It's Munchkin Healer

What…… what?

Stupid voice asks.

Oh, my God.

The thief was briefly impressed.

If he loses control, he loses his wits.

He was a horse walking up the stairs.

“I don't know how great he is, but he's a player after all. And you're chewing on probability, and you're just gonna let that happen? You're the facilitator after all? Have you no respect?"

You crazy son of a bitch! Myanmar! You're a player after all! Lord Joo is talking about people who have a class of myth to rule a world! You want me to make an enemy out of him? Do you know who that is?

“We already have enemies. ”

By the time he gets in here, he's already an enemy.

I... umm... want to go out.

I'm not going anywhere.

“Get out of here. ”

I climbed the stairs, smiling heavily.

With these two, there was no day to stop laughing.

“S-Saint? Are you talking to the will? Defender? Unlike the will that ruled me? ”

Mathis, who was following, asked.

She doesn't look tired, even though she climbs the high stairs.

“That's right. I'll tell you the details later. Anyway, just like I said, put out a sub target. I don't care if you put it on or not. There must have been a field dungeon in the Temple of the Earth. But I don't know what to do. You have no idea what caused the dungeon. That's what I'm telling you. That's it.”

But…….

“You said you were jealous of the facilitator who ran the field dungeon alone last time, right? Now's your chance. Hundreds of players are on the move with one move. Like a conductor of a massive orchestra! Aren't you coveted?”

I seduced her with a sweet voice.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.

Oh, but it's too dangerous...

It's dangerous, so you have to stop breathing. We have our reasons anyway. Let's get this over with.

Ugh... Will he still be beaten by one sub-target? No matter how talented and brilliant our healer may be.

The hesitant facilitator said.

Him?

Has his name changed from him to him already?

I laughed and said.

“Hey, that warrior from last time. Don't you know what happened? ”

Warrior?

Well, what did I do? Didn't you kill the warrior and drive him out?

Two voices asked.

You don't know.

Then tell me.

“Dead. Possible penalty for coming in person. Don't worry, I'll make her do the same this time. Nothing's gonna happen to you. ”

He said as he climbed the high stairs.

They haven't spoken in a while.

Oh my... I didn't hear anything. That's what happened.

The thief mutters in a quiet voice.

Go. Do you come down and disappear? You killed him?

The facilitator excites with a surprised voice.

“It's a kind of fruit punch. ”

I replied with a dull face.

I guess I didn't know the warrior was dead.

“I was in the middle of a facilitator at the time, and you didn't say anything? You really didn't know?”

Even if you're the same facilitator... you don't share information with each other...

He probably didn't say anything. It's humiliating not to be able to stop the player from vanishing. Moreover, who would want to play the game with the facilitator who killed the player? I told you, God's death is sensitive. No one wants to go near it. I'm glad to hear that. It's not going to leak out because of the inherent fear. But you never said anything unnecessary, did you?

“I don't know. I did what I always do. ”

Then you wouldn't have found out.

I didn't notice that.

The thief and the facilitator said.

Anyway, that's all I had to do with the two of you.

The mob rushed the mob.

“Anyway, hurry up and sub target. Throw Aggro at him and I'll smash him to bits. I'll make sure you don't get left behind. Trust me."

Any specific plans?

The thief asked with a serious voice.

“You said it yourself. The sacraments inside Tartarus and the probability of the coming of the Holy Spirit are offsetting each other. Literally crushing a saint is the end of it. As often as possible, they can be struck down and exterminated. ”

It's dangerous... It's too dangerous...

Hehe. When were we ever safe?

The thief replied to the facilitator's complaint.

She soon regained her strength, he said.

Ugh... Great! We're on the same team! If we die, we die together! Me too. What, you've screwed the player once or twice? This time, the Lord is going to fuck us too. Gun! Gun!

“We grew up a lot. ”

Don't call me that!

I had a bloody laugh.

The cowardly and grumpy one grew up like this.

[Tiring!]

[Main Objective: Destroy Tartaros [0/1]]

[Sub goal: defeat a corrupt fake saint and return of a real saint [0/1]]

[Stop the demons of the false saint in the dungeons. "100 points" will be awarded to all fighters participating in the Raid upon completion.]

A frightening message alarm came to mind when I finished speaking.

Raydra.

That's a good word.

It was a word that summarizes this situation and makes my heart throb.

This allowed the priests above to understand the situation and who the real enemy was.

“Huh? Is this... the Saint's? ”

Mathis was surprised to see the air.

I could see her as a warrior.

“The guys on my team helped me. Not all defenses are bad. ”

Hehe. Overpraise.

Ugh... I knew it... I ran away...

The sincere voices said.

Anyway, I smiled at the status window.

“Anyway. But what's 100 points? 100 points. It's really small. You have to walk for 300 points. ”

You're giving me a budget? Do you know how many warriors there are here?

“How many are there? ”

I was really curious.

It's like 1,000. 100,000 points? Oh my God, what did I do... I have to reduce it to ten points!

Foot, it's too late.

