Max Level Newbie

a leisurely afternoon

The blanks, which were slumbering, sprang to their feet and stretched.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Lazy words you'd never hear when you were in Asgard.

It was an example of how defenseless and lazy the current Vulcan lives.

But that didn't matter at all.

Here, the earth had no drains, no chimeras, with its eyes open to dissect the body of the Vulcan. There were no scary monsters who made a surprise attack just by passing by.

sheer perfect peace

It was the first vacation in decades in a life marred by the Battle of the Vulcan.

That doesn't mean we can't just play and eat without doing anything.

"Mr. Vulcan, please do it again today."

"Well... ..yes."

Thirty-five years since he left Earth and returned to Asgard's Act II.

In the meantime, seven long years have passed on Earth, but too short a time to restore the world destroyed by demons.

Especially in the case of the Republic of Korea, the damage was the most severe because it was the first place that Mawang-gun invented, and it was forced to struggle for a comeback with the loss of most of its production facilities.

Although the restoration work was being carried out mainly in Jeolla Province, which has little damage, the slow pace of the restoration is inevitable.

The Vulcan, who had not seen it, magically helped clean up the building's debris several times, and somehow started to repair the damage regularly.

'Honestly... ..it's all in vain.

If you clear Act 2, it will be solved at once.

It may be said to be useless, but the Vulcan's personality was not so cold as to watch them work hard.

a dead duck

"Oh, my Savior!"

"All those rubble at once...…!”

"Don't call me the Savior. Because it's cheesy.”

Bang!

The blanks, which had collected the remains of the building on unnecessary ground, spoke with a sullen face, but felt good.

It's been a while since I heard Korean.

And the praise and recognition of the hometown people I've heard for a long time.

Although they consider themselves aliens from this world, it didn't matter.

For the main character, who had been fighting a lonely battle for decades without any support, their small praise was far more helpful than the items that came out after catching the monster.

'As expected... ...people have to live together. Although he is said to have adapted to living alone, his psychological stability itself is different.'

That people can get hope and smile because of their actions.

There was another gratification to level up by cutting monsters and raising the stakes.

Of course, it wasn't all day long helping them.

Helping with one or two hours of restoration work was just an act of self-satisfaction, and most of the rest of the time spent training.

Unfortunately, efficiency was not good.

There were no high-quality masters to deal with the Vulcan, nor did there have a decent hunting ground.

However, he could not freely use such high-level magic as a brain dead body, a prison sentence, or Efritte's fist.

Two or three rooms of infinite cramps are about to blow up the grounds of the elementary school....if you use those things...….’

I thought maybe it was evaporating from country to continent.

In the end, all I could do was to refine myself by meditating like a dogma, or practice tricks that would not harm the earth, such as the accumulator method.

But I didn't like these either.

In the first place, the Bulk is a type that increases efficiency only when there is someone to fight with.

He meditated for a hundred days without any tension, and practiced the method of accumulating paper without any improvement.

'And... ...I know for sure. I don't have a gift for drinking.'

Although he felt it from the lava cave, he was not talented in the arts.

Although the Cheongryong Vision Axis Act itself was a great technique that brought synergy to the battle, the utilization of the accumulator method was not that great in the first place.

If the body were to follow its own way right now, it would have doubled its power than before, but...….

No matter how hard he tried, Vulcan could not use it freely as if it were magic.

It would be very helpful if we could use it only twice in a row.... Phew, what's the point of thinking about what can't be done? Let's just pretend we're on vacation.'

About six months after coming to Earth, it was a blank space where the water lilies and everything were folded and resting.

"Haha, Savior......No, Mr. Vulcan, are you still lying down today?"

"Ah......I think I have to fill up the used force after I help with the work."

"Well... ..if you try to clean up so much debris, you'll have to use up a lot of energy.”

'Sorry, it's not that hard.’

It's just annoying.

However, he couldn't express his feelings exactly, so Vulcan sent back the leader of the Republic of Korea with a rough excuse.

Then he went on to think for six months.

'Bae Soo-jin....'

The Vulcan frowned slightly.

In other words, it is because of them that he came to the earth to escape.

Before coming, he summoned Yeo Dong-bin and gave him a proper blow, but that didn't mean the bad relationship between them was over.

After a year, the secret cool time of dimension shift, and five years by Asgard standards, the Vulcan will return, and until Act2 is cleared, it will be forced to keep bumping into them.

In the end, they should have the power to overwhelm them, and it was fortunate that they were not hunted, let alone overwhelmed by the Vulcan's ability now.

Vulcan hardened his impression by recalling Helmut, who had been confronted six months ago.

I'm level 820, and he's level 829....I never thought I'd be behind.’

He wasn't just level 820 himself.

The state of having the power of hero-like reflexes, and receiving the breath of a superior blue dragon.

In addition, the equipment was sure to be better than most residents in Act2.

Nevertheless, he could not overcome it.

Bae Soo-jin's unique evil and bizarre ways put him on the defensive even in a moment.

Of course, high-quality wizards that appear to be sacrifices are not infinite, but after climbing to the lower body, I feel a little less confident.

