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

Nihonium, basement thirteenth floor.

"Mmm."

Coming down, I was visually confused first.

The dungeon, like the gut where the wall of meat pulsed, remained unchanged, and there was a stream flowing red.

The slight smell on my nose is something I remember, but I've never experienced before.

Of blood, it was a river.

"I thought you'd come someday, but I knew you wouldn't"

So I snapped, I redirected, and headed to the monster's place.

There was a pretty big old lady figure when I put it on a minimap of my brain and headed towards the light point.

The old woman weaves a thin piece of kimono in a mellow, with a wide open front and a visible chest.

The deep wrinkles engraved all over his face and the blood-running white eyes were enough to tell even when he was away, with more emphasis on gratefulness coupled with location.

"Well, it sounds like a monster for that matter, I hope"

I had the most trouble being like a sitting boy - and I put a bullet in it and pointed the muzzle at the old woman.

The next moment, I shuddered, blah, blah.

The chill that strikes my whole body, when I accidentally try to turn my hand around my arm and hug myself - I was stunned.

"Naked!?

Oh, my God, I was totally naked at some point.

Everything has been stripped down to my underwear and my gun is gone from hand at some point.

And my clothes were held by a monster who looked like an old woman.

"Clothes grabber!

I screamed unexpectedly, the name jumped out of my memory.

As the name suggests, he's a monster who looked like an old woman taking away clothes that people are coming for.

The reason to take it away... I wonder what it was.

Like the Three Ways River, or the weight of sin in your lifetime.

I think it has something to do with the area.

The stripper hung the clothes she had taken from me on a tree that had appeared on the side at some point.

It's a tree there, not as thin or thick as a street tree.

My clothes hung on it made the trunk a little.

The stripper stared at it, not sure what it meant, but nodded small.

"Did you wear something?"

It reminded me of a common type of story about monsters in this hand and myths.

I guess some Greek mythology had a final referee who would take out his heart and put it on the balance in the afterlife.

I waited so long, but there was no sign that my clothes would return.

Then we have to fight to get it back.

I grabbed my fist gently, gooed the ground, stepped all the way in and thrust.

"Hino!

Stopped by accident.

Because of the nakedness, the important thing about my lower body hung out and it just hurts (,,,,) to rush in at speed SS.

"Adam did a great job."

Step onto the ground again, escaping reality with your own out-of-target feelings.

The stripper has been waving her hand up in reaction to it.

I stepped into the ground again just in front of me, changed directions and accelerated further, turning behind the stripper in an instant.

Tap a force SS blow into the naked back of the stripper.

It was a bare-handed blow, but the stripper blew off so much momentum that she was jumped by the truck that she rammed into the pulsating meat wall.

I got my own clothes hanging from a tree and hurried to get them.

I was in too much of a hurry and my pants slipped a bit, and the position (,,,,,) got weird and uncomfortable. It's better, but I couldn't help it.

Put the gun in your hand again, stand up and turn against the stripper.

"Ah."

There were no more strippers there.

The penetrated meat wall was a little snaggy, with grapes on the ground just in front of it.

He disappeared while I was dressed, and he must have dropped it.

"But..."

I grinned.

"Every time...... they take it off? This..."

By far, I thought it was the worst dungeon, the worst hierarchy.