It's Munchkin Healer

Two months with the bandits.

In the meantime, you have cleared 16 dungeons and have run around the dungeon with a large number of players.

Especially our pretty little girl.

I thought I was an idiot, but I had an unexpected ability.

The dungeon was no joke.

Thanks to this, every time you clear a dungeon, you spin the next dungeon immediately, and you earn 10,000 points for every two months without rest.

Collect 30,000 points and return to Earth.

It was literally two months when both the thief and I and the facilitator benefited.

Shall we rest here and go? That door looks like the last one.

“Should we all get some rest? That looks like the last door. ”

Pathfinder, who was leading the way, said.

It was a class specialized in clearing traps and navigating paths, but it felt a little different than a thief dealing with memorization.

The party stood in front of a big stone door and had an argument.

Wow. Why are there so many doors here? There are three doors like that.

“Yes! Then I'll unpack! ”

A 15-year-old boy replied.

He's a porter and hiller, but he's not a big deal.

It was just one of the many hill shuttles in the world.

Tsk. I just wish I'd wake up sooner. What do you think, Lancer?

Well, I think I'd better take a break. According to the sentence on the door, the ancient creature fell asleep · · · and wrote like this. Maybe you should take a break from the boss' room, huh?

“Hmm. You're taking a break already? I'm fine. What do you think, Lancer? ”

The tanker holding the mace bites.

She was a woman with short hair and bumpy muscles, but I haven't seen her take on a tank in a long time.

Anyway, it's my turn to answer.

I opened my mouth according to the thief.

“I think I'd better take a break. We need to rest with Mr. Pathfinder and his friend Hiller. According to the sentence on the door, the ancient entity fell asleep · · · like this. Doesn't this look like the boss' room to you? ”

“Oh. Can you read ancient scripts? I can't read either. ”

“I used to have an elf friend. That's when I learned.”

“Hey, you made friends with an elf! You're amazing!”

The Pathfinder blinks.

Of course, I didn't know that I could read such texts.

I just did what the bandits said.

In this part I was able to do a lot.

I was able to make the situation more advantageous according to the facilitator, and I was able to fill the lack of probability lightly with three tongues.

So was the merchant who is acting now.

Depending on the parties gathered, the facilitator's scenario could change fluidly thanks to the many classes played, including healers, warehouses, and poison experts.

It was my advantage to admit it.

Okay, so the party decided to sit in front of the suspected boss' room and take a break. Can I ask you all a few questions?

You set the fire according to the facilitator.

The boy who came to Hiller took out the jerky and made a simple soup called boiling water.

“Isn't it hard? I think you fell. Are you okay?"

I approached the boy boiling the soup.

Earlier on the slopes, I fell and fell on my knees, but he didn't even think about it.

You can't waste a few Mana on yourself.

“Oh, no! Thanks to you, I'm fine. You're not upset about me, are you? ”

“I can't believe you're upset. No way."

I stroked the boy's head with a smile.

The blackhead boy smiles with his teeth bared.

“Foot. I'm gonna be pissed. ”

The tank you were watching laughs.

The reason I took care of this boy was simple.

He was a boy who brought him to the porter and healer, but he was still a paid hillshuttle who had only learned how to clean.

Both up to E rank.

Although learning the Ristore will not improve the treatment, the player said he will bring the child to the dungeon with the intention of killing him.

I felt that part.

It was like seeing my childhood.

Take a rest, Porter! I'll cook for you!

“Come on, kid, take a break. I saw you dozing off earlier. Make eye contact.”

The unpacking Pathfinder approaches.

So was the tanker here, but the three men, including me, were kind to the boy.

A porter? Call me Hiller?

Foot. Hill, Purge. You want me to learn just two things and listen to Hiller? Rather, you have a higher rank of Divine Skill here. Don't you think?

“Thank you, brother! ”

“Take a break. ”

The boy lay between his bags, rubbing his eyes.

It was tiring to march at such a young age.

Because of his physical strength, the boy's player was frustrated that he did not follow the controls, and wanted to throw it away for that reason.

By the way, Lancer, why did you learn Heel and other skills? You're strong enough. For Jahl?

The boy's player asked.

Of course I didn't have to answer.

He wasn't a good character at first. So I tried to teach him the heels, and he started to change. It's like raising a warrior.

Aha · · Is that possible? My warriors have a talent for prosecution. Should I invest?

