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

Cyclodungeon Association, Office of the Chairman.

I was facing Cell alone.

A number of materials are placed on the table, one of which the cell looks through with a straight face.

They were a compilation of the details of the Dungeon Satrium, and I came to report to the cell because the dungeon was taking shape and it was time to get it up and running.

Having read the whole dossier I had brought, Cell looked up with a full grin.

"That's right, Master Satoh, with one of these dungeons, we're going to be able to produce the same economic benefits as all the other dungeons in the cyclo"

"Right. As far as I'm concerned, if all the adventurers who come to the dungeon are rewarded, that's fine."

"Come on, I hate overprotection-- no, it's not weird if you think of this as love when it comes to Lord Satoh's selfless God!

A cell that convinces itself and theorizes by itself.

Whether my way of holding it is more and more evolutionary or worse, that's what's happening... but I'm the kind of person who wouldn't listen if I stopped it, so I went through.

"So now you have no problem."

"Whatever!

"That's good. Then as it says, it will open in a week, so please do so on that schedule"

"Okay. Let the adventurers know."

And there's one more thing I'd like you to do.

"What is it?

When I changed, I put a piece of paper on the table and offered it to the cell.

Take it, the cell that goes through your eyes.

"I also want you to spread the word about this list."

Cell was surprised for a moment and then nodded quietly.

Vanadium dungeon mansion.

Emily welcomed me back from the front door with a smile on her face.

"I'm home."

"Welcome home."

I smiled as if it were sunny, and in an instant I was relieved that the feeling of "coming home" was strong.

"Well, you're all here today."

Brain radar caught it.

All my people are here, scattered all over the mansion.

"Yes, everyone was waiting for Mr. Yoda."

Emily, who talks like that, has stared at me with a full look of anticipation.

Those eyes were like, "How was it?," he is strongly appealing.

"Oh, gather 'em all up"

"I get it!

Emily ran off with a bummer, I slowly headed for the salon.

A little late for me, my people gathered at the salon after salon.

Celest.

Alice.

Eve.

Margaret.

Elsa.

Ena.

Sakura.

And finally, Emily.

A family of humans, all gathered in the salon.

Like Emily, they're all staring at me with the eyes they expect from something.

"Uh... uh, I've got permission from the cell. They say it's okay."

Moments, everyone expressed joy in their own form.

"Well, that's true, isn't it?"

Sakura said in a relatively calm tone.

Even with her like that, her cheeks are slightly fine.

"I heard you decide that in the presence of the Spirit, and your uncle says it's strange to go ask"

"Fair enough. It's unprecedented, and it can't be unaffected, to decide so many things."

'Cause I'm serious.'

I shrugged my shoulders and saw everyone again.

Sakura first.

"Which one do you prefer, Sakura?

"I'm in Sato."

"Oh well."

Next, ask Elsa, Ena and the others.

"What about you two?

"Sa, in sato"

"Me too."

Nod, now to Margaret.

"Margaret..."

"I'm in Satoh, too."

Next turn to Alice.

"What about Alice?

"I like sato."

Now it's Eve.

"What about Eve?

"Low-level business."

While chopping, he whispered softly, "Satou".

"What about Celest?

"I'll make you a satow."

Turn to Emily for the last time.

"Emily?"

"Of course I'll make it sato!

Oh, my God, everyone did.

Dungeon satrium, Spirit me.

When I did everyone on that spiritual note so that I could name them, everyone uniformly chose "Satou".

I'm happy about that, and I'm ashamed of it.

"Right. All right, guys... keep it up."

"" "Yeah!!!

We in the Satou family.

Get the strongest tie in this world.

They were going to be even more active in the future.