Max Level Newbie

Boom. Boom.

In the middle of the forest, which would normally be quiet.

The banging sound didn't stop.

When I visited the epicenter of the sound, there was a madman who was cutting.

He was Vulcan, a plain-looking young man with black hair and a golden sword.

The image of the Vulcan tapping the full level tree with a constant beat could only be described as a tree-cutting machine.

He looks like he's lost his soul, eating a potion whenever he's weak, and focusing on cutting down trees.

In front of such a bulkan, the skill list was shining in a translucently.

[First Mana Inspection Blank]

[102Lv]

[List of Passive Skills]

* Combat Proficiency S B

*Inorganic Proficiency S C > B (Rank Up)

*Defense Proficiency A C

*Hedge proficiency S B

······.

Fire Mastery S B

Lightning Mastery S B

Cold Mastery B D

Necromance Mastery C E

"Oh, no-skill rank up. Nice."

a bright smiley bulkan Joy came out of his voice.

But that's only for a moment. Vulcan sighed and looked at the skill list window again.

'Not S. Skill spear without A.'

The list of skills that were full of S and Aank had turned shabby.

As he became 100 levels, he was recognized as a true Asgard resident, and at the same time, his ranking seemed to have been adjusted to meet Asgard's high standards.

I felt grossly dirty.

There was even worse news.

Unlike talented players who have achieved their level through a regular course, players have no other way to become stronger than simple repetitive training.

In other words, it was news that only skilled labor was the best.

'I thought there was still a way.

Fielder, the best monster even in Belong City, a monster assembly.

I thought there would be a way to develop a player who is on the verge of expediency, but it didn't seem so.

In fact, Fielder was the best teacher.

It was not a job to teach a warrior in his 90s with abundant experience, old age and the best skills.

From Fielder's point of view, Dokgofu was nothing but a rookie-level unmanned man, and a brief observation and guidance alone made it possible for him to break the wall and grow one step further.

In a way, it was only natural. He said he'd been doing this for hundreds of years.

But there were people he couldn't teach. Players.

They were not enough for the Fielder alone.

Teaching was also possible only when the student was smart.

Without a basic understanding or knowledge of ability, players who rose to the level through level-up and automatic skill acquisition were just like strong children.

It's like teaching a baby who knows nothing about advanced math.

Therefore, Filler had no choice but to give up on making players understand something and force them to practice customized training that actively utilized the "system."

"Mr. Vulcan is very skilled. Most of the other players care about level-up, strong active skills, item acquisition, and ignore basic combat passive skills."

"Oh, thank you."

"In that sense, why don't we do swordsmanship and magic training together? Let's keep three Hellfire and cut down the tree with a sword. You're all right, aren't you?"

"네네네네네네! Of course, haha!"

Vulcan smiled awkwardly at the bad foreboding.

*

After getting the beginner's ticket and figuring out the basic function of the system, Vulcan has been paying great attention to the proficiency of the basic passive skills.

The basic skills that affect a wide range of categories, including combat, no technology, avoidance, flame, and brain warfare, were not destructive enough to change the phase of the battle in an instant, but they were thought to be the most essential skills that enhance the basic combat power itself.

Therefore, Vulcan tried to improve the proficiency of basic passive skills whenever he had time even when he wasn't hunting, and even during combat, he used to move with the utmost care for his proficiency rather than just smashing monsters.

When he could afford the port, he intentionally got hit and built up the skill level of "gold steel ingratitude."

However, it was the first time for such a Vulcan to spend time so persistently and mechanically only for proficiency.

For more than 15 days after Dokgofu fell into a world of unconsciousness, Vulcan was concentrating all his time on proficiency training, except one hour of rest a day.

The stamina, stamina, and horsepower that fell due to the strain were solved with the potion that Fielder brought.

It tasted as thrilling as if I had poured a bag of alX-chil (cure for stomatitis) on a wounded esophagus, but all three stats that hit the bottom every time I took a sip of how good it worked were recovered.

