The creatures of the Earth world level up by the magic vegetables they take into their bodies. And get the power according to the level. That's the rules of this world. Rules applied from insects crawling through the earth to dragons dancing in the sky.
All who live and live are under the law of the level. Delight in rising levels, compete for levels of superiority and inferiority, look at levels and make judgments. Anyway, those with high levels have enough power to match it. Whether it is a testament to self-proof or a measure of others, it is never strange.
Take the warrior position as an example, if you exceed 100, you start to crack a brick with your bare hands. When you reach 150, you also smash a rock. When you reach 200, you break a large tree. When you reach 250, you even smash a dragon scale.
In this way, as the level increases, the range of things that can be done increases. What you couldn't do at level 99 can be done at level 100. An opponent unrivaled at level 100 can be taken in the hand at level 150.
Therefore, those who live in "Earth" see the level as absolute. A heart that respects and frightens those with high levels is instinctively acquired. That's why I try to go for a higher level than people if I can. Adventurers and knights, especially those who fight.
What is that level they don't want in the first place? What is changing as a result of higher levels?
Not muscle quality and quantity. If the level shows muscle strength, your greatness will be strange if it is not a mass of muscle, and Lootoo or Melissa will not be able to be a poor girl.
It's not like magic, divine power, or energy. High levels of Superman exert paranormal power without consuming anything. Nowhere do they need to practice magic or squeeze their energy to defeat low-level demons.
So what's the difference? What changes. What is the level? It's...
"Levels? Oh, well, that's the magic vegetable content. It's a value that shows how much magic the organism contains."
"... Magnetic content?
"Yes, the magic content. The higher the level, the more magic they contain. Look, ordinary people put bodies in coffins and put them out for funerals, but high-level adventurers and knights wouldn't do that, would they? That's not because my body was eaten by demons. Because there's too much physical tissue being replaced with magic vegetables, and there's not a lot of human parts left. Nobody wants to have a funeral while watching the bone fragments of the deceased or the gut offal? That's why you only need photos."
"... and then, at level 250,"
"Oh, you won't even have a single hair left. With 100% magic content, they're made of magic up to every single cell. If he dies, he'll be scattered like a demon, a mist of magic."
"... I see. I mean, rising levels means you're not human anymore, are you?
"No, you're not. Both Level 1 newborns and Level 250 braves are classifiably the same human race. There has been no change in the structure of the body, nor has it evolved into a different creature. Reproductive behavior can be performed, as can skin transplants. It is the same for all races, with no exceptions. In other words, magic is not as influential as is commonly thought."
"... but an overdose of magic vegetables invites unique monsterization though"
"Hmm, good question. You have a good eye. [M] What do you say, Mr. Yumiel? You're going to be my assistant... Oh, you don't mean that. Quick answers are the same. Well, fine. It was about unique-monstering, wasn't it? Indeed, creatures turn to demons when they overdose their magic vegetables. But, you know, it's not really a mutation or evolution. Rather, it works as a creature."
"... and say?
"What happens if you keep putting water in the balloon? Yes, normally, it bursts beyond the balloon tolerance. Even creatures are the same. If they pour out a large amount of magic vegetables, their bodies will burst unbearably. But creatures have a will, don't they? If it's not an elf, it's hard to tell, but I'm even willing to plant it. If you have a head that can think, naturally, you don't want to rupture. Cravings for raw for creatures make unexpected defense mechanisms work"
"... it's what"
"Yeah. That's assimilated to magic vegetables. With the idea of reversal, balloons become water. If assimilated to what is injected, it will no longer expand. Look, a level 250 guy wouldn't be anything if he went into a magic bucket, would he? It's the same principle that prevents rupture. You're rapidly replacing your body with an exorcism and trying to be a 'body made of an exorcism' just like demons and Level 250 people. It's just a mystery of life to have such a defensive mechanism in place."
"... So the unique monsters that have turned from people remain people?
"Well, basically you are. As a human being, the majority remains intact. But most of the time, it's impossible, it's distorted, it's changed personality. It doesn't change as a race, but as a human, it dies. That's the identity of something called unique monsterization."
"... has anyone been able to undo it from a unique monster?
