Max Level Newbie

The Vulcan sat dazed at the stream of water spouting from the fountain.

The square, located in the center of Belong City, was packed with people besides the blanks, preparing to hunt monsters.

"I'm looking for two men of power to hunt in the Oaks colony on the west gate! Only second-class or higher is accepted. Welcome from Powell."

"I'm looking for a first-class warrior who's going to pigeonhole sheep! Only come from Moorim!"

"We're looking for a sorcerer, closer than a second-rate man to hunt in a row, Oak! I'm looking for a third-rate deserted island to assist!"

While it may be funny to see the men screaming as if they were looking for a party member for an RPG game, Vulcan's expression was rarely unfolded.

‘231, 339, 317, 289······.’

It was the level of people gathered in the square.

Basically, it was hard to find below 200, and sometimes some people easily passed 400. Armed with poor equipment, the weak Ido 100 level went over funny, so no one was worse than the Vulcan.

'Oh, right, there was that leopard print guy.’

It was not very comforting.

A muscular man approached Vulcan sitting absent-mindedly sitting. The man spoke in a slightly haughty tone.

"Would you like to come to a party where only the Oaks pick and hunt? I don't think there's a second-rate level yet, but it would be a much more lucrative business to look after us than to hunt alone."

Vulcan answered with an expressionless face.

"I've only been here three days."

The man who spoke to him turned back with an unpleasant look on his face.

There was a grumbling, "Why is a baby chick still in the square?"

I wasn't very angry. Vulcan was fully aware of his current position.

Vulcan got up from his seat with a pamphlet that lay beside him. It was to go to see the owner of the bar.

*

"Have you made up your mind?"

"Yes, I can start right now, even today."

"Well thoughted. It's an unacceptable decision considering the achievements and reputations we've achieved at the previous level, but it will certainly help us adapt to Asgard in the future."

The owner of the bar, Fielder, said with a bright face, as if he was truly pleased.

Three days ago, Vulcan was asked by Fielder to do a "basic training" to survive here, which is called "Cheoneokcheon" by Asgard and the Moorimans.

In other words, Fielder himself and some acquaintances have the know-how to adapt, so they can get much more than trying alone.

Vulcan, who had little memory of receiving favors without a price in his life, asked back,

'Why do you take on a troublesome task at no cost?’

'First-time visitors to Asgard are like newborn babies. It's natural to give something for the relative weak, so you don't have to feel pressured.’

He was a man who calmly uttered spiteful remarks with a smiling face, as he had a glimpse of conversation with a leopard-patterned middle-

Fielder handed over a booklet, saying there was no need to give an immediate answer.

'This is something that will help you identify your current environment. Please refer to it.’

The booklet contained basic information about Asgard, the types of monsters found around it, and the risks. It was quite helpful information.

To make up for the lack of information, the Vulcan scanned its residents, residing in densely populated areas such as shopping malls and squares. To check the average degree of strength of people living in Belong City.

And came to a conclusion.

He'll never survive Asgard with his skills now.

'My level right now is not even a third-rate.’

According to the booklet, he was treated as a third-rate class starting at level 100, so he is below level at level 99.

There was only one way to deal with the monster of the easiest hunting ground here. I have no choice but to accept Fielder's offer.

"I was actually a little worried. I make the same offer to everyone who visits Belong City, but most of them are angry that they can't stand the words that ignore them. I understand, but most of it didn't end well."

Fielder, who had a bitter look for a moment, continued.

"It's a little late today, so I'll start training tomorrow. There are many empty rooms on the 2nd and 3rd floors, so you can stay and then go to the training camp with me tomorrow morning. Oh, it doesn't matter if you keep staying here. There are lots of rooms.”

"Yes, then I owe you."

The blanks that came into the room laid themselves on the bed without loosening the equipment. I could feel the softness of the bed. Vulcan recalled what Fielder had just said.

'You often refuse?'

Fielder said that Asgard, or most of the people who come to Cheonoe Stream, find his offer offensive.

those who were advocated in the empire as the Iron Lords, or were called by the handsome nicknames of Pacheon Geomhwang, Moorim Ilkwon, etc. Those who have always been treated by countless people.

Is it about self-respect?’

He must have thought it unacceptable to go under someone.

But the story was not relevant to Vulcan.

A high-level user wants to give Newbie information and dope!’

a priceless opportunity to refuse only for pride Rather, it was something to thank for the good fortune that fell from heaven.

The Vulcan was determined. Be firm, and start over. To start over. Let's train slowly as we are told, and if we raise the level to about 500, we can go to our dream hometown, so let's work hard.

"When will I get to the 500th level?"

He couldn't easily fall asleep because he was worried about his future.

*

The unique cold air of dawn created a refreshing feeling rather than a chill. Fielder and Vulcan walked side by side and talked about Asgard.

"Belung City is particularly visited by people who serve the War Gods of Powell and black-haired people who call their world the Moorim. The next most popular thing is the players."

"Oh, that's when, ····,""

"Yes. Mr. Vulcan assumed he was a player because he didn't know about Powell, and he wasn't even dressed as a mobster."

The blanks, who were listening to the story, suddenly asked the question.

"By the way, are there any other starting cities besides Belong City?"

Fielder replied with a face, "Asking for obvious things."

"Of course. There are only 20,000 people living in Belong City. I am the first knight of the Unified Empire on more than 10,000 levels! I'm a thousand! There's a lot of people doing it, and it can't be just 20,000."

"Then how many cities are there, 이런·."·."···.""

"There are nine more on a similar scale."

"Oh, my, ·, ·, ·."

There are 200,000 monsters on average who can laugh and destroy at least one continent.

The Vulcan had goose bumps all over its body.

"Haha, I was surprised when I first heard it. I thought I was the best, but I feel like I was nothing. There are monsters everywhere, Asgard."

The blanks looked at Fielder with a grimace.

A feeling of self-destruction swept in like waves when a fielder, who is estimated to be well above level 500, said that.

'What are you talking about in front of me?’

One of the monsters, a monster captain, said such a thing, and it made me feel bad.

Talking about this and that about Belong City, the Bulkans arrived at the front of the east gate without realizing it.

Passing through the gatepost that still looked lazy, a giant shadow faced the two.

A man with a wide shoulder, shiny tiger skin, and a huge gourd on his back.

The greening day was also after a hard time.

'What, why is he here?’