Mangem's Paladin

My chest was pounding strangely. I feel inspired. I've never felt this sensation before. This is the first time the world has gained EXP since it turned into a game.

However, as soon as I checked the EXP bar, the feeling of pride disappeared and disappointment came to me. The experience has risen a little. With this experience, you will only be able to level up by a few months.

Gunwook looks at the witch.

The witch's spell just flew out of the battle and wiped out the enemies. It was a very sophisticated and clever support, but the witch had a face that looked as if she had done nothing. In fact, the witch was fighting roughly now.

The witch smiled and said,

"How many more times?"

Gunwook nods.

Again, he smashes down all the hostiles he encounters. Moreover, the witch quietly assisted him when he stormed, writing spells so that he would not fall into crisis. However, with such help, Gunwook was able to fight easily among the enemies.

After so many battles, the witch said.

"You don't have to test how well we fight."

"You think you're good at fighting?"

"Awesome. Anyway, now that the test is over, I won't refrain."

So I declared, and the witch began to show her skill in earnest.

I ran into a dead platoon again. As the Gunwook strikes, a fiery ball of fire flies through the side.

The squadron of the dead fled the fireball quickly. After all, the fireballs that burst out of the air did not burn any of the dead.

However, the scattered enemies avoided the explosion and were exposed to Gunuk's assault without cohesion.

The sound of thumping, Gunwook accepts one of the dead and blows it to his shoulder. I cut that throat and roared.

"Come on, La!"

Then the squadron of the deceased stepped up to fight back. The officer's dead man draws his sword and runs to Gunwook. Gunwook intended to take care of him first, but he didn't have to.

The officer's death did not come running, but froze with the knife high. Mez, it's an ice spell. Gunwook stares at the disabled enemy and strikes the rifle men.

The Holy Sword slit the throat of the unlucky Rifleman.

In the meantime, a shining ice flare was flying in the dark. It was a wizard's attack spell. Moreover, while swinging the sword once, three ice flares have flown through the enemy's nest.

After all, the battle ended so quickly that it was futile. The Death Squadron, composed of fifteen rifles and one officer, was destroyed without even attempting a rebellion.

That kind of combat continued. There is a battle closer to genocide than a battle.

The witch looked at Gunwook's gaze and seemed to know what Gunwook wanted. Every witch's magic was precisely in keeping with Gunuk's intentions. Moreover, every time a deadly spell is blown to the wary enemy, the ice flare, which will be slower than a bullet, never misses the enemy's breath.

Now the battle is over by swinging the Gunwook three or four times.

[EXP 4564 Acquired]

Picking up the debris left by the dead, Gunwook recalls the sight he saw at the gambling field. Did they say they were going to pick a high-ranking supporter and blow the big buck? It was worth it. With a powerful supporter, it was possible to sweep through the dungeon like this.

'I use a different spell than the old wizards.'

I was no longer hesitant with Gunwook's movements, as long as I was aware of his companion's strength. The battle became faster and simpler over and over again.

Moreover, when she charged and roared, the witch began to memorize the spell. Among the enemies, Gunwook drastically defeated several enemies with the greatest possible movement. The witch's firepower was to destroy the enemy in an instant.

The two confirmed each other's skills and moved on as they got used to it.

Over time, I encountered another horde of enemies.

This time it was a different death squad. An exceptionally conspicuous dead man was mixed up in the platoon. The other deceased were wearing yellow military uniforms, and that alone was a samurai dressed in armor.

The witch looked carefully at the samurai and said,

"That's a name. I recommend a five-person party.They 're all handed over because the mez isn't working. If he strikes, it could be a dangerous situation. Shall we turn it over too?"

Gunwook thought a little and asked.

"Can I fight?"

And the witch laughed.

"Of course, do what we want to do."

The beginning of this battle was witchcraft. I placed a transparency spell and a noise suppression spell on myself and approached the side of the enemy pack. The dead were taking quarters like soldiers, but the witches easily found their gaps.

The witch memorized the spell in the squadron's blind spot. Fireball order.

