Max Level Newbie

Two years has been a very long time for them. Though his appearance has not changed much, he has achieved a lot of growth internally. The confidence and dignity that came out naturally made them look bigger.

a firm belief in one's ability

That made the two more relaxed.

Of course, it wasn't just confidence that changed.

[Third-rate Horse Inspection Bulk]

[117Lv]

[List of Passive Skills]

*Battle proficiency B S

* Weapons Proficiency B A

*Defense Proficiency C B

*Hedge proficiency B S

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Fire Mastery B S

Lightning Mastery B S

Cold Mastery D C

Necromance Mastery E C

[Legend of the Torture]

[417Lv]

The ability of the Vulcan and Dokgo have risen beyond comparison two years ago.

In the case of the Vulcan, the level was not much different because they had little monster hunting, but their proficiency had risen ridiculously. There were as many as four S-level proficiency levels that even masters in the 400 level couldn't get.

In fact, he became a Burgess character with level 1 to 99.

The growth of the dogma was also amazing.

Dokgofu, who seemed to be sloppy, showed overwhelming talent during training, and under the intensive instruction of Paulken, the captain of the patrol who fell in love with it, he showed as much progress as the blanks.

Both of them have been among the best talents of all six people, including Fielder.

On the opposite side of Dokgofu stood Fielder and patrol captain Paulken with the Vulcan.

They were two people who might have a 90 percent or more stake in the post-dog growth.

The back of Dokgofu, which stood in a huge mountain-like shape, slowly folded.

After a big bow to Fielder and Paulken, Dokgofu, who rose, opened his mouth.

"I know that the grace I have received from you is not enough to repay you for your life. I will continue to make sure that I will not be a burden to my teachers' reputation!"

Fielder welcomed the soliloquy with a calm smile as usual.

Paulken next to him swept his arms as if he were getting goose bumps. He spoke to the Dokgofu with a frown.

"You seem to have lost your mind as you learn from day to day-to-day lessons. Shall we have a showdown for the last time?"

"If you say so, of course I'll take it. I'll be ready right away."

"I won't be able to make a joke."

Polkken grinned at the solemn appearance of the unusual soliloquy. The soliloquy laughed together, too.

"I won't attach the four limbs. Thank you for your hard work so far."

Dokgofu once again set an example for Fielder and Paulken. Then he looked at the Vulcan.

The previous serious look disappeared and a playful look came to my face.

"Hey, priest!"

"Ha, how long are you going to be a priest?”

"Hahaha, how many years have you learned under the same master, not a priest? You don't mean you're the death penalty, do you?"

"That's not it, ··· 됐습니다 됐습니다 됐습니다 됐습니다. Death penalty.”

"Hahaha, you're right! I think it's an honor! The one who wants to have this Dokgo-hoo as his brother has become a few tens of thousands in the Chow Dynasty!"

"Yes, yes, sir."

They had little time to train together, but they had become quite close during Fielder's occasional classes or breaks. Now I have become the closest acquaintance in Belong City and have developed into this comfortable speaking relationship.

'It's only natural that few people know.

Well, there was no reason to stay away from him. It was better to treat them as elders than to fight each time we met.

"Then, the main seat goes. You should go to the novice hunting ground to level up, right? I'll clean up my seat and wait for you, so follow me! Hahaha, let's have a drink at the bar sometimes!"

Dokgofu's new model, which burst into laughter, was fired in the north direction. A long cloud of dust rose along his route.

The place where a noisy middle-aged man disappeared was filled with emptiness. Vulcan, who had been silent for a while, said to Fielder.

"Then I'll go too. Say hello to Berner and Mr. Logweed."

"What direction are you going to go, Mr. Vulcan?

"I'm thinking of going to the east gate for now."

The east gate was a place with monsters of easier difficulty.

"You may go straight to the Orc colony."

"It won't be too much, but there are too many people there. I'm trying to get there easily to check my condition."

"Well, it doesn't matter what you do. Eventually, I'll get to level 500 soon."

Vulcan grinned to show his teeth.

"Surely speaking."

*

In Asgard, there were monsters of varying degrees of difficulty for the growth of the absolute. The fields, divided into east, west, west, south and south, were dominated by level 100, 200, 300 and 400 monsters, respectively, enabling them to fight to their own level.

Among them, the most popular area was the west gate area, home to 200 level monsters.

It was because most of the characters from Powell and Murim had practical experience starting at level 200.

When he first falls into a strange world and encounters people who are much more adept than him, he or she appears to be suffering from the shock, but in the end, his or her talents are added to the basic training support of six people, including Fielder, to achieve 200 levels quickly.

Even in the case of refusing to train Fielder due to his pride, he was able to raise his status in various ways, such as learning from the east or from the struggle of high-level fighters, and eventually reach 200 levels without difficulty.

Because of that, the West Gate area, which is always home to the 200 level monsters, was overflowing with people to gain combat experience, and the competition for seats was fierce.

In severe cases, they even fight a life-or-death battle even before they fight a monster.

That was why Vulcan went to East Gate, a 100-level monster area.

'It's much better to go to a novice hunting ground than to go there to level up quickly and lose time.'

