Although I Am Only Level 1, but with This Unique Skill, I Am the Strongest

Morning home.

Thanks to Emily, it was a messy, warm, comfortable room, and I was worried.

At the table in front of me, I took all my money.

Forehead is 495,000 - sort of 500,000 piro.

That's the money I've been accumulating for a while now, and it's all property.

"What's wrong, Mr. Yoda, with the money and the glitter"

"I saved some money that came together, so I figured which way to spend it"

"Which means you're already squeezing it somewhat?

As Emily guessed, I nodded.

"I don't care if it's used, either buy a magic cart or move"

"Are you moving?

"I'm getting used to living here, but it's still small. In '87, 2,000 pillows a month, it's a studio."

"I'm not..."

I knew I wanted two rooms.

"Two…"

"Yeah?"

Emily got a surprised look, what's wrong?

"I think we should make it three rooms, because Emily's has a lot of stuff, so maybe we should do that."

"Ah... can I come with you..."

Emily looked like she was happy. What the fuck?

Well, anyway.

"And what am I going to do with the magic cart? I can't do both with this money on a boulder. If I wanted to rent a decent room, it would cost me a deposit, and I would move..."

"I'll take care of the move."

Emily raised her hands and gasped.

I'll take care of the hard work.

That trick is cute when Emily at 130cm does it, but you can seriously leave the hard work entirely to her, in her case.

Well, that too.

"Not sure which way to go. Which one do you think Emily should be?

"Then it's a magic cart. It's more efficient to buy a magic cart ahead of you, so when you want both, the magic cart destination is faster in the end."

"Best of all. All right, so we'll buy it first from the magic cart."

"Yes!

With Emily, I went out of town to buy a magic cart.

The gold in hand is about 500,000 pyrros. The price of a magic cart feels almost the same as a car, so I can only buy a used car with this forehead.

Asked Elsa, she was introduced to a shop called Progress that deals with second-hand magic carts.

There are so many magic carts lined up at the store, so many different kinds and numbers, this looks like something to expect.

I thought I went inside the store.

"Oyaji... what the hell is wrong with you"

It was a young man in his early twenties who had a store number.

The young man looks worried about something.

Is something wrong?

"... and a customer? Excuse me, welcome."

The young man who noticed us regained his mind and floated his business smile.

"Looking for a magic cart? We have all kinds of normal and custom types -"

"Is something wrong?

That's what I heard, blocking the youth's business mouth.

The young man startled, he opens his eyes, and he stares at me.

"Mr. Yoda?

"Wow, that could be a bit of a stopover"

"It's okay!

Emily nodded with a smile.

I look at the youth again.

"It seemed like you were in some kind of trouble, what happened?

The young man stared at me.

My commercial face kept collapsing, and I gradually got in trouble - and at the end of the day I looked like I was going to cry.

After a while, he talks with his face about how he feels about straw.

"Actually, he's been missing for three days."

"Yeah, yeah! It's tough."

"What if it's open?

"I know where I'm going for once, so I thought it was going to be okay, but I haven't been back at the boulder for three days, so I'm worried. I can't even look for you."

"Where have you been?

"Arsenic is a dungeon. I don't think there's anything there because it's just a rock that doesn't move..."

Still worried, the young man with the face.

Emily and I looked at each other and nodded at each other.

"What do you say your father's name is?

"What do you look like?

"What? Could it be..."

The young man looked like he had seen the Savior.

Arsenic, basement ten floors.

Me and Emily came down a straight line with a dungeon with only a rock-shaped monster that wouldn't move down or down.

The tenth basement floor was also full of immobile rocks with the same face as the upper floor.

"It's heavy rock, it's the heaviest monster in Arsenic. If you accidentally put it back into a hagglery thing, it crushes everything else, so it's the most important part of Arsenic to treat with caution."

"Heh."

Is that the case?

All Arsenic monsters are rock shaped that don't move, so I thought they were just harmless returning to Haglemon.

Well, if you suddenly go from flowers to heavy rocks, that's plain troublesome.

"Is that it? There's one up there."

"That's a light lock. It's a monster on the tenth basement floor, the lightest monster in Arsenic. It's rare."

"Lightest...... you're floating like a balloon on a rock's ass when you ask me"

Well, I kind of understood that the basement floor was that kind of hierarchy.

We searched for a young man's father.

That was quickly found.

Characteristics taught to youth.

A slutty, bearded man in his forties.

In a nutshell, they said it looked like a dwarf.

Is there a dwarf in this world, or is it a dwarf I know?

It made me a little nervous, but it looked like a dwarf I knew.

He's sleeping in the middle of a cave.

Googly asleep surrounded by rocks.

……

……

……

……

"Emily."

"Hi."

"Kick him in the head."

"Hi!

Emily approached Stasta and kicked the guy.

The kicked out man caught some heavy locks and blew them off, "Stay open," he held his head and stood up.

"What, all of a sudden"

Excuse me, you're Mr. Orton.

"Yeah? I'm an Orton, but what the hell? You guys are."

Your son was looking for you.

