Max Level Newbie

Vulcan recalled the countless people he met in Act 1.

And I thought of their level.

Clearly, levels were not a perfect measure of strength.

Someone was stronger than I thought, and someone wasn't as good as level.

It was an idea made through many samples.

And another conclusion that has been observed and drawn from the many samples.

'He's never been stronger than I am!’

Confidence, not conceit, concluded in five years of Act One life.

If his true level and his opponent's level were similar, the Vulcan was sure of at least a draw.

Therefore, he thought of facing Lee Jung-yeop even when he was at level 190 when he was far short of the stats.

Currently, Vulcan thinks his real level is 700.

Elkenny's level is 699.

Judging from his experience so far, he should not be able to show a much better appearance than himself.

I'd have to.

'I was feeling monsters I didn't even feel.’

The Vulcan was in shock.

Of course the Vulcan was not a perfect 700 level.

The stats are losing as much as 200 levels.

Also, due to the nature of Dark Elf, it is possible that the detection ability has developed unusually compared to other things, so the surprise of the blanks itself could be considered a universal use.

'But I've never felt this way before.’

Even if I raise the level to 700, I think I'll be stronger than myself.

Of course, I thought the difference would be fine, but it was true that it was still a shock.

Vulcan closed his eyes to clear up his confused feelings.

After a short time, the Vulcan came up with an unpleasant conclusion.

"Is there a difference between humans and other tribes, just like the difference between players and the general foresters?"

A player who relies only on skill.

Ordinary masters who completely overwhelm East Level Players with their excellent five-star and skill.

The masters of other races with superior physical abilities, who even such human masters see beneath their feet.

'There was a lack of talent, and now it's a species.’

Vulcan bit his lower lip.

Haha, don't blame yourself too much for not feeling the monster. It hasn't been long since he came up, but if that's possible, he'd be a dog, a son or a god

······.

And don't try to compare the Elf line to that because it has good sense.

As he said so far, he stretched himself and moved to another seat. It was an act of caring for the blanks that might feel inferior.

Vulcan also knew his intentions and felt grateful.

But I was also feeling negative emotions.

The fact that he was considered 'the weak'.

There was a little bit of resentment at the fact that he was treated as one of the humans with clear limits, not as a talented rookie.

'Of course, I don't intend to stay like this forever.’

Vulcan recalled the first time he arrived in Belong City.

Fielder and Werner, who treated themselves as an untalented player and made Nogada repeat while passing on the epiphany to the death penalty Dokgofu.

It was a much better treatment than then.

'In the end, it's all I have to prove.

The Vulcan burned its competitive spirit against the unspecified majority of Act 2.

It was only for a short time, but it was strong enough to forget about the destruction of the earth and the wishes.

*

Elkenny, who had his eyes closed against the non-public railing.

He opened his eyes, looked up at the sky, and silently pulled the bow demonstration.

FANTASY, who was sitting wiping his sword, also frowned as if he felt something and looked in the direction Elkeny saw.

Vulcan also had a serious look on his face. He asked.

"Something seems to be coming."

"Yes, I don't know yet, but I guess you can see how many there are. You don't look so good."

The look on Elkenny's face was not very good, as Fantiro said.

However, it felt more like I was facing something bothersome than serious, so the blanks did not create any tension at all.

"Are there many monsters that attack non-publicity?”

"Not really. It's because it's much safer than moving to the sea in the first place. Well, sometimes we encounter a bunch of monsters in bad luck, but I guess we're unlucky.”

So far, Pantairo grinned at the Vulcan.

"But there's nothing to worry about. It's a bit of a hassle in the first place, it's not dangerous."

"I wasn't worried either."

"Yes, but you'd better be prepared. There's no choice but to be a level gap from Act 1."

Fantiro said as if he was worried about the Vulcan.

Vulcan replied that he knew briefly.

It was natural not to expect from Vulcan, who had just come up to Act2, and Vulcan understood it.

'But if I get the chance, I'll pay for it.’

I didn't mean to leave everything to Elkenny and Fantagiro alone.

It was better to sleep like a half-body over there than just watch like a frightened child.

While Vulcan was thinking about it, Elkenny fired an arrow at a tremendous speed.

It was a much tougher move than before, but it still makes little noise.

I got goose bumps as if I was watching a mute video.

'It would be hell to meet an enemy at night.’

But Elkenny wasn't enough to handle all the monsters by himself.

Perhaps because it felt like a sniper of one shot one kill, there seemed to be no range attack to use.

Monsters who have become quite close to non-publicity.

Elkenny looked at Pantayro and said,

"We've reduced the number a lot, so you'll take care of those who come in."

"Of course."

Fantiro lifted the sword with a grave face.

The Vulcan also pulled the sword, but Elkenny shot the arrow again without giving it a glance.

The Vulcan, ready for battle, examined their abilities.

[HAPPY QUEEN Happy Harpy.

[533Lv]

[Gryphon Calliore]

[525Lv]

[Great Wyverns Ardo in Myth]

[541Lv]

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[Cursed by Elder Gargoyle Cruciffe]

[523Lv]

Monsters powerful enough to compare one by one to Hogyeong or Belon.

It was also understandable that Elkenny was annoyed at first and worried about the blanks for Fantiro.

It was a terrible sight to the extent that nearly a hundred monsters, similar to the beginners who had just come up on Act 2, were flocking to the scene.

'A hundred men in Hogyeong.’