However, there was no gratitude towards Fielder.

On the contrary, there was more resistance.

"Eat this and work harder, slave," the look on his face gave me the creeps.

Usually I thought the Fielder with a smiley face was a simple and comfortable impression, but that wasn't it.

The serfs working under the lords of the Middle Ages seemed more comfortable than this.

"Why don't we increase our breaks a little bit? I think something's going to be wrong if we train too hard, ."····."."."

"What's the problem? I think it's going well."

"그··· 이렇게 무리하면 집중도 제대로 못하고, 효율도 좀 떨어지는 거 같고······."

"Wasn't it the player's skill to go up automatically once you've done it over and over anyway? You don't have to focus. Just keep repeating. And the special cure I gave you is an effective cure for a dying monster, so you won't have to overdo it.”

" "윽··.".".".""

The Vulcan dropped its head.

He suddenly recalled his high school days when he played games without thinking before being dragged into this world.

In those days, there were people in a similar position to themselves, so it was Chinese players.

Their images of them turning macros and digging ore all day under the studio's president overlapped with what they are now.

At that time, he only cursed at them, saying, "Jjanggae, it's a nuisance to Korea." Now I can understand their feelings.

How boring and how hard it must have been. There was little water around the eyes of the Vulcan.

'It's not training or anything. It's just labor. The laborer of hell!'

Vulcan felt a sense of affinity with Chinese gamers who didn't even know their faces.

From behind came the voice of Fielder, who broke his mind.

"That's great. Excellent! I think I underestimated Mr. Vulcan. Now I'll attack from time to time. You'll be able to get stronger much faster if you also raise your evasive skills!"

"Then I might die!”

"It's all right! My potion will heal you!"

"Ah,·,·,·"

'하루만 쉬게 해 줘······ 살려 줘······ 아니, 차라리 죽여라 죽으면 편해질 거야······.'

Vulcan envied Dokgofu so much that he turned on his seat without knowing anything.

*

Vulcan's training for skilled Nogada has been over a month.

At first, it was only a training camp that normally wielded a sword at a tree, but now it was a completely different one because of the filler, which increased the difficulty by adding training items one by one.

The term "labor and training" was no longer correct. It's more like a shooting game.

Vulcan was rolling on the floor like a soldier in a battlefield at risk of his life.

Quagagagagagagagagak!

The bulcan, which escaped the huge ice spikes coming through the floor, swung the lightning sword to the right. Before I knew it, a fireball hit the surface and bounced high into the sky.

Ice arrows that hovered around him poured out from all sides, aiming for the bulkans that had stopped in place to stop the fireball.

The Vulcan flew down the ice arrows and Hellfire, which had been built before. Those that had not been shot down were dodged by shaking their upper bodies around.

Qua Qua Kung! Chi Yik, ····

Ice Arrow collided with an infinite pit, creating a large amount of water vapor.

A skeleton with a javelin rushed through the gap in its view.

[weakened Skeleton King Roerick]

[95Lv]

He was a sick bastard who had been face to face to face.

Stepping through the steam, Vulcan, who dodged the spelled Skeleton window, lowered his head as he approached as if he were jumping into his arms.

Whoo-Woong

The wind cutter, which flew for the back of the blanks, cut through the air. The skill's starter popped out of Vulcan's mouth again.

"A blow to the brain!"

Kang!

A foot sword cut off the upper body diagonally from the lower left, struck Skeleton, but could not break the defensive spell hung by the summoner.

Vulcan, who uttered abusive language inside, kicked Skeleton far with his left foot and quickly shouted out the spell.

"Helfire! Infinity, infinity, infinity, infinity, infinity, infinity."

If you don't replenish the used magic whenever you have time, you could be moribund by a bunch of magic that flew in from time to time. The lips of the Vulcan stuck fast and then fell off.

"Infinite, limitless, limitless, limitless, limitless, limitless, limitless."

It was funny to repeat the same words like a patient with autism, but I couldn't help it.

