Max Level Newbie

Boom. Boom. Boom.

A dull sound, as of hitting hard ore with a hammer.

Surprised by the loud noise, the little flying creatures fled in all directions.

A large tree fell down one by one with a "purseok" sound.

Those who are cutting down trees hard.

It was Bulkan and Dokgofu who were busy training.

"The fire is so hard. What on earth are you going to eat and grow up to be this strong on a tree?"

The soliloquy grumbled, wiping away the dripping sweat.

The Vulcan who heard him was of the same mind.

They had been training against the trees for more than ten days since Fielder gave his one-day speech.

After hearing Fielder's sobering remarks, the Vulcan and the Dokgofu, a mixture of shame and pride, worked hard to cut even though no one was watching them.

He split his time to the point of wasting his sleeping time, wielding weapons at the trees, and conducting magic tricks.

About a few hours after that.

There was something strange about it. Competition between Vulcan and Dokgo has arisen.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

“······.”

In the ear of Vulcan, who was about to sit down for a while, heard the shouts of the Doggohoo.

The voice of the soliloquy, which seems to be bigger than before and seems to laugh at it.

Vulcan, who began to think that he would lose if he sat down like this, rebuilt his lower back. And he continued his training with greater discipline.

This was the same when the Dokgofu was about to rest. After seeing the tail of the mouth of the bulkan, which had risen as if he had intended, Dokgofu abandoned the idea of letting go of his hand ever since then.

The first to rest is the loser!

Day and night have changed several times in a strange atmosphere of confrontation.

But there is no eternal confrontation. In the end, the soliloquy collapsed with the words declaring defeat first.

"Oh, I can't do it anymore. What kind of man are you, not tired of, human?"

"I just have good physical strength to be born."

It was a lie.

In the case of players, with the help of the system, they didn't have to take out their own potion and drink it with their mouths.

Just the thought of using it automatically worked, and it was the Vulcan who secretly drank a bottle of stamina or a potion.

Vulcan looked at the Dokgofu with a smiling face. The soliloquy jerked his head away with an uncomfortably snarl.

"Mr. Vulcan, you've been working hard! Do you think Mr. Dokgofu will take it easy?"

Fielder showed up among the fallen trees.

The go-go-hoo, with a look of resentment, jumped up and made an excuse.

"No, I haven't slept, didn't eat, and I've been training, and now I have a muscle cramp, ·····."."."."

"I'm kidding. I know you haven't had a break for a second."

Fielder's soft words made his face red, but he didn't get angry.

'You're not a human being if you're caught again and again.'

I could feel the dignity of Fielder, a therapist for anger control disorders.

"Mr. Dokgofu, may I hold your wrist for a moment?"

The healer Fielder hinted to the Dokgofu.

The soliloquist, who was about to say something, saw Fielder and stopped talking.

It's because his expression was very serious.

For those who learned martial arts, giving up their wrists meant giving up control of their bodies, ie leaving their lives at their disposal.

Therefore, Fielder's words were very rude, but he simply raised his left arm because it was obvious that his expression was harmless.

said Fielder, who grabbed Dokgofu's loglike forearm with his right hand.

"From now on, I'm going to pour the gin into Mr. Dokgofu's interior. Do not reject it and leave it to yourself, as it is a rare opportunity to coexist with the energy of the great master. Remember the flow of the flag."

"What, ·!"!"!"!"

Fielder let out his energy without giving a chance to speak.

The energy emanating from Fielder's body moved as if it were his home on the whole vein of Dokgofu's body, but Dokgofu could do nothing.

a situation in which the spirit of others has penetrated deeply into the body I tried something wrong.It was a perfect situation to be a liver czar.

Thick blood gushed out from the temple play after Dokgo.

No, I thought you'd just check your condition, but you're just using it like your own?

I treated my son because he's a master than I am, and he humiliated me like this? 내가 이 손만 떨어지면······ 떨어지면······ 응?'

The eyes of Dokgofu, who was looking at Fielder full of life, were filled with interest.

This is because the energy of Fielder, which flows through his body, moved so delicately.

Dokgofu was very interested in the energy of the Fielder, who sometimes moved in an unexpected way, speed, and operation, without deviating much from the important trend of King Houang.

The energy of Fielder, who started with the lymphatic vein and circled the whole vein three times, escaped from the post-Dokgo body.

Even though Fielder took off his hand and returned to his place, the Dokgofu stood there without a move as if he had put it on the spot.

