Max Level Newbie

Artificial cave made by cutting off part of a mountain.

Inside it, a no-magician, who would not be strange to fall down, was constantly explaining something.

The black-haired young man sitting in front of the Noma Magistrate was listening to the explanation with an expressionless face, and his expression was blank, apparently not paying attention.

To the point where it is said that it is almost one ear and then another ear.

Vulcan, a 103-level horse prosecutor who had been training fiercely until just now, looked at Nova Magician with zero focus.

" "··· 해서 해서 해서 해서 마련하는 마련하는 마련하는 lay the foundation for the use of basic mana. I don't even need to hear the other dirty ways I'm good, you're good. Not only me, but also the half-body and the Yongin people all admitted it, so you can use any kind of magic freely once you've mastered it properly. 끌끌끌······ 물론 개중에서도 특화하고 싶은 분야가 있으면 또 세분화돼서 파고들어가는 법이······."

"Excuse me. I have no idea what you're doing.”

Vulcan raised his hand to restrain his explanation. The old wizard frowned heavily.

"A genius doesn't understand this either? It's very easy to explain.

"No, I don't understand what's going on. Why would you teach me instead of Mr. Fielder? And suddenly, what theory class? Didn't you hear that player?"

Everything that happened now was an absurd blanks.

When the Vulcan, which was moving excitedly in the storm of enlightenment, awoke, the Skeleton King, who was exhaling the magic and the energy of death that was driving around, had disappeared.

Instead, six people, including Fielder, were standing around and staring at the blanks.

men of unusual appearance dressed in all sorts of costumes

It was very burdensome to look at myself through.

Vulcan asked Fielder for an explanation. Fielder took a step forward and looked straight into the eyes of the Vulcan.

As soon as Fielder said that the content of the training has changed with his usual smile.

An old man dressed as "I'm a wizard" caught him, and in the meantime, the place changed to an artificial cave.

And it's already been an hour since the basic magic theory began.

There were too many unanswered questions to be heard further.

"Huh? Didn't Fielder explain everything?”

"I was going to, but you dragged me by force before Mr. Fielder even brought it up."

"Well, then why have you stayed still so far? Genga teasing old man!"

"I was going to, but you told me to shut up and listen for an hour. Don't you remember?”

"Huh? Did I? I'm sorry, I don't fix things that I'm in a hurry even older."

'Isn't that dementia?

I couldn't stop doubting myself when I saw the look as lifeless as the mummy, who used to appear on the educational broadcast.

Berner didn't even give attention to Vulcan's suspicious look.

Just gazing blankly into space and muttered something. He seemed to be thinking about what to say, but he looked like a possessed old man, giving him goose bumps in the arms of the Vulcan.

Berner, who soon finished his thought, said to Vulcan.

"You are a genius."

“?”

Berner looked at the Vulcan sitting with a look of "What the hell are you talking about?" with an expression of infinite seriousness.

He pointed to the Vulcan with his dried bracken-like hand. Then he went on speaking.

"Do you have any shit instead of ears? Give me any reaction."

"No, it's a little out of the blue."

In fact, I was so embarrassed that I couldn't think of anything for a while.

"What's the surprise? Didn't you say you were a genius in your world?"

"That's what it is, but, no, isn't everyone who comes here basically a genius? It's nothing special. And I'm not a genius, but I have the ability to cheat, and I've been helped a lot. System suck. Do you happen to know?"

"Of course I know. Lazy bastards. They're not trained properly, they're looking for good skills or weapons. At first, I thought you were, too.

Berner, who laughed as if he was about to gasp for a while, opened his eyes to the Vulcan.

"What do you think your level is now?"

" "··레레레, 103 levels, which, by this standard, seem to have just entered the third class."

"You're wrong. You're safe to say second-rate now."

Vulcan, who heard Berner, said with a snort.

"No, sir. You don't seem to know much about the player, but I can tell exactly how strong people are. Compared to what I did two months ago, it's almost the same."

"The level would be the same. I'm talking about what you guys call proficiency. I don't know because you don't know any players around you, but I know. Most men with four levels of epilepsy are above 200 levels. Usually, even after more than 10 years of repeated behavior, it is hard to say whether it will rise or not. One by one."

“······.”

"It looks like you haven't figured out the situation, ··· 흠 흠 흠 흠."."

said Berner, scratching his back with a cane in his right hand.

"What are you, ··· 만 만 만 만? Level 99? How long did it take you to get there?"

"······5년 정도?"