The player, who did not learn magic by understanding it, had the fatal disadvantage of not being able to test the skill unless he shouted out his command.

To overcome this a little bit, Vulcan was printing out orders by putting a heist only on his mouth. Hastings all over the body were a desperate measure of burden.

In an instant, the Vulcan, which made one Hellfire and more than 100 infinite wits, flew to the left. The spot where the blanks were located had already turned into a place where hot lava made it impossible to step on.

'Caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! It's too hard! This is crazy!’

It was as if there was a silent outcry from the Vulcan.

But for Fielder and Berner, who look at the scene from afar, it was just a pleasant spectacle like a well-made action film.

"Filder, ice magic is too easy to stop. Why don't you mix more invisible wind magic? Or focus on summoning rocks that are hard to block with flames."

"Well, ··· 확실히 확실히, certainly, the magic looks fine. But you don't have to use wind magic. Players don't watch and avoid anyway, but they automatically activate their evasive skills."

"Oh, that's right, I said it was his player. Dragging. I thought he was a normal maggotsman because he was so natural to move his body. It's amazing how the player moves without any sense of incompatibility. One by one."

Werner, the owner of a grocery store who communicates with Fielder, was an old man dressed as a typical black sorcerer, wearing a black hat and a black robe with a wide chai.

He looked like an old man who could not die soon because of his shriveled wrinkles on his face, black mushrooms and bent back as if he could not stand without a cane, but his piercing eyes were strong enough to cover all other impressions.

One who is considered to be one of the six strongest teams in Belong City along with Fielder.

Werner, the worst necromancer who brought destruction to his world.

But now he was just an ordinary shopkeeper. Sell miscellaneous goods to people during the day and help beginners train or help them at night.

Fielder was told by Berner, keeping his eyes on the training scene of the Vulcan.

"It certainly is. There's a big difference between regular players. Come to think of it, I was more skilled than other players when I first started training. I'm looking forward to it."

"Hmph! What kind of expectation are you leaning on the player? Most of them came up without effort! In the summer, when there's nothing but the weak, you might have been whining around as a genius, but here you're just a bunch of talentless idiots!"

Berner said disapprovingly. Fielder smiled and answered.

"But I don't think he's lazy. It is obvious that you have honed your skills through constant training. The way you use your skills is pretty efficient."

"······확실히 싹수없는 것들과 다르게 노력한 티가 나기는 하는구먼. But after all, it's a talent, a talent. In a place where only monsters are gathered, can players with no talent pass Act1?"

“······.”

"Don't lean on me, too, and care about the guy who's playing solos. He's a guy with a lot of potential, unlike what he looks like."

To Berner's negative comments, Fielder replied in silence.

It was not that I disagreed with him.

Most of the players were rubbish. Coming up without much effort, they always blamed the equipment and the hunting ground. The increase in proficiency through effort was a hindrance.

I just thought about how to level up easily and easily, and lost my life being caught up in the skills of monsters much higher than summer.

Of course, there was a mutation among the players. Those who did not hesitate to cut their bones to become stronger, and did their best in training, saving time to eat and sleep. Fielder also spared no investment to meet their expectations.

But the result is a failure.

First-rate wall. It was their limit to reach 300 levels by their standards. There was no exception. Their basic skill increase was too slow to meet the rising level.

After all, it was a talent.

The efforts of players without basic understanding and knowledge of martial arts and magic were not rewarded as much as the time spent. It failed to overcome its exponentially increasing skill requirements.

The existence of a system that used to be like a cheat key when it was low level changed into a shackle that held the ankle as it became higher level.

Players were frustrated one by one, and gave up. Fielder, who was watching them, was also getting less and less excited.

But,·····.

"Maybe different."

"Hmm?"

Berner looked at Fielder with a look of what he was talking about.

Fielder remained silent again.

He glanced at the bullcans running and running here and there to avoid the enabler of the spirited magic and skeleton.

Fielder has decided to put his final hopes on the player named Vulcan.

Fielder's hands were busy trying out magic.