Don't you think you should try something? Do you know if you're as talented as my inventor?

The thief smiles in a strange voice.

Somehow I liked the answer.

“Come on, it's boiling! Come here!”

As soon as the soup boils, the Pathfinder summons the group.

The tanker approaches the sleeping boy and opens his mouth.

“Hey, kid! Let's eat! Let's eat confidently and go back! ”

“Haha. Never mind. Grow up. I'll leave this one for him. ”

“Yes? Uh-huh. Okay. Yeah, well, I'm so tired, I deserve that. The Lancer's got a sweet side, too. ”

The tanker slaps his shoulder with a smile.

Is it because you played the good guy for five days?

She was secretly a woman with a lot of skin.

“Haha! It's hard to meet such nice people. It's been a while since I've had a party like this! I feel so warm inside! ”

Pathfinder shares the soup.

“I don't know. This is what a party feels like. Do you know how hard it is to see a man like you? Ignore her. Ignore her. How many bastards are there? ”

The tanker glanced at me and laughed.

Stop staring, Tanker.

I don't care about the girl with the player.

A bowl was handed to me by a speedster who had less than enough of my share.

Here! Let's hand over the poisoned soup to the party!

“Haha! This is the world! Have some!”

But there was a plot.

I beg your pardon?

Huh!

Hiller, I'm surprised at the sound of the tanker.

Phew. Our facilitator is a fool, too. You checked your skills and settings, and you didn't find out my warrior was a corrupt warrior? It's easy to work with a facilitator like this. Good luck earning points from Lancers and Tankers!

What a team kill all of a sudden!

I can't believe you played like this! Are you insane?

It's about following the rules. It's the facilitator's fault anyway. What if they don't know about this? Pahaha!

The voice of the Pathfinder smiles.

Oh, shit.

I'm looking at skills and settings. I can't look at two of them.

Anyway, he couldn't do anything without me.

As a rule. You're right. I'll roll the dice.

You're going through with this?

I can't help it. How do I stop this? I've already been fooled.

The facilitator said Hiller and Tanker.

But he was calm.

I told you last time.

If an accident happens, don't react right away. Think about it a little and say it.

You hold back your laughter and inhale the soup.

[3, 5. Total 8. Success. Resisted Red Amanita Mushroom Poison.]

One, two. Total 3. Failure.

Failed?

You stopped the poison?

Hurrah!

It won't work anyway.

“Wait.”

After drinking the soup, you take the tank's bowl.

Thanks to this, the eyes of the Tanker and the Pathfinder align.

“Why? You're short on liver? ”

“Well, what is it? Is there a problem?"

Several voices were surprised.

The thief speaks in an eerie voice.

My spearer has a skill called Poisonous Sting. Not with this kind of poison. Isn't that right, Master?

Of course, not with this kind of poison.

Two impostors kissed.

It was a wonderful combination.

I'm doing everything for you.

Abdomen, poisonous saliva? Where do you get skills like that? Why would a Lancer learn such a skill?

Should I just say I've been through a lot?

You, you've been after me from the start! You've been making fun of me from the start!

Surprised Pathfinder shouts.

You spill the Tanker's soup listening to the player's voice.

“This soup. It was poisoned.”

“D-poison? ”

“Oh no! ”

The Pathfinder moves fearfully at the end.

But not a chance.

I stabbed him through the spear.

[[Plural] title is active. Increases all stats by one level.]

HP: D C (144/149)

Strength: C B

Agility: D C

Will: C B

Mana: D C (98/159)

The failed Pathfinder quickly counteracted. 3, 2. Total 5. Failure. But the Spear of the Lancer was faster?

[4, 3. Total 7. Success.]

Boom!

A red spear pops up with the facilitator's words.

The spear pierced his throat in an instant, and the spider collapsed, looking into my eyes.

“Ugh, ugh, ugh. ”

It was the end of meaningless greed.

Fluffy!

[3,211 points. You killed a Corrupt Warrior.]

Yaaa!

3211 points!

I won't give you a boss monster like this!

I got an unexpected reward.

And after going for a long time, I realized the conditions under which the plural title is triggered, and I realized that it is triggered when fighting warriors with players.

However, I couldn't understand why it was triggered when fighting the ‘Undead Slime’.

Was he a warrior, too?

It was hard to understand.

The corrupt warrior who was after the party was in the hands of the warehouse knight. You don't even know the skill of a Lancer. That was really stupid.