"The others usually took 30 years. Nevertheless, he was much less skilled than you were. What do you think the difference is?"

At this point, I couldn't help but admit it as a blister.

Vulcan asked Berner with a serious look.

"Because I'm a genius?"

"Click, clink."

said Berner, who laughed as dreary as a black sorcerer conspiring. The voice was full of laughter.

"You're making the awkward sound so indifferent."

"No, you keep saying I'm a genius."

"How do you feel when someone tells you something and when he says it himself? Dragging."

"No, what, ······"

"Let's stop talking about it."

'This man is real, ····.'.'

I felt bad when the person who giggled and teased me first suddenly looked serious.

Vulcan grumbled inward, but listened attentively to Berner with no outward manifestation.

"But isn't it strange? As far as I know, all you need to do to improve your skills is repeatability, but as I said before, the difference between you and the other players is so big that you can see clearly. I've heard from Fielder, and I know you've come all the way here with a lot of training unlike the rest of them, but there's a gap that can't be explained by that."

“······.”

"You understand the problem just by looking at the answers."

Vulcan, with a stupid look on his face, looked at Berner.

"What are you talking about? Lunar New Year's Day, ·········"

"Oh, just stay still! I'm talking about the old man!

'Dumb old man!’

The blanks frowned.

"When ordinary humans solve problems, they find a way to solve them first. I understand the intent of the problem, and I try to figure it out and get answers. The smart ones go further and solve application problems and find clues to more difficult problems. That's how you build up your problem-solving skills and get to the top."

Berner, who took a short breath, continued his words.

"On the other hand, players solve problems by asking for answers. How can a smart person, whether it's a system or not, try to understand the problem when he or she knows the answer? If you just pick up the answers that you call every time, you won't have any skills you've accumulated, and you'll only shout out your skills like a parrot. No progress, no improvement. How can you say "Ice missile!" childishly when you use a low-level magic spell? The real power of magic is in the Muyeongchang.”

He seemed to be saying something about himself, so he avoided attention for no reason.

"Click, I didn't mean to hear you, so relax. Of course, you've got bad habits from players, too. There's no one next to you who's going to turn a blind eye to it and study problem solving."

“······.”

"But there are times when a guy who copies the same answer depends on his talent. I told you before, right? You understand the problem just by looking at the answers. It is your job to understand the problem and infer the process of solving it roughly by looking at the answers without studying much. Of course, it's faster to be skilled than the players who just memorize the answers."

Upon hearing Berner's words, Vulcan felt his body tickled by an inexplicable feeling.

Before falling into a feeling of joy or shame, he quickly asked a question.

"As you say, teaching me basic magic theory..."

"Why not add a proper teacher and foundation to your talent, who understands the problem half by looking at the answer, without a teacher? In addition, you have the ability of a system to tell you the answer at every important moment. It's not too much to expect, ···흘흘흘."

Vulcan felt hot stuff rising in his heart.

It wasn't because of the recognition of Fielder and Berner, the level-wise strong men.

Recognition of human blanks, not player blanks.

It was the first time in my life that I had ever been considered a pure blanks, not myself, with the help of the system.

They were achieved by the strength of the Vulcan, the speed of rapid growth, and the excellent armor, as well as by the efforts of the Vulcan. Vulcan was proud to have shed more sweat than anyone in the last five years, and had never seen anyone around him who actually tried as hard as he did.

But on the one hand, I felt uncomfortable with the idea that all of these were achieved not by myself, but by the unparalleled power of "system."

So when I received someone's praise, envy or jealousy, I couldn't look them in the eyes.

There was always a slight lack of confidence, and a lack of confidence.

But all the negative emotions flew away at once.

With a word from Berner, scratching his thigh with a cane in front of him.

"I,·,·,·"

Vulcan decided to trust Fielder and Berner.

Of course, he has been following Fielder's training steadily until now, but it occurred to me that he would be able to follow their guidance with stronger trust in the future.

"Please teach me. I look forward to working with you. Old man."

Vulcan rose from his seat and bowed politely to Berner at a 90-degree angle.

Berner, who had lived in other cultures where he was not used to bowing his head, was able to feel the sincerity that came from Vulcan.

"A blood pupil was born in the last year, not the year of the horse."

Berner looked at the Vulcan with a satisfied look.

*

Berner's phlegm-boiling voice rang out in a wide cavity that seemed to combine two football fields.

"Hey, you stone-headed bastard! Can't you understand this right away, too!

"Sipar! You said I was a genius!

The blanks grumbled in their hearts.