Max Level Newbie

' '··36363636 368? Level 371? Is the system out of order?’

The Vulcan's mouth was wide open.

It's a ridiculous figure.

No, it was beyond a ridiculous level and never thought about it. Vulcan rubbed his eyes and doubted his own.

I had no choice but to. It was such a ridiculous situation.

Am I dreaming now?’

Deep wrinkles formed between the eyes of the blanks.

The level of the bullcans that exist in the Ruevel continent is 99, which is made by hunting and training every monster in the world.

I thought I did everything I could as a human being, and I thought no one could have achieved a higher level than myself.

In the first place, there was no comparable figure. The Duke of Willihu, the "Gold of the Empire" who is considered the strongest except for the Vulcan, was at level 94. Below it was not worth mentioning.

Even after killing Elderich Prezole in case there was a level of 100, he held some undeads, but his experience did not rise.

So I thought this was the limit of the human race, and I was convinced to some extent.

He thinks he's a monster.

A strength of 260 and a higher order made the impossible possible. A light-wielding fist smashed a two-story stone building, and large monsters were killed in an easy-to-create fire magic blow.

Even the lowest of the Vulcan's stats, the physical strength, was an enormous figure of more than 100, enough to force a smile even if Ouger took the club wielded with all his might.

'If I become stronger here, wouldn't I be God, not human?'

It was the Vulcan who had this thought for a while.

It was a funny idea. Vulcan looked at the poolbike and Lee Jung-yup's ability window, which were still in front of him.

The confidence that has been built up so far has been shattered like a sand castle. There was a flood of shame in the vacancy.

God damn it, it wasn't just a street vendor.’

Shame also followed. Vulcan bowed his head.

His face was flushed as if he had shown a diary he had written freely as a child.

Jake, a middle-aged merchant, talked to such Vulcan.

"Just in case, is this your first time here?"

A flash of fire lifted his head. I could see Jake with a languid face.

"How did you know?"

"It's obvious at first sight. No, I didn't know yet because it didn't show. Most of you can tell as soon as you see it, by the way."

Blue eyes scoured the equipment worn by the blanks. Jake, who looked like he knew something, continued.

"By any chance, Player? Using the system sound and status window?"

Vulcan's face was filled with astonishment.

Jake said confidently, as if he had heard something unheard of in this world.

"You're right, too. Huh, it's been a long time since I played. Nice to meet you."

Vulcan's mind has become more complicated because of his calm attitude as if he had met his middle school classmate.

In the five years of his transition to the second world, Vulcan had never seen anyone with a similar ability to himself.

At first, it was the Vulcan who asked around to see if anyone had fallen into this world like him.

The adventurers' union, the bandit guild, and even the kingdom's intelligence group, which got entangled during the quest, have done everything they could, but nothing comes back.

Only the bitter fact that I was the only one who came to this world welcomed the Vulcan, and since then, Vulcan has only focused on solving the quest without thinking about it.

I've been running forward for such a long time, excluding expectations for others, but I didn't even expect a handful of them.

I met a person who recognized his condition for the first time.

The Vulcan spoke in a rousing voice.

"How did you know? Are there people who are similar here besides me? Jake, are you a player? Is this the place? And what the hell is this place?

"I'm out of breath. I have to ask one question at a time to answer."

Before I knew it, Jake, who was half-talked, calmed the Vulcan. He put his hand into the air, leaving behind the eyes of the Vulcan, a mixture of nervousness and desire. Then he took out a bottle that looked like whiskey.

Surprise appeared again in the face of the Vulcan.

'Inventory, ····.''

Jake didn't care whether the blanks were surprised or not. Having sipped a sip of his leisurely drink, he spoke calmly.

"뭐······ 어떻게 플레이어인지 알았는지를 얘기하자면 말이 길어지고, 비슷한 사람이 많지는 않지만 있긴 하지. Did you see him take the stuff out of the inventory? I'm a player, too, and people like us are called players here. The man with the black cloth is from Murim, and the bald, muscular man is from Powell. What is this place? That makes it really long, and it's not what I'm gonna say."

"Oh, yes? Oh, there, there, ·····"

"Stop. I have to close my business today to explain every question you have.”

Jake refused any further questions. Vulcan looked at Jake in frustration and complexity, but a determined look that seemed not to listen to him no matter how much he begged, was answering instead.

Vulcan looked sullen.

To be honest, I wanted to drag her anywhere and ask questions all day, but I couldn't.

