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

Collect today's acceleration bullets from the village of Monster and return to Indore.

The dungeon and my mansion are connected, but the monster village doesn't have a dungeon, so this move stinks plain.

That said, acceleration ammunition is valuable and powerful, so even if it stinks slightly, I'll collect it.

"I've never been here before."

"Yeah?"

"That's amazing. The monsters were all watching Mr. Lyota with respect."

The celest we followed about the village of monsters together was called a smudge.

"It was all Cerberus."

"Sure, they're all hagglers, and they might look that way because they're on the same body as Cerberus"

And they're all doing their jobs right.

"Don't be a junior in Celest."

A serene smiling celest.

She used to work in garbage disposal without going into the dungeons because of the low drops and poor fuel consumption in battle.

It's the same job that that monster village is doing.

"I heard you talking, but it was a better gathering than I thought. This is exactly what happened at first sight."

It's called smudging again.

I guess it would have been easy to imagine if I showed it in a photo or a video.

This is the world where all things drop, but just because machines like that don't exist globally, there's no chance of dropping them.

No? I don't have a camera, but maybe I can make something with camera features.

Ask Mr. Orton in the modified magic cart.

"Ah."

"What's up, Celest?"

"There's a cigarette."

"Huh?"

There was a "crate" -like monster ahead that Celest pointed to.

The so-called mimic appearance, the crate lid is open, dark as darkness inside, with sharp fangs on the edge.

"Haglemon"?

"Yeah, it's Takara Cigarette"

"It's not like haglemon?

"Yeah, rarity in rarity among monsters. Defeat anyone and the item drops, but it's up to each person to see what drops"

"Each person?

"I'm not sorry about the research because it's so rare, but one theory says that memorabilia drops, reborn from memory,"

"A drop of memorabilia."

That's funny.

"Why don't you take him down?"

"Yes."

"Does anyone drop it? Even in the open?"

"That's right. Takara drops something wherever and by whoever knocks it down."

"So you want to try the celest?

"I'm fine."

"Really?"

"'Cause it reminds me... something like Mr. Lyota or Mr. Lyota might drop..."

Stuff Something Stuff Celest.

I didn't hear it very well, but I'm sure it shows some difficulty.

"Okay, then I'll do it"

"Yes."

I pulled out my gun and usually shot a bullet just to try a small hand first.

Pareen.

The takara cigarette made a beautiful noise and scattered like glass.

"Huh? Are you weak?

"I hear you are. It's a monster that can defeat anyone and make anyone drop it. As long as we meet."

"Really?"

"And those fangs look sharp, but that's not happening at all. It's like a sponge."

"... I thought there used to be a monster called Presenter"

You mean totally awkward.

Shattered takara cigarettes, dropped something.

approaching, rolling to the ground. Take that in your hand.

"... it's my smartphone"

I flip over and look back, there was a wound I put on the first day I bought it, a wound I regretted wasting a lot of time on.

It was definitely my smartphone.

"What is that?

"Yeah, I say smartphones... don't turn on the power. Can't you just catch the waves?"

"Mr. Lyota?

"All right, Celest, stand there."

"Huh?"

I put up a smartphone and took a distance from the celest.

With the activated camera activation, deliver her to the frame and focus.

"Yes, cheese"

"Chi, cheese?

I cut the shutter with a decent celest, I'm Kasha.

Make sure the photo was taken and make it look celestial.

"Ho."

"Uh... wah, me?

"Yes, it's called a photograph. This eye-like lens is the ability to paint the sight of the moment he sees it."

"Wow... I've never seen anything like it"

"We can make videos, too."

"Wow... I've never seen anything like it"

"Hih! Yes, now?

"It's a video. Save sights with audio for a certain amount of time, not moments."

"You have that too...... this is Mr. Lyota's memory?

"... well, yeah"

I messed with my smartphone and somehow deleted all the emails in my eyes in bulk.

I erased that nasty memory when I worked for a black company.

For that matter, I'm sure this smartphone is mine after all.

"Takara cigarette."

"Hey, Mr. Lyota. Do you have any other memorabilia?

"Quite."

"Something amazing like that?

"... quite. There's all sorts of things we don't have over here. Like a microwave... it doesn't make sense because Emily's rice is going to be eaten by everyone before it gets cold."

"Really? Looking forward to meeting Takara again."

"Oh, you're looking forward to it"

While I agreed to Celest, for the time being, I pocketed my smartphone.