Disciple of Immortal

"We've arrived. This is the first test ground, Cliffs of Dragon Rock."

Leading to Rygan was a sparse rocky field of grass and trees.

Many of the rocks were shaped like dragon heads.

Sizes vary in size.

This must be the Dragon Head Rock.

Numbers such as [20] and [80] are engraved on the forehead.

"Is this number directly related to your grades here?

"Yes, it is. In this Cliff of Dragon Head Rock, you will test how much dragon head rock you can lift. The lowest title dragon needs to score a total of 100 points in three trials. If you can't lift more than [thirty] dragon rocks here, you'll have to be prepared for it."

Riggan laughs ill when he says so.

Indeed, there are more than a thousand Holy Dragons allowed to meet with the Dragon King.

I want to earn 300 points here, if possible 400 points.

Looking around, there was a glimpse of the Dragon Man.

They seem to be practicing here with a dragon head rock on their back.

It seems that human beings are still unusual, and they are looking at us with flickering eyes.

Some people were curious, others were obviously disgusting.

I lowered my head modestly.

"Oh, there was an Audio in the corner of the sacred dragon!

Riggan speaks up.

Following his gaze, there was a skinny old man sandwiched between two giant headstones.

Standing on the toes of one foot, he is meditating with his eyes supported by a dragon head rock marked [300] with three fingertips of one hand.

Apparently in the middle of training.

"S, wow, wow... that's Odio-sama! [300] While being sandwiched by the dragon rock, it keeps supporting with three fingers!

"Ah, um... does the tapestry rock down there mean anything to you...?

Pomera poured water and Ryan stared at her.

Pomera lowered her head.

"Oh, did someone else come here besides me?"

I heard a voice from behind, and I looked back.

He was a man with mesh hair and golden colors in black.

He had a ring earring in his ear and carried a huge sword.

You look as old as I do.

Behind him was a dragon girl with black wings.

Riggan had an overtly disgusting look on his face.

Speaking of which, there was another person who visited the land.

But this face...

"No way, Transferee...?

"Coincidence doesn't last."

The man peered at the canine teeth and smiled belligerently.

Then you look at me like you're observing me.

Suddenly thinking it was a confirmation of the level, the man shook his head.

"Would you stop being so innocent as to sneak a peek? Kuku, it's my bad luck. Besides, I can't help but see it. Apparently, you didn't even know my name. It's just a mob that just came here. I'm sorry, but I'm not interested in weak people."

He was famous.

Perhaps it would be natural to stay here long.

Cotney was not a fighting fan, but because of his "God's Blessing (Gift Skill)", he was always driven into the plight of the magical city of Manarak as an S-class adventurer.

"Remember, Mob. I'm Mitsuru Ijwin, an S-class adventurer at the apex of a few transhumances."

Mitsuru Ijwin...

It was clearly a Japanese name after all.

"My name is Kanata Kang....."

"I told you. I'm not interested in weak people."

Mitsuru blocked my words and passed by.

"Even the same transferee, his talent and level," God's Blessing (Gift Skill), "says.... Let me tell you the good news of my hometown, the bad guy."

Mitsuru took a deep breath.

"Hey, lizards! Which one of these is the heaviest?"

Mitsuru's remarks began to disturb the dragon people who were here.

Ligan is also sharpening his lips and staring at Mitsuru with his blue muscles floating.

"Mitsuru, I don't know... that sounds like a bit of a bad idea. Ah, I told you a lot, too. Peach Dragon Town really has a very different average level than the rest of the population. I don't have much to say about creating enemies....."

A black-winged girl flies to the side of the mite, trying to forgive her warmth and the mite.

"You're going to say something funny, kid...!

Riggan came forward.

"Aren't you Rygan, the Twelve Golden Dragons who put Ichamon on me and fought back? How dare you come out again? Doesn't a dragon man have high pride just because he's a short guide? If I were you, I wouldn't come out embarrassed."

Ryan's face turns bright red.

"Well, I wasn't feeling well before! And, oh, that's none of your business! Why don't you lift it up, because you're so impressed!

Rygan pointed to a large headstone.

The forehead is marked [500].

"Hmm... 500 max. I heard the Dragon King said 2,200, so I wanted to make 800 points here."

Mitsuru scratched his head in boredom, and approached the head rock of [five hundred], and put his hand on it.

"Let me show you which one. Extreme Swing (Double) ……… Attack Mode!

The red steam began to rise from Mitsuru's body.

It appears to be Mitsuru's Blessing of God (Gift Skill).

"I'll tell you what, Mob. I'm not hiding anything. This is the most powerful Blessing of God (Gift Skill). My Double Shake temporarily reduces other stats… but instead doubles the stats I'm targeting"

Mitsuru lifted the head rock at once.

The dragonmen were gazing at Mitsuru with their mouths wide open.

"Hmm, is that a lie...?

Ryan's eyebrows are falling and his face is blurred.

He looked pathetic.

"Is this the biggest challenge of all? I can still go."

Mitsuru smiles invincibly.

"Hmm... I didn't expect Ningen to lift it up."

St. Dragon's Audio, sandwiched in the headstone, opened his eyes.

It seemed to have shown interest in Mitsuru.