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

Once he had said goodbye to Margaret and his legs, he rushed into the Dungeon Society of Cyclo, to the cell.

In order to give the proportional bullets to Margaret and not me, I told Cell the tactics to do so and what was needed to make it happen, and asked him to cooperate.

"I don't know."

"It's not a creation in itself."

"But?"

"Is that okay with you, Master Satoh?"

"Oh, Margaret, more importantly, I'll protect her. I'll give it to those four people who'll make the most of it"

"Hmm."

Cell nodded, convinced.

"That's right, Master Satoh, I'll lower it if I have to, even if it's powerful. Exactly the style of the king."

"Whatever you think, they can handle it better than me."

Those four ninja knights.

If we can give it to those four successfully, Margaret will be able to be more active now.

Tenesin attack for it, cooperation of the cells for it.

"So, can people gather?

"I thought you said there was no making either. Even if the heavens and the earth were turned upside down to disobey Satou's expectations."

I'm not a carrot.

Cell's story suited his character well, but only for a moment did he overlap with Rap Eve.

I thought so.

"Thanks for your help."

"When should we decide?

"I want to give it to you as soon as I can, how soon I can collect it"

"Master Satou doesn't want to interfere with everyday life, even if 'if he can'"

Well, yeah.

"Based on that (,,,,,,,) after sunset tomorrow"

"Thanks"

Cell that takes into account as well as cooperating.

All I could do was thank you.

The next night, after sunset.

After confirming that Nihonium had returned to the Mansion with Meeke, I took Margaret and flew to Tennessee's room via the transfer room.

Tennessee was surprised at me for bringing Margaret.

I'm the best opener.

"I've come up with a way to get more people"

"You're kidding. Go home!

Tennessee yelled at me.

On the other hand, he put out a table and dashed the black ball watermelon, which he cut with the power of the Spirit.

What you are doing while trying to push back with your mouth is in a welcome mode.

Margaret, who first met this tundra sashimi, was bewildered and stared at me for salvation.

"It's a waste of watermelon I got served because of it, so let's eat it. All right?"

"Hmm! Clean it up, it's a hassle, so don't leave it. Eat it, motherfucker."

The bad mouth is the same, and the tundra is the same.

While I recommended the watermelon to Margaret, I told her that while the watermelon was in the process - it didn't have to be over, but it had to be over.

"I'll introduce you. Princess Margaret. She's the most popular person in the outside world."

"Popular. Ah?

"Oh how popular..."

I've got it, I took out Margaret's air box.

As for "stuff," it's a box with air in it, that's all.

Margaret's figure is labeled and put up on the box. That's all it is.

I opened it and showed it to Tennessee.

"There's nothing in here."

"There was air in it."

"What!? You're making fun of me!

Tennessee has been yelling at me a lot so far, but I thought it was natural for me to yell at you the most.

When I opened the "sounds like it" box, there was nothing, no. There was air.

I'd be upset if I didn't know what was going on.

The reaction was understandable, so I explained it calmly.

"No, no. This is an item that automatically captures the dropped item and prints the dropper's face on the label. Like this."

I took out another box.

My face is on the label, and when I open it...

"Mr. Lyota's a mess, isn't he?"

"Yeah, let's not put it that way"

Margaret with her neck hanging, on the other hand, feels killer from a space of nothing.

As a matter of course, it looks like four ninja knights are following us.

What do you make the princess say?

I thought I heard voices from the killing.

I moved on to Tennessee as I felt a cold sweat flowing through my back.

"You know that, don't you? This is who I dropped."

"Oh."

"Just like this, the air Margaret made me drop sells just because Margaret's air - blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah."

"I'm not fucking with you!

Tap the table, sudden tennessee.

Yeah, this is the right reaction again.

"True. That's all there is to prove she's popular."

……

Tenesin looked at Margaret with suspicious eyes.

Still half-hearted, that's my face.

After a while, Tennessee looked a little calm and asked me.

"If this guy is popular, what is it?"

"There's a rare monster, right?

"Ahem? He's the one who only puts it in the dungeon once in a while?

"Yeah, not normal, not dungeon master, rare monster"

"What's wrong with that?"

"Can't you make it look like her? Don't lock her in the dungeon, of course."

"I don't know."

Tennessee stared at me for a little while, pampered, and clapped her hand and called the monster.

You look exactly like Margaret, Margaret.

"Yeah, yeah, that. I just need you to put this out in the dungeon once in a while."

"Is this how people can call you?

"Don't you get it yet?

"What?"

What are you talking about? Tenesin with a face.

But right after that...

"This... comes all the way in. What? These guys, they're making queues and stuff. Behavioural!

"Apparently, you got it."

And the cell seems to have done it right.

What I asked the cell for was a demonstration - like a precedent event.

A Tennessee dungeon where you can hang out with Rare Monster Margaret.

Promoted it and gathered Margaret's fans.

The publicity time is only one day - no, about half a day.

Still got a lot together. Looks like we got enough Tennessee to get a little bit.

"Hey over 10,000, it's still going to increase...... how much are you going to come for this one!

Tennessee yelling at me.

The face was the most nibbly I've ever seen.

"This is her attractiveness."

…………

Tenesin stared silently at Margaret as she nibbled.

Margaret pulled a little. Yeah, I get it.

I know, but Tennessee's Niyanya just says there are a lot of entrants.

"Whether it's true or not, if you put this in front of the people who came in, you'll see."

"Heh, heh! Do what you're told."

That being said, the Margaret dressing in front of me disappeared.

"Cheer...... why are you all worshipping me dude! Besides, we're starting to make voluntary queues. Hey!

And I think I put Margaret Momoko in front of her fans in the dungeon.

Margaret, by the way, is weak.

She's level 99, full of ability f even if she kansts.

Even if you reach your talent limit in the Tennessee Dungeon, you're probably weak.

In that evidence, nothing has come of the cell that asked for the fan's escort that told him to "let him know as soon as something happens".

It's the perfect match for the fans.

"Now you know her popularity and attractiveness, right?

"Oh, look at the real thing."

"I can give you more of this."

"-, heh, heh. If we do that, there will only be more humans."

Tennessee looking at me with a flicker, whether it's meant for you or not.

I took out the proportional bullet and showed it to him.

"This"

"That must have been something you did."

"Give her this power, not me. Make it Margaret Tennessee"

I can name the dungeon, with the Spirit.

Rare monsters are Margaret Mojo, but if he becomes Margaret Tennessee with the power of the dungeon and the Spirit, Margaret Mojo becomes practically authentic.

Idol, that's what idols are for.

Instead, it's not entirely real, it's like "90% real," or something like that, and there's even a chance you can go see it easier than it's real.

That's what I thought. I'll convince Tennessee even more.

"That'll bring more of her fans"

"More coming..."

"Yes, more"

"More..."

I assure you, I, twinkle Tennessee.

I found Tennessee completely captivated by the future I showed her.