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

As I jerked around the main gate carrying two large bloody hemp bags, the pedestrians and samurai guys around me stared at me with a slight look.

And whisper in mouth.

"You're lying..."

"Dude, could it be the oak ears out of that bag's mouth... that means it's all there..."

"Then you killed two squadrons of oak by yourself. Who the hell is that?

Even if I whisper, I can hear the whole thing because it stays the same. At this point, it won't take long for my presence to become known within Babylon.

I don't need to go with Kosovo in the Wang capital anymore because I will stand up and work as a samurai Mukuro. The role of the samurai in Babylon is to sweep away demons entering the king's capital.

A samurai who will defeat you with cancer should be treasured here.

I'm not apprenticing the Grid, but I need to be respectful.

As I drip blood from the bag, I move on to stir up the crowd. The redemption facility is situated on the eastern side of the main entrance of the military district, at the edge of the boulevard you are now walking on.

According to the innkeeper general sleeping there is the busiest place in the city. With the exception of the King's capital's military, it's the place with the most samurai.

It's a natural story because information about demons, crusade rewards, etc. are most important to them.

All I have to do is hope that when I get there, the classic great samurai won't take care of me unnecessarily.

Well, this time when I entered the redemption facility in such a prominent outfit, I'm just wondering how the samurai there would react. Well, there's nothing I can do about it.

Greed tells me that through his "Reading Mind" skills.

'Faith, what will you do with such a thing? A samurai doesn't have to worry about such a rude one. Cut him out of his head in two. I'll help you!

"Say something noisy again. I'm telling you, if you do that, you'll turn all the samurai in Babylon against your enemies."

"Well, tell me that's where you want it."

"I can tell you!

Ha... what kind of samurai does Gried want me to be? Then I guess I'll be a hell of a rough guy... a lunatic if I suck.

'The point is, be a little more grand. You know I always say that. "

"I know. Look, I haven't been treated like a human until I woke up with my bulimic skills, so I'm dyed and I can't get out of it."

'Pathetic. Still, you're my user! Fine, I'll guide you. Just do as I say.'

"Nothing too radical."

'I know. Leave it to me, it's gahahahahahahahahaha'

Huh, I'm getting so worried.

But I'll try something. Let's try to keep Gried in the mood. And it's a world of samurai whose strength says things. I came to Babylon and had a lot of difficulty getting licked by the other samurai at the run out.

After I get a brief lecture from Gried about what a brave samurai is, I go inside a redemption facility set aside at the main gate of the military district.

This is amazing. What a size. The ceiling is brightly decorated with tiny stained glass with a blowout. It makes me feel so beautiful, so religious and mysterious.

When I was falling in love, the samurai of good stature surrounded me from left to right.

"Hey, standing here getting in the way. Back off."

"What... you, you're a face I don't see. Besides, the mask is too bad for my taste. What party are you from?

"What happened to the hemp bag in that hand? Anyway, you must have been soaked with parsley because you can't use it, Kun. Maybe he's a hell of a bu man under that mask. That's why you're hiding it, isn't it? Take it and show me."

Yes, I was entangled in a fast-track.

I know, but I don't know what to say to myself... because I'm not in good shape, I look weak.

When this happens, I also feel it makes sense what the Grid is saying.

So, shall we try? I start remembering what Gried taught me.

"Shut up, there's no use for miscellaneous fish like you. If you don't want it to hurt, just disappear."

"Ha!? Oh, my God, what did I just say?

The samurai who were niggering turned bright red in their faces and stared at them.

Exactly here, I don't even seem to be trying to grab a weapon. If we even had a bloodshed, it would be because we could be banned from the redemption facility.

I mean, do you think it's a good idea to beat each other up with bare hands? One of the samurai is hitting me right now.

I take it with my right hand and stop, I say.

"If you want to stop, now's the time."

"Ha, if you can do it, do it. I have company."

You're one of us... eight of us together. If that's it, I'll do it.

All I have to do is reply and crush a man's fist.

"Gaaaaaaaaaaa......"

Signalling my deaf voice, I throw two hemp bags in my hand into the universe.

Kick a guy in the leg who falls to the floor with a crushed fist and ask him to exit first.

