Max Level Newbie

I couldn't tell how many days I had walked.

I think I went down and went up more than ten times. The uncomfortable silence of no monsters, let alone the exit, made the blanks uncomfortable.

Through a little tension, he gradually loosened his sharp-pressed senses and whipped himself again and again. In the meantime, the various distractions that came to mind were enough to dig through the Vulcan's mind.

Can't you say there's no monster?’

'No, what if you let your guard down and make a surprise in the dark?’

'No, I had a chance a long time ago if you were going to. It's also seen as a simple passageway.'

'I think I walked for over a week, but where on earth is the end?’

'Whatever it is, please come out.'

'You don't have to walk forever like this.'

'I don't know. This isn't the end.’

'Can I go back home?’

'I miss you, family, ·····'

‘······.’

The tension to prepare for an unexpected attack, the distractions and anxieties that ensue from the tail were gradually swept away by the waves of time.

It's been a month since I walked and walked silently. The deepening darkness encircled the whole body of the Vulcan, but he did not feel it.

The view darkened and nothing was heard. Subsequently, the sense of smell, the sense of touch, all senses were obscured by darkness. I couldn't feel anything. It's been a long time since the feeling of walking disappeared.

The Vulcan walked only forward like a doll with a broken thread. Is it because of that? The Vulcan could not hear the alarm coming out of the system properly.

[You have cleared all quests for Nomal Difficulty.]

[Hell Difficulty, entering the Asgardian continent.]

[Act 1. Belong City]

The darkness lifted and the dazzling light awakened the whole body of the Vulcan.

2. The Strongest Goblin Ever

The first thing that came into sight after sobering up was the vast grassland. The sight of the unending green earth glistening under the sunlight gave a cool piercing to the heart of the Vulcan who had been trapped in the cave for a long time, but also brought questions.

"At the end of the cave, I thought there was an ancient dungeon or the last Bosmonster."

What unfolded before me is just a meadow of peaceful scenery. It was a completely different scene from Vulcan's expectations.

Vulcan, who had been agonizing for some time over unexpected developments, opened the quest window, but there were no remaining quests, including [the last entry into Asgard].

While he was unconscious, the quest was completed, or the place he was stepping on now seemed to mean Asgard itself.

'No, if you've given it a grand name as the last quest, shouldn't there be some reward when you clear it?'

I waited for a while because I thought there would be an alarm through the system, but the only thing that comes back is the emptiness and the cool breeze blowing from somewhere.

Vulcan decided to give up waiting any longer and move his body.

His gaze followed the dirt road across the green meadow. The length enough for two carriages to travel at once was beginning just in front of where they were sticking their hips.

'Everyone can tell you to follow this road.’

Sometimes these unfriendly quests appeared.

Vulcan was thinking of using his skills to move quickly, but decided not to. Even if it was a little late, it was better to preserve the stamina.

The Vulcan followed the dirt road with leisurely steps.

*

"Damn it."

After walking for about two hours, the blanks spat out curses at the signs they encountered.

200 kilometers to Belong City.

The existence of the city after a long time was welcome, but Vulcan was never happy. This is because the text on the sign looked like the first I've ever seen.

Thanks to the blessing of the system, the first letters and languages are automatically interpreted and accepted, but the meaning itself is understood, not completely replaced by the mother tongue.

Therefore, I could be sure that the characters I see now were in a form that was nowhere to be seen.

'It's definitely not Earth, it's a letter I've never seen on the Rube. Ha! You didn't come back to Earth. God damn it.'

I've already returned to Earth, and isn't this one of the Earths, not the Lubel Continent?

It was one of the hopeful ideas that Vulcan had as he walked along the dirt road.

Of course, I thought it was a delusion without any reality and gave up my expectations in advance, but it was true that I felt weak when I was clearly refuted shortly after.

"Phew,"

The Vulcan sighed.

Nothing was easy. Ever since I was dragged into this strange place.

Vulcan shook off his regret. In any case, we have figured out the direction and distance of the new city. That alone was a great harvest.

It would take less than half an hour to travel at full speed using the Spirit of Lightning. There was no need to save stamina. It's already been two hours since I saw a monster.

"The Spirit."

When the skill was called out, the bones and flesh that formed the body of the Vulcan disappeared, and the thunderclap that made the sound of a chirp replaced it. After a while, the Vulcan, which turned into a perfect spirit of lightning, appeared.

"Let's go."

The whole body of Vulcan was filled with a sense of height at the thought of the exhilarating speed.

It was then. A little monster came into the eyes of the Vulcan.

About 100 meters ahead, he was walking proudly with a weapon, but he couldn't tell whether it was Goblin or Orc.

"I've been so nervous and wary, but the first thing I've ever seen is a mob, like hell."

Vulcan began to run with a giggle.

The distance from the monster, which seemed to be a small dot, quickly narrowed. As soon as he reached the range, he blew off the lightening speed and ran toward Belong City without slowing down.

And in front of it, the monster who was just attacked by the Lightning Spear blocked it.

The Vulcan was embarrassed.

'Didn't you get hit and die? A miscellaneous mob?'

Vulcan looked closely at the monster.

"Kyruk, Kruk."

It was Goblin.

“······.”

Obviously it was Goblin. Although much larger than the regular goblin, the big ears, the long hooked nose, and the green skin were sure of goblin.

Vulcan felt his head dazed.

Goblin's average level is 10.

In some cases, it was raised to 25 in the case of particularly strong individuals or boss monsters, but even so, it was not enough to withstand a lightening speed of 99 levels.

Even that guy isn't at the level of perseverance, but he's living a lively life and spewing murder at himself.

What the hell is he doing?’