'저 아저씨가 나보다 고수잖아······ 시펄······.'

Forcing something must also be powerful.

If Jake would not do it for the relatively small Vulcan, there was nothing he could do.

Vulcan shook his head as if he were carrying all sorts of misfortunes.

I was wondering whether I should give up or hang on to my trouser legs, but Jake's voice came to me.

"Hey."

“······?”

"Huh, looking at your face, I think you misunderstood something. I'm not a bad guy who bullies a bunch of clueless Newbies."

"What? Newbie? What's that,""""···"

"Stop, if you're curious, wait a minute. Listen to me."

Jake pointed his finger in one direction as he blocked the offensive of the Vulcan question, which was about to start again.

"If you go straight left with that building on, you'll find a building on the sign with a bottle of alcohol and a picture of meat. That's the only bar in Belong City. If you go in, they'll say it's not business hours yet, but if you say it's your first visit, they'll let you in and let you know most of the things you were curious I'd like to talk more, even if it's been a while since I've been a player, but I have a lot to do. We'll talk about it next time, for sure."

Jake looked away as if he had nothing more to say. Hands were busy arranging the seats.

"Thank you."

A momentary pause, the Vulcan soon nodded and turned toward the direction of the tavern. I couldn't keep asking you questions like that.

Vulcan trudged along with a look that seemed to have slipped out of his soul. A moment later a voice of a farewell came from behind.

"Good-bye, let's have a drink next time, Vulcan!"

"He's seen my information, too!

Looking back, the Vulcan raised one hand to reciprocate and walked at a rapid pace.

I've always been spying on other people's abilities, but I felt strange because I've never been spied on.

The blanks, which were quickly out of Jake's sight in a mood of something naked, stopped and organized their thoughts when they had some distance. I rolled my head around to untangle the tangled thread.

'Ha, I don't know what's what at all.’

But nothing was resolved.

My mind became more complicated as I filled my head with strange things that had happened since the morning, abnormally high levels of people, plus the clues about the heresy that caught its tail in five years.

I felt like more complicated knots were being made when I tried to untangle a bundle of tangled threads.

"Oh, shit!"

The Vulcan stopped thinking.

There was no way that the answer could have been answered even when there was no information or anything. It's just a headache.

Vulcan, who put all the miscellaneous thoughts behind him, spat.

'Let's go to the pub without thinking about anything.’

The Vulcan stepped faster.

4. Friendly Mr. Fielder.

The bar is a three-story wooden building, larger than the Vulcan thought. I couldn't hear the unique buzz of the bar, and as Jake said, it didn't seem to be in business yet.

'This is where I can find out everything I've ever wondered.’

Breathing deeply in a sense of nervousness, Vulcan pushed the door vigorously to get into the bar.

But the door didn't budge.

What is it?

I thought it was a pull door but it didn't open because it was pushed, but it didn't seem like it because there was no handle.

The Vulcan pushed the door again. But he was still adamant.

Feels like pushing a thousand-point rock.

'What's this?' '··.'.'.'.''

On the surface, it was made of ordinary wood, but it didn't seem so.

Is something magical at stake?

In the end, the Vulcan was able to open the door only when the triceps were bulging out. I'm already exhausted.

The interior of the pub looked as leisurely and lonely as the shops of pre-business were usually.

Dozens of wooden tables lined up in rows with cucumbers, and a rectangular column of glass was installed in the center. The pillars were spewing a mysterious emerald color, creating a luxurious atmosphere.

I was mesmerized by the brilliant figure for a moment, and from somewhere I could hear the sound of a horse.

Turning his head, two men were sitting at a table in the corner and talking.

"So, you're telling me to bow my head to your ass!"

"No, you don't have to bow your head. Just look back on your basic military exploits to safely adapt here for about two years, ····."."."."

"Safety? Adaptation? Did you say this place was dangerous to me, the former head of the Green Belt? It's dangerous, so you want me to go into your own disciples and do some basic training?"

A two-meter-old middle-aged man, dressed in tiger skins, sprang up and violently smashed the table.

Bang!

A bull the size of a house hit the table with a powerful force enough to knock down even a bull as big as a house.

But the table didn't break.

I was so fine that I was in trouble. It was hard to find any blemishes on the glossy surface.

A middle-aged man dressed in leopard print, the yellow face of Dokgofu turned red with a dash of red.

'You hit me with the idea of breaking it.’

Vulcan looked at Dokgofu, a self-proclaimed greening agent.

The 2-meter-tall giant felt very embarrassed.