"Chuck did? I left a note saying it was difficult for me."

"If you haven't heard from me in three days, you'll be worried."

"Three days? Ho, has it been three days? If I'd been obsessed, I'd have had time to stick around."

……

"Yoda, I want to kick you again."

"Let's be patient, I'll be patient too"

Yes, sir.

Well, now we can make sure Mr. Orton's okay.

Let's go back and report it to your son - Chuck.

Though I thought so and tried to flip myself.

"What is Mr. Orton doing?"

Emily asked.

"I wasn't here to pick up the material for the magic cart modification. You know we sell retrofit carts."

Modified cart... Speaking of which, Chuck said that too.

"Do you want to modify it yourself"

"Oops. It's alive to mess with a magic cart. I came up with some amazing features three days ago, so I came here to pick up some material for it."

"Ha... but the material, all the Arsenic drops are flowers"

"hehe...... who said to use drops"

"To?"

"Don't use monsters."

"You got a monster? But if it's a monster, it's hagglery."

"Yes, Arsenic monsters are immobile rocks. It's the only monster you can use as a haggler."

"Ooh."

I was a little impressed, and I started to be interested.

Think so much about the monster, Mr. Orton, using the hagglery thing.

I was wondering how to modify the magic cart.

"Rare light locks aren't always there. Heavy and light, I need one at a time, but what the hell are all these guys"

Mr. Orton is at his feet, he kicked a heavy rock with mountains.

Then I was there.

"Really! Where are they?

Mr. Orton came so close to getting his face up - he ate it.

Leaving Arsenic, further away from the city, he came to an unpopular meadow.

There, place two wheels of flowers.

The flowers are both roses, red on one side and blue on the other.

Put it on the ground, the three of us left.

I watched him go back to Haglemon, away to a place where I could see too much.

After a while, Pong, and two wheeled roses returned to the monster.

Haglemonized, heavy and light rock.

"Alright, why don't we go with this -!

Mr. Orton dashed away.

Heavy locks remained on the ground, but floated the moment the light locks returned.

Balloon-like light rocks fly into the sky as much as they stuck to the ceiling among the caves.

Mr. Orton dashed and flew.

It didn't arrive in a slump reminiscent of Dwarf.

Emily dashed and flew, hitting it with a hammer.

Light locks floating in the air have balloon properties as hard as they are.

I just blurred it and it came up even more.

"Oh, oh..."

Look at the light lock you're going away from, Mr. Orton, and raise your sad voice.

voice that you will come this far and miss it.

"It's okay."

"What will you do, Mr. Yoda?"

"Here's what I'll do. Glad you got one shot left."

I took out my gun and filled it with frozen ammunition.

I took it during Princess Margaret's airbox manufacture, one round of frozen ammunition left.

I hit that on the light rock.

Hit, Lightlock froze.

Balloon-like light rocks, which turned into huge chunks of ice, fell out of gravity.

"Mr. Yoda, wow!

"You're gonna do it."

Two excited people.

Somehow, I'm not wasting Rare Monster light locks.

Coming back to Progress, Mr. Orton pulled his son's worries into the back of the store, too.

His son, Mr. Chuck, grinned bitterly as he gave up.

"Always do something, you jerk."

With that said, I still glance at your reassuring face, Mr. Chuck.

It wasn't anything dangerous or anything, but I'm glad I reassured him, and me and Emily secretly hi-touched him.

Well, now you can choose a magic cart - if you think.

Mr. Orton reappeared from the back.

I pushed one cart and came out.

"You did it."

"That's fast!

"It was a moment"

"I'm almost done, all I had to do was put these guys on."

The part where the magic cart is pressed had the heavy and light locks fixed one at a time.

Don't be crushed by heavy locks and don't miss light locks.

Each is properly secured.

"Is this the one who modified it?

"Well. You got two loaves of bread here, don't you?

"Uncle! That's my lunch"

"Set this guy's unit price and let him in"

Mr. Orton manipulated the cart before putting the bread in.

One 150-pyro confectionery bread, this also seems to be something to be dropped in the dungeon.

Shortly after I put it in, the panel above the two monsters showed the numbers.

150, and.

"This is what happens when you put another one in."

I put a second confectionery bread, now it's labeled 300.

"It's a function of discerning the weight of what you put in this way, and starting with the amount."

"Oh, that's convenient"

It would be nice to know immediately how much money you make when diving in the dungeon.

I see. Weigh the weight, so weigh the heavy and the light one at a time.

I don't know how it works, but I'm oddly convinced of something.

"I'll do this to you."

"What?"

"Thank you for your cooperation and thank you for coming to find me"

"Is that okay?

"Whoa! Bye."

Mr. Orton pulled back again, and at the end of the day he heard, "Sa, what shall we make next?"

You love to make it, and you don't care about anything else.

"Uh..."

Me and Emily looked at Chuck casually.

"Go ahead, you're the usual jerk of a dick. And I'm still thankful."

"Really... I'll take it then"

So we just got a custom magic cart and the money stayed.

I thought I could move like this.