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

In the afternoon, I brought 40,000 pillows of sprouts, my first earner of the day, to every magic cart buyer.

When I was inside, I noticed something was wrong.

I do the buying business as usual, but the people at the store look serious across the counter and talk about something, and the adventurers split into several groups and this all looks like they're going to be uncomfortable again.

I went to the counter wondering if something was going on, and I spoke to Elsa.

"Hello"

"Ah! Mr. Lyota"

"Is something wrong?

"Actually... there's been a strike."

"St?"

It's the first word I've heard since I came to this world.

"Do you know what a strike is?

"No."

I snapped my neck with an instant answer.

I know exactly, but I'm sure this world would subtly mean something different.

From previous experience, I guess it's a dungeon mess again, I can guess about it.

"You know the silicon dungeon, right?"

"Oh."

"The sixth basement over there is the only hierarchy in the cyclo that drops rice."

"The only one who drops rice is still amazing."

"Huh?"

"Sorry about this one. So, what happened to the sixth basement?

"That's a whole territory of Adalbard. Occasionally, they form a party and monopolize the dungeon's hierarchy within their peers."

"I think I've heard that story before."

"So, you've had a niphonium dungeon lately. The nihonium was confirmed without a drop, so a flavor of Adalbird came into play. Cyclo rice is only on this floor, if you want me to sell it, raise the price."

"I see..."

"We all expect it when we have a new dungeon. Because when the drop is worn, the monopoly collapses. Too bad......"

I'm so sorry to hear that, Elsa.

If you look, the other clerks and adventurers were talking about Adalbird.

Nihonium has no drops - I thought I was lucky to drop special drops, but this is the kind of influence you have.

It's an interesting world to make - but I guess it's not the other way around.

Someone in trouble will hey if they can stop the rice from being monopolized and put on the market.

"The great people of the city have managed to negotiate, but there's a lot of Adalbird flavors, and we're all armed, and maybe we'll just have to raise the price."

……

That's not good.

I came to silicon.

In the middle of a commotion, there were people outside the dungeon who looked like officials or merchants.

The people are gathered in more than just a buyer's face to discuss something.

Why don't you just find the person responsible and talk to him?

"That's not Satou-kun."

"Huh? Some faggot!

It was Neptune, a good man I met at the beer shop, who spoke to me.

He approaches me with the exact same smile as before

"I'm not a faggot, I love girls."

"What are you doing here more than that?

"That way. You mean you're here because of Adalbert?

"... oh"

"I've received a request. I've been doing the same thing a couple of times. Give me the price of rice for something. So, the city is about to run out of fun."

You mean you might ask the Neptunes to eliminate it?

"Yeah, no."

"Huh? Then?

I'm going to rip my neck off and listen back. That's what I'm talking about right now.

"Destroyed, not eliminated."

"It was more than I expected"

"You should do it. The problem is, there's a lot of people out there, so even me and my crew could do a lot of damage."

"... I have a consultation"

"... what?

"Let me do it."

"Do you want me to destroy you?

"Eliminate (,,)"

Stared at each other with Neptune.

I came here because I have a way of offering my peace of mind.

Silicon dungeon basement fifth floor, in front of the stairs leading down.

Me and Neptune who came there.

There were Lil and Run, who had been away before, and some Neptune people.

They all have quite an atmosphere, a fair amount of hand-worked air.

Neptune, its leader, told me.

"Confirm, if you don't, we'll be destroyed in a different way, okay?"

"Oh."

"Well, good luck to you."

Neptune dropped me off and I went down to the sixth basement.

There was a lookout down there.

"Stop, what the hell?"

"This floor is off-limits, the road to the lower floor is that way"

Two men on the lookout, and an induction path like the construction site is being built.

This floor is occupied, but is the road cleared to the lower floor?

I put up a gun, a pair of pistols, including the one I just got.

"Hard means!

"You guys, come on! The people of the city are coming!

The men entered a state of war.

I shot the gun silently.

Simultaneously use pre-loaded recovery ammunition to fuse the ammunition.

The fused recovery bullet emitted light and engulfed the two men.

The men collapsed like puppets with broken threads.

He began to sleep with a very happy, serene face.

Hmm, sounds like you can handle it.

"Hey, what's that?"

"I got a faggot!

"Haha, so if you're not a faggot"

"The one who suddenly puts his face on his shoulder from behind is faggot confirmed!

Speak up and pay off the neptune that put my chin on my shoulder as soon as I spoke to him.

I feel in danger, so I decided to explain and distract myself.

"It's a sleeping bullet, this single shot will only cure your injury, but if you merge the two, it will turn you into a sleeping effect."

"Well, that means you're doubling your healing and shin power."

"That's what I'm talking about"

Footsteps came from behind the dungeon and one adventurer after another appeared.

I put up guns, shot and fused the included recovery bullets, and put them to sleep one after the other.

The effect of the fusion bomb was outstanding, and the person who was shot was able to put him to sleep without exception.

And Adalbard, the leader of all things, put them to sleep, and brought them out of the dungeon, all the people who occupied the sixth floor of the silicon basement.

"Thank you! You saved my life."

Leaving the silicon dungeon, a bearded man spoke to the skinhead.

"What about you?

"I'm late for this. I'm Clint Gray, head of the Dungeon of Cyclo."

Chief Dungeon?

It's my first job to ask - it's a world where all this stuff drops from a dungeon monster, probably quite a great guy.

"Thanks again, thanks to you, I didn't make any sacrifices at all, and the rice doesn't increase the price, thank you so much"

"No, I just did what I could."

"Still, it doesn't make a difference that we were all saved. I have to thank you for something."

"No, really..."

"I'll consider it and get back to you. Thank you, thank you so much!

Clint didn't listen to this one, he spoke unilaterally, shook his hand vigorously, and walked away.

Well, come on.

I'm done with the rice case, so I'll go and let Elsa know.

But she said thank you as much as she wanted.