There are seven left. Three people are jumping at me at the same time from the left.

You should control it all at once. Then activate the Martial Skills Arts "Dimension Power".

This is a powerful art that can be internally destroyed. If you do, you can damage organs, bones, and blood vessels in your body by passing through your gear. Quick, great for making enemies uncombatant.

With force in your left hand, take one shot on the side of a tall man. This was followed by a series of hits on the right and left shoulders of the man with the Tsuruzhu head.

In addition, he kicks up the groin of the man who grew his chin mustache.

Together with multiple bursting sounds, the three of them collapse. Everyone is losing their minds by blowing bubbles out of their mouths.

And then there are the four of us... I thought I was going to run away, and finally I'm going to take out the weapon I was lowering to my hip and attack me.

Doing this far seems like these guys are going to kill me. Because I'm not willing to be the same.

It was a monotonous attack. If you look at the foot tweezers taught by Kensei Aaron, you'll see that these guys' attacks are in your hands.

Without bitterness, by Arts "Inches," he slams the four men to the ground. Eight of us are now sleeping on the floor.

Shit, is this what it is?

I catch two sacks of hemp thrown in the air.

"You're done."

Of course, words don't come back from the unconscious. Even though it was internally destroyed by inch force, the steeple has been removed. I'm not going to die, but as a samurai, it may be tough to be active in the future.

And I step on the stunned men for a counter to redeem the demon reward. I'll tell you what, the style I dare step on is Gried's idea. But now I'm starting to feel like I can step on these guys.

Because there are guys like you, the ratings of samurai from the average person are degraded.

Walk down the quiet hall and thank the samurai for making the order to escape from me and go to the counter.

He responds with a smile as he draws the receptionist's slight face. Something...... I feel sorry for you, so I talk to you as lovingly as possible.

"I've come to redeem this. Please."

"Ha, ha... I'll confirm, please wait"

Two heavy hemp bags placed dossssssssssssssssss. She doesn't seem to be able to carry it alone, and a few officials come from the back.

I guess we're all used to these tasks. The confirmation of the number will soon be over.

"What... there are 400 oaks in all and two high oaks. Um... just to confirm, did you knock it all out by yourself?

"Yeah, sure. I'm not a big enemy."

I answer as I put my mask back on. You don't have to come this far and lie. Besides, what a cute oak compared to the hardships of a plane angel who fought Mine.

The receptionist looks blue in response. Ha? What is it?

"I'm sorry. Are you possibly the Holy Knight?

Oh, you mean that. To be able to defeat a large group of orcs alone is about the Holy Knight in the public. It would come to those conclusions more than the grand crime skill stands out and unknown.

I guess she's afraid because if I were a holy knight, I wouldn't know what I'd be doing. He's scared that he might be threatened because he couldn't manage the samurai that attacked me earlier.

Does this mean that Babylon is no different from the king's capital? That's Holy Knight absolutism everywhere you go.

In the meantime, make yourself at ease. Otherwise, I don't get paid fast.

"No, it's not. I'm just a samurai, Mukuro. I'm not a holy knight."

"Are you sure?

"I can't help lying about this. Reward me more than that. You're right, my clothes are worn out and I want to replace them."

"Oh, I get it. I'll have it ready in a minute."

What a hundred gold coins were placed on the counter. Ask me, 20 silver coins per oak. They say it's ten gold coins per high oak. Combine the gold coins in your hand and you'll even get 103 pieces.

What do you care about making money!? If this is the case, even Mine, who loves money, would have stayed in Babylon for a while and made money. Even so, Mine was somehow reluctant to go to Babylon, so there's nothing he can do. Even the demons we defeated in Gallia didn't even show a bare gesture of wanting to turn it into money. For her, maybe Gallia means something different.

I haven't had a lot of money in a long time, and under my mask is my face. No matter how expensive Babylonian prices are, with all this money, you should be able to buy bad gear.

I thanked the receptionist and tried to redeem myself after the facility.

"It's you. I did that one."

I was stopped by Rin's familiar voice. Turning to the voice, there was a white saint. Yeah, it's Roxy.

If I could, I would have liked to see you in the clothes I'm about to get new, not worn out.