"Speaking of being there, hey. As you know, a magic vegetable is a 'grain of possibility'. Hmm? Don't you know that? Right... Explain from 1 that a magic vegetable is a small grain. One by one is a small grain that is invisible. The grain responds to the consciousness, the unconsciousness, of the organism, changing its shape indefinitely, with a variety of effects. It will be flaming, and it will be ice. It also makes the body of the flora and fauna tough, or transparent. Being a unique monster is also the result of those properties acting. So, naturally, if you strongly wish to 'go back to where you were', the magic vegetables work exactly as they did... well, that's a rare case. In case you can get it back, that means you're going back to the balloon that's about to burst. There seems to be a lot of sequelae, such as excessive reactions to the will, with more than the allowable amount of magic."
"... I see, so"
Yumiel takes his eyes off Eru sitting across from the table and looks at his palm. There was a teacup handle, which she smashed just by pinching.
Yumiel was in trouble.
Because she thought for your greatness and had a sudden level increase at Fairies Garden, but couldn't help but sneak up on her body.
I didn't lay sick. Rather, on the contrary, her body was unprecedentedly full of vitality. But the overflowing power was causing Yumiel a significant detriment to his life, as if the medicine were poison after.
There's a crack in what I casually grabbed. Open the door and the butterfly connection comes off. I can tear the fabric if I change my clothes. If I clean it, the friction heat will burn up, and if I cook, I will break the ingredients from slab to slab. As far as laundry goes, I've broken so many of my husband's pants.
I raised the level to serve you greatly, but on the contrary, I have no ex or child to bother you. Yumiel's heartache was only increasing day by day.
Not to stay like this, Yumiel decided to talk to an expert. As usual, I went up to my home and asked the elves of my glasses, who were reading the book with their cheeks full of fussy macarons, about the harm of leveling up.
It's a dull sweater, a thin dirty white coat, a skirt with wrinkles, and an elu outfit that's no less sleazy than yours, but that's just the researcher there. If it's about demons or magic vegetables, he put up his chest that it's a specialty in the specialty, and Yumiel told me everything he wanted to know.
Excessive reaction of magic vegetables. To put it bluntly, that's what's causing your body's malaise. My body hasn't been able to keep up because I've gone too far too rapidly. Yumiel thought so from Elu's story.
Normally, the level that's supposed to go up a little bit has gone up by fifty at a time. I guess I still don't know that 'just the right amount of force' when it comes to living my daily life.
But you can't stay like this forever. To improve, we must train. Reduce excess power so that you can live with 'just the right force' without being aware. So that the magic vegetables poured into the near rupture are familiar to the body.
To that end, Yumiel decided to teach the experienced.
"If that's the case, leave it to me!
In the Church's own room, it is the Church's artificial Virgin Melissa Cortese who slaps her slightly swollen breasts with a dong and gives her a confident look. She also has experience using small dungeon cores to explode levels. Yumiel, who had heard from him and knew about it, must have relied on her.
"Suddenly the level is Dawn! When you go up, you don't feel comfortable adding or subtracting force and your body doesn't belong to you. I used to fold forks and spoons and pokes too."
"... did Melissa, too"
By gaining empathy, Yumiel loosens his mind, which was slightly stronger. Melissa and I have different circumstances, so maybe the symptoms are different. Just thinking so, the relief obtained by the consent of the Virgin was enormous.
"Besides, look, you just opened the door and the building collapses, right? I'm so surprised."
"... Was it"
Foreword withdrawn. The magnitude of the level 250 scale made Yumiel drool inside, cold sweat, saying he was not the enemy. The relief I had certainly felt until earlier flew somewhere, as I cowered.
"But don't worry. If you can leave it to me, I'll be fine. I'm sure I can help you, Yumiel."
Unaware of Yumiel's anxiety, the Virgin fishes through the crates with gassagas. Out of the box that says' Benribako 'in awkward letters, I'm out. I'm out. A cluttered little thing pops up.
"Is that it? Where is it?"
The nail clipper is still fine. I don't mind a hemp string wrapped around a stick. But when is a knife of toxic colour or a scarecrow with blood rust?
Yumiel stops thinking deeply and waits for Melissa's next move.
"Oh, there it is! This is going to help."
After long swords and throwing daggers scattered unconstitutionally created a sword mountain on the floor, Melissa finally took out what she wanted.
"... it"
Means of harnessing the harm caused by leveling. Tools to tame excess magic vegetables to your body.
That was a lovely pink sawing set.