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

I took the dropped gold and took Alan out of the dungeon.

Every time I go in, the structure changes, dungeons, it's hard to get out.

Alan is hit by a demon, his body is healed by a healing bullet but wounded to the heart, unable to recover.

Every time the little devil attacks, he freaks out, and his frightened body shudders.

I took him out of the dungeon while protecting it.

"Mr. Satou! Alan! You were okay!

Carlo came running first and so did the other villagers.

"Shh, I'm sorry. Worried."

"Your clothes are blurry, you got hit by a monster"

"Oh... it would have been dangerous if Mr. Satoh hadn't come"

The villagers who heard Alan's words leaked an exclamation: "Ooh..."

Before the dungeon at night, in the midst of countless sparkles.

The villagers looked at me with respect.

In the meantime, Alan's son Rick stepped forward and bowed his head to me.

"Thank you! I need you to help my father."

"Never mind. More than that, Alan."

"Hey, what's up?"

"You see how dangerous it is to say, 'I can still go'?

"Oh, oh... I knew it was painful"

"Tell that to everyone, it would be more convincing to say it out of your mouth"

"Okay, I'll take care of it. I promise I will never let anyone like me out again."

I still have fright on my face but Alan nodded hard.

For being lightly traumatized, I wished that had been passed on to the villagers.

I saw Clint and the village chief outside the circle of respect surrounding me.

Scratch the hedge and approach the two of you.

"Clint, look at this."

"Is this... gold?

"Dropped from Rare Monster"

"... I see"

That's right, dungeon association president, that seems to be all I understood.

"Normal monsters give sand and rare monsters give gold like this. This dungeon is a gold mine of considerable value."

"Sounds like it. What about the downstairs?

"I haven't even confirmed the existence, because the structure of the dungeon changes coronally"

"Well, let's check that out here. Either way, if there's going to be gold like this, I can give you money. Let's get this village under Cyclo's umbrella."

I was just a little upset.

Billion-by-million talk moves, the limit of what I can do to move Clint like this.

Looks like Clint's gonna make a move, and I'm horrified.

"Thank you, Mr. Satoh, for everything you've done this time. Let me pay you quite a thank you."

"Don't expect me to wait..."

"I'll send you 2,000 tons of sugar for now"

"You're the one I really shouldn't expect!

"Don't hesitate, sugar is a good thing"

"I'm not reluctant, because I really don't need it! Because even if I get that much, I'll have trouble disposing of it."

I know its worth it, but I refused to do everything I could because I'd just imagine 2,000 tons of sugar and I'd be a chest fuck.

"Right. Well, thank you for thinking about it later, but now we're negotiating with Samethylene."

"Do that."

"Oh, that!

Until then, the village chief, who kept his mouth shut, interrupted the story.

"What's up?"

"Wow, we're not cyclos. I'd like to follow my benefactor, Mr. Satou."

"Mr. Satow's?

Clint frowned.

Or what do you come up with, the village chief?

"Wait, Mr. Village Chief. I'm just an adventurer, I have no power or money to negotiate with Samethylene. Besides, it was this Clint who sent me here in the first place."

"But..."

The village chief looks at Clint for a moment.

I was distracted by it because Clint was frowning at my sudden wagamama.

"I don't trust a city..."

The village chief said in a voice that seemed to disappear.

If you notice, all the villagers in front of the dungeon were turning this way.

He turns his eyes to me. [M]

I don't trust the city.

Has this village, Indor come to think so because he has been cold treated by Samethylene for a long time?

Poor village with nothing, clothes full of tsugi hagis through the qualities, if you look closely, villagers who are uniformly skinny.

And Alice left the village.

Is the result of years of cold treatment with samethylene now indole?

Thinking about it made me want to do something about the village of Indore, where I was treated cold and unwelcome.

What am I supposed to do?

"Then let's create the Indore Dungeon Association. And the chairman is Mr. Satou."

"Huh?"

Surprised, the villagers went out of their way.

"Not under the cyclo, let's create an association here in Indore. If that chairman is Mr. Satou, we can all rest assured, right?

"Oh! Absolutely."

When the village chief nodded first, the villagers also followed him orally.

"Mr. Satoh wouldn't complain."

"You saved our lives twice!

Clint looked at me with his voice lifting me up.

And, though. I hear a silent message.

"But I'm just an adventurer."

"The adventurer said he could go on. I often leave my cyclo for the dungeon."

"Really!?

'Cause you haven't been an adventurer lately, monsters don't just mean you should take them down'

"Doesn't it just mean we should take it down?

What's this all about? Unexpectedly frowned and snapped his neck.

"Love, love, defeat with love, and you will have the best sugar."

"... Ah, yes"

I seriously lost it.

I thought it must be Clint's paranoia.

I don't think love can exceed drop rates in this world.

That's clear at the time that Eve gave me the carrot.

Drop Rate > love

That's the world.

Yeah, but I didn't go in there.

I understand perfectly well that you sometimes go to dungeons to do that.

I mean, I'm fine as always, Clint says otherwise.

Naturally, it's a cyclo to give money.

I'm not a shop manager, so to speak, I'm a hired association manager.

"I'm the president of the Indore Dungeon Society."

Nodding Clint.

The villagers are all staring at me.

With the kind of eyes you'd expect.

Villagers who have been treated cold before.

"... I'd like to make some policy decisions"

Look at Clint and say it with an unlimited nuance of policies (conditions).

"Let me hear it"

"Much cheaper buying tax for the villagers who are here today"

"Zero is fine"

Clint responded instantly.

I guess so, too.

The number of villagers today, their power.

Even if we waive taxes, it would be the level of error.

"In the beginning, we put in taxes, we put in infrastructure and stuff."

"It happens naturally"

This was also answered instantly. I felt that way.

Dungeons that produce sand and gold, gold mines.

Adventurers are supposed to gather straw in the mining city, and then they'll do the infrastructure on their own.

I made a few terms.

I can get it out now, Clint if I'm not in between - because Cyclo won't be able to get this dungeon.

And now I feel like I have to let it out. Clint would be fine, but not to be an era of misery like the days when the villagers were under sametylene ahead.

I clinted to a conceivable policy (condition).

Because there is nothing unscrupulous that I have only said before around?

Clint accepted it all instantly.

"Anything else?

"No more, that's enough. Samethylene."

"Leave it to me."

That's what Clint said, he flipped himself and walked out.

All you have to do is wait for him to negotiate with the other person?

No, I'll take care of it.

As in Selene's time, there may still be occasions when we need strength.

For that time, I held back.

"Thank you, thank you, Mr. Satow"

That's how the village chief and the villagers pushed me.

"That's my benefactor."

"Oh, it's awesome to work on a par with a big city dungeon chief like Cyclo."

"I work for Mr. Satou! Good luck and be strong!

"Or make me a disciple, Mr. Satou!

The villagers screwed me over, and I just got in a little trouble.