Max Level Newbie

'I can't stand it.’

There was no reason to bear it.

Of course I know those items are not ordinary.

A dark horse that looked much more dangerous than the objects generally available, as if it were worn by real demons, was poking its skin.

But that didn't mean to hesitate to absorb it.

It's been a long time since I've seen a legendary item, and it seems to be quite a thing.

If you were just looking at it, it would be something else, not the predator Poirot.

He slowly stretched out his hand.

Then he picked up one of the four Devil Duke's boots and took it to his big mouth.

'You're not going to eat into it.’

I suddenly thought so, but I decided to just eat it.

Unlike other predators, he has been living under the control of his instinct for over a thousand years.

If this was so much as to lose himself in a spell, he would have gone mad and died at the hands of Asgard managers.

He opened his mouth wide.

Then he began to chew the item with his sharp teeth.

wazak wazak

hughish

A mouth that moves without stopping.

a gratifying smile

Like a leech who tasted the finest dinner for the first time in his life, Poiard ate the devil's peacock's boots with a very happy expression.

He is worried that even a single piece of debris will fall off.

In an instant, Poiard, who had finished his formality perfectly, breathed a deep sigh.

"Whoa!"

Decades ago, for a meal as satisfying as eating the legendary bow brought by the Bulkan, Poi르가r laughed as he tore his big mouth from side to side.

No, it's much better than that. Intense, stimulating taste, ···· 아니 아니, no, violent taste!'

Feeling the deep taste of the item still hovering around his mouth, Poi-ar flopped down on the sofa.

A state in which one's body is relaxed and left on the sofa as if one were being sucked in.

He had a stupid look on his face as if he had been drug-addicted for some time.

A face that is completely different from his usual pretentious and fierce appearance.

After spending a long time in such an abnormal condition, Foward suddenly came to his senses and jumped up from his seat.

He looks surprised as if he jumped out of a spring.

Foward thought, looking at the rest of the devil's duke's boots with a mixture of embarrassment and anxiety, desire and hesitation.

'허······ 내 생각보다도 훨씬 엄청난 마기야. I almost lost my temper if I made a mistake.’

A dangerous situation in which everything that had been tolerated for a moment was almost lost due to a moment's carelessness.

With a determined look on his face, he picked up the other three boots and kept them deep in his special warehouse.

Poiard sighs of relief to see if it calms down little by little.

He shook his head and spoke to himself.

"It'll take more than a decade to digest perfectly.”

With his eyes closed, Foward checked his condition meticulously.

a sudden burst of energy into the body

I wanted to digest the still outward feeling right away, but unfortunately, the enormous power contained dangerous magic.

The dreary energy that shook his immense mental power momentarily, which almost made him like an embargo.

It would take a long time and a great deal of patience to absorb the power while completely overpowering the quaint.

'Of course I can handle it. As long as you don't eat a lot.’

He himself was at a different level from other ancient predators whose instincts repeated indiscriminate binge eating and slaughtering long before reason.

He has endured more than a thousand years through self-control that cannot be compared to them.

If it had been unbearable, it would not have been possible to reach this position.

I'll slowly absorb one every 15 years.’

Thinking up to this point, Poiard snapped his lingering attachment to the Devil's Duke's boots.

Then he frowned at the thought of the blanks that brought these items.

'Nom, 놈··!!'

He was very surprised to see the blanks visiting his grocery store.

Much stronger than before.

His keen sense was telling, although he could not grasp it precisely because he was not showing his strength.

His skills are incomparably higher than they were when he first met him.

'I've heard that you survived the battle with Bae Soo-jin, ·····, and the idiots, but it's beyond imagination.’

The least likely to grow among countless species.

Among them, "players," known for their lack of talent, were at an unthinkable pace of development.

Of course, he has survived so far without being caught by others, and it was also good for Foward, who is equally aiming for the Vulcan, ·········· ····.

Now that we've grown this strong, it's impossible to capture him in a normal way.’

Although the plan had already gone awry since the big group of Bae Soo-jin entered the scramble and added even more variables to it, Poire had no intention of giving up the blanks.

He is an ancient predator like the incarnation of greed, a natural born with the blood of a monk.

To lose a fortune-telling game to others was the second least favorite after death and starvation.

Therefore, he racked his brains to come up with a way to win over the blanks even in the current situation where chances were slimmer than before.

'Should I have just made a surprise visit when I visited here? No, that's a crazy idea. Do we have to look for a crack in the collision between Bae Soo-jin and the blanks?

For a long time, Poiard had been troubled.

However, no matter how hard I think about it, I couldn't find a sharp number, but I was only stressed out.

After shouting loudly, Poiard opened the warehouse nervously, pulled out a suitable item and chewed it.

But that much of the item could not quench the burning irritation of Poirot.

“······.”

After a long stretch, he glanced at a corner.

Three items intentionally placed in the corner because they might keep coming to mind.

Foward, who was approaching you as if possessed by something, came to his senses as he inhaled a vain wind and slapped himself hard in the face.

a flop

"You idiot! How long has it been since I made up my mind already!"

Foward, who blamed himself greatly, left the warehouse in an exaggerated manner, locked the door, and left the grocery store altogether.

Because the coveted dark red boots kept hovering in my head.

Coming out and breathing in the clear air, he murmured quietly.

