Lonely Attack on the Different World

In the northern part of the Ost continent, north of the Empire. Until recently, a paradise for magical beasts called the Spirit Forest existed there. Many different types of magic beasts were able to inhabit the forest because of the existence of the World Tree at its center.

The only existing outlet for magic power in this world.

This is the role of the giant tree that reaches 1,000 meters tall and the diameter of the circle drawn by the tips of its outstretched branches is 4,000 meters. The magic power is released high into the sky and spreads throughout the world.

It then slowly descends to the earth and the sea and returns to the earth to circulate. However, it is not evenly distributed, and the concentration of magical power around the World Tree is higher.

The grasses that grew up with the benefits of the tree created the Spirit Forest, which supported the bottom of the food chain.

However, that is only in the past now.

The reason was the elves and the humans. To be more precise, it was because the elves were involved in a conflict with the Empire, the largest and most powerful nation of the human race on the Ost continent.

The trigger must be the burning and destruction of a city of the Empire by the Elves who lived in the Spirit Forest.

The Imperial capital is next.

Terrified, the upper echelons of the empire launched an all-out counterattack. They set fire to the elven villages, along with the World Tree, which was used as a weapon by the elves. As a result, the worlds largest tree burned for several months before collapsing, and the elves lost their country.

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The stage is then set in the subterranean portion of the burned-out World Tree. We move to the deepest point of a giant hollow part of the tree. The walls, floor, and ceiling are all filled with arcane magic circles, and the space is filled with the pale light they emit.

In the center, sitting cross-legged, was a humanoid golem, about seventeen meters tall.

(If this goes on, it wont be long until I run out of magic power)

The elegant armor is a sign that it is the exclusive mount of the elven royalty. However, there is a large laceration on the breastplate, probably caused by a sword, and the pilots seat inside can be seen from the outside. An inaudible voice can be heard from the figure in the pilots seat.

The figures appearance, however, is not that of a living person. To put it bluntly, it was a Zombie.

(I have to do something.)

This zombie is a prince of the elven royalty who lost his life when he was buried alive in the Bloodless Revolution that took place hundreds of years ago. His innate possession of a great amount of magic power and hatred had transformed him into a lifeless, living entity.

To take ones life and to continue its own activities.

But there is no clear consciousness as there was when he was alive, and only these two desires remained in it.

Riding the Knight, it attacks the elves and feeds on their magic power-filled heads

He came following the principle of action of the dead who are jealous of the living, but he was stopped by an old warrior in full armor, the commander of the Imperial Army, and his single-bladed sword. After spending half a day regenerating, he saw a sea of fire.

(I dont wanna die.)

It also translates to I want to continue to exist. The place where the High Elves activated the magic circle for Five colored spear and arrows judgment enforcer. A place right underneath the hole its located.

Spirit Cannon main body.

It is a place that could be described as a machine room. The former prince, who had dredged up memories of his life during the crisis, escaped with his Knight to this place, following a passage known only to the royal family.

The roots of the World Tree still suck up some magic power from the earth and moisten the decayed body. However, the amount was decreasing with time, and it seemed that it would soon reach zero.

(Lets make a servant and make them gather some more.)

After forming a plan based on his instincts, the dead prince decides to carry it out. It was to give magic power to corpses that still wishes to live and make them a zombie. If they become like him, they will instinctively start to attack the living.

Half of the magic he gets is his parents share.

If he uses a contract to tie it up, although there needs to be an initial magic power investment, he should be able to get his share just by sitting and doing nothing.

However, if he put every magic power into making only one, the moment he lost it, it would also be the end for him.Th sourc of this conte/nt n/o/v/(l)bi((n))

(Small magic beast it is.)

Starting with a few of them. Fortunately, hes in the roots of the World Tree. If he put his consciousness on the roots in the shallow part, he can find the corpses that cling to life and turn them into undead.

(We should avoid danger for the time being.)

Something as fragile as an egg should never be put together in one basket. The zombie nodded in satisfaction at his own idea.

The scene flew all the way to the far southeast and landed at a school in the royal capital. A large banner was hung on the outer wall of the school building so that it could be seen from outside the premises.

Good luck to the Womens Flower Arrangement Division!

