Max Level Newbie

The history of the whole body has gradually stabilized. Two months later, the wave that had been spewing out at once as if it had burst a dam will travel all over the body.

The post-poisonous vein was as strong and broad as before. Almost transformed from a brook into a huge river. a talkable undertaking

The dog opened his eyes, feeling the full history of the body.

[Third-class burglar soliloquent.

[184Lv]

'That's great.

I can't believe how strong he is compared to before he was taught. What was clear was that he would be able to easily deal with 10 of his former self.

At this point, I thought I could use Igido freely without any hesitation.

Dokgofu held a silent prayer in his right hand and a spare do in his left hand. As soon as he tried to put his mind on the reserve island and try to win the island,

"Let's do a physical check after you move. It's a little crowded here, ·····."."."

Fielder suddenly appeared before the eyes of the Dokgo.

The bewildered Dokgofu looked awkwardly at Fielder.

I had to say something, but I couldn't figure out what to say.

"Thank you for letting me get the lead? You've been rude? No, is it just because you thank me? Do I have to serve you as a teacher? You're going to be a student at this age? Should I just shamelessly ignore it? I don't think you're going to say much,··.'.'.'.'

"Look around."

The soliloquy, buried in agony, awoke to Fielder's words and looked around. Then he breathed in the air with a puzzled look on his face.

"Hut, this, ···, ··"

"Yes, it's a total mess. Congratulations on your achievement, but let's stay calm somewhere else and leave here first."

The soliloquy nodded silently.

Certainly, the surroundings were too dizzy to patch up his enlightenment here. Without the shield that Fielder apparently installed, he would also have been swept away by this mess.

In a slight nod of gratitude, Dokgofu moved away from the forest with Fielder.

Behind me, I could hear the constant sound of explosions and swords hitting me.

'What kind of training is he making, ····, .'.'.'

*

It's been more than two months since I first started training.

The training of the Vulcan became more difficult day by day. In the past, in the midst of an emergency, I could find some time to relax or think about something else, but now I can't.

Inevitable attacks came in with the help of the system, five senses, and even instinct, and it had to be endured using the "gold and invincible" skills and poses that enhance the body's own defense.

But that was also a slim limit. The Vulcan was literally barely holding out.

If you do rank-ups with a lot of skill, you will have more time, but your level is 103.

The days of climbing as fast as levels 10 to 20 are long past.

'We need to find a way!'

It would have been better if you could hold out enough and then collapse or tell Fielder to lower the difficulty, but Vulcan didn't want to do so.

It was the Vulcan who had lived a tough life with just one Ogi. More than anything else, I felt uncomfortable that I would not be able to clear Act 1 for the rest of my life if I compromised this much in training.

"The energy of the brain!"

A technique that continuously consumes mana to give buffs to attacks and speeds of movement of epilepsy.

However, it was a technique that was not used often because of its disadvantage that control of the body became extremely difficult.

'크윽······ 역시 생각대로 몸이 움직이지 않아!’

The Vulcan took advantage of much faster speeds to escape the range of wide-area magic.

However, he was unable to avoid minor spells that came in like a jab because he gave up delicate movements.

A situation in which one loses control of the body instead of gaining speed. The Vulcan was driven by Finch.

But I couldn't let my brain go. At least he has this skill, so he doesn't get a decisive blow and barely manages to endure it.

The Vulcan agony to break the situation deepened.

I've already tried every means I can. He used his best abilities and pushed himself to the limit. Nevertheless, if not enough, they had to show more than that.

I have no choice but to control the energy of this brain!’

Vulcan stayed focused while avoiding a hectic attack. He tried to control the energy of the brain that was jumping like a bolt from the blue to handle it as he wanted.

But it wasn't easy. Like a live fish that slipped away as it was held strongly, the epilepsy went from one place to another, refusing to touch the blanks.

The energy of the brain resisted strongly, avoiding the touch of control. More and more stuttering movements led to a much worse flow than before the energy of the brain was used.

The sight of a disobedient frog caused a thousand dollars in the blanks. At this rate, it was only a matter of time before he fell to the ground.

'Sometimes it was okay.’

Vulcan recalled memories from the Ruebel Continent.

Shortly after acquiring the energy of the brain, I remembered using it 24 hours a day to adapt to my skills.

Of course, I gave up at the end because of the power to move freely.

It was zigzagged when it tried to run in a straight line, and if it tried to move only 100 meters, it went 50 meters further than that. The energy of the brain was more ferocious than the wild horse.

Eventually, the stress-soaked Vulcan sealed the skill with the end of a gallop through the wilderness leaving everything behind. Unfortunately, when all the control was lifted, the energy of the brain was much more powerful than before, turning the bull's-eye inside again.

'Yes, it was much faster when I let it all go and run. It was a problem because there was a lot of waste in movement, but,·· 가만 가만 가만 가만?'?'?'?'?'

A sudden question struck the head of the Vulcan.

