Max Level Newbie

Vulcan looked at Powell with a puzzled look on his face.

As far as he knows, the only thing that can strengthen items to this extent is the focus.

No matter how lazy he is, however, he could not have simply strengthened his flying equipment, whose source is unclear.

Do you think Powell has the skills of a blacksmith comparable to Puckers?’

Otherwise, did they upgrade it in a magical way?

Vulcan asked Powell, confirming options for the Devil's sets, which were much better than before.

"This... ..this is still Maggie. How the hell did you get help from Puckus? Did you reinforce it yourself?"

"No. I'm not a blacksmith, why would I do that?"

Fowell, who turned into the shape of an imp in a cone hat and was picking his nose, answered, and the Vulcan asked again.

"Then how can we strengthen...….”

"Of course I asked Puckus to do it."

"What? Just like this? What were you going to do if you were caught?"

"I've already been caught by Percuss. About 200 years ago."

“…….”

"So it's all right. I know I picked it up from the horse business, so you're not caught either."

Vulcan asked Powell with a puzzled look.

"No... ...was there any other god besides me who knew that Powell had invaded the world? No matter how indifferent you are, you wouldn't be condoning this, how could you...….”

"Well, maybe if he reveals this......I don't know, but something bad will happen.”

A small imp that smiles at Vulcan with a meaningful face as if there is something more hidden.

Seeing it, Vulcan thought to himself, feeling goose bumps in his body.

'......don't make the worst of it.’

In any case, Bulkan was able to safely strengthen its items and handed over various materials from the horse market that had been piled up in the inventory to Powell.

Fowell, who was given a wealth of rare ingredients that were hard to find in just one horse world, took them with a smile on his face.

Yongin, who seems to go around fighting without countermeasures, is also called magic control and is devoted to all kinds of magical research.

No, it is now a dragon that has become a more evolved object.

For him, these rare materials were far more valuable than gold and silver treasures.

The little imp, carrying a large bundle with a jubilant look on his face, said Powell to Vulcan.

"Hehehe, good, good. I'll start your training from next week."

"Of course."

"Shall we do the place here as it is now? To avoid the eyes of old men."

"What? My harness isn't going to the harness I want, it's going to be random.….”

"Twit! You can come into the portal I left open after you come to our world!"

"Oh, I see."

"The hat guy."

Bulkan, who was cursed for nothing, scratched his head and used his tools to return to his own world.

And then Powell's magic map began.

*

Powell's education was as strict as Vulcan thought.

A guiding method that focuses on oneself rather than consideration for the learner.

And most of the coaching methods started with Dalian and ended with Dalian.

Vulcan struggled and resisted Powell's violent guidance, but it never succeeded.

It is natural that one cannot use one's divine power as it is a battle in the horse world.

The Bulk was always forced to become a super dead body due to Powell's magical attack with a physical level of 1400, and theory education began only when he was exhausted enough to lift a finger.

"You know, the basics aren't bad. I don't know who taught me this, but it's pretty well organized. It's not bad for growing up alone after that. It must have been easy to get into bad or inefficient habits, but it's amazing how you've only walked this far.”

The blanks, covered with sweat and dust, listened attentively to Powell while lying down.

He laughs faintly when he is out of breath and compliments about himself.

However, the blanks were forced to frown at the harsh reprimand that followed.

"But the way of fighting is complete rubbish. Calculating, stocking, spare, counting the cost-effectiveness. It's not a fight, it's not a chess game. Just be honest with me. You've never fought a stronger man than you, have you?"

"Yes..."

"You're a dick. If there were, it would have been as secure as it is now, or it would have happened. It's highly likely that you got out of the crisis with someone else's help, not your ability. Am I wrong?”

Powell looking down at himself with his unshakable eyes.

His red hair soared into the sky thanks to the strong spirit flowing from his body.

Seeing Powell as if he were the witch of fire, Vulcan could not think to open his mouth.

Powell's words went on and on.

"Well, I guess that's what all the players are like. He never goes on the adventure of fighting a stronger opponent than he does. If you choose a team that's worth the experience but you can win, your level will be higher and stronger. Hmph... ...that's so sweet of you to say it like this. Our Vulcan, you've been sucking only honey."

"I don't know how to live such a comfortable life...….”

"Shut up. Just get it."

“…….”

It was Powell of My Face, more than Berner, and more than Dokgofu.

Vulcan gave up talking back and listened to him pretending to be a gentle sheep.

"Anyways... ...you've been so calculating, so smart, every single magic you use has so much junk in it. Hm...... the expression is a little strange, what should I say?... yes. There's a little guy in your head who manages mana, and it feels like he's using magic while bargaining with her."

"That's harder to understand."

"Just get it. You really don't understand?”

"Um...... I think I know."

Perhaps he pointed out the way the Vulcan battles are fought, which effectively calculates and draws out as much mana as necessary.

But Vulcan thought it was inevitable that he had this style.

For other strongmen, things like the reckless struggle that Powell emphasizes, the realization that comes from the life-and-death divide, may be important.

But he was a "player," as Powell said, and level-up and inner inertia through him were bound to be the primary driving force behind the rise.

