Mushoku no Eiyuu ~Betsu ni Skill Nanka Iranakattan daga~

What was brought by the skinhead was a place that led to the lower level.

In the center of the circular space was a small building with a door.

"Here, no, here. There is a staircase in that building, leading to the lower level."

A skinhead with a completely changed attitude will tell you.

"I see. I was saved."

I thanked Skinhead and approached the building.

However, at that time, he felt intense killing and jumped off the spot.

Immediately after, a giant falls from overhead.

A giant battle ax was in his hand, and a guillotine-like blade was swung down to where I was.

"Oh ... killing ... killing ..."

The giant is mumbling and murmuring in an unusual appearance, with the whole body covered with a bandage.

"Hmm, what does this mean?"

I look back and ask the skinhead.

Then, where is the attitude up to that point, while lifting the mouth end,

"Kuku, that's the gatekeeper to the middle class. A murderer who once slaughtered hundreds in one night, except for those who are allowed to pass here, go to the middle class and kill him without asking any questions. Well, I'll pray for a good fight. "

After all, I ran away.

"Hmm. Let me do that."

"Kids!"

A bandage man swings his battle ax and attacks again.

There is no need to avoid.

I received the ax with one hand.

"That?"

It turns out that the bandaged man gasped behind the bandage.

Desperately trying to shake the axe, but I'm not a big one.

I squeezed the blade with just the grip, and smashed the ax with all my might.

"~~~~!"

You might have never thought that you could lose to an opponent who was clearly smaller than yourself, or you could be surprised even if you bandaged your face.

"Now it's your turn."

"~~~~~~~~ !?"

It seemed surprisingly insidious, and the bandage ran away in a hurry.

"Hey, I forgot this."

Throw the ax you have robbed on its back and return it.

"Guguet !?"

The handle hit the back of the head, and the bandage fell down.

I don't get up as if I was fainted.

Abandoning the bandage man, I approached the door.

After all it seems that here is also locked.

Attempt to unlock using a wire.

Well, it's an important door, and the key is solid.

It took me a little time, but I was able to open it safely in about 5 minutes.

Go down the stairs at the end of the door.

"Is this a middle class?"

The atmosphere in the middle layer was similar to the upper layer.

The prison was much more solid, with the only felony being held by the upper ranks.

And then, things that were once used for disciplinary purposes, such as torture devices, were installed here and there.

When I looked closer and looked closely, I found that it had blood that seemed to be relatively recent, so it may still be used.

"Hey, you're not familiar with this face.

"Hey, here, I need to have plenty of love."

Five or six people approached there.

Perhaps the middle class residents, as usual, aren't stiff.

Suddenly, I was around me and I wasn't going to get into a friendly relationship.

"Hibugu !?"

"Gupa !?"

So give it in by force.

"Wow, it was bad ... c'mon!"

"I didn't think I was so strong ...!"

He immediately bowed when he knew he couldn't.

The bad guys' organizations are so strictly hierarchical that they may unconditionally obey the mighty.

"I don't want to do anything else. Tell me more. How can I get to the lower level?"

"Well, lower layer ...?"

"You want to go down?"

"Oh, yes."

"Well, I'll guide you!"

Thankfully, she seems to take me to that place.

"This room"

"Hmm, can you go down from here?"

Step into the room.

Originally, it had a certain size, but it seemed too small because a lot of boxes were piled up.

"Oh, yes-I don't think I'll teach you quietly!"

Perhaps one of his friends, those with weapons appear one after another from behind the box.

Well, I knew it was a sign.

After all, it doesn't seem to be so easy to give in to others.

"I'm sorry to have sold our quarrels to the Red Scarves, our bandit bandits!"

It jumps all at once.

"... Hmm, there seem to be more people who are somewhat used to fighting compared to the upper class."

Instead of moving individually, they attack in close cooperation.

One person still throws multiple knives to grab my attention, while another looks at the gap from the blind spot.

But that is not enough to beat me.

Without seeing, grabbing the knife with one hand and flipping his body, he kicks a man who is slashing from behind.

"Hey, do you have your eyes behind you?"

"I'm upset! I'm getting more help! Continue to attack without a break!"

Apparently more support is coming.