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

"hey... what is this... what happened...?

In the tent (tent) standing on a hilltop lay the wounded gasping for pain, whichever way they peered.

Adventurers lying powerless in a simple bed, covered with bandages all over their bodies, coughing terribly.

Unless it's a field hospital, we're in the middle of a plague epidemic.

Every one of us loses our word before an unexpected tragedy.

Erica flutters blindly, Melissa limps holding her mouth by her hand, and Mark also looks around with a blue-faced face.

Such a young man walked over to us with an ancient wound of a warcraft claw mark on his face.

"Long time no see, Mr. Luke. I'm sorry I didn't seem to be able to welcome you."

"Roy......! Anyway, explain the situation. The Demon King's Army? Or a demon?

Fortunately, it seemed intact. Quickly question Roy.

The first thing to assume in this situation is a demonic or demonic raid.

Especially since this time we tracked down the demon king's army that withdrew from Demon King's Castle and reached this hierarchy in the form of tracking the escape route, there is no denying that the damage could have been caused by ambushes or battles during the pursuit.

But Roy immediately shook his head to the side and completely denied my concern.

"Neither. Because the Demon King's army doesn't seem to have passed through that tower in the first place."

Quicker than asking what that means, Roy shifts his gaze outside the tent peek window.

Several elongated silhouettes penetrate the underground space vertically against the background of a ceiling (sora) that is about as dim as a full moon night.

"... you mean there wasn't one 'tower' connecting this place to the 'Demon King's Castle Realm'"

"Yes, the Demon King's army must have fled in large numbers with large supplies, but there was no such trace around the tower we came down to."

"The grass around the tower wasn't so trampled and razed, either. If they came down here via another tower... and they weren't demons, how the hell did this happen?"

It's not an atmosphere where you can have a pleasant chat.

It's a situation that needs to get down to business right away.

Roy, too, was aware of that and gave priority to the minimal amount of information needed.

"I'm upset. Black fog that invades your lungs and burns your skin… for convenience, we call it 'Qi Qi', but we don't know who you really are"

"Tell me the specific symptoms. Maybe we can figure it out in [repair]"

"Okay. I'll tell you everything we know at the moment."

- Roy says that when his bare skin touches the black mist they tentatively refer to as temper, his epidermis degenerates like charcoal with severe pain.

An adventurer's standout who remembers alchemy is that it's as if the alchemist carbided the sugar with the thick sulphuric acid he uses, but with completely different properties besides appearance.

Strangely, there are individual differences in symptoms even when exposed to the same concentration of indifference, and even when one person was burned on the skin, another person was sometimes fine after inhaling it.

"Perhaps there is a difference in damage due to the magic resistance and natural healing power of each individual. Maybe it's because I've been given both enhancement skills, but even if I stuck it in a concentration that I couldn't see before for rescue, it was completely intact on this street."

That's a good enough story.

Nothing changes as much as heaven and earth depending on the availability of skills is all about physical ability that looks and understands.

Skills to counteract the negative impacts from special environments within the dungeon are also a great strength for adventurers.

But I was receiving information that I could withstand by magic resistance in a rather negative way.

"That's not very good information. The fact that magic resistance works effectively means more than just a harmful substance. It's more than likely the ability or curse of a warcraft... Damn, if I knew this was going to happen..."

I should have brought the noir - words like that came out to my throat, but I swallowed it at the rind.

It was all my responsibility to keep him in a situation where he would be chased to work, and to make work on the ground a priority.

You shouldn't throw up words of regret like this other HR.

Besides, I wish it was Noir here. It's just too rude of Erica to bother and prepare me at my convenience.

So I quickly switched my mind to break the situation with my current hand tag.

"Roy. This tragedy happened after you sent the report, didn't it?

"At the time, we had only discovered a thin concentration of mood. It was troublesome and troublesome to the extent that the pain and cough persisted for a while when I inhaled it, but it healed after a while."

"What about treatment by magic?

"I keep going, but the results aren't as good as I think they are"

"... ok. I'll try [analysis] and [repair] too."

Run over to the adventurer who was lying in a nearby bed and have him unbandage his arm with permission.

Traces like a black mole (bruise) or a dark purple sore lid (scab) severely invade the wrist and elbow of your right arm.

"The man, over the long sleeves of the leather, said he was' grabbed 'in disgust"

"Grabbed? Didn't it have any effect on the leather in the clothes?

"He said that's what he looked like. None of the patients had their clothes eroded, so I agree with the hypothesis that he's a curse or a demon."

"But if you incinerate it, you can disable it... are you mediating fine particles like pollen...? Damn, I can't help thinking about it. Anyway, I'm gonna try [restoration]."

When it becomes difficult, relying on the "right eye" is considered to be unnecessary, while touching the skin close to the eroded area to activate [analysis] and [repair].

It drains magic, reads the information on the epidermis, heals the parts that can be healed, and the irreversible parts decompose.

"- No, wait. No. This black discolored part, not a mole or a sore lid... another creature!

"What the hell!?

Roy raised a voice of surprise that echoed across the tent.

"You didn't have to be far from hitting me to metaphorically say it was like pollen... I'm sure it's the type of demon that breeds like this. Exploring high concentrations, the bodies of sacrificed animals may be rolling around."

But when the other person becomes an organism, maybe [repair] won't help.

Every organism has a magical resistance.

That is also why some adventurers did not accept the erosion of their temper.

And [disassembly], a derivation of [repair], is also a juxtaposition of magic resistance and skill output.

"If you are a luminescent moss or a pseudomimic, you have successfully [disassembled] it. If this guy isn't an animal either... it should be worth a try and see"

Switch the activation skill to [Disassembly] and instill magic all over the epidermis.

In a black discolored affected area, the magic resistance of the mysterious demon and the magic of [disassembly] collide, conveying a sense of sharpening each other.

The moment he ate his teeth and continued to experience tremendous fatigue, pouring his magic into the last push and all, he bounced and flew like a black-purple sore-lidded object could smash.

"Yay!

The adventurers who watched from behind - as did Roy and Sakura - reveal their joy.

I [repaired] the affected area where the red flesh had peeled off, wiped the sweat seeping into my forehead and exhaled deeply.

"You did it, Mr. Luke! Now the treatment..."

"... No, I'm sorry, but I can't"

I get unexpected remarks and Roy gets completely consolidated.

"I knew the magic consumption was too intense. With this number of people, it's not going to be enough to run out of demon stones I've brought."

"Well then, what should I do..."

"Where it's as deadly as lung damage, I'll take precedence. I have more than that in my hands… I'm sure natural healing power and magic resistance prevented erosion."

Preventing erosion from occurring and pushing back the erosion that has been received may make the required action completely different.

But it should be worth a try.

Even if it didn't make sense directly, it makes sense for all kinds of damage to increase natural healing power.

I immediately gathered my thoughts and turned to Erica, who stood behind the hedge.

"Erica, I need you to make something extraordinarily effective. Maybe we can do something on our own."

"What...?

Stay sharp, Erica, and let everyone gaze at you.

But the next decision was quick.

As if I had always decided from the beginning that this was what I meant to be here.

"... ok! I'll do everything I can!