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

Nihonium dungeon, seventh basement floor.

I can't use magic on this floor, and I still give out my energy for monster hunting today.

I'm determined to hone my fighting skills more and more because I can't use the strongest peripheral magic repetition.

I practiced the counter today. The only one who can do that casually is this nihonium that nobody comes to.

I waited without attacking Mummy wrapping the bees and electricity from this side.

Mummy approaches and punches a cross counter over a piece of skin where she's attacked.

With minimal movement, but sharply.

A blow to the counter in conjunction with Mummy's attack.

Blow up the mummy, drop the seeds.

This is... pleasant.

A counter that strikes all over the attack and beats it in at the best possible time by scratching it with a piece of skin.

Only for a moment, perhaps about a comma second, can you achieve the maximum efficiency of it.

The moment I was able to accomplish that, I felt the pleasure of pushing my whole body through.

It's a comma. I continued to counter for that pleasure.

A counter that focuses, attacks, and fits perfectly.

Mummy blows up and the seed drops again.

... It was a little early, I'm not as responsive as I was.

Adjust the timing of your senses.

I'll do the same to the next Mummy, now it's a little late and Mummy's attack is blurred.

The counter was repeated over and over again.

It was harder than anything I've ever done, but the pleasure is out of step when it's perfectly decided for that matter.

While practicing the counter, the spirit went from E to D on its own.

In the afternoon, I came to Terre's basement first floor in the transfer room with the intention that it was time to make some money.

A familiar dungeon with slime and sprouts flying, but something is wrong.

It's noisy.

Following the noise, there was a building there.

A hundred square meters is a bungalow, a building that didn't exist until yesterday.

The bungalow, built in a terrace like the underground tunnel, is somewhat out of place.

Before that, the adventurers gathered together and were deliberate.

"Hey, what's this?"

"It's a rest stop."

"A rest stop?

Put your neck up and look at the man adventurer who was next door.

I don't know his name, but he's a face I see a lot in Terre, a familiar adventurer to each other.

"It seems the new Dungeon Association president made me make it. When you're in here, HP and MP are going to recover faster than normal."

"It's like an inn in a dungeon..."

If that's true, it's a pretty convenient facility.

"But why did you make it here? I don't know what to say, but you don't need this on the first basement floor of Terre."

It's not just me.

The first basement floor of Terre is only slime, slime to say the weakest.

I don't think we need a recovery facility in a hierarchy with only slime.

"No, they made it all upstairs."

"Huh?"

"They made all the hierarchies of all the dungeons in the cyclo - everything but nihonium."

"Made (,)?"

"made (,)"

The man snorts.

Whoa, that's amazing... Money money without oil money. Don't be afraid.

With that in mind, a cell came out of the building.

He came out following a maid whose eyes were hidden with his forehead.

Cell glanced around at the adventurers and then went in a speech tone.

"Listen, common man. This is a recovery facility for anyone who's an adventurer."

The adventurers bothered further.

"Take advantage of this. And produce more, common people."

Some of the adventurers frowned because they said "common people" one way or another, but the majority heartily accepted the existence of a resting place where they could just use it.

"It just works or something... isn't there some kind of trap?

"No. If you can recover in the dungeon, you'll be more efficient, if you're more efficient, you'll be more taxed. If you have the money to make it, it's the right way to make it a dungeon society."

Some people doubted it, but the more veteran adventurers they were, the more they accepted the resting place.

Steady...... wow.

I don't know the exact cost, but it should cost a lot of money to create a lodge-like one in the dungeon.

Put that on all the floors, and overnight...

Rich, awesome......

"Oh, isn't it Master Satou there?"

Cell found me and came smiling.

The forehead maid went back inside the inn without following me. You mean the staff at the inn, not your direct reports or anything.

"I'm glad you're here. I'm glad you're here."

"No, it just took a street. That's more amazing than that, I can't believe you made this."

"It's a measure to increase productivity. The rest is just a matter of course."

Neither proud nor humble.

A face that is extremely natural and that I take for granted, as the word goes.

You're an amazing guy.

"Yes, there was something I wanted Master Satou to receive."

"To me?

"Um, wait a while"

Cell wandered his nostalgia, what are they giving him? I thought so and waited.

"Ah."

Porro from the nostalgia, the figure kept on the ground.

My figure - I hope so.

The pose is the counter I was practicing this morning.

He just got started this morning.

"It's a stalker!

"Excuse me, this is what I want you to take"

Cell looked bad, remembered the figure, and took out a single bill.

Nothing weird, nothing on the contrary. Just a tree bill.

Take it, check it behind the table, and then ask the cell.

"What's this?

"It's a comm."

"Communicator?

"Um, this is for the dungeon -"

Where the cell was about to say, the wooden bill glowed.

As it emitted light, there was nothing there. Letters came up there.

Shown is Serene Fourth Floor.

"Selene, fourth floor? What do you mean?"

"We're lucky to show up at this time. In fact, in addition to this rest stop, we installed a Dungeon Master detector in every dungeon in the Cyclo."

"Dungeon Master's Detector??

"Um, as you know, no other monsters will come out while the Dungeon Master is out, and if you let him stay all that long, he'll even change the ecosystem of the dungeon"

"Oh."

It's a mess for adventurers, dungeon societies, or residents of the whole city.

"So we have to take them down quickly with their emergence. This is for that."

"... I see you'll let me know where the Dungeon Master is when he gets out"

"Mm-hmm. And I'm going to get the powerful to have this. First, I want Master Satoh to take it."

Cell with a serious face.

If that's the case, there's no reason to say no.

"Okay, I'll have it. I'm gonna take him down now."

"Thank you"

Cell speaking thanks with a strong eye staring at me.

I suddenly pushed Clint away and thought what would happen because he became president of the association, but you're being surprisingly serious.

I went to the fourth floor of Selene via the transfer room and shot the repetition towards the Dungeon Master Bicone captured by the detector and killed it instantly.

When this guy stays, the whole production (drop) of the dungeon stops, so I killed him instantly without thinking about practice or anything like that at all.

And he came back to the first basement floor of Terre via the transfer room again for the report.

There was no cell, when I spoke to people around me, they said they went upstairs in the basement.

So when I called, Cell had just finished his inspection of the inn upstairs in the basement, dressed the same... and came out following a forehead maid dressed exactly the same.

Just like when I was up there, I took a seat and told the adventurers about the lodging and flew.

It ends, and we approach the cell.

"Oh, Master Satoh"

"The Dungeon Master has been knocked down."

"Um, I know. That's Mr. Satou."

"You know what? Oh well, if you had the same one as this, you know what I mean."

I look at the tree bills I just got, since I defeated the Dungeon Master, it just went back to being like a billboard showing nothing again. No wonder the cells that made me make this have the same thing and grasp it with it.

"Thank you, Master Satou. Let me thank you in advance for the rest."

That's what Cell said and bowed his head.

I knew you were serious as president of the association......

Po, and the figure kept it on the ground from nostalgia.

It was a new figure, the figure of me holding hands and repeating myself - the figure that looked like me just before.

"Oops."

"It's a stalker!

That's what I was screaming for, and I was just a little messed up.