Glutton Berserker ~The One That Exceeds The Concept Of Levels~

There's a voice calling out my name. A voice I've never heard before.

But I missed it somewhere... and for some reason I feel sad.

"Feito, feito... wake up. How long have you been sleeping!"

When I woke up, it was a house that I had lived in since I was a child. A small village several mountains west of the merchant city of Tetra. I can't even grow proper vegetables in a thin land. Even so, only medicinal herbs manage to grow, so they live in small quantities as a source of income.

When I tried to get up, I felt pain all over my body. Apparently, yesterday's agricultural work has been completed.

"It hurts... and I feel kind of weird"

It's wrapped in some kind of cocoon, and there's an indistinct feeling.

Something important has been forgotten... it feels like a small bone sticking in my throat and I'm not restless.

"Fate! Are you still there?"

I'm coming.

I change my clothes and open the door of my room. There was a father and a stranger.

She looked at me with a strange look.

“What are you doing? Your breakfast is going to get cold after all."

"I'm sorry, Mom."

Huh... what did I just say? Mom!?

"What did you really do?" Dean, say something. "

"You're still asleep, aren't you? Fate, sit down."

My dad gestures with a smile. I was prompted to go to a worn-out table. And I sat across from my dad.

Then, the question just now disappeared.

"Come on, let's eat." It's a simple breakfast, but my mom made it for me. ”

"It looks delicious."

Freshly baked black bread. It smells good like rye. The soup with herbs tasted slightly bitter.

That goes well with the black bread and the food progresses.

"If you eat it, it's farm work. I've been hunting lately, and I've been feeling a little wobbly."

I'm just worried about hunting monsters.

"Mom's worried about sex." This is my job, too. The village chief said that the number of monsters had recently increased, so it was noisy. "

"So, Dean, that's all."

Father hugs his mother and says:

"I'm the only one who can fight in this village. It's okay."

"There's Fate, too, isn't there?"

"... me?"

Can I fight? What kind of skills did you have?

"You have the same spear skills as your dad, right?" Are you still asleep? "

That's right.

"You're the one."

My dad stroked my head roughly. Maybe that's it... I feel like I'm forgetting something again.

“Now that breakfast is over, it's farming.”

"Let's go, Fate."

Dad and mother walk out of the house. I couldn't move forward with my hand on the front door. Something in me was refusing.

I can hear the voices of the two people who went first from outside.

Fate, are you still there?

"Hurry up."

Even though it was supposed to be through the door, the voice was immediately felt from the other side.

"I'm...."

And it's weird. My mother's face has always been unclear.

I can't see it because it's burning. I don't know why, but I don't know my mother's face. No, I don't know.

I feel more uncomfortable with this situation. What, this... should have been a good place.

I was nodding, and I heard an inorganic voice in my head.

It's a familiar voice. I've heard this voice over and over again. "I hate it..."

But I didn't dislike this voice.

I don't even know what you're talking about. Anyway... I guess you're just saying it as usual.

Your bulimic ability is going to trigger... nh!?

With that, your memories are flowing in vividly. That's right, that's right.

Where are we? The village of my hometown is nowhere to be found. The battle with the gargoyles turned into a burned field. That's why it can't exist.

When I noticed the discomfort, I made a noise and the world began to collapse.

The house where I lived at a young age disappears like sand. On the other side of the wall was a bright red world.

Fate, hold on! If you stay like this, you will be taken into this world!

Wake up to Greedo's voice. Apparently, I jumped into his land and soon lost consciousness.

The world around you is bright red. It was very similar to the world of bulimic skills. It's enough to say two things.

You're making me worry.

How long has it been?

I don't know. This isn't the world we were in.

Is Mine or Ellis safe?

There's no easy way for them to do it. Worry about yourself more than that. What happened?

“I was dreaming about my childhood. No, it's more like a dream."

It seemed real. My mom was alive and my dad was fine... I wasn't a bulimic.

It was a modest, mediocre, but not a bad world.

Maybe this world interfered with your dreams and made you dream like a real person.

Is this it?

"It must have been caused by the people who make up the world." You must be particularly sensitive with your bulimic skills. "

These people... it's like they're treating people. Is there a red light surrounding my body?

When I touched one of them, someone's memory passed through my head. Fragmented and incomprehensible, it's the memory of a martial artist man. Besides, I had the last memory of being killed by fighting a monster. It was passed on to me who peeked at the pain.

"Ugh..."

You saw the misunderstanding. Looks like you didn't have a busy way to die. "

Is it true that everything in this world is a human soul?

No, that's not all. Take a peek at that. "

I touched a bigger soul than before.

Gah! This is not a human.

The overwhelming flow of hatred. It was a monster's memory that humans hate, humans hate, kill and eat.

Away from your original territory, you mustn't attack humans. It belonged to a stray monster.

The reason for the wandering trip of acting alone away from the group was not known until now, but I felt that I understood it. They had an unusually strong desire to hate and eat humans at their instinctive level compared to other monsters.

It was cornered by the warriors, and eventually destroyed by the Holy Knights. Even in the moment of losing her life, the stray monster was drowning in hatred. Even after watching it, the remnants still hang around. I can't help feeling very uncomfortable.

How was it?

"It sucks."

Monsters are mostly like that thoughts. After thousands of years, the hatred of human beings will not go away. You drown in hatred and even lose your reason. It's impossible to know a man without reason for the rest of his life. "

Is that why humans fight monsters?

What would you do if you were set up to do that from the beginning?

"It's ridiculous. What's the point of killing each other?"

The result is the world you see now.

I looked around from Greedo's words. There was a bright red world that stretched far and wide.

This is not just a space. It was enough to say that another world existed.

However, these enormous numbers of little souls have gathered to make up this world.

If you were... you'd know if you had a bulimic skill.

That's what Greed said, waiting quietly for my answer.

I remember when I touched my soul. The moment I touched it, I felt my bulimic skills aching.

"No way... all these souls..."

Includes stats and skills

It must be similar to the world of bulimic skills. In other words, it's much bigger than that world.

Why are you doing this?

Fate, have you ever farmed?

"Of course I do."

At a young age, I used to grow medicinal herbs and a few crops in the village. Plough hard soil, sow seeds, and provide water and compost. Sometimes the crops that started to grow are withered by natural disasters and diseases.

I repeat work that is very enthusiastic, sometimes there is nothing I can do about it, no matter how much I put my hands on it.

What if we were sowing the seeds of skill and harvesting the crops of status?

"... Greed"

Suppose this was the place to gather and store the souls harvested by this world.

Warriors and monsters fight with skills, increasing their level and adding to their stats. That's the same thing as growing crops!?

A creature dies one day. Fighting monsters, longevity, illness, accident. By way of example, there is no exhaustion. After dying, the skill gathers here in a vessel called the Soul with a trained status. And the world is enlarged as it continues to be stored.

The attempt to open the door to his land caused a slight reflux of souls, causing a phenomenon such as resurrection.

I mean, that's it.

"Now that it's open, I'm trying to return to the original flow. It's just that the door is open, and it has a surprising momentum."

Greedo was right.

Changes are coming to a world that has never flown before. The souls were slowly beginning to move so that they could be sucked in.

Let's go, there must be Rybra and Roxy ahead of us.

"Yeah, let's go."

I hold the Black Sword with a strong grip, aiming for the center where the souls gather. Suddenly, an inorganic voice passed through my brain.

Why did you wake me up when you tried to trap me in this world? Normally, we'd just have to let you know that we're activating our bulimic abilities. As for the inorganic voice, it remained a mystery even after I peered into the abyss of my bulimia skill. Where does this voice come from?