What's my purpose? Moving efficiently? Is it necessary to avoid it delicately by a sheet of paper? Shouldn't we just move in a way that's easy to avoid and hit? I don't care about the waste of movement.'

Vulcan stopped controlling the energy of the brain.

A spark that splashed around the body of the Vulcan jumped excitedly.

'Don't you just move your heart?'

The movement of the Vulcan changed.

Previously, if the next movement had been pursued quickly and only the least restrained movement was pursued to maintain the balance of the body, the wild animal, which is now unable to control its power, seemed to be running excitedly.

A change that seems to have become a savage, driven only by wildness and instinct, from a sword instructor who seeks efficient movement.

The former was likely to show much better movement, but the result was the opposite. Vulcan's expression, which had difficulty avoiding the attack, gradually changed with ease.

'Yes! That was it!’

So far, the Vulcan has been too obsessed with efficient movements.

Reducing useless movement was of course important. It was natural to lose out in subsequent movements as much as the movement of the head was wasted if one avoided by blowing away what one could avoid by only moving one's head.

It is the usual thought that such losses accumulate and lead directly to defeat.

Therefore, Vulcan always did his best to extract restrained, efficient movements.

But if such efforts were to curb the potential of the "spirit of the brain," it could no longer be an efficient move.

Boom, boom, boom!

Stones flew from all sides, and vines that had grown through the ground persistently aimed for the bullcans. Avoid the realm is magic and the streets more than 100 meters Vulcan.

He did not care, although he had traveled a lot longer than the range. It is only important that we avoided it in the end. I didn't care about the little things.

Vulcan blew efficient movements from his head and focused his attention on the other side.

Something that moves fast.

It is to move so fast that no one can catch up with it that it is unrecognizable and to get rid of the other person's soul.

'Like a real lightning bolt!

The movement of the Vulcan with the energy of the brain became faster and faster.

The rough and untidy appearance was the same, but the overwhelming increase in speed made the blanks comfortable.

Puff, puff, puff!

He did not lose his composure even in the magic of flying from front to back, in the air and in the ground.

The Vulcan galloped toward Skeleton at lightning speed. A one-sided sound of hitting came from Skeleton's whole body. The scene of Skeleton swinging the window at a much slower pace looked funny.

The Vulcan grinned. The painful training all along was unbearably fun.

In the joy of enlightenment, the alarm of the system was mixed.

[Lighting Master's proficiency has gone from B to A]

*

Fielder sprang to his feet.

Unlike his usual smiling face, his face was filled with surprise.

"How!"

Fielder's gaze turned to the noise. Vulcan was seen running around the ground at a distinctly fast pace. There were many big movements and useless movements, but I didn't think it was too messy.

Fielder, in a moment alone, penetrated exactly what the Vulcan movement meant.

It was a movement that contained a brain battle.

"How?"····.""

The same words came out of Fielder's mouth.

The sight that he has lived for thousands of years must be surprising. The image of the Vulcan was that amazing.

At first, it was mistaken that proficiency had increased through repetitive actions, but it was not.

It was the Vulcan who had much higher proficiency than the players at the same level in the first place.

Among them, it was nonsense to say that the "Lightening Mastery," a skill that was competing for the top spot, was ranked up in this short time. Physically necessary time itself was at least 10 years.

And even if he didn't have to cite that reason, Filler could see for sure that that wasn't the act of repetition by the system.

It wasn't like that.

Something more pure, not dependent on the expedient of the system. To be called a blessing to one and a curse to another.

What you need most to go up to a higher level.

Talent, ·····."."."

pure talent

That's what led the Vulcan to the new world.

Have any players had the talent to come to Asgard without the help of the system?’

I pondered over it, but I couldn't remember anyone. I've never seen that level of talent from anyone but the blanks in front of me.

I didn't hear the rumor.

All of them would have been ordinary people without a correction such as the "system" rule.

From Fielder's point of view, the players were envious and poor.

I envied the ability of a system so deep as to reach Asgard without any talent, and pitiful was the terrible talent of crawling at the bottom of Asgard despite its ability.

Seeing players who seemed to have both blessings and curses at the same time, Fielder would sometimes imagine this.

How far can we go if we get the talent to join the ranks of super-high numbers without the help of the system?’

an idea that I dismissed as an absurd delusion

But the delusion became reality and unfolded before Fielder's eyes.

No one can deny it.

Unless it was a gift from heaven, there was no way he could have mastered the essentials of the epilepsy on his own during the battle. It couldn't have grown this much in just over two months.

An ordinary man of talent can't fall into a world of unconsciousness that comes from enlightenment.

"Berner,···, Merhem, Logweed, Paulken, Heywood. Finally, 찾 찾."·."."."

Fielder's feelings toward the Vulcan grew more and more intense.

An indescribable joy came out of a trembling voice.

'When I hear this, how will the five's expressions change?’

I imagined for a while. More than yourself, it won't be less.

Fielder soothed his excitement by taking a deep breath. I gave my eyes a lot of strength and looked at the Vulcan.

It is time to change the training method.