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

"It is!

Serene dungeon, upstairs underground.

Emily's hammer poked deep into the brain weather of the bicorn.

A third attack, Emily's blow, broke two corners of the bicone to the point of operation.

Flirting, falling. Bicorn disappears from the dungeon.

"That's Emily, that was a brilliant blow right now."

"Thanks to Yoda's support."

"No, no. Jump in all at once from outside the territory of the bicone, turning the force before attenuation into speed and positional energy and knocking it in all at once. Fine play."

"I was able to do it because I've always thought about Yoda as an apprentice."

Two compliments, me and Emily. By the way, Eli is still clinging to my feet today.

I'm not afraid of dungeon masters, they don't like to leave me, so I stuck around.

And I left Emily with the bicorn crusade.

Next to me and Emily talking after the fight, adventurers were moving one after another in the dungeon.

Dungeon Master Bicone, where all other monsters cease to appear when they appear.

We came in response to that crusade, but I hear the adventurers were expecting an early crusade and waiting over in the dungeon.

There was also that, less than three minutes after the bicorn collapsed, but production of drops had already resumed over there.

"Well, shall we go home, too? I was on my way. I'm gonna stop by Plumbum."

"I'm going to Arsenic."

"Okay. Night goes home at the usual time"

That's what I said, as soon as I tried to say goodbye.

Don, and I bumped into someone.

"Oh, excuse me"

He was an adventurer man.

The man bows his head to me and apologizes and tries to pass.

"Wait, I dropped this."

"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry"

When I picked up what I dropped when I bumped into him and gave it to him, the man received it with a sorry looking face.

but the receipt doesn't work and I take it off.

What I was putting together in a bag is smashed and scattered across the ground.

It was rubbish.

Most of them are raw garbage with the rest of the food and a bunch of shit mixed together.

"Sorry! I'll clean up now. If you leave me alone, I'll be a haggler."

That's how the man repacked the garbage and stuck it in the backpack he was carrying.

He bowed his head to me again, thanked me for teaching him to drop things, and walked away.

"... shitty Emily, I got a little errand to run"

"Yes. I'll see you later."

I broke up with Emily, took Eli, who remained stuck, and chased him after the man.

The man who caught up was struggling with monster Trent.

It's a dull, "safety perimeter" motto because of the movement of the body, which is the only movement of the adventure producers in this world.

I watched that for a while, but the man couldn't defeat Trent and, conversely, fell into a pinch.

Blown up and slapped on the back by the wall, a stalled chase from Trent.

Darn!

I pulled out my gun and blew my tentacles off the chase.

Keep breaking in between the man and Trent.

"Oh, you..."

"It's good to be chasing you. I'll apologize for the assault later."

Say no to the man and shoot a flamethrower at Trent.

Flames with special effects wrap and inflame Trent's entire body.

"He said he was chasing me... eh, why?

"Earlier trash"

"Garbage? That was bad -"

"It's not. You haven't been home, have you?

"Yes, but..."

That's the guy with the face.

I knew it was.

It's a sight I used to see when I was in the office.

There's a lot of service overtime, and the more people who haven't been home, the more lifelike garbage is scattered on and around their desks.

A convenience store rice balls, sandwich wrappers, or a can of dried coffee?

Garbage in this world is worse. Whatever you do, leave me alone and I'll be a hagglery thing - a monster.

I just think I've been staying in the dungeon for days and days to get rid of garbage instantly, but I can't believe I'm carrying garbage in my luggage in this world of iron rules.

If you look closely, a pretty thick bear is made under the eyes of a stunning man.

"Work, is it tough?

"Huh? No well... the norm is a bit. I can't bother my family."

"Family?"

"Even so, it's not about the blood connected family, it's about the family. We're all family because at-home is a family for sale"

"... yes"

My eyebrows snapped, snapped, and I couldn't stop myself.

"How many norms are there?

"I guess I'm only half way through yesterday."

"For yesterday?

My eyebrows got more and more freaked out.

"Bury that first today, work hard at night and get your share back from yesterday and it'll be a little easier tomorrow"

"Wouldn't it be better if we took a little break than that?

"No, I don't want to bother my family."

I whispered it because the man tried to repeat the same word.

"If you're a family, wouldn't it be more annoying to fall unscrupulous?