In the midst of the crowd, the exact lump of fire blossomed. A fuzzy explosion.

As if swallowed up by darkness, the ghosts are covered in light. The heat spreads in the flashes and burns the dead.

In that flash, a dead soldier lifts a 38-style artillery gun. It was a car pointed at a witch with a transparency boot.

The cannon drops into the flashes.

It was a Gunwook raid. The whole body weighs heavily, and the rush takes the ranks of the dead.

In the midst of the fallen enemies, Gunwook wields the Holy Sword, shoots it with a shield, and blows it with his shoulders. In the meantime, witches' spells are plunged into enemy spots. Immediately, the sleepwalkers were destroyed.

The samurai deceased, left alone, wanted to run towards the witch. I stopped him and roared.

"Hey, look at me!"

It looks like Aggro has been attracted. Samurai's massive attitude overflowed. Lower in top position.

Gunwook took it to the bottom of the Holy Sword and wrapped it up. The principle of the lever, that attitude, was pushed away.

Samurai's upper body is empty.

Gunwook stabbed him in the neck without hesitation, then twisted. Samurai's neck was severed. This is enough for a man to be dead.

"Named dead people don't die when they're stabbed?"

Witch's advice was appropriate. Samurai not only survived being stabbed in the throat, but also tried to fight back. But Gunwook didn't give me a chance.

Gunwook takes his hand from the sacred sword stuck to the enemy's neck. He reached out his bare right hand and grabbed Samurai's wrist with an attitude.

Samurai did not escape Gunwook's grasp. I kicked him in the stomach. Samurai's body was heavily swayed.

Gunwook priced his body with a shield without hesitation. I stabbed a dead spear out of the inventory in the stomach that was completely torn apart.

Samurai's movements stopped. The frozen ice flare is stuck in the witch's head.

It was the end. Samurai fell into ashes.

This was all done after two breaths.

[EXP 13566 Acquired]

As the EXP seeps into his head, Gunwook looks at the ashes of the slippery dead.

Probably strong, this enemy was not a difficult opponent at all. So vain.

"You're on your own? We count the ogres."

Gunwook trembled at the witch's words.

"Praise and thanks · · · ·."

"It's not a compliment, it's an admiration. That's real strong? Three freaks. It's never a level 50 combat force, but it's reliable even if you're a 4-Star Crusader, not a player."

A muttering witch stares at Gunwook.

"I'm nervous," he said. Ogre, were you exhausted? "

"I'm not pretending to be weak. Fighting with great tension."

"So why don't you fight tensely? Do you feel a crisis?"

Gunwook thought for a moment and crossed his head.

"No."

I felt nervous, but I didn't feel a crisis. And now that the battle was over, all the tension that remained was gone.

The witch was satisfied with the answer. I smiled and said,

"I've done my best, and I've accomplished my purpose today. Shall we go back now?"

I decided to. Gunwook collected the small pieces of equipment and ammunition dropped by the dead.

I encountered several other player parties on my way back to the elevator. I was hunting, neither intense nor urgent. It was far behind the shooter, so the priestly player's face was boring and glimpsing.

I'm past them. I'm back in the elevator at the entrance to the dungeon.

In front of the dungeon, the merchants were delighted against the players. I went into a store that handles ammunition. The small items collected this time from the inventory, especially ammunition from the dead, were taken out by Soobuk.

The ammunition accumulated in the south-east has returned to the south-east gold coin. The merchant said with a full smile, paying the price.

"You brought tons of them, and I gave you more. Knight."

Dry Alba, who was moving the cargo, looked at this side with envy.

I was distressed to face that look. Gunwook asked the merchant with a glance.

"Do you even buy junk guns?"

"Gee, I can't buy it because I don't have it. Buy it."

The dead also dropped a piece of scrap metal. This item is classified as a junk item in the game. It is no more valuable than scrap metal and sold for a decent price.

Then I asked who bought the goods, and the merchant said,

"I buy civilians with no level. For the purpose of jumping into the dungeon."

