Demon King

I realized that there was an exit from someday. There was a big hole where the wind was blowing from the outside.

But I didn't think about going out. I don't know what's out there.

Even if it's just people outside, I have the body of a monster. He was too likely to kill me without even listening to me.

The Black Palace is home to only the weakest of them all. I even wandered around a weak Goblin, unlike the path of Goblin Fighters and other monsters.

In other words, it would be the yard of the dungeon. When you enter a dungeon in a game, you sweep the dust away as if it were a broom.

I thought someone might come in one day. But I didn't expect to get in so soon.

Are they going to end up here? Are they going to leave this place alone?

I don't think so It fits me just like this. Soon, a strong man appeared who was nothing compared to them. No, actually, I can't beat them right now.

The other two were really ordinary. However, the person who told himself that he had the experience and strength of mercenaries, the energy felt from him was unusual. At least he was stronger than a Goblin fighter. Even if I rushed like crazy with the power of the Dark Heart, I was not confident that I could win.

But what if stronger people come in? What if more people come in?

The experience I gained by killing Goblins, and Bronze. It is never just for me. And in a world where synchronization with Haiter has changed everything, they will be of great value.

Maybe just as players were looking for the dungeon in the game, others might come looking for it.

What do I do? How?

In fact, I already know the answer.

We need to get inside. Deep.

I don't know how strong a human being will come through that entrance. Perhaps the humans who will come forward will be strong enough to defeat a Goblin Fighter in one punch.

However, at least the monsters in this dungeon become stronger in stages. The deeper we go, the lower we go, the stronger we become, just as if someone had set it up.

And if I follow the quest, I can definitely get stronger fast. You cannot get stronger as long as you hang out with Goblins here. The Goblin experience of 10 is no longer very helpful to my growth.

Unforeseeable risks and crises under the assumption.

It was clear which one to choose.

‘Let's go inside.'

Inside. The area that Goblin Fighters have been ignoring all this time.

“It's dark and damp. I want out.”

“Still, there are no sudden appearance of strong monsters in the dungeon. ”

“Ugh, I want to go home. Why was my partner an ordinary florist, huh? Sir.”

“My partner was a plumber. ”

“I'll take care of Surin, it's okay! Hahahaha!”

“Phew... Right. Thank you, Holy Father. ”

“No, you're not! Hahahaha!”

"What an idiot."

Stupid but strong. Something annoying will happen if you get caught. As soon as I decided to go inside, I liked it.

I put a rusty sword in my inventory, gladly glanced at the two lowest health potions in my inventory, and then pulled out the sharp steel sword next to it.

It's really sharp. It's sharp. Moreover, it is much longer than a rusty sword. It should be 50cm. It may not be that long on a human basis, but arms, legs and height were all big and long enough for a short Goblin.

‘Yes, you can. ’

You nod firmly. The same thing happened when you were fighting Goblins. The blade is sharper, longer, and deadlier than a Goblin's fist.

Predation doesn't kill wounds, but it heals quickly. There is no law that says, "If you are attacked by a sword, you will die immediately."

‘Good.'

I stepped inside. Out of the way of the Goblins, you entered the inner passageway for Goblin Fighters.

“Glug.”

Found it right away. Developed torso, rusty knife in hand. It was definitely a Goblin Fighter.

“Glug, glug. ”

But there was no fear like before. I'm a Goblin Fighter now. I just got here, but I have a black heart and a sharp iron sword. 3A).

You can do it!

I picked up a stone and threw it at him. The Goblin Fighter dodges it and rushes at me with a furious scream.

“Kiuiyi!”

My gaze rests solely on the knife he holds. I wasn't afraid of the fist. If only I could get rid of the knife!

At that moment, I had a flashing thought. It was a moment when a Goblin Fighter was almost upon me.

I pulled a rusty sword from my inventory and threw it at his right arm. A goblin fighter, surprised by the iron, appears out of thin air and suddenly strikes it with the sword in his right hand.

At that moment, I ran to him first and desperately struck his right arm.

“Kiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

The Goblin Fighter screams. The guillotine was impossible, but he lost the sword in his hands, in agony! Blood splattered from his arms splattered on my face.

“Kiehek!”

“You're dead! ”

A terrified face with a fleeting Goblin Fighter! As soon as I saw it, my heart started beating violently again. Yes, this is the right position for me and my enemies!

I kicked him hard and pulled out the sword that was in his arm. You slip more easily than a black thought with a sharp blade. A Goblin Fighter lunges at me with a tear.

“Kiei!”

Goblin Fighters swirling and rushing at me with their right arms hanging low and holding their left hands like they're threatening me! It looked really funny. He could no longer bring fear to me!

I stretched my knife forward thinking about the fencing I saw on the TV. The Goblin Fighter stops without running. A knife in his chest protrudes from his back.

“Glug.”

The Goblin Fighter has completely stalled. The moment his dim eyes disappeared completely, I grabbed the knife and pulled it out. Blood spurts up into the air, and he falls straight down.

[You got EXP 100.]

[You got 10 bronze.]

I won. I won! We fought him on the front line and won! I wanted to scream at the excitement that was rising. Of course, now that I realize there's nothing dumber than making a loud noise while wandering around in a dungeon, I've been holding on to it.

I looked around like I always have. I checked that no one was there, and I put a rusted goblin fighter knife in my inventory first.

It appeared to automatically enter the inventory after a certain amount of time, but there was no need to experiment again with what I already knew.

I thought a rusty knife would fit into one box because it had all the money in one box and two potions in the other. There was a difference between money, potions, and knives.

Although I've only just noticed it, my inventory has grown. The inventory, which was clearly 3x3, is now 3x4. It seems to have changed since evolving into a Goblin Fighter.

“Ugh, this cave is creepy. Somehow it feels like something's moving inside. I think I just heard a terrible scream. ”

“Don't talk ill. Let's hope there's nothing in the cave. ”

“Whatever comes, I'll take care of it! ”

The sound of stupid choirs coming from the other side just in time.

They were once the same man, but they were just enemies, as long as it might have cost me my life.

I realized my moral compass was broken, thinking I wanted the Goblins to come and kill them before I went any deeper.

It doesn't matter. What matters is that I survive. And being strong.

“I'll eat well. ”

It's the only thing.

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