"Ugh..."

"If you're late and you fall even further, it's not annoying."

"That's... yes..."

A man is shaking.

I don't know how much this hand black party, brainwashing (,) is, so for now I decided to persuade him with a flow that doesn't deny his point over there so as not to irritate him.

And the man was persuaded to do so.

"Are you sure that's okay?"

Another woman's voice broke into our conversation.

A woman in the first half of thirty wearing glasses, her short cut hair and connected eyes feel tight.

The woman approached the man with Stasta, taking her hand and staring straight into her eyes, without giving me a glance after she showed up.

"You betray everyone in the family who accepted you."

"Ugh..."

"I'm the family that picked you up with no place to go. Don't you think you should be thankful that you can just work in a family backup like this?"

"Well, that's... yeah,"

"It's a fool's imitation to lend ears to outsiders' bullshit. Look at this."

"Ko, this is..."

Look at the paper the woman gave you, amazing man.

"Yes, your grades. It's coming up slightly. Now you are gaining momentum. Thanks to the family backup for that and this. Don't you think?

"Oh, you're right."

"In the first place, you think that's how you rest, that's how you work among adventurers?

"... right, I'm a fucking Zakona whale, so I have to work twice as hard as the others"

"I'm glad you understand. I look forward to your further growth"

"Yeah, watch me!

... Somehow, it's a brilliant brainwash.

The man was instantly rounded up with good handling and no gaps at all that this one would follow.

That said, you can't leave it like that.

There is only tragedy ahead to beat it out of this state and make it work even more.

We have to stop it somehow.

"... hmm?

"What's this?"

"Nice smell......"

Everyone on the spot noticed the anomaly.

Nice scent that tickles the nasal cavity, this scent!

Turning around, Emily was cooking there on fire.

The aroma comes from inside the pan, the warm plush of Emily's dishes.

"What's going on, Emily, in here?"

"I know what garbage means. I lived in a dungeon, too."

"Ah..."

Emily lived in the dungeon before she met me.

Unlike me, she found out she lived in a dungeon because she had garbage.

Emily relieved herself of the good smelling soup and offered it to the man.

"Yes, please."

"Huh?"

"You don't have to rest, but it's better to keep your body warm."

"Oh, yeah. About a cup of soup..."

That's what the man said, looked at the woman on his ass for a moment, then put his mouth on the rough soup.

"Ah......"

The man's face relaxed at once.

I was freaked out, tired and frightened, but the moment I mouthed Emily's soup, I could tell, and I had a happy, wrapped look on my face.

I held the warm soup with both hands and drank it slowly, breathing it out again and again.

"Thanks......"

"Here you go."

"Yeah, thanks......"

The man turned around and thanked Emily, received a new soup, sat down on the spot and drank the soup out.

"Thank you, both of you. I feel like I've been doing something wrong."

An grateful man, there, invited by the scent of soup, the adventurer came one after the other.

"Whoa, what, Emily's cooking? Can I have a word with you, too?

"Of course it is."

"Alright. Then the usual plug in. That's the chicken I just took."

"This one's a pig, okay?

"Hey town, I'll get some vegetables upstairs too"

One adventurer after another gathers around Emily to get Emily's soup in exchange for ingredients.

Emily cooks the ingredients further and behaves like everyone else, bringing together even more adventurers and new ingredients for the fragrance -.

It presented a little feast, a kind of permanent institutional appearance.

"Speaking of which, you"

"Huh?"

A man who has been working all of a sudden is turned to water and confused.

"You, don't try to do it alone. When it's tough, say it's tough, so get help around."

"No, but......, it's so annoying even though it's someone else"

"It's not annoying, it's more annoying to be overstuffed and fallen"

"Ma'am, I think I'm good for something else. It's something like this, so it's in Emily's cooking."

"Don't be a tundra, you. I watched him follow up yesterday."

"- Come on! That's not a follow up!

A thriving adventurer, a pompous working man.

On the second floor of the Selene basement, which was instantly dominated by Emily, it seemed like there was no more of my turn.

But I thought this would do.

Though the man's expression came in from surprise, gradually, because he accepted everyone's words, let alone was grateful and weeping.

"Shit."

When any brainwashing no longer worked, the woman left behind a frustrating, full-open tongue punch and walked away silently.