Max Level Newbie

"Haha, I'm sorry. I didn't explain it properly, which hurt your feelings. Please calm down for a moment and listen to me."

A slender man, who seemed to be the owner of the bar, tried to calm the agitated dogma.

However, once the go-to man seemed to have no intention of having a proper conversation.

"What explanation! You're the one who despises me, and you're the one who said that! I admit you're a little bit stronger than I am, but it's not like you're going to break your own bone if you're going through three years of training!"

"Ha-ha, this is true, ·····."

The owner of the bar, who was looking up at the standing dog hoo-hoo with a puff of his nose, picked up the teacup on the table. Then I shook my head slightly and took a sip of tea.

A gesture that seems to be troubled by a child who is forced to use logic.

When Dokgofu was about to have another seizure, the owner of the bar looked straight at him and said, It was a different firm tone than ever before.

"Mr. Dokgofu, you are wrong."

He raised his finger and pointed at his sleeve.

"If I train myself at your level, I won't be able to cut one of my clothes for the rest of my life."

"What! How dare you make a fool of yourself!"

The life of the wild beasts of the grasslands, frightened and fleeing, spewed from the whole body of the Dokgooh. His eyes, which seemed to tear a person to death, seemed to pierce the owner's face.

However, the owner of the bar who received the look was calm. A calm voice came from his mouth.

"I'm not fooling around."

He spoke emphatically, not avoiding the fierce look of the Dokgo.

"I'm just telling you the truth."

"You know what!"

A lion's hue burst out of the mouth of the dog.

His book, "Ho Wang-sin-gong," elicited rough energy through the zodiac and the jigyeong octave veins.

The tremendous energy of the spirit tiger, feared by all the beasts of Daeseolsan Mountain, radiated from the whole body of Dokgofu and filled the inside of the tavern.

The passivity swirled like a whirlpool, and the various fixtures inside the bar were crushed out.

In fact, Dokgofu intended to mess up the inside of the bar.

A kind of show of force to prove that one's anger is this great, and that he is the absolute ruler who controlled 108 mountain quarters of the Chu Dynasty with one hand.

There was also considerable pressure on Vulcan, who had just entered the bar. Vulcan frowned and watched the state of the bar. I was worried that it might break down somewhere.

But nothing happened.

“······.”

The furniture inside the bar remained in place without moving, and the owner of the bar was also picking up the teacup with a look of indifference.

'Sipul,··· 아닌데 아닌데 아닌데 아닌데 아닌데 아닌데 아닌데 아닌데 아닌데 아닌데'

Dokgofu looked at the owner of the bar in a sloppy manner. I was still exhaling, but I couldn't find the same spirit as before.

Thinking that something was wrong, the Dokgofu slowly gathered his energy. Sweat trickled down from my forehead.

The owner of the bar said to such a soliloquy. I still respect him, but I felt something heavy.

"Greening, of course. It's."

“······.”

"I believe that you have been the leader of 108 mountain houses and the invincible master of the previous world. Once again, I don't ignore Dokgofu."

The soliloquy remained silent. He had already lost his nerve, and he thought he should listen to it more because what he said was not bad.

However, the owner of the bar that followed was clearly different from Dokgofu's expectation.

"But it's true that there's so much to be able to do here."

"Your interest,······"

"Go out on the street and take a look. People who seem to be stronger than Dokgofu are wandering around in tens and hundreds of units. There are many people who used to be called "Geomsin," "Gogum Jeilma," and "Cheonoe Cheonju?" as many as stones on the street. It's a fact."

The tavern owner's warning continued.

"Everyone who was so great did it. Why? Because he knew he was lacking, and he knew it wasn't a shame to make up for it."

The soliloquy was silent. His trembling appearance could infer that his pride was hurt, but the bar owner wouldn't stop talking.

However, he continued with a slightly muted tone of voice.

"Mr. Dokgooh, I'll say it again. I will do my best to help you adapt much faster than now. You have a talent. "to reach the level in a much safer and faster way than the usual training."

"I don't want to hear it!"

Bang!

Once again, the soliloquy who knocked down the table screamed.

"Shut up! I'm a dog in a hundred and eight greenhouses! I've lived for over sixty years and never bowed my head to anyone! Three years! No, five years! In five years, my favorite soldier, Mukseommado! I will take your life! Until then, wash your throat and wait!"

The soliloquy spouted with excitement, then turned around and strode along. I pushed the door of the bar with my right foot to get out of it quickly.

Sadly, however, the door did not open.

The door, which had only opened slightly enough for a skinny person to pass through, was closed again because of its weight.

From behind came the voice of the bar owner.

"There are many people like Dokgofu, so I made the door a little stronger and heavier."

