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

The concept of level exists in this world.

Living and living objects can be leveled by starting with Level 1 and gaining Experience (Sphere).

Experience (Sphere) is gained by defeating demons that travel to this world. But demons are very dangerous and not something that everyone can take down.

Only those with powerful attack skills known as samurai can be defeated.

Skills are a special gift from God at birth. Everyone has one or more and uses their power usefully to live. So those with powerful skills are chosen by God and people.

That's what my dead father taught me.

And the skill I have is "bulimia." It's a troubled skill of constant hunger striking. In the village where he was born and raised, he was often bullied for being called a grain crusher.

I am the unwanted person in this world - the one who doesn't have it.

Thanks to this unserviceable skill, I was expelled from the village after losing my back shield to the fold where my father, my only flesh father, died of illness. The flowing destination is Seifert, the king's capital. At first, I swelled my heart to hope that there must be something I could do with such a large capital.

But I can't find a decent place to work, and I work as a gatekeeper for the castle, which is a day job.

It's a very tough job not being able to move from the front of the gate on rainy days, windy days or snow days. Your salary is very small compared to that.

It's not supposed to be civilians like me, it's what the Saints serving the castle should do.

But with all the "tough," "dirty," and "dangerous" triplets known as 3K, they employ day jobs in their place.

"Whoa, are you still a good gatekeeper on our behalf today"

The young Saint Knights, wrapped in beautiful armor, call out as they nibble. My employer. In the kingdom, the three brothers and sisters of the famous Brerick who enter five fingers.

My oldest son, Raphal, has spoken to me greatly. The tall man beside that right is the second son Hud. Behind them is their last sister, Memil.

Only my brothers and sisters, all three of them, have frozen blue hair color. And all three are excellent saints.

A saint knight is one who can handle sacred attribute skills that were particularly outstanding among samurai. and is an honorable title given to those whose kingdom has recognized immense status.

The more powerful this world is, the better it will grow in stats. So a holy knight with holy attribute skills who can fight demons and level up is a different dimension from a person like me.

If I piss them off, I don't know what I'm gonna do.

"Yes, Lady Raphal Brerick"

I kneel, I drop my head. Even if that's the annoying piece of shit.

"Look, it's your paycheck for today"

Raphal throws a few copper coins at my feet. The other two are grinning like they despise it.

"Come on, pick it up. Pick it up or you'll have less for today."

Even if you don't want to, it's important money to live. I'll pick it up.

And when I tried to pick up the last one, I was stepped on by Raphal.

"Oops, I'm sorry. Was there a hand in such a place? Dirty and out of sight."

Laughing softly, stepping on my hand. Obviously on purpose.

"Don't forget, we're the ones who hire useless scum like you to do it. Instead, there is as much. You understand that? Is it hard to be an imbecile like you?

"That's right. I've been sagging lately. You're doing an honorable job on our behalf. You could have been unpaid, but thank God you're getting paid by our mercy. Why don't you pick it up more importantly!

"My brothers are right. If you lose your temper, you'll annoy us. I'm sorry I didn't just hit you in the neck."

This is the educational instruction Raphal and the others give me. I'm trying to get into the position where I'm being put. I'm even trying to tell you how small a creature I am, who's keeping it alive and doing it, to the bone marrow.

So if you don't snort honestly, they won't let you pick up the last one. If you behave in a defiant manner, they'll fire the gatekeeper only today. Plus, they might see it as treason and kill you.

Damn it. The exchange that turned me into a slave with no escape continues, even after five years already have passed. Even if I quit the gatekeeper, I'm sure the Rafals will go mad and make me wear wet clothes that won't be told. That's what they are.

Over the course of five years, ageless frustration springs up. It's anger at why you have to obey and anger at your helpless self that you have no choice but to hear it. And only at times like this does the "bulimia" skill wake up and rattle the belly worm loudly.

Raphal seems to think I haven't eaten a lot of rice either, so he starts reprimanding me with a harsh face.

"A pitiful one. Then the gatekeeper won't do it. It doesn't look like we're feeding you! I'm willing to embarrass the Brerick family!