Thats what is written on it. The Flower Arrangement Main Tournament has finally begun. The womens club, coached by Cool-san, had managed to win up until now even though they got paired up against a strong opponent until the general match. The school was in a bit of a festive mood.

This is a clear indication of how popular the Flower Arrangement sport is.

The mamezanmai battle was awesome, wasnt it?

Classes were over and it was time for either club activities or leaving the school. In the classroom, a group of girls was standing around talking.

No matter how many times her opponent suck on her breast or crotch, she would always shake them off and fight back. If it had been me, I would have given up already by that point.

Attacking the three beans located on both breasts and between the legs with ones mouth and tongue. The other school called this Mamezanmai and trained it as a powerful technique.

She made her opponent take her mouth off her beans and made her scream, so I guess that means that our fingering technique feels even better than that.

I want to be touched by her.

The girls were excited. They were not expected to win the tournament, so they were very enthusiastic in their conversation. However, a comment came in that put a damper on their excitement.

You guys just caught the other school off guard this time. And they will definitely think of some countermeasures for the next matches, so dont think you guys can win again.

This was uttered by a male student who had not been invited but had joined their conversation on his own from the side. Anyone can watch the official games as long as they can get into the venue. If one lines up all night as he did, it is possible to get a seat in the front row.

By the way, the seats he got were on the opposing schools side.

Im cool as heck for supporting the enemy.

Because of this strange sense of value he has, he usually sits across from the other side of his school at any tournament.

Whats with this guy, acting high and mighty?

Another girl says to the girl who made an unpleasant expression on her face.

Let him be, that guy always talking arrogantly like that, but most of the time its just bs that came out of his mouth.

Ah, is that so? The other girl said and they laugh at him. The boy makes a disgruntled expression, then turn it into a wicked smile.

Take this! Mamezanmai!

Suddenly, he shouted and crouched down, and at the same time, he lifted up her skirt to her navel and stuck his head further into her skirt. The girl in front of him who was his target holds his head above her skirt but is unable to stop him.

The tip of the boys nose reached the bean through the underwear and he began to move it as if to pry it.

This idiot!!

Another female student immediately goes behind the male student and delivers a powerful kick to the insolent mans groin.

Gah!!!

Leaving the feeling of an egg being crushed with the back of her shoe, the boy plunges face-first to the floor. The girls who surrounded the boy who fainted in agony thought about what to do next.

What the hell is he thinking, this guy?

This is a world where brothels are the social meeting place for ladies and gentlemen, and the flowers (women) sold are the envy of all. But that does not mean that he can attack female students in the school.

He had recently become addicted to the Brothel School and so he acted like that without thinking.

I went to a store once, and I just started working part-time to pay for the second visit.

Since the payment for his labor was not due until half a month from now, he could not contain his pent-up lust.

What should we do about this guy?

But such things dont matter to the girls. Looking down at him with a cold stare, they poke his sides with their toes.

Why dont we just dump him in front of the mens flower arrangement hall? They seem to be having a hard time with the lack of club members.

Thinking that was a good idea, the girls nodded to each other and dragged him out of the school building by both legs. The flower-type sports are not always popular with both men and women. Flower Arrangement was no exception, so the boys didnt attract much attention.

Some smaller schools do not even have a boys club.

Excuse me~ Ive brought someone who wants to join the club.

He seems to have plenty of energy, so please give him a good squeeze.

He seems to be good with his mouth too.

The one who came out when called was a senior who is captain of the club. He is in charge of everything since the coach is on a long vacation.

Ohhh, thats good to hear. Leave it to me.

He thanked them and made a circle with his fingers and moves them up and down in the air, winking at them. Imagining the squeezing the boy would receive, the girls cheered excitedly.

Well then, well be going now.

The girls leave while sometimes laughing loudly. The captain turns his gaze from their backs to the boy at his feet.

.Good with his mouth, huh.

He puts his hand on his chin, then rubs his cheek. It is an imitation of the coach, whom he respects and admires for his clean-shaven appearance. The way he speak and the gesture he makes with his fingers were also done consciously.

Lets try it out then, shall we?

The captain of the mens flower arrangement club grabs the still dazed boy by both ankles and drags him into the dojo while the crotch inside his blue shorts had already begun to bulge.

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