Perhaps the other executives of Bae Soo-jin, and the captain, could use more than a level of force like Helmut.

'Of course... ..it's not just you guys that can do it.’

If they came out that way, the Vulcan could have done it, too.

More than anything else, as long as it was confirmed that the "mystery of dimension movement" could break through the obstacles to their return, it could be said that safety was half guaranteed.

Vulcan lay in a comfortable position with his head supported with both hands and looked up at the sky.

Then, leaving the headache thoughts behind for a moment, he tried to fully enjoy the peaceful time given in a long time.

I didn't mean it, but it's really been a long time since I came here.

There was no need to be nervous and agonizing all day long.

Vulcan closed his eyes stealthily and took a nap.

I felt much more peaceful and relaxed than staying at an inn in Espo City, a non-combat area.

*

Five months after living such a peaceful life.

Now, something foreign has been detected in the sense of the Vulcan, which is slowly getting ready to return to Act II.

An ominous sensation that has never been felt in more than 11 months of living on Earth.

Unconsciously speaking to oneself.

"......what is it?"

a bolt from one's

With his eyes closed gently, he concentrated his mind to feel the energy that stimulated his senses.

a secret maggie

The gloomy and terrible energy that could only be felt by the soldiers of the lava cave gave me goose bumps all over the body of the Vulcan.

The Vulcan quickly left the building.

"Oh, Mr. Vulcan, where are you going all of a sudden?….”

"I don't have time to explain. I'll be right back."

Patsutsch's side.

Quaqam!

After using the energy of the brain, he ran toward Seoul with the power of the bulkan that rolled his feet.

The blanks, which did not like the speed, even changed to the spirit of lightning along the way and moved toward their destination as quickly as possible.

Vulcan moved to Seoul in a flash.

Vulcan, who released the spirit, looked around, confirmed that there was no change and breathed a sigh of relief.

'Whoa. Nothing's going on yet.’

But in Vulcan's thought, it seemed certain that something would happen in the future.

With a quick walk, Vulcan tried to reach the heart of Seoul, toward the passage of a level connected to the horse and the human race.

But there were people holding him back.

"This is a restricted area for civilians."

"......Ah."

Vulcan muttered with a stupid look.

Seeing the American soldiers blocking him, he lowered his head and looked at his outfit.

Jeans, sneakers, and plain short-sleeved T-shirts that are common everywhere.

'It's not recognizable.’

Vulcan opened the inventory, took out the equipment, and used the system to wear the equipment at once.

Shu Shu-t.

"Huck!"

Two U.S. soldiers made a fuss when they saw the Vulcan, which produced a scene as if the main character of the children's convention had been transformed.

"You were the Savior. Because of the... ...clothes...….”

"That's all right. Where's the person in charge now?"

A voice automatically translated by the system flowed out.

Having heard their explanation for a moment, the Vulcan moved quickly and reached the front of the dispatch general manager.

"Huck! Ah, Savior. Good day."

Looking at the bulkan, who appeared like a ghost, Tom Logger, who is in charge of managing the gate, greeted him warmly.

Seven years ago, he has been a big fan of warriors from this world since Vulcan helped the resistance of mankind and annihilated the demons.

Therefore, whenever I saw him sweep away the remnants of Mawang-gun, I tried to give him as much convenience as possible.

"Hey, tell the whole unit. I'm afraid they're about to pop out."

Tom Logger gave orders to the deputy next to him and looked at the Vulcan with a smile.

When the Vulcan comes to us like now, we always prepare them in advance because they used to pop out of the gate.

He spoke to Vulcan with a look of real gratitude.

"Ha-ha, you always come here first before this happens, so I don't know how reassuring you are."

a sincere way of speaking, not a heartless greeting

Normally the Vulcan would have answered him politely, but things were a little different now.

He spoke to Tom Logger with a stiff look on his face.

"Right now...".”

"What?"

"Return all your troops right now. As far as possible."

"......what are you...….”

Tom Logger, who didn't quite understand Vulcan's words, looked him in the face, blurring the end of his words.

In a little less than a year, I once or twice described the blanks as a little dangerous.

At that time, there were certainly a lot more demons than usual, and they were in a situation where they would have suffered some damage if not for the Vulcan.

However, Vulcan has never said so firmly 'retreat'.

That embarrassed Tom Logger, and made Vulcan say the same thing twice.

"I won't say again. We don't have time. Hurry back, please. To the utmost."

"......yes, sir."

"I'll help you, too."

Tom Logger had a lot of questions, but since he saw Vulcan's stern yet serious expression, he couldn't just ask good questions.

With the magic help of the Vulcan, he quickly commanded the troops to prepare for retreat, and quickly withdrew mechanized troops, including tanks and armored vehicles.

But despite Vulcan and Tom Logger's quick response, the incident quickly exploded.

Before all the troops left, the ground around the gate shook violently, and the evil voice that had never been experienced in the past seven years disturbed the ears of the earth's people.

"Hahahaha! This body, which is no match for Nukuham, has arrived, so be prepared for the reception of humans!"

The Vulcan gulped down his saliva and watched toward the gate.

'I thought I'd have a peaceful time on Earth.

He didn't seem to want to live comfortably.