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

I was in a room that said "break room".

Open the door with the chatter and go inside.

"... Hmm"

The minute I came in, I was just wondering what this was like.

The interior of Satonium (tentative) is made in the image of the interior of the office I know.

So is this break room... it became a break room in a different way.

"This is a smoking room."

I grinned.

In our company, only smokers were allowed to take breaks even at work because of "cigarette time".

I don't suck... but I guess that's why.

Rest = What made me imagine a smoking room?

Whatever it is, you can't do this.

Once I left the room, I closed my eyes and re-imagined it.

As I could tell over my eyelids, the blurry light only picked up for a moment and quickly subsided.

And then open the break room door again and go inside.

"No, no, no."

The interior of the room had only a very black feel.

Desks are arranged in such a way that they are used in the office.

Each sleeping bag is laid under that desk.

During my time as a salarier, I don't know how many nights I spent wearing sleeping bags under my desk.

Because of this, the image was too strong to be a rest room = sleeping bag under the desk.

"This is not a good idea."

I laughed more and more bitterly while I was alone.

I wanted to build a break room because I wanted to imitate the rest place that Cell built in the dungeon.

Sometimes before that, it helps a lot when you play a game and have a healing point in the dungeon.

So I tried to build a rest stop.

But it's not going to work.

By the way, it still works.

When I'm in this room, I can feel my MP gradually recovering.

The healing effect is solid, just because the "rest stop" I built in my image is not good.

By the way, unlike HP MP on the status, there are times when I said HP MP even when I was in reality.

Needless to say, HP is strength. I recover from sleeping and eating things.

MP is probably the only thing I'm talking about, but it's mental stuff, watching cartoons and cartoons and recovering from some entertainment - something like motivation.

I want to restore not only the actual HPMP, but also the MP that means motivation.

I walked out of the room again, closed my eyes and imagined.

The room glowed again, and the inside changed.

Open the door again and go inside.

"... a little better though"

I knew I had to laugh bitterly.

There, it was my navel.

A pancake duvet with a fountain bed in one of the six tatami tatami's, what a dirty room with a G that seems to appear in the corner of the room.

Sure, it's a room to sleep in, but I can't rest here.

"Hmm, what's going on"

"Oh, Mr. Yoda, I found it."

"Hmm? Emily?

Turning to his voice, Emily did there.

"What's going on, Emily?"

"Hey Yoda... what's going on here?

"Oh, kind of."

"Can I clean up a bit?

"Huh? Oh, no."

With my mouth caged, Emily was already on the move.

Clean my room in the real world.

In no time, the room became shiny - releasing waves like a warm but gentle temple.

"Wow..."

I snapped so unexpectedly.

Speaking of which, did Emily have the nickname "Dungeon Master" for a long time?

Clean up the dungeon and be like the ruler there.

Dungeon master in that sense.

"Emily-!"

"Yes!

"I need a little help!

He said Emily's power was needed to build a rest stop.

I took her hand, glanced straight into her eyes, and worshipped her down.