Kick my belly up on your knees. I know it's a trick, but it's a kick of the Holy Knight that's about as different from my status as heaven and earth.

The shock hits me so hard that my guts will pop everything out of my mouth. Repeatedly vomiting, he couldn't breathe around the ground.

"Whatever it is, it's like a maggot. It stinks and it's disgusting."

In a blurred consciousness, a memil-like woman's voice reaches her ear.

"Whoa, get up quick. If you weren't the gatekeeper, we'd be blamed by the other saints!

Raphal is now. He's rolling on the ground. Step on my face.

"Stand fast!

There's no way I can stand. Unless you retreat from that tough leg, you can't stand up with an overwhelming difference in force.

Of course, Raphal knows that and does it. Look at me under my feet and have fun.

One step at a time, I get so much intense pain running that my head is about to crack.

I thought I was going to die. That's when Rin saved me.

"Raphal, stop. He will die. To a people to protect, doing such an act is a serious act that is a holy knight."

"Chip.... was today's shift Roxy Hart"

What helped me was Roxy Hart, a rare saint, with the idea of frustrating strength and helping weakness. The luscious golden hair suits her bravery well.

The Hart family is also one of the five most famous houses, a patterned family that values justice.

I am therefore admired by the people, and of course I am a fan of hers.

When Roxy glanced at him, Raphal and the others walked away in a vicious manner but fled. That's when Raphal saw Roxy and was laughing invincibly.

I know that face well. It's about the obsessive Raphal. Maybe he's thinking of paying Roxy back with a shameful grudge.

She doesn't even care about that, she takes my hand and makes me stand up. And he wiped the blood off his forehead with a handkerchief.

"Are you all right?

"Yes, because it's the usual. Thank you so much for your help, Master Roxy."

"No, it's the same gatekeeper. This much is natural. Let's take turns."

I bow my head deep and give Roxy a flagged spear with an embroidered royal crest.

This spear is a sign of being a gatekeeper. Unlike the other Saint Knights, she is a fine person who performs the role of gatekeeper properly.

Roxy took my hand like that worried me.

"Also, if they do that to me,"

"No, you can't annoy Master Roxy's hand. I'm fine, so if you'll excuse me."

"Ah."

Roxy said he'd still done something good, but I ran away from the spot.

Because I didn't want her to get involved with the Brericks any more. Due to their character, I don't know what dirty hands they're going to use.

I just thought if she got hit like me, there'd be no more hopelessness in it. I want Roxy to go our way without getting lost. That will undoubtedly benefit the people of the Kingdom.

I'm headed to the destination liquor store for my worries. When I entered the store, the moon was rising high.

Late at night is the time for the tavern. Merchants, whores, travellers, etc. sit in their seats, and when they drink, they blush.

When I sit at the counter, where I'm almost in the designated seat, the red wine is placed without having to say anything.

It's the cheapest wine in this store. It's not even tasty just because it's sour. This is just for getting drunk and distracting.

"Master, bread and soup"

"Yes, sir."

Black bread that is baked and has only quite a bit of time. Unflavored soup stewed with vegetable scum used in other dishes. This is my dinner. I haven't eaten meat in over five years. The last thing I ate was a small slice of dried meat.

I've already forgotten what it tasted like.

I'm always hungry because of my "bulimia" skills, but I don't have enough money to satisfy them. So we just have to eat the meal in front of us slowly and distract the hunger a little bit.

Chibi and drinking wine, eating black bread, the liquor store owner spoke to me.

"What do you say, the gatekeeper's job?

"You're tough"

"Well... I hope you're not like your predecessor"

I didn't even reply. His predecessor, who was employed by the Brerick family, said he died of overwork.

The predecessor, who was just like me with little to no status benefit, during his intransigent and harsh working hours, said he was gradually diluted and fell in and died so that the thread could be cut.

And the owner of the liquor store witnessed him stepping on, saying that the Brerick family couldn't use him when he died on guard. Even now, the tragic sight of that time burns in my eyes and says I can't forget it.