When I woke up in the morning and came to the dining room after getting fit in the washroom, I saw the celest sticking up against the table and snapping.
She's a long-haired beauty with dark hair, usually a crisp beauty, but it snaps without a shadow to see.
"Morning, Celest, what's going on?
"Good morning, Mr. Lyota. I'm only here this morning in a magic storm."
"Oh really? Are you okay with this?
"Yeah, as long as you're in the mansion, you'll be fine. I just accidentally went outside, so I just got hit."
"Really..."
"It's okay."
Celest woke up and went back to her usual squeamish of crisp beauty.
"As long as you're inside this mansion, you're blocked, and there's a forecast that you'll be back at noon."
Celest who speaks that way.
Looks fine, and there's nothing I can do about it in the first place.
When I was in the original world, I had a headache because of my low barometric pressure, so I know I have to be nice at times like this.
Fortunately, it's the morning.
"It's Mr. Lyota's fault, too."
Celest made a smile and said it in a moody way.
I know you're joking about worrying, but what's my fault?
"Something that I was made to kanst with Mr. Lyota. The more powerful a magic storm is as a wizard, the harder it is."
"Oh, that's certainly my fault"
"Yes, sir."
"Then I owe you an apology. Is there anything you want me to do?
"Well... why don't you join us for tea next time? I found a good shop in the city. There you two are."
"Okay. Let's go next time."
Speaking so, Celest smiled happily.
I was hoping I could mislead you a little bit about the magic storm's twitching.
Nihonium, sixth basement floor.
The moment I arrived in the transfer room, I noticed the discomfort.
I want the side of my head to be scratchy, not damaged or anything, but I couldn't hear it coming from the back of my head.
Celeste and the others told me about the magic storm day.
Why? That's when I thought.
"Ah... intelligence s..."
I understood in an instant.
A magic storm that perverts the wizard's physical condition. I've just been told that the stronger you are as a wizard, the more affected you will be.
My intelligence gave me S, my intelligence, which is a parameter of magic attack power, up to S.
Then you'll be affected.
Check your health on the spot.
Hard but not too much to move, besides.
Using Absolute Rock stones to put them in Invincible Mode greatly reduces that.
Yeah, it doesn't seem to affect the hunt.
In conclusion, I started hunting.
Nihonium dungeon basement sixth floor, poison zombie.
I kept hunting for it today.
Sarfa dungeons came out and I began to feel an increasing need, a technique other than status.
Sniping or shooting through limbs.
While practicing all sorts of methods, he knocks down poisoned zombies and lets them drop seeds.
There was no incident, and around noon, the seeds were gathered in the quantities planned, and intelligence became SS.
Intelligence also...... became SS.
- 1/2 - -
Level: 1/1
HP SS
MP SS
force SS
Health SS
Intelligence SS
Spiritual F
Speed SS
Instrument F
Luck F
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The stats I checked using the portable knowboat were beautifully SS aligned.
This is the sixth, three left.
Just a few moments to the goal.
Plus...... it's time for that (,) to come up with quite a clue.
Swords, mirrors, hooks.
I feel like the last of the three is going to come out.
I went downstairs aiming for the awkward......
Nihonium dungeon, seventh basement floor.
There was no dungeon snow or poison fog, it was the same place from first to fourth floor.
It doesn't seem necessary, so I deactivated Absolute Lock's invincible mode.
"Is that it?"
I answered my voice unexpectedly.
As soon as I relieved it, I felt the pain coming from the back of my head.
Magic storm pain.
It's the same pain as when I walked into the dungeon this morning.
"Wasn't it until daylight?
I went back to the sixth floor while I twisted the fire.
The sixth floor, full of poison fog, has the damage of being shredded, but I didn't have a headache.
Back to the seventh basement, I have a headache.
Sixth floor, no.
Seventh floor, do.
"Window Cutter"
Chanting magic, it was underdevelopment.
Well, apparently, it's a special terrain on the seventh floor.
Dungeons often have a variety of special topography and effects on the fifth floor at the border, so a license is required after the sixth floor.
Nihonium, the seventh basement is like a hierarchy where magic can't be used.
Well, I don't know what to say.
I have a dull headache, but it's not unbearable, and I can fight without magic.
I pulled out my gun, put a bullet in it, and then proceeded.
I immediately encounted with the monster.
The monster on the seventh basement floor was a bandaged mummy, Mummy.
But it's not just a bandage, it's a mummy with strange opposition around the back of her neck and a whole body charged with bees.
The mummy struck with a surprisingly agile move.
It's quick to split the figure, but it's not as good as the red skeleton, it's crisp and usually ammo first.
The bullet flew straight - turned off by the beeping electricity.
"Is it going to be armor?"
Unstoppable hair. Now piercing bullets, and regular bullets that have been replaced slightly with reinforced bullets.
Both were erased.
I thought so.
It's a hierarchy of magic bans in a magic storm, and there's a great chance that physics won't pass at any time.
So I usually tried to get in through bullets, penetration bullets, and reinforcement usually bullets.
As a result, as predicted, it was all erased, even though it looked like a thunder armor.
Mummy comes running in, hitting me with a bang in the arm.
Fly back and shed power as you guard.
I wanted to be there. The power is what it looks like, and the arm guarded by it tingles, and there is also additional damage from lightning, which makes it tingly.
I jumped out, but now I'm missing nothing. Flamethrower and frozen ammunition.
The bullet landed, the magic formation spread and burned Mummy's arm, freezing her leg.
Mummy screaming for a child with an anger and a scream. I feel like I'm kicking your ass.
A hierarchy of magic bans, highly physically tolerant, and magical.
That's easy to understand.
Wait, there's another one.
Set the infinite lightning bolt, Ugh.
The bullet that landed produced a powerful lightning bolt - restoring Mummy.
I knew this one was as good as I imagined.
I thought maybe because the bandages are bee charged, but the lightning attributes seem to absorb.
Now I know more or less, and I've roughly grabbed the tactics.
Bumping together a few flamethrows, Mummy was burned and collapsed.
It's not even coming back to life like a basement fourth floor, it fell down normally.
It was the moment when the tactics were fully established.
After Mummy disappeared, the seeds dropped there.
I'm the only one who drops, the kind that gives you status.
- The spirit has risen one.
The seventh basement seems to be a drop of spirit.
Well, I'll give you from F to E. Today.
Shortly after I thought so, Mummy was born at my feet, and she ambushed me.
Sudden surprise, panicked I chose the surest way to defeat it with a spinal reflex.
"Repetition"
Speak magic, but nothing happened.
The magic of defeating a monster once - though.
"A magic storm!
When it comes to the most powerful magic, it is something that exists from the beginning in this world, so it cannot defy the logic of the world.
The strongest magic cannot be used in the first place when it is banned.
I picked that out for a counterattack, and Mummy put it together for me during my underdeveloped time loss. I opened my mouth wide enough to hold onto it.
I try to pull it apart, but I grab it gutsy and I don't leave.
"Ko... Shishiki!
I grabbed Mummy's head and kicked her body.
Still, he was a mummy who wouldn't let go of me grasping it, but when he pushed it out to kick it with all his might, his arm grabbing me remained, ripped from his elbow and his body soaked away.
Still, he grabs me and throws me away with his arm, punches a flamethrower into my kicked ass mummy and knocks me down.
I'm glad I've been practicing this before.
Whether the repetition is unavailable or the type of bullet is restricted.
Still, I can still fight.
Enough to instantly kill the third Mummy with a deactivation bomb.
There was no bitterness, and we could fight.