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

- The stationary world begins to move again.

But the sight that spreads in front of me was nothing more than an urban mess, resembling the coffee shop just now.

"... Oh, that...?

Sure, the alphazle said, 'There will be a whole other scene to recreate,' but I never thought it would be such an extreme change.

"You're everything, dude..."

I remember confusion and confusion at the same time and laugh unexpectedly.

I guess this world is like a dream, not a metaphor.

Then even an unrealistic change of scene is not unnatural.

"(... or where am I? Who may have made the reproduction, but you don't even have a description of the scene or something unkind)"

The people on the road don't care about my presence, they recieve it as part of a daily landscape with no philosophy whatsoever, and keep walking east to the west constantly.

I'll just calm down and look around.

Streets and high-rise architecture on a scale that crosses the Wang capital.

Horseless carriages travel very commonly on cobblestone roads, and as no one gives special consideration to their existence.

But it was the passers-by's face that caught more attention than that.

It was something we knew from the beginning, but in this city different kinds of demons live as they deserve.

It is not a demonic city like the neutral city (Athlopolis).

The ratio is half of humans and demons, and the defects (chimps) that were (...) at the entrance of the back alley are also very diverse with cat-headed beasts in Lizardman to humans.

"Hey, there's the little one"

"Oh, my God, look at that."

"It's not a spectacle, Cora!

You cared that I was sending a curious gaze that way, those threesomes coming close with their shoulders angry.

It's too late when you think it's gone.

If you don't have all sorts of skills and you become such a poor body, you can even wind your tail and run away -

"What's our new recruit?

- With a cold low voice, someone's arm is stretched from behind over my shoulder.

The dark elf-specific textured hand was held in place of a crossbow handshake (grip) with cylindrical parts and thin cylinders.

I could not understand what this was without using my skills or my 'right eye', but it has been conveyed that it is some kind of weapon to see the three defects fall behind in outright fright.

"Whoa! Ga, Gandalf......!

"Ma, wait! I didn't know you were new to Wild Hunt!

"I'm not at all willing to sell a fight or anything like that! Give me a break!

Gandalf squeezes the trigger (trigger) of his gain with the backs of the bad guys running into the back alley with their faces bright blue.

But the internal mechanism of the weapon just made a cackling noise, and it didn't release anything that looked like an attack.

"Thought I'd shoot you all over town, you idiots"

When Gandalf threw up in contempt, he put his score in the lower back holder and returned his heel.

"It's work, follow me"

"Yes......!

Only the minimum required content was spoken, but still I understood the newly reproduced state of the world (situation) and acted on what I thought was in line with my role.

In short, the person from the perspective to which I am applied joined the Bounty Hunter group 'Wild Hunt' led by Alphazle after that.

But I didn't know that Gandalf would be able to help me.

The thought comes to mind that I had a difficult experience getting inside, although it is not an action from personal intimacy, but only a response to the extent that I came to pick up constituents for work.

"I'll make sure, just in case. This time the target is a big demon living in an abandoned building."

"Big demon...... what kind of guy is he?

"It's close to a lion, but a wildcat from all over would be a mutated substitute for being exposed to high concentrations of magic."

Gandalf noticed that I wasn't coming pin by pin, turned a cold gaze on the side, then added a further explanation.

"Demons are a generic term for organisms that operate magic as part of their physical function. Some are born with such functions as seeds, while others have been exposed to high concentrations of magic over a long period of time, which has altered their flesh."

"... are there demons like that..."

"It is a substitute that rarely occurs in a natural environment. So much magic staying in one place is rare in itself, and just because a single demon occurs, the concentration drops dramatically."

I looked up at the side of it, chasing it to Gandalf, who kept walking pale with his long legs.

Gandalf had his eyes narrowed to stare at the front - the streets of ancient magical civilization.

"But the development of the city changed things. Magic pipes through the ground have built an unlikely natural high-density magic path, and there have been frequent instances of trace amounts of magic spilling out of it accumulating in one place."

…………

"Magic pipes have deteriorated dramatically in just a few decades from burial, new urban development is a priority and repairs are sent forward. It's only a few decades away that we can't even assume... no, it's the fatal drawback of a short-lived species"

If you took Gandalf's remarks as they were, I guess this is an inexcusable criticism of humans.

But depending on what you hear, it also seems like an indication that you are taking the way of human society sincerely.

If you don't care about this society, you shouldn't even be able to make accurate criticisms.

"We're here. The others must have arrived by now."

The stop is a section off the center of the city.

It was in front of a tall building long ago abandoned, facing a lonely boulevard with few people's streets.