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

The boulevard of the Holy Knight District ran through and came to the front of the main gate blocking the compartment.

When you go hungry, the five senses seem terribly sharp. For example, even though it is night, the night is as bright as day.

And the sense of smell... Somehow, they draw out people who look delicious. Two gatekeepers standing a little further away.

What looks delicious is a man of good stature to the right. When I compared the two status skills in the Appraisal skill to try it out, the man on the right still won.

In other words, this sense of smell divides the power of the strong as a delicious smell.

Perhaps you are having a boost effect on your underlying body by means of your soul-craving bulimic skills.

but...... but...... painful. Because hunger strikes me periodically, which seems blinding now and again.

Come on, we have to move on. If you go crazy and that gatekeeper eats you, you're in big trouble.

Now that I'm a servant of the Hart family, I have a passage statement. It is up to the gatekeeper to show this when he leaves or enters. If I lose it, I have to be careful not to drop it because I can't get it through to the gatekeeper.

"Hi, good job"

Approaching the gatekeeper with a loving laugh. I'm trying to get out of the Holy Knights this late at night. At all, I wanted to make sure you weren't suspicious. But the moment I got closer to showing the testimony I put out of my nostalgia,

"Hih."

The man at the gatekeeper is bare, and he steps away from me. He looks at me for some reason, and he has a pulled face.

Comes another gatekeeper who feels strange, but reacts exactly the same.

And they both got stiff and stopped moving.

Something's wrong with the vibe.

I hurried to the commercial district when I showed those gatekeepers the contents of the testimony unilaterally.

Greed even naturally says he's curious as to how the two of them have solidified.

"They were seen in your eyes, like frogs stared at by snakes. Red eyes have that power. If I'm worse than your status, I'll be frightened and unable to move. Well, in a state of hunger, bulimia skills are a temporary force to eat your soul efficiently '

"The gatekeepers earlier, I wonder if you suspect me"

'That's the first time I've seen them. You don't know what they did, you just think about him. Afterwards, if I didn't show my red eyes, I'd see something funny because I was tired of working as a gatekeeper in the middle of the night. I think it was my fault. If you do that, care about it and put it in your attitude, you'll be suspicious the other way around.'

It does make sense. That's what I thought, and as I was progressing through the commercial district on a grand stride, it smelled sweet. It smells delicious.

Losing the temptation, just a little stopover and entering the sidewalk from the boulevard. And quietly look for the culprit from the shadows.

At the end of a fairly remote road, three people were walking hiding their figure in a hooded black jacket.

I tried to find out who it was with my appraisal skills, but the distance was too far away to activate.

At the next moment, just the moonlight plugs in and I see the face of one of the three black coats.

I'm breathtaking. Why is he here at this hour? Without a doubt, that hateful face is Raphal. When that happens, my second son Hud is the longest walker on the side. The little one would be my last sister Memil.

They enter a VIP-only luxury store in the commercial district without even knowing I'm following them.

You can't get in here unless you're a man of high standing like the Holy Knight. Feeling the unpleasant chest noise, wandering from the shadows, even once again, the people in the black coat enter the store.

I can tell from the smell. Those guys are all saints. Definitely.

What kind of meeting are you going to have at this late hour? It wouldn't be a lot of things at a stage where you're avoiding people.

I've been watching the store for a while. But with all the window curtains closed off, I don't know what's going on inside. And then the oversized belly bug goes off.

Guuuuuu......

I can't help but wonder. But now I have a reason to rush. It's time for hunger to get real. With my hair pulled back, I left the place behind.

The West Daimon to get out in the commercial district has changed and calmed down during the day.

I don't have a wagon that used to come and go so much. Instead, the samurai sat near the gate.

Everyone sees it, so they wear gear that makes them think they're skilled samurai.

The last time I visited in the early morning goblin hunt, I can see that I hit and changed and the ranks of the samurai are up.

I feel so intimidated. In contrast, Greed says.

'Their purpose is nighthunting. The moonlight is stronger today, so I can get a better view than usual. And even demons get some sleep. So if you keep knocking down your fellow demons, it's hard for Hate to happen. So you can attack sleep and defeat a lot of demons.'

"I see."

If you're a regular samurai, you'll never do the night hunt. But a skilled man who remembers his arms is a useful hunt for a lot of money.

I cross that group, convinced by Gried's explanation. Then one bearded man called out to me.

"Hey, you. That's a face you don't see. Are you willing to go hunting with such poor equipment?

"Yes, but"

When I answered that, he laughed out loud, despite midnight.

"Hey, guys, listen up. There's an unsaveable idiot here!

Even though we don't want to stand out, we have a bunch of samurai with tough faces.

I'm going to see everyone lick my niggered face.

"You must be pretty strong to come here dressed like that."

I'm going to say it with a smile on my face, so what I think would be the opposite. I guess you want to tell me why trash like you are here.

"How many levels? Say it. I'm not laughing."

"Enough is enough, hurry ahead"

Hunger is the limit. Ignore them and shake them off. These guys look at my red eyes, they don't scare me.

I guess that means the status is higher than mine. I wasn't even willing to check with my appraisal skills.

A voice of skilled samurai pierces my back as I walk out the gate.

"You heard me. That guy, that doesn't mean he can't say it's low-level. Seriously. This is why novices can't be beaten."

"Maybe he wasn't trying to get us into our party."

"Oh, that's it. But I'm not letting you in."

"Hey, garbage level me, come back. If you're lucky, someone might pick it up for the party."

"You can't have my place."

"Oh, I don't need one, either."

"Right! Gahahahaha."

As much as you like, just say it. Anyway, I can't throw a party because of my bulimia skills.

So I do it my way, and I'm just gonna be stronger than you guys.