And what was most needed for that level-up was to hunt monsters as efficiently as possible by "estimating" and "calculating."

'Of course, I'm getting a lot more energy from the occasional realization......and now that the stakes have risen to this point, we are not even sure when that realization will come, or whether it will come again."

In conclusion, Vulcan never thought that the style of fighting he was now sticking to was a drawback.

But when Powell heard the idea of Vulcan, he shook his head and refuted him.

"I can't believe he's talking about the pinnacle of violence, the epilepsy and the flames.... you're not even a man. A bunch of skewers."

"......isn't that sexual harassment?"

"Huh, is it because of me now? Then can I tell you like this? If you're going to fight like that, you're going to be a bunch!"

Powell, who turned into a muscular, bearded, muscular Dwerf in an instant, kept making fun of the Vulcan.

Vulcan looked dumbfounded and hoped his queer behavior would end, but Powell did not stop.

Powell returned as a woman when the blanks were about to flare up at the sight of him stimulating the blanks by making songs with notes.

Then he looked at the Vulcan with a serious look on his face.

"Do I sound like a joke?”

“…….”

The sudden change in Powell's mood left him speechless.

Toward him, Powell continued to pour forth his words.

"Of course I know players are completely different creatures from other races. But if you look at the big picture, you're also a wizard. Among them, it's a wizard who deals with epilepsy and flame. Two of the most arbitrary, ruthless, violent and fiery properties of all kinds. And you're the same......if we stick to the battle style driven by the cool calculation, can we expect more than the level of stats? Wasn't skill as important as level to the player?”

Powell's point-blank shot.

Upon hearing that, Vulcan was speechless and had no choice but to look at him.

In fact, I've heard something similar before.

After Berner's teaching in Belong City, I got a big realization from it and I was able to clear Act 1.

However, after entering Act 2 with the increased weight on his shoulders, Bulkan was forced to return to the style of stably receiving experience to save the world, and its style became entrenched, forming a battle method that values efficiency and estimation.

"In a way, it's good that you've improved your brainpower and flame skills with this kind of mindset.….’

Maybe he didn't measure anything at all at the moment of enlightenment, and by instinct exploded the inner violence to the fullest.

Thinking so far, Vulcan rose up to his feet, then bowed his head to Powell.

a token of one's gratitude for reminding him

Powell, looking at it with his eyes wide open, said after laughing in a high voice.

"Hey, you've got something cute in you...….”

Powell looks like a mercenary looking at her young pupil.

He split the air and took out a special potion from the glass bottle and threw it toward the blanks.

Then he gulped it down and added words to the Vulcan, who recovered himself.

"Of course, just because you hear it doesn't mean you'll change that style soon, right? From now on, how to give bones and gain weight, how to fight with your life, how to fight recklessly, how to fight like a madman......I'll let you know all the ways I know. It's been a long time since I liked him. It's good to be good at dealing with sparks."

"That sounds like a very harsh word...... How on earth are you going to teach?"

The somewhat energized Vulcan asked Powell back with an uneasy look.

Toward him, Powell replied with a bright smile.

"If you push me to the death, I can learn what I said above at once!"

*

Powell's threat of life under the guise of a confrontation worked quite well.

From the beginning, it was the type of Vulcan that became stronger than theory.

The battle with Powell, who let him cross life and death at every moment, became a pretty good catalyst, and the Vulcan gradually became proficient in handling fire and lightning.

To be exact, he's used to pop his whole thing in a flash and pour it out.

in a blaze of anger

Patsutschts.

Vulcan mana gathered without thinking about the back.

There the enormous flames of birth and the cerebral palsy surrounded the sword of the Vulcan.

Instead of the divine power that could not be used because it was Magye, the two properties of energy were injected into the sword.

Of course, it was quite difficult to raise the power of flame on behalf of divine power.

Unlike their harmonious nature, fire and lightning were self-indulgent creatures who would never give way.

'But... ...you don't have to hold back these wild horses!’

Vulcan, holding back two energies, abandoned the idea of creating a neat form of sword.

The flame and the energy of the epilepsy, which, though barely wrapped around the lightning sword of the brain cavity, spread out freely and out in all directions.

It was an unstable situation that seemed to disappear even after a short period of time, but the Vulcan did not care at all.

If you can't keep it for a long time, you can just pour it on the enemy before then!

Vulcan used his new technique, a salve sword, toward Powell, who looked relaxed from afar.

콰아아아아.

A powerful sword that is sprayed forward, as if with the dragon's Bres.

Looking at it, Powell opened his mouth wide and poured out his proprietary Fire Bres.

Bres poured out by the real dragon, and the Vulcan's stingray sword with matching energy!

The two clashed and devastated the surrounding landscape.

Qua Qua Qua Qua Qua Qua Kung!

If it were summer, a tremendous shock swept the horse industry, as it would not have ended at the level of the continent flying.

In addition to a little exaggeration, the planet's crushing damage scratched through the earth.

After the tremendous technology crash, Powell, who was looking at the Vulcan standing, leaning on the sword, thought with a smile around his mouth.

'... ...that's amazing.’

A hundred years after Powell began the magic map of the Vulcan.

Vulcan was able to stand safe after he got his first Brescence.