, even though I myself feel my weight on the back of my foot, the ground I'm treading on the back of my foot doesn't seem to hang my weight, etc.

I don't know if this is correct, but I think it is close to interpreting it as being just a little floating from the ground that cannot be discerned by the naked eye.

I'm not grounded in the scaffold.

Tension like a membrane of magic, no weight has occurred down there.

So I think it's "no footsteps" and "no footprints left". By reason.

"Maternity" is a lot like magic, so I don't think "walking in the sand (sandwalk)" registered from cats is one of them.

I'd like to ask the owner a lot, but that won't happen. I'll have to try and discover for myself.

- By the way, the "Stormdragon" I signed up from the Dragon hasn't tried it yet and I'm not willing to try it now.

Unlike "Sandwalk", this one has no previous information.

Because I'm so scared of suicide bombing.

So I'm going to settle down a lot and then pay attention to the safety aspects before I try.

See, maybe if I used it, a storm would suddenly swirl and my arm would start flying with Pern... and there might be an irrevocable accident like that.

'Cause it's "dragon literacy."

I don't think there's anything strange about it, even if it's extra "material" for people.

In the first place, "demonic material" still cannot be used without the potential and flesh that the demon possesses - well, now is the time around it okay? I'm not going to try it right now.

That's why even a borough shed with brittle, thin slabs on the ceiling has never been able to make a sound that squeaks without pushing through, and is able to travel without being distracted by the family under his feet.

There are quite a few high and low differences in the roof, but the road is basically narrow, so it feels like you could go anywhere even with roofing.

Assuming there's a slightly wider path down there and it's unlikely to reach the other side if you jump.

"- Okay."

You can fly with "Materials and Floats" registered from “Paper Swallow (Swallow)", Sash's Master of Spears.

"Floating" is a "material" that allows you to manipulate your own weight.

Difficult timing, but by activating it at the moment of stepping through and losing weight, it can fly a lot.

This is also a "cultivation" that I want to practice a little more.

That's all I can do right now, but I was really comfortable manipulating them.

Using "floating" and "walking in the sand (sandwalk)," we run around lawless cities and look around at various places.

This country, roughly speaking, seems to be snoring and giddy circular.

From what I've seen, I wonder if the compartment can be divided into six parts.

First of all, the area where I entered the country and was wound up with "glasses" or sucked with "stink bags" is the commercial district.

Including stalls and shops, it's a lot of shopping.

From there, around the right, it feels like a whorehouse district, an artisan district, an agricultural district, a wealthy district, a slum district. Well, it doesn't seem to be evenly divided.

Just by the size, the agricultural district was the biggest.

Because there were fields that would support the food situation in this country.

As a lawless country, it was a splendid field, to the extent that it was out of place.

It's dark now, and I don't know what I'm growing because I haven't seen it nearby, but I made sure some plant was growing properly.

It's not left like a worn outer wall.

The next big thing is the wealthy zone.

It was a quiet and beautiful place with a big building lined up like a whorehouse street mansion where I was taking care of, and this again didn't seem like a lawless country.

Anyway, there's a gatekeeper standing in front of each mansion.

Isn't it the most security equipment?

Commercial districts, whorehouse districts, and craftsman districts, I think, are more or less the same size.

However, there were several facilities in the craftsman's district, which is probably a blacksmith's kiln that deals with metal, but I don't think many people work there themselves. I don't think there are many craftsmen.

The smallest was in the ghetto.

There was a line of ruins that people didn't think they could live in, but I guess someone still lives there.

All the buildings I see are worn out, and it's only natural that there are holes in the walls, and there were signs of reinforcement many times.

Few people slept in miscellaneous fish on the table, and all they were wearing were awful crude...

Xanto, who blends into Heidiga's ghetto with his little filth, was so much worse that he still seemed decent.

I don't know how many people live there, but with some goodwill and charity, I think water would be a good place to burn stones as well.

... Well, I'm curious.

I didn't see it in Heidiga or Wangdu, but I also saw a sleeping child outside here... not that I want to do anything about it, but I wonder if it's a muscle difference I move...

- And well, this is roughly how it is.

I just want to take a closer look, but I just have to avoid going home late.

As Dinawood said, I don't want my belly searched with unwanted seeds of suspicion.

So that's about as good as it'll be for today.

It's after tomorrow that we stick the ground interest in our heads in detail, and it's time to head back to Whorehouse City.

And I looked back. There - there was Hentai.

Each other, the movement stopped.

He seems surprised over there, but I'm surprised too.

It's just that I had a black mask, and it was white over there.

He wears a leather white mask that covers his entire head and his eyes and mouth are open properly.

I'm sure it wasn't created with "qualities" like mine, but something I made for it properly.

Properly, for that, for hentai activities for hentai. I guess I made it.

I could tell by the irregularities in my body, but my opponent is a woman.

This is made up of a slightly thin silhouette, wearing the perfect black leather snail again.

A white cloak clustered over it looks dazzling in the light of the moon.

Cautious breasts, thin hips, buttocks like that. I think she's about the same age because she's in the same shape as me.

The long blonde hair and cape that came out of the back of the mask was nagging in the night breeze.

What color are your eyes... blue?

No, you're just not sure it's dark.

My head is turning properly.

But I can't move.

As if the cats accidentally put their eyes together, they can't move each other.

And I can't even look away.

- If you take your eyes off this hentai, you don't know what you're gonna do.

Maybe in case you're surprised or dare, look at me over there and think the same thing.

I'm leaving at this hour, and Hentai, who's not normal to see me dressed like that, can't be here for any reason.

…………

That's right.

I was thinking to myself, and now I finally realize.

- What is this hentai doing here?

Peeeeeeeee!!

A loud whistle echoed through the lawless land of sleep.

"A thief. -! Thief. - Whoa!

The moment someone's scream got in my ear, everything in me connected.

Thief...... you say?

- But faster than everything in me connects, for a moment.

"Sorry."

Hentai over there was moving.

It wasn't even a very wide time, but when I packed my distance from me with one leg, at height, I swung my long leg and let go of my upper kick.

Fast there.

But I can see it and I can see it round.

I deviated from my torso and did it awesome, and the minute I thought about what to do - something small flew off Hentai's fingertips.

I wasn't alarmed.

But it was almost released at the same time as the kick, and I couldn't avoid it.

It was just a move that I assumed I would normally avoid.

For a moment, I ate something shiny.

Don!

From there I touched it, a mysterious heavy impact ran as if it were a "maximum impact (full impact)" and my body was blown backwards.

- Hey. Oh, my God.

- Behind me, there's nothing (...).

Right behind me, it's the way.

He's on the roof of the building, so he falls.

I can't move any more than my body floats.

At the very least, set "float" to minimize drop damage.

And we're going after that hentai right away.

"- I found it! This fucking mud!!

I wanted to chase you.

The moment he fell, he was quickly surrounded by a large number of men.