Max Level Newbie

I wanted this.

A long time ago, memories of fighting with Asgard's monsters at the risk of all their own.

Feeling a sense similar to that awaken the cells of the whole body, the Vulcan once again burst into laughter in a loud voice.

"Hahahaha!"

It wasn't the battle Vulcan wanted the most.

It certainly wasn't a tense and thrilling battle to the extent that his hair stood still and his whole body was full of evil.

But an opponent as powerful as him.

This reaction comes from the fact that he was the opponent who could withstand his own strength.

And if you're stronger than him......because I can't guarantee my life.’

It was more of a blank space for his life than before.

He had already lived to the fullest and lived a happy life with his family in the summer.

Even so, it is also true that one cannot risk one's life if one thinks of the four summer days when one is only looking at himself.

Therefore, Vulcan was planning to return to the original world after a gentle excursion in the world of C-class or higher.

'......but is it right that the summer guys are looking at me alone? My level of credit makes me feel like I'm not...….’

It was a blank with a tilt of the head.

There were groups creeping up near such blanks.

Just now, they were the demons who slit their heads up, who had just heard the laughter they had burst out of Yook Sung after the assassination of the demon king.

It would be an exaggeration to say that the entire world of horse racing sounded, but it was true that the laughter of the Vulcan was very loud.

At least it's clearly delivered to the ears of the demons that were holding their breath around here.

Listening to his refreshing laughter, they sensed the defeat of Mu Yu-ro, the king of the Muriel level.

I can't believe you lost.... oh, my God.'

Who could have beaten Muyu?’

'Let's not do this, but let's hurry up and celebrate the birth of a new devil!'

'Yes... ...you don't know what you're gonna get if you don't do anything and stay still!’

I don't know what kind of character the new horseman has.

But it didn't occur to me that he would at least hate celebrating the birth of a new devil.

They came up to the Vulcan with a servile smile, with their heads lowered, and when they recognized that his appearance was completely different from their own thoughts, they looked perplexed.

"Uh... what was that, Balok...I think it was...

"Was there a race like that?”

"No! That's human, man!"

It was the image of the Vulcan, which was seen only as a human being, for the middle and lower-class demons who had never faced even the half-body, let alone God.

Hearing them muttering in amazement, Vulcan turned his head around and looked over all of them.

'......the quest hasn't been completed yet.’

Come to think of it, the goal of achieving the quest wasn't just to kill the devil.

What the system wants is the thorough destruction and destruction of the horse.

Given that there was a "target attainment rate" when he first came back from the B-class horse race, success and failure could be considered divided depending on how much he violated the horse industry.

'or the rewards could be different...….’

Vulcan stroked his chin with his left hand.

It was a bit on my mind to cut them into monsters that didn't harm me.

But the time was not long.

It was because he remembered that they were the same demons who invaded his world and violated his family and his home.

They're just normal now, living on their own in the world of wagonsense....you don't know. After further development, we may invade other handovers, just like the Marahamka army.….’

Hokulus said in the first place that demons instinctively have hostility toward all beings in the lower world.

Then you don't have to hesitate in dealing with them, either.

He opened his left hand and poured out his "infinite desire" after a long time.

Tududududududududududududu.

A bunch of hordes of bullets pouring out of a machine gun.

Desperate phrases to the point where the word "infinite" fits brightly embroidered the gray horse sky, and the demons looked at them with a nervous look, feeling somehow anxious.

Some of them, stupid and tactless, cheered because they thought it was a celebration of the new devil to welcome them, but it didn't take much time for it to turn into a terminal scream.

Shoo woo woong.

Qua Qua Qua Qua Qua Qua Kung!

the boundless pitfalls that are dropped in succession and in turn from one direction to another, as if a carpet bombing was taking place.

They bombarded numerous demons that had gathered around the city.

Keeeeeeeeee.

Cou-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o.

Demons who lose their lives without knowing the full extent of their experience and fly in the air.

Looking at them, Vulcan felt as if the stress he had accumulated was flying away at once.

It was the Vulcan who was always in a position to guard, defend, and deal passively.

He had never been in such a position of aggressor without any worries or restrictions.

You don't have to worry about the world breaking down, you don't have to hide your figure or strength.

It's not like we're fighting to protect someone.

Fight, violence, and massacres solely for the combat instinct that drags on your body!

What unfolded before the Vulcan to do it is millions of demons who need not feel guilty at all!

Vulcan traveled around the world, flying numerous magic bouquets, with a ragged smile like a demon.

"Argh!"

"God has invaded!"

"Where is the devil, the devil!"

"Lord, protect us!"

The demons called out their peak, King Muyuro, but he was already a handful of ashes.

They were lost to life by the fire magic of the Vulcan and the epilepsy without even a proper resistance.

The Vulcan was very pleasant.

Although it was not as delicious as it was when fighting against King Muyu, the one-sided massacre was also delicious.

So the Vulcan devoted 24 hours to destroying the horse-riding world, and stopped bombing only after destroying most of the sites the demons had built.

"Huuuuuuuu."

Bulkan with a long breath and a fresh smile.

After taking out the small tools from the inventory, he opened a portal to return to Inha, where he ruled.