Uh, how did this happen?

Hehe. You don't think I knew what Pashinder was up to? Don't you think you used it on purpose?

The moderator of the relaxed voice said.

You didn't know, man.

Don't play dumb.

I don't know about the other facilitators, but I can't. He hid the fact that he was a corrupt warrior, so I wondered what he was up to. That was a terrible plan. The inventor, myself included, noticed the plan.

What? I'm sorry.

Phew. That was a pretty obvious plan.

Even as a Pathfinder, you can't play Looney in my game. Especially if it offends other players.

The weighted facilitator said.

Facilitators and bandits were enjoying themselves.

The last time I told you about the master of the field dungeon, you were excited about the best progress, and you were imitating the ambassador.

“What, what is it? Is this guy trying to kill us? ”

A startled tank rises.

You pull out the spear in your neck and touch the face of the Pathfinder.

The red tattoo was hidden under his chin.

I said, "You look familiar. You're a corrupt warrior. I just let it go because I needed points. I didn't think it would come to this. Were you surprised?”

“Oh no · · · What a surprise. ”

The tanker blushes and mutters.

That's it.

Whether the player is cleared, the lost speedster leaves the game.

I'm gonna see all the crazy ones. Is this a game you made players kill each other? Fuck you, fuck you!

Why didn't you go after our healer? Is that him? That's too bad. I could have ditched the character.

Maybe he needed someone to carry his luggage. Or maybe he was just trying to get it over with. Anyway, that was a great move. That's what you've been doing, believing in my warehouse?

Tankers, hillers and bandits have spoken.

The facilitator replied with a soft voice.

Phew, no. This is also the capacity of a great facilitator, isn't it? Identifying content that could evolve into a crisis and engaging players. It was a dangerous scenario, but thank you for enjoying it.

Hehe. Thanks to you, my spearer gained an unexpected advantage. It was fun.

Wow. I thought you were going to get chewed up like this. That was fun!

You're amazing! You tricked us into fooling Rooney? You're so mean!

Haha, no problem. Thank you for enjoying it.

The facilitator smiles shyly.

No, it's not.

She didn't know anything.

If it weren't for me, I'd be in a state of panic and panic again.

Anyway, I cleaned up the body with the tanker.

Then you look at the tanker with a slaughtered eye.

“Hey, Tanker? Can't we just keep it a secret from him? ”

“Yes? Why? ”

The tanker that was moving the body bites.

It was before we started this scenario.

You want romance?

Does Bromance matter?

I opposed the pole, but it was an opportunity to listen to the facilitator's demands.

Do it once, I will.

“He remembers the Pathfinder like a good person · · · I don't want to tell you this horrible reality. Is that what you think, Tanker? Tanker is also · · · · a warm hearted person. ”

“Yes? Yes · · · · · · · · ·. ”

The tanker looked around and looked at me.

Suddenly, I grabbed both hands.

“Me · · · I was actually scared too! Sid is so strong and considerate! I would have eaten the soup if it wasn't for Sid. It's all thanks to you, Sid! * Sobbing *

No, it's not working.

The tanker hugged me with heavy strength.

“Ugh! Oh, no! It's okay, it was nothing. We're supposed to help each other! ”

“No, I've never felt like this before. I think I'm in love with Sid! ”

Oh, I see your warrior has fallen for my spearer.

Hehe! My tank is hard on the outside, but it's soft on the inside. Enough to fall in love with! Well, I'm not so bad myself!

Romance in a dungeon?

Three female voices laugh.

Especially thieves.

That yawning · · ·

This is what you asked for romance?

You push the tanker away with an awkward face.

I was not easily pushed because my strength was high.

“I'm sorry, I'm not unattractive because I'm an occupant, but I can't betray my wife. Please understand.”

“Yes? Ha ha · · Seed also has a family in this world · · · · · · · · ·. ”

“That's it. Let's go back. We've got a body hidden. ”

“But no one will know about today. Just Me and Sid's Secret! ”

“Son!!! Dinner's ready! Get up!!! ”

I hurried to wake up the boy.

The tanker clears out the wardrobe with a rattling sound.

I haven't had one of these in seven years. What's wrong with you?

Neither did the last priest. I guess I'm loved by the players.

Anyway, the Triad's party was a piece of cake.

And when this game was over, my beloved goddess was planning on bringing her here.

A very special scenario.

A scenario in which the goddess will weep.

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