'How is this possible?'

The soliloquy was astounded.

Fielder's air-tightening operation was an unthinkable new attempt.

Overall, the change is so minor that even 5 percent has not changed.

However, they had no choice but to admit that it had been improved beyond comparison with the previous one.

Dokgofu lived 60 years this year.

In the meantime, he had faced various exploits and clashed with shamanists and sorim's exploits, which are called the best, but he had never thought that he was lagging behind.

I can't believe you've developed such a high degree of perfection in your inner workings.

The soliloquy felt for the first time that there was a sky above.

The past passed like a flash in the head of a dog.

He showed himself swinging his do with a gaping figure.

Mistakes that were not seen before were dissected and filled the mind, and the complementary points also automatically emerged.

Such advanced exploits are added with another epiphany, and added with, ·· 깨달·······

All that served as a foundation for a new level of solitude.

A storm of awakening came upon us.

A wide and deep world of ignorance was welcoming the solitude.

*

Before I knew it, the appearance of Dokgo-hoo, who turned on the throne, was unusual.

It was repeated that the blue energy that passed around Dokgofu went into the nose and came out into the mouth.

Above the top of the top of the head, some strange-shaped strong flags clung together to create a mysterious atmosphere, which seemed to have come what the fighters called the "moment of enlightenment."

The moment of realization that a man who was an ordinary soldier becomes an knight, and a man who was a knight becomes a warrior representing the kingdom.

A moment that anyone who enters the path of futility would wish for came to an absolute warrior named Dokgofu.

The face of Vulcan looking at such a soliloquy was full of envy.

'I don't know how strong it will be.'

A similar thing happened when I was on the Rubel continent.

An ordinary mercenary who partied to hunt giant monsters in the southern jungle when the Vulcan was 45 level.

He went through a "moment of awakening" shortly after hunting the boss monster giant Arachne, and after a 10,000-day sword dance as if he had been possessed, he went from level 48 to level 67.

His status has risen from the level of talented mercenaries to those who can lead a small country.

After the incident, it was a blister that he had hoped that such good fortune would come to him someday. There was a time when he prayed for a moment of enlightenment to come to him before he went to bed.

But expectations are just expectations.

The Vulcan had long given up its hopes for it.

In the first place, he did not become a prosecutor because of his talents in swordsmanship, epilepsy, and flame magic.

It's just that I've been using skills acquired automatically by the power of the system, and I've improved my skills like a machine.

'Not to mention mastery, it's hard to even understand the skills you have now.'

The Vulcan sighed.

It was an opportunity to realize a long time ago, but when I saw the luck that came to the person next to me, I felt a sense of regret.

The Vulcan scanned the level of the post-poison test.

[Third-class burglar soliloquent.

[104Lv]

The level, which was 92, went up to 104.

He has risen only one level from 99 to 100.

It was the result of the collapse of several trees with an average level of 130 levels. Of course, it can't even be compared to the achievements of the Dokgofu.

Vulcan watched the "Dokgo-hoo" who fell into a world of unconsciousness and could not recognize anything.

That would not be the end.

Maybe once you've had your moment of realization, you'll be much stronger than level 104.

The appetite was bitter.

However, he soon relaxed his stiff face and turned his eyes toward the pillar.

Fielder was laying stones around the soliloquy lying defenseless. Perhaps it was a way to protect the defenseless solitude.

With a slight murmur, the last stone was laid, and a translucent curtain appeared surrounding the Dokgofu.

"Erachachacha."

I stretched out my waist and stretched it big.

Vulcan stared at such a pillar over and over again.

Fielder, who was patting his back with his hand, looked at the blanks with a suspicious look.

"Hmm?"

"Huh?"

"Why?"

"Uh,·,·,·"

Asked by Fielder, "Why?" Vulcan was at a loss for words.

I can't say, 'Let me be as strong as she is!'

Now that you've taught the Dokgofu something big, wouldn't you do something groundbreaking for yourself? It was a blank that I thought.

In fact, Fielder used to brag about his way. I'll make sure you get your broken pride back in no time.

I'm sure you'll find the perfect shortcut for yourself as a 'player.'

Vulcan looked at Fielder with a look full of anticipation.

Fielder, who was watching the burdensome Vulcan eyes, pointed his finger somewhere.

And there, ·······.

"What are you doing? Go on."

There was a full level tree.