"In the dungeon? With these weapons?"

"It's a world where you can't marry without land to inherit." I'd rather go into the dungeon and shoot. Luckily, if you survive long enough to get a level and become a player, your status will increase. "

The general public, who despised the players, now admired the players. Moreover, while listening silently, the merchant kept saying:

"There is a limit to cleaning guns with a cloth without heavy oil because they die from gunfire in the dungeon and have to be replaced like consumables. It is a yeast product that sells well in many ways. If you're going to make money, you better keep beating up the dead. It's good to earn steadily."

Gunwook left the store unanswered. Then I bought a few more potions with the money I earned this time and moderately strengthened the Prepaid Weapon, the Spear of Death.

After all that, I returned home with the witch.

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The witch looked pleased at home.

"Ogre, we're beautiful! Very pretty!"

"What a pretty one."

"Fight well! It's amazing!"

The witch smiles and slaps Gunwook's back. However, he held a glass of wine in his hand.

The glass is almost empty. After following Gunwook, the witch continued to drink with a one-shot and a nostril.

It was an extremely expensive wine. All the symbols of the fortress were like that.

'A bottle of 30,000 gold is a price that players can buy without the cost, but those who don't can't.'

Moreover, it was wrong to look at that luxury.

In fact, everything I saw today was the same.

Gunwook recalls the old players. They were part of a peaceful society, so it was awkward to give them the role of RPG player. They fought fiercely, terrified in front of the enemy. Whatever they were, they were part of the Republic of Korea.

But not the players I saw today. They existed as RPG players in the dungeon.

They were residents of RPG in the true sense.

The generation has changed. Unlike the old players who lived peacefully with the exception of the two-year military experience, the players of the fortress would have leveled up with battles and battles over and over again. And in the process of seeking efficiency and safety so that we can continue to fight, we will naturally have to repeat our tiresome hunting practices.

Gunwook understood the change, but couldn't see it well.

Thirty years later, the Republic of Korea was swallowed up in a catastrophic game and its inhabitants were also drawn. Moreover, it was never a good thing for Gunwook.

"Why are you so depressed? You fought so well today."

When the witch asked, Gunwook answered briefly.

"It's just a little futile."

"What's in vain?"

I couldn't tell you what I thought. Witches were also one of the planetary elements of this mangem as a supporter.

Gunwook took out another reason.

"The battle wasn't so intense. It was so different from the one in the cell. I don't like intense combat, but it's too crisis-free. I feel like I'm just doing what I have to do, not fighting."

Gunwook didn't even like the feeling of mixing himself into the game. It didn't have to be said, but the witch nodded and said.

"Well, we both have specs on the run, but we've been fighting enemies below our level. Absolutely. If you fight a level enemy like us, your feelings will be different."

At that moment, Gunwook recalls the priests of death he encountered in the Black Tower. The first 'Enemies to Level' encountered were terribly dangerous opponents.

Moreover, as Gunwook became more graceful, the witch spoke.

"If you want to fight like that, you can do it. It must be big enough to get a high-risk high return. Leveling up would be much faster. You want that?"

Gunwook hesitated to answer while recalling his purpose. The purpose of going down to the end of the basement. I recalled that and calculated the EXP obtained today.

I hit quite a lot of enemies today, but I didn't get much experience. At this rate, going down to the end of the basement would have been a distant future.

Gunwook replied within a week.

"If you're in favor, too."

And the witch was not at all reluctant to make that decision. With a smile on his face, the witch expressed her support.

"All right! He's coming. Very good! Then let's go. Let's go wake up the Orcs."

From that evening, the witch began to teach information and targets about the Orcs that came from the 100th floor of the basement. Moreover, it was very disturbing and detailed to hear. A demonstration of unknown information from what I've picked up.

I seemed to have gathered information beforehand.

Gunwook looked at the face of a witch who was explaining it so hard. Looking at the smiley face, Gunwook realized that the witch wanted this situation from the beginning. A situation in which a player is actively at risk.

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