No, but the less fussy ones.

It was a number that could be dealt with by a single person with enough blanks.

It will be difficult because the location is non-public, so you can't hit and leave, and the use of super-heated hells is limited.

However, there was no worry because there was such a wide gap, and the genocide was a Bulk with confidence.

The Vulcan operated the energy of the brain.

Patsutschum

In preparation for the soon-to-be monsters with golden sparks all over their bodies, they tried to float hundreds of epilepsy spells, but Fantail blocked them.

"Hey, if you want to live long in Act 2, be patient."

Watching the fluttering red cape of Pantairo, Vulcan had a subtle look on his face.

His consideration was not bad, but his seemingly low-key attitude over and over was evidently jarring.

However, the only one who knew Vulcan's true skills was himself.

For Pantairo, who knows the Vulcan as the perfect Act2 newsbee, leaving the Vulcan alone was tantamount to sitting on the sidelines of suicide.

'Well, you're on your own.'

The Vulcan, whose excitement was cooled by Pantairo's continued consideration, took the position of a perfect bystander.

Although his experience was a bit disappointing, he would earn money in no time if he went to the hunting ground he wanted.

Let's take a look at the power of the 750-level warrior.

The Vulcan fell off the railing, thinking,

Monsters that have already filled the non-public perimeter.

Although he was not able to attack immediately due to the spirit of non-official figures, it was a very urgent situation that could be immediately attacked if there was an opportunity.

Elkeny who puts the bow in and takes out the arming sound of the waist.

He asked Fantagiro.

"You don't mean to let us in, do you?"

"Of course. It's not in range yet, so just keep your head down for a while."

FANTASY holding a double-handed sword with a red jewel.

Whether he was feeling monsters with a hunch, his eyes were closed.

The ferocious crying of monsters, the tearing of the wind produced by the giant wing.

In the midst of it, he kept quiet and opened his eyes with a flash.

"Crazy Arcade!"

a burst of strength and a tremendous wave of strength from the whole body

The energy from the two-handed sword, which turned one big turn, mercilessly exploded all the monsters that had occupied non-official surroundings.

Puff, puff, puff, puff, puff.

occipital du du du du

“······!”

The sheer power of firing thousands of missiles all the wayward.

Powerful monsters of at least 500 levels poured into the bloodstream, with no room for a painful scream.

It was so unreal that it was hard to find even in myths.

But there was something else that surprised the Vulcan.

Just a move that wouldn't have been strange to call a lethal move.

Although it was obviously a big skill that would be physically burdensome, Pantairo stood tall as if nothing had happened.

And an unidentified orange energy that seems to make it possible.

oooh oooh ooh

The warmth and hope of the parents looking at their newborn child has blossomed all over the body of Pantairo.

It was as if hundreds, tens of millions, of love, blessings and hopes were stroking him.

Vulcan asked Fantagiro with a blank face.

"Now· 기운 기운· 기운 기운 기운 기운 기운 기운 기운 기운 기운 기운 기운 기운 기운 기운"

"Oh, this? It's the driving force that keeps me going in this damn world."

He continued, brushing his finger under his nose awkwardly.

"Hegatus, the energy of the people praying for me in the summer.”

After finishing his words, Pantairo slipped away from the bullcahn's gaze.

an apologetic look

Vulcan didn't know why he was doing that.

I was just pure admiration for Pantairo's ability to show great resilience.

"The aspirations of the people in the lower reaches, ··· 엄청 엄청 엄청, are tremendous. Can you get a little bit of their strength and not get tired?”

"Hmm? Uh-huh, ··· 그런 그런 그런 그런 그런 그런 그런."

Pantiro scratched his neck and was awkwardly spoken.

In fact, the energy he used was like a basic skill that a warrior who protects the summer had.

However, he was not a real warrior, but a fantasy that made him feel a little sorry to be seen in front of the blanks even more than the warriors.

Therefore, he came up with an unorthodox joke to change the subject of conversation.

But Fantiro never gave a joke.

Elkenny spoke to Fantagiro in a dull voice.

"You're unlucky. It's coming again."

"Well, this time it seems more than before."

Fantiro frowned.

It's a rare chance to meet monsters before, but there's a bigger crowd.

"Maybe there's a high-ranking near here who's catching a big monster of the sea."

"It could be. I guess he keeps running away from it and running into us.”

Elkeny, who puts the sword in and shoots the arrow, added a horse.

"I'll cut it in half, so deal with only 150 of them.”

"Of course."

Fantiro replied coolly.

As he stood ready for the coming pack of monsters, there was a tap on his shoulder.

"Bulcan? What kind of man?"

Fantiro groaned, squinting his eyes.

A considerable sense of oppression that cannot be ignored in Act II.

There was a variety of epilepsy magic waiting behind the back of the Vulcan, which was splashing a spark roughly all over the body.

"I've been indebted to you all this time, but I'll clean up this group."

“······.”

At the words of the Vulcan, a little excited, Fantairo looked at his face with a blank look.

a novice less than a month into Act 2.

In common sense, it was a situation where you had to knock it down and dry it, but Pantairo didn't.

No, it didn't occur to me that the Vulcan would be dangerous.

'You're not stronger than I am, but how can you be so powerful?’

Like himself, it feels like seeing a high-quality surprise magician who has been here for more than a hundred years.

It was the assessment of the Vulcan, which used the energy of the brain as its power.