“I'll have to work on my next budget. ”

I knew this guy was a comedian.

West, sub-target engaged! Who called the facilitator?

The facilitator is in?

Oh... right! The field dungeon is open! There's nothing you can't sing! By the rules!

Ooh, we're calling the facilitator! How long are you gonna keep fighting this setup? We need to get a good sub-target on our side and suck it fast! Call it in!

Era, it's just a field dungeon now, Professor Cole!

Facilitator call!

I'm a facilitator, Cole!

Soon, a number of players called the facilitator.

It was hard to do it for the first time, too, but it was a trait for people to rush in when someone started.

Of course, in this case, the gods.

What I experienced was not very different.

Hi, thank you for calling me. This is...?

Huh? Isn't this the priesthood? This place is forbidden to the facilitators…….

Ah, no! Field dungeon is up. Please proceed! Let's do it!

Oh, yes! It is an honor to be in charge of this process. So let's get started. Oops. It's urgent that so many monsters arrive! The paladin has raised his sword in a terrible crisis!

[Tiring!]

[Sub target: Paladin troop protection. [984/984]]

[Each paladin who buffs and heals will receive "10 points" when completed.]

[Tiring!]

[Sub target: Priest Protection [269/269]]

[Protect the priests from the attacks of monsters. Each surviving priest will be awarded "1 point" to the paladin who makes the most contribution upon completion.]

[Tiring!]

……

I heard a lot of messages in my ears.

Dozens of facilitators suddenly appeared on the field dungeon raid, and the number of priests who noticed the riot and went down increased.

With this, Tartarus' defenses will be much better defended.

At first, those who advocated for 'The Great One’ started participating in the dungeon.

No priests, to the paladin! Protect the Goddess!

3 & 4 Total 7 Successes! The paladin stood firm against the claws of the beast! What a sacrifice!

5, 6 Total 11 Successes! The swift sword splits the monster's head in half!

Stop them! Attack!

Sacred sword! Sacred shield!

Hold your ground! Defenses must not fall!

Get that elf out of there! Don't let him die!

Yay, you're busy! It tastes good!

Hold your position!

It was a very satisfactory confusion.

Ehm... I've done enough. Can I go back? Are you sure you did enough? I'll go first!

When he finished his work, he took off his feet.

Good job.

H-aren 't you going to see Hiller? To keep an eye on him?

to see the end of this story.

The thief spoke in a meaningful voice.

Soon after greeting him, he ran away and climbed the stairs with Mathis.

Are you sure you're okay? I think the bottom is better for earning points.

A thief spoke between complex voices.

Strangely, I could only hear his voice.

“I've already collected 100,000 points. Before you came. The other 50,000 points can be used on Earth? ”

Of course I do.

The thief answered briefly.

[Return to Earth and prepare for the coming war. You have survived this world.]

[Revive a dead Native or a warrior.]

I looked at the status window with a palpitating chest.

No matter how hard I worked for it.

How desperate I was to see this again.

My heart trembled with the opportunity to come again.

But you can't just leave.

I had to clean up my mess and leave.

“Saint!”

The follower, Mathis, cries.

“Beyond that wall is a secret passageway! But you've reached 100,000 points and you're not going? ”

Mathis gathers her hands and asks.

You grin and touch the lime in your bag.

“My conscience is over. ”

String!

The rhyme in the bag answered.

“And my name is Trying. Let's just call it a try. ”

“Sid……? ”

“Anyway, call me whatever you like. ”

Last but not least, you head for the wall that Mattis pointed at.

Pushing against the rugged wall reveals a dazzling bright space, and you see a white cloth that cuts through the huge room.

But this time it wasn't the outside of the cloth.

It was inside where the saint was.

You're very clever. I've done a lot of good things.

“You're a very clever man. I've done a lot of good things. ”

Two voices rang out.

The holy woman stood with me and Mathis behind her back.

The moment I walked in here, all the players' voices that were ringing in my ears disappeared, and all I had left in the room was me and the sound of a holy woman's breath.

I understood you. You hid your existence among the voices like a tree in the forest. But I can't avoid my eyes. You... you can hear us, right?

“I understood you. In the forest……. ”

Cube shaped floors.

Some turned black, some turned off the light, and some turned white and looked like random colored chessboards.

And there was a saint standing on a white tile.

With a black sickle in his hand, waving his red hair.

It resembles the sickle of envoys coming out of a Western fantasy, and the saint slowly turned her head and looked at me.

“ ……. ”

Where the eye should be, there was only a flash of light.

“So what. A nuclear warlock is reporting a nuclear warhead. No conscience.”

I stepped forward smiling.

The saint also smiled maliciously and met Mathis.

You don't need anyone's help to step on a bug. Come. I'll deal with you myself.

“You don't need anyone's help stepping on a bug. Come. I'll deal with you myself. ”

Chaen...

The girl with the big sickle said.

A shimmering glow above me in black.

It was like the boss cut god from the game.

“Then die to the bugs. Like a god who died in the snow. ”

Continued at 65.00