"I need to calm down for a while.”

With a steady grip on his wobbly mind, Poiard walked slowly down the streets of Espo City.

I was going to control my mind by having a drink with my acquaintances I usually hang out with.

A gentle smile on his stiff face, and a merchant with a good expression on his face.

His steps turned toward the bar.

*

Twenty years passed after the Vulcan entered the lava cave again.

Hunting lava horsemen, taking a moment to eat. The life of sweeping lava tubes again and taking a short break.

A powerless voice came from the mouth of Vulcan, who spent each day like a game workshop waste.

"I'm sick of it, ·····"

The same appearance, the same moan.

Monsters with bored faces running at themselves in the same pattern.

I'm so used to it that I can't train, and I don't get much experience.

It's a very boring situation compared to when I trained in a lava cave.

But I had to.

That's what labor is for.

The Vulcan moved quickly to avoid their attack.

nettle eye solution

Whick

Although the two lava horsemen were attacking each other so sharply that their mother's bones were flushed, it was only for those who saw them for the first time.

It was such a boring moment for Vulcan, who has already cut off hundreds of thousands of people, to yawn.

Bulkan stretched out the lightning sword, staring at a lava horse with sleepy eyes.

The speed is so slow that one might think of the usual speed of the Vulcan sword as to the point where one might think that one is exhausted.

However, at the end of the sword, which was gently thrust in, there was an interesting point of the lava horse army.

Surak

Crawlaughing!

A lava horse with a large head cut so big enough to make its head rattle.

It was an amazing sight, as if he had been working from one to ten on where he was going to move.

If there were any spectators around me, I would applaud them.

However, there were only Vulcan and Belseram in the lava cave, a one-man limited hidden dungeon, and even now Belseram was dead at the hands of the Vulcan and was waiting for Risen.

'No? Was today a re-renewal day?’

Quaaaaang!

Oh my gosh!

The blanks are such useless thoughts, but they don't feel a sense of crisis.

He easily knocked down even the other lava horsemen using the ruins and then advanced forward to find the next game.

"I'm tired of it. I'm tired of it. I'm so sick of it.”

a constant stream of boredom

Unlike words, however, it was a bulkan that was very sincere in cutting down the lava horse troops and taking care of the beads of vitality.

In fact, he didn't mean much either.

By about a decade or so, he had really pressed his heart out and said he was bored, but now he just became a habit of mouth, as older people repeated, "You should die if you get old."

Now, when I'm bored, I sing like a labor song with rhymes.

'Of course, it's true that it's boring, but...'

I'm just playing nogada like an inertia, and I'm used to being bored.It wasn't a big deal.

How could there be such a person?

I just had to do it, and if I take a break today, I'll just force myself to stay here for a long time, but I was constantly thinking about wanting to run outside right now.

But he knew best of himself that he couldn't.

Vulcan clapped his cheek with his hands, grasping his shaky heart.

So he was enduring a hard day today, like those who were forced to work in the mines.

Addeuk

Qua'ang!

kieee eck

Patsch's side

Surak

끄륵······ 끅

A number of lava horsemen who are crushed by the destruction and decapitated by a brain sword and cut off their necks.

In addition to that, Balok's whip, which is sometimes swung as practice. practice.

The blanks, which looked at the lava horsemen sweeping away like autumn leaves, stopped walking.

The end of a lava tube.

It was because he arrived in Chamhoe-dong, where Balok Belgeram, the Duke of the Devil, the Boss Monster, is located.

The Vulcan's eyes were a little lively.

"Will Regency work? I don't know. You'll find out when you go in."

If you don't have it, you can come back out again.

Vulcan kicked at the door of the boss' room and looked at the center of the stone chamber.

······.

Fortunately, Belseram was in a state of re-genation.

The devil's Duke of Belseram, looking toward the Vulcan in his usual sealed form.

The cheerful bullcahn called him out loud.

"Hey! What if it's not here? It's already Regency. Thank God!"

What a relief! What a relief! When the hell are you going to leave here?

The angry voice of Belseram filled the interior of the stone chamber.

But Vulcan didn't care.

It's only natural that Belseram hates himself who comes and cuts whenever he's resented.

Maybe he would have done that if he were in that position.

But it didn't matter at all.

It was only important to be able to face an intelligent being who could exchange words.

With the exception of Dokgofu, whom he sometimes summons, the only dialogue table was this Belgeram, so Vulcan spoke with joy.

"I'm sorry, ······, but I think we should stay a little longer. I'm sorry I lied unintentionally."

If you're sorry, don't just say it and act it out!

"What kind of behavior?"

Get out of here.

"I'm sorry, ··· 많아서, there are so many people who will bite me when I go out. Let's just stay here while we're building up our strength."

Belseram shouted loudly with a tearful look on his face.

Then why don't you just play with the lava guys outside? Why do you keep coming to me like you're happy to see me?

"음······ 얘기할 사람이 너 말고 딱히 없어서······ 그래서 그런데 5분만 더 얘기 좀 하다가 시작하면 안 될까? That procedure or something.”

When Belgeram heard the crazy sound of the Vulcan, his face hardened like a statue.

For a moment, he stared at the blanks as if dumbfounded, and closed his eyes as if he had resigned.

'You've been locked up for a long time, and you've gone completely insane.'