He looked relaxed as if he had pulled out a cigarette after work, but no one could stop him from doing so.

There were few surviving demons, and even if they were, everyone was holding their breath and hoping that the Vulcan would leave the world.

Vulcan last looked through the Muriel-level horse-riding, where he was active, and then headed to the Helkium level.

And a message from a rising system.

A ring.

[Quest Success!]

"Defeat the Mahwang Muyuro at the level of the general quest Muriel, and destroy the Witch."

[Target attainment rate: 95.41%]

[Got a lot of experience!]

"......this."

Vulcan was very surprised when he opened a system window and checked the experience value of the quest.

He never went up again because he leveled up right after catching the devil, but even so, his experience of a fairly large increase was enough to make him feel even more excited.

In fact, compared to Asgard's hunting ground, it is true that magyetobal was far from sufficient in terms of experience.

In the first place, it was too much to compare the hunting ground of Act 2, where monsters similar to him were continuously provided, and the horse world, where only the devil could match him, in terms of experience.

However, if the experience as a reward for quests is so enormous, I would not have to worry about level-up anymore.

Vulcan clenched his fist and made a resolution in his mind.

From now on, he will focus on raising his physical level, not on his physical level.

I didn't care about the warnings of the gods.

As long as they had camouflage skills that could hide their identity and a system that could identify the power of horseback riding, nothing would have happened to them.

He looks at his lovely lover as if he were looking at his own item. I looked at the entrance to the restless horse-riding.

Being who invigorates one's boring life.

A sudden alarm came to his ear, which looked like honey would fall from his eyes.

Peep beep beep beep beep beep beep.

"... ...this bitter."

Was there a problem while he was away, the loud ringing of the alarm.

The face of the Vulcan listening to it was distorted like a crumpled pile of paper.

*

a blister that quickly completed the work that had been piled up in the summer

Since then, he has regularly been in and out of the world once a week.

Of course, as before, the horse-riding of Class D he wanted didn't come out well.

Most of them are Class B, and Class C and Class A.

Once, I wondered how good it would be because there was a grade F, but I was disappointed because there was no proper king yet.

However, even if it's far below his level, he can't let it pass.

Bulkan trampled on the horse world, showing an overwhelming difference of force whenever he met the magye of Class D and Class F, and the demons, unaware of the English language, were struck by the fire and were reduced to experience.

Seeing himself slaughtering demons without feeling any guilt, it was once a Vulcan where he thought seriously for a while.

Just as there is a saying that the pursuer of the devil is also becoming the devil, I was worried that he might be getting worse and worse.

But the Vulcan soon shook off those ideas and focused on invading the world.

It was because they concluded that there was no difference between hunting Asgard's monsters or sweeping away the demons of the horse world.

Of course, unlike then, he now hunts for his own fun, and although there was a difference between the devil and the monster, he decided not to pay much attention.

'If you'd been so philosophical, you'd have been.'

The minimum line that you have set up.

No harm is done to anyone except monsters and demons that harm the intellects of the lower world, including humans.

As long as he kept this, he decided to do as he wanted.

The bullcahn, who blew away every bit of his worries in suppressing himself, was literally shooting the horse like a loose pony.

For a year, I mean, I've been going back and forth to and from the horse-meat for over 50 times, and I've completely smashed six of them.

In the meantime, his level has risen by two.

If you think of a time when you couldn't raise your level by 100 levels over the past 100 years, it's a very fast level up speed.

Therefore the nerves of the Vulcan were all directed at the Magye Bay, and the lower world he ruled gradually lost its worship of the Vulcan.

Of course, it was true that the Vulcan didn't do anything, and that he did the least things he had to do as a god, but...….

[Relastic level has fallen.]

"......it fell again.”

In that way, it is too much to maintain, let alone raise the level of physical strength.

But Vulcan didn't care.

This is because I thought it was a power that could not be used in the world of divine power.

Today, he opened a portal to the horse industry after scanning his lovely Mado with affectionate eyes.

Whoo-woo-woong.

A portal to the usual black-and-white horseback riding.

Vulcan had a slightly wistful look on his face, smacking his lips.

Of course, this must have been a great thing that helped break away from his boring routine.

If it weren't for this, he would still be living in depression, playing God, whom he doesn't even want.

However, it was inevitable that he was a little dissatisfied with the fact that he couldn't choose the rank of horseback riding he wanted.

'If that's possible, we'll have to do a major repair to this harness, but......because I can't have that knowledge.’

But I can't show it to other gods.

After a sigh, Vulcan recalled himself, who had been training and hunting hard in Act 1 and Act 2.

I didn't know back then.

How good and convenient it was to be able to pick out a hunting ground at your own level.

With a faint look on his face, he shook his head a couple of times and then shook off his thoughts.

Is this a memory correction?….’

You said you only remember good things about the past, but you can hardly remember the dog days of that time.

Vulcan smiled and threw himself on a black portal.

Now a familiar feeling passes through the whole body, and again, a completely different landscape just came into the eyes of the Vulcan.

This time, however, something unexpected happened.

"Well, are you a newly born horseman?"

a devil standing before the eyes of the Vulcan

The blanks, which checked his level reflexively, gulped and swallowed.