The player Bulkan was in a different situation from other masters. The goal is not to gain combat experience through a fight with monsters.

I just want to kill quickly and gain experience quickly.

I didn't want to wait for a high-level monster.

'They said there were few people there, so they could hunt indefinitely.'

The bulkans' steps toward the east gate hunting ground became busy.

*

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Anderson, who yawned with his mouth wide open, looked around. Six men were seen lying on the floor in the same posture as themselves.

There was not a single ant in sight. He lay down on the floor, taking off his eye booger and picking his nose.

"Oh, you dirty bastard, cut it."

"Male director."

"Don't touch me later with that hand, it'll really go down."

"Sure, oh, there's really no one coming together like a dog.”

Anderson grumbled lying down.

Sitting in front of Goblin Dungeon, they've been waiting for people to do nothing for two hours. I was gathering party members to dungeon.

Goblin Dungeon's monsters average at 120 levels and occasionally run around by elite monsters, who are 150 years old. Boss is a 200 level devil, Goblin Fuchtur.

The average level of seven people gathered in front of the dungeon was 130. Simple figures would allow them to enter without any worries, but they were not confident.

'Asgard monsters are too strong for levels.'

It was the common idea of seven players.

In the original world, players who could win if they fought the East Level Monster, and sometimes even if they fought higher levels of enemies, were different in Asgard.

The level of enemies was high enough to be able to counteract only when level 5 or higher is higher than that of monsters.

The feeling of dealing with well-trained soldiers, not just monsters who simply believe in power.

Moreover, the monsters at Goblin Dungeon were crowded with at least five, so they had to be scared to get into the 70,000 players.

"Oh, where does not one from the Moorim or Powell show up?"

"Why are they coming here, asshole? He's 200 and he's circling the Orc colony."

"No, there could be about 150 people who haven't adjusted yet.”

"I haven't seen him in eight years.”

"Hey, someone's coming."

The seven heads turned to the new ones. Everyone scanned their abilities like a habit, and their expressions were stained with disappointment.

"Oh, shit, you're a little bit of a pussy again."

"I don't know the face. I guess Asgard just came."

"You look young, too, so aren't you going to throw a party and screw it up?"

"Oh, that's a real dick.

They shuddered at an uneasy imagination.

All the players who just came to Asgard, among them, were narcissistic.

It was because everyone's personality became strange as they enjoyed wealth and fame in the previous world.

People with the 8th grade syndrome who think that they are absolutely right, and that they can raise the level quickly and bring it all down to their feet in time.

In fact, seven people gathered here were suffering from similar symptoms, but only after they were character-corrected by assault by senior players.

"Oh, what should I do? Don't you think we should let him in?”

"Oh, I'm a little nervous."

"How can you not be a 99-year-old, you seem to have gained some experience by catching the wandering goblin."

"Yes, there's no need to wait any longer."

"I'll talk to him."

Anderson slowly rose from his seat. With a solemn look on his face, he smiled and approached the new young man.

"Hey, aren't you a player?"

"Yes, that's right.

"Haha, as expected. I'm a player, too.”

"Oh, I see.”

"I don't think this is your first time here, why don't you go party hunting with us? They're all veterans who've been hunting for years. It'll help.”

The young man, Vulcan, turned his head and looked at the players behind Anderson.

[Third Class Warrior Anderson]

[133Lv]

[Third-rate Wizard Gail]

[129Lv]

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[Third-class archer Luco]

[124Lv]

I saw even levels.

The face of the Vulcan was full of frowned.

"Isn't this a basic level 120 dungeon? Why didn't you go in when you collected as much as I did?”

"Ha-ha, you don't know that well, but even the 150-year-old monsters come out occasionally. And they're 120 level horses, actually much, 훨씬····."."

"Wait a minute."

Anderson felt bad when Vulcan stopped talking. It's so obvious on your face.

Vulcan knew the truth, but he didn't care about it and continued.

"So if I don't have a party, you don't want to go in now, do you?”

"What? Aren't you going to party?"

"I'll hear it first and then I'll judge."

"It's kind of dangerous for seven people to get in, so I'm going to wait another half hour with you."

"I see, ··· 죄송합니다, I'm sorry. I'll hunt separately."

"What?"

Vulcan passed Anderson, who looked blank. Somewhere in a hurry, the blanks on the face were glued together.

"Next time, let's do it together."

'You have to poison them before they come in!’

In fact, Vulcan was in a pretty hurry.

In addition to the expectation of a proper hunt in years, the opportunity to monopolize the hunting ground without a single competitor.

It was a waste of time to be polite.

The Vulcan quickly disappeared into the cave.

"Huh, that'sir.

Looking at the disappearing Vulcan, Anderson vented his sorrowful feelings.

"I'm clearing another invoice today."

"There are only a few players, and they're dying every time they come."

"Hey, it's better for a guy like that to just die fast. I still think he's a legendary warrior.”

"Oh, how long do I have to wait?"

The players' grumbling continued endlessly.

Anderson flopped down in his seat with a broken heart.

'If you're injured, you're gonna have to treat me.’

Those who succeeded in hunting through solo plays were unthinkable.