"Yi,·,·,·!"

The dog's face, which had already turned red until it exploded, pushed the door away with a lot of force in both hands and disappeared out of the bar.

Watching this scene, Vulcan felt uncertain whether to laugh or cry.

'Oh, my God. I've had my hair done in a day.’

In fact, what a middle-aged man named Dokgofu said wasn't wrong.

The ability of the dog Go-hoo to read through the system was great enough to have that much pride. a man of great ability who can be called an absolute master

To such a strong man, "Learn a little from under me, I will do well," was no different from insulting words.

[An introductory prose writer who was a green first]

[92Lv]

It was enough to be called a splendid nickname such as "Ten masters," "Unaecilgang" or "Samhwangoje," or "Samhwangoje," and if it was well-versed in the times, it was worth looking for the place of the first people in the world.

He is one of the three strongest players in the Rubel Continent.

'It's a little cheesy and a little sloppy, but...'

It's just a personal character, and apart from that, the strength of the Dokgofu was real exhaust.

But,·····

'I don't feel strong at all.’

No matter how admiring and admiring I tried to look at it, it didn't go well.

It wasn't like this until yesterday, or until we arrived at Belong City.

If he had met Dokgofu on the continent of Rubel, he would have raised a lot of tension in preparation for his long-awaited rival. He wouldn't have been an enemy, and he would have been working on a battle estimate in case they were at odds.

It was all an old saying.

I didn't feel anything now that I arrived in Belong City.

It just occurred to me that the child was upset and left because it didn't work. Or maybe a braggy man went out with a drink on his own.

The 92 level was too low to be treated as a master in Belong City, where monsters of 122 levels, 368 levels and 371 levels roll around.

No, it was just a poor Newbie who wasn't even a beginner.

'I'm out of my mind.'

Is it because I'm in a crazy city?

Vulcan smiled bitterly.

"It's not business hours yet, but was it your first visit to Belong City?”

Through the ideas of the Vulcan, the bar owner's voice was heard. Looking at the face of the owner of the tavern, smiling and speaking kindly, Vulcan bowed politely.

It wasn't originally rude, but it occurred to me that I should be more polite.

Vulcan recalled the competence of the bar owner that he had just checked.

[Master of the tavern Fielder]

[???Lv]

*The gap with Bulcan is too wide to determine the exact level of capability.

If there is a person who pretends to be arrogant even after seeing such an alarm, it is not prideful but crazy.

"Yes, hello. My name is Vulcan, or Kim Jae-hyuk. You can pronounce it comfortably. I came here because I was told that the first person in Belong City must stop by."

Fielder's eyes were filled with interest when he heard the quiet introduction of the Vulcan and the purpose of his visit.

'I've never seen anyone so polite before.’

Especially, people with dark hair and yellow skin were mostly from across the world called 'Moorim', which was all the more surprising because they were famous for their pride and tight front and back.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Philder, the only bar in Belong City. Shall we have a seat?”

Fielder guided the blanks to the table where the Dokgofu had just sat.

When he made a light gesture as he sat down, two cups of warm steam appeared and filled the table.

"It has a good scent and taste."

"Oh, yes, thank you."

I didn't have a hobby of drinking tea, but Vulcan sipped the tea with words of gratitude. As Fielder said, the aroma was good, but I couldn't understand what it tasted like.

"The car smells really good."

"I'm glad you like it. Haha."

'Actually, it doesn't suit my taste.'

Fielder, who smiled blandly, said after a sip himself.

"I'm sure you have a lot of questions, but let me ask you a few questions first."

Vulcan nodded and the question began.

"Are you not from Murim?"

"What? What does that mean?"

Fielder added an additional address to Vulcan's expression that he doesn't know English.

"It means, are you from a place where people with black hair and yellow skin are the mainstream like you?"

'This is not gonna happen.

The face of the Vulcan was slightly wrinkled at Fielder's words.

Here, Belong City has a hunch that it is a different world than the one with the Lubel Continent.

'I don't know what's going on, but you're in another world.'

said Vulcan, who managed to bear a sigh.

"No. Most of the people I was with were white-skinned, blond or brown-haired.

"Well, what's the name of the place you used to be?”

"It's called the Rubel Continent."

The owner of the bar who worked for a long time was also the first to hear it. Of course, it was nothing special. If this person is "your line," it was natural that he didn't know. Because there weren't many people in the first place.

Now I could guess where Vulcan was from, but I asked the last question for sure.

"Is there a god named Powell in that place called the Ruevel continent?"

"No, I've never heard of such a god."

"Then you must be a player."

Fielder's calm voice penetrated the ear of the Vulcan.

The fist of the blanks under the table was clenched.