My 【Repair】Skill Became an Almighty Cheat Skill, So I Thought I’d Open Up a Weapon Shop

"Ha, ha... damn..."

The effect of paralysis unravels, poking his knee at the stone floor.

All the food and adventure gear have been taken by the brave.

The only string of favors is [restoration] a worn sword full of skills and blade spills.

Too desperate.

The fact that the Warcraft did not kill me by the time the paralysis was solved is nothing but a miracle in itself.

"And anyway, do you ever die here......!

I absolutely hate dying, and I don't like spending the rest of my life in a dungeon frightened by a warcraft.

"(I need to [repair] my sword first... I was so fortunate that they didn't take the iron powder bag...)"

Take the sachet you were raising from your belt and give it to a blade full of blade spills. The contents of the bag are a pack of iron powder and iron pieces.

"Skill activated, [repair] start!

Magic flows into the iron powder bag and sword, and the blade spill is blocked slightly in exchange for a reduction in the contents of the bag.

By "skill" in adventurer terms, I don't mean so-called technology or skill.

It is a type of special ability that consumes and activates magic.

For example, if it's my [restoration], as long as I have enough material and time, even a sword full of blade spills will work.

"Now the sword is good... we have to make sure that the strong warcraft doesn't find us later..."

Thus began my desperate dungeon escape play.

The internal structure of the dungeon is a thousand different.

It is even said that a hundred dungeons would produce a hundred classifications.

And this' Millennial Corridor of Naruto ', which the Brave Party was challenging, is built with vast underground labyrinths stacked on many layers.

It's a dungeon commonly called the labyrinth type.

Honestly, it's dark, narrow, and I can't breathe.

I am the worst type of dungeon.

However, it is not dark to say it is dark.

The moss that emits light is native all over it, so there is a degree of brightness to which the lamp was lit indoors at night.

"I'm hungry... if it's a tree sea type dungeon, there's food all over it..."

I kept walking towards the ground with my fluttering feet.

About half a month after the braves dumped me.

In the meantime, I didn't have any food in my mouth.

Because with the equipment, there was no preserved food left, and it was confiscated.

Nor can the warcraft that emerges be made into food because it is centered on inorganic and ghost systems such as skeletons and mad-golems.

Or if you're a skeleton, you'll still be definitely killed if you run into a golem or ghost.

I'm sure it's impossible to even escape.

Of course, biological systems have warcraft that resemble rats and bats.

Those are the ones who ate the food for the brave party.

But the warcraft of that hand carries the toxin in his body, so he cannot eat it as it is.

If you want to eat it, you need to purify it with white magic skills, etc.

Yes, like Bran was mastering.

This is one of the reasons why The Millennial Corridor of Naruto is given an A-rank rating.

Just because you can't replenish your food on the way, your tactical difficulty will explode.

"... surely what is this dungeon because half of the causes of death ate violently luminescent moss that could not stand hunger? Ha... That's not funny..."

I looked down at the white bone corpse rolling in front of me and let it pull my cheek.

Only the wall near the body has less luminescent moss.

Perhaps this guy poisoned himself by eating all the hungry, less luminescent moss.

The corpse must have decomposed in a magical action to nourish the luminescent moss.

"Humans can withstand fasting for more or less a month... the turning point has passed... no, that's a hopeful observation, too..."

A month is the upper limit if you don't move your body much.

My time limit is short, just as much as I'm walking around to escape.

Nevertheless, I don't walk all day long either.

He lurks his breath not to be found by demons, or pinches many long rests.

Otherwise, he would have used up his powers and gone down many days ago.

What was more fortunate was that the groundwater was everywhere in the labyrinth.

I just don't appreciate the hydration problem, but there's magic blending in here in the groundwater.

From what I've heard, some of the hidden and wise men who live on the border have lived for decades only with water that blends in abundantly with magic.

I don't even know the principle, and I don't know if it makes sense to just drink it, but I might 'last' a little if I were drinking this water.

Instead, it's possible that the fact that I'm able to move like this is a boon in itself.

"Even so... I only had three days to get down... naturally I should be so lost..."

Unlike me, the brave man had many skills, one of which was [mapping] skills.

[Mapping] is a labyrinth killing skill that reflects the surrounding terrain on paper.

The labyrinth of strengths with its difficulty as a maze is easily rendered powerless.

He must have been ordered to attack the 'Millennium Corridor of Naruto' because he is such a skilled brave man.

"... let's hurry ahead. Maybe you can find it for some other adventurer party..."

I've been crushing myself for a long time now because I was going to get weird if I didn't.

As soon as I tried to move forward with the white bone corpse,

- - Katang.

"Damn......!

Wave your sword with all your might without looking back.

The white bone corpse was just about to get up as a skeleton right now.

The skeletonization is halted by crushing the skull in a preemptive attack, returning to the unspeakable white bone again.

It is if the skeletons appear in a group that becomes a threat.

On my own, I was able to deal with it in a stable manner.

But because of too much momentum, the sword hit the wall of the labyrinth, sounding high and the tip broken.

"... Damn. Were you [repairing] too brittle without the ingredients... it's like starving Kraken eating his own feet..."

The iron powder bag is already empty because it has fixed the blade spill that occurs every day.

Even if there is no iron powder or iron pieces, [repair] can be done, but in that case, other parts will be used for the material.

The more you do it, the more brittle or thin you become, and eventually you become useless just like this.

"How could I see this... Damn, damn, whoa!

Knock your full [repair] skills into a broken sword while exploding frustration.

At the next moment, my torso turned into a fine mass of iron and scattered.

"... Huh?

You didn't fail!?

Make another [repair] in a hurry.

Then the fine iron mass returned to the shape of the sword as if nothing had happened.

"Surprised... what was it, now"

When the surprise subsided, there was room for a sober analysis of the phenomenon just now.

"Speaking of which, I've heard somewhere before... [REPAIR] Skills are instantaneously breaking down repair areas and materials, mixing them together, and then returning them to their original form..."

Maybe.

Some thoughts come to mind and gaze at the wall of the maze.

I slammed my hands against the wall of the maze and, just like earlier, tapped into the magic of my [restoration] skills.

- Go, go, go, go!

Maze walls roar and collapse.

And there was a hole in the hole where humans could afford to go through.

"... haha"

I can't help but laugh.

"It's broken! There's a wall of the labyrinth that even the brave couldn't break!