Isn't that Goblin? At the thought of doing so, Vulcan examined the exact specifications of the monster through the system.

[Wandering Goblin Mukush]

[90Lv]

“······.”

He is the second most formidable opponent I've ever met.

A ferocious monster that boasts the highest level after Elderich Prezzol, a 97-level Bosmonster.

It was not the ancient Misrile Golem, the high devil, or the big monster, who was spouting 90 levels of majesty all over his body.

It was just one goblin.

*

Honestly, I was careless.

Some of them were easier than others were more difficult. But it was only a problem with the commercialization between itself and the monster, and never before had a low-grade monster appeared for a level. Nevertheless, he let his guard down.

Goblin was a monster who was able to fight even when the Vulcan was level 5. He was treated like a stone rolling along the street because he did not give him enough experience after he was over 30 levels.

So it was hard to imagine the stone swinging the Palchion at a faster pace than the superlative Desnite, wrapped in a formidable steel flag on the weapon.

It was no wonder that the Vulcan was embarrassed.

Kkagagagang!

Goblin Mukushu swung the Palchion at an unseen speed. Each attack was less sophisticated, but it was full of hideousness. It was full of determination to completely destroy what he had taken as an enemy.

It's as if the great leader of the Hoin tribe is dealing with a series of claws that he wields with all his might. The Vulcan felt pressure.

'The sword alone doesn't work.’

Vulcan acknowledged his opponent.

The monster in front of you is the top monster of 90 levels before Goblin. There was nothing to be ashamed of for the Vulcan's exertion.

Vulcan, which used the rebound of the sword and the sword to widen the distance, used magic.

"Helfire. Hellfire.”

Two head-sized fireballs were made behind Goblin Mukushu's back.

Vulcan first manipulated only one Hellfire and attacked Mukushu. A fiery sphere fell toward the top of Goblin. The other, hovering in the air, was looking for a chance to fly in the direction that Mukushu avoided.

'As soon as I escape the first Hellfire, I'll finish with a blow to the brain and a blow to the Hellfire.'

It will not be easy to avoid a "brain blow" and a second Hellfire combined as soon as they avoid a high-speed Hellfire. If any injury is caused, then it will be easy.

Vulcan foretold victory and gave strength to the sword's hand.

But Goblin Mukush didn't move as Vulcan thought.

"Curl!"

With his right foot covered with strong flags, Mukushu kicked the Hellfire falling overhead with a Scorpion kick.

The Hellfire, which was flown at a faster pace than before by Mukushu's angular strength, aimed for the upper body of the Vulcan.

“······!”

Bulkan, who had been dazed for a while, quickly lifted the lightning sword and let the Hellfire slip aside.

In the meantime, two throwing axes flew in for the ankle and chest. The Vulcan jumped high and avoided both axes.

The gaze of the floating Vulcan and Mukushu collided. When I felt a little uneasy about the opponent's expression, which somehow seemed to be smiling, a ten-meter-long red gingham soared from the Palchion of Mukushu. Then he was struck toward the Vulcan.

"The Spirit!"

The Vulcan, which was lit by the Spirit of Lightning, escaped the massive sword and sword in a move that disregarded gravity. A huge shock wave broke out with a rumble.

The ground, which had passed through a reddish-colored strong season, had been cut into large pieces. Vulcan's eyes were caught with unrealistic scenes as if he had cut off a soft cheesecake, and Goblin Mukushu's shoulders as if he had finally warmed up.

Squeak

A deep sneer caught Mukushu's mouth and heard something breaking in the head of the Vulcan, which could fully understand its intentions, even if the species were different.

Vulcan decided to test the new skill on Goblin Mukushu.

"······초열지옥."

As soon as I spoke the starter, a huge amount of mana burst out.

An incredible amount of magic that lasts only a minute. Without the mana potion, he could not even think of using it twice in a row.

'It's two hours of cool time anyway, so I can't use it.

But you don't have to use it twice.

Ten seconds, not one minute, is enough.

"Crylic? Cyric!"

Firearms poured out of the Vulcan's feet burned a circular land measuring 500 meters in diameter.

There was no place on fire everywhere. The heat is so intense that it can't be completely blocked by the strength of the whole body.

A terrible pain was conveyed through Goblin Mukush's scream.

"Cruelich! Coup! Kuroop!"

Realizing that defense was impossible, Mukushu tried to escape beyond the scope of the super-heated hell, wary of the Vulcan. A distance of 500 meters, a few seconds of running, is enough to escape.

But it wasn't the blanks to leave it alone.

"Explosion"

With a volcano-like roar, a huge explosion occurred in the front of Mukushu.

Mukushu's left shoulder, which was quickly pulled out, was seen burning completely. It was a blow to the point where the left arm could not be used.

"It doesn't compare with the usual flame magic, does it? It's a technique of drawing fire around, and the damage is tremendous if used here."

"Crrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!"

With a groan of pain and anger, Mukushu rushed in.

You can't run away because of the exploit, and if you stay still, you'll burn.

An unhesitating rush made as soon as one realizes that killing a demonstrator is the best way. The strong flag surrounding the Palchion in his right hand was giving off a hideous air.

However, it was not a threat to Vulcan, who was fully prepared.

"The Spirit."

The body of the Vulcan, composed of organisms, was transformed into the Spirit of Fire. A blister appeared behind Mukushu's back swinging the Palchion at an alarming rate. He had a golden sword in his right hand.

Fears filled Mukushu's eyes as he turned his neck in a weapon-wielding position and looked at the Vulcan. A voice without mercy was low.

"A blow to the brain."

From the top of the head, a sharp sword-shifting trick was carried out, neatly cutting the groin.