My Room Has Become a Dungeon’s Rest Area

No!

"Status Open!

I try to bark at you thinking in my heart.

By the way, I haven't heard a word about the need to bark.

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[First Name] Suzuki Toru (Suzukito Oru)

[Race] Human

[Age] 21

[Occupation] Unemployed

[Level] 1/∞

[Health] 19/19

[Magic] 27/27

[Attack] 114

[Defense] 45.

[Muscle strength] 10

[Intelligence] 18

[Agility] 12

[Skills] No Growth Limits

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Oh, whoa, whoa!

"So... it's really status..."

Look at it pah, it doesn't look so strong, but it really floated in my mind as an image!

No. Anyone may be weak at first.

What matters is potential growth over current status.

Wouldn't that be a big win in that sense?

While I was writing down my skills, I thought a little more about each of them.

First, [name], [age], but there's nothing to keep in mind.

It just says my name and age correctly.

What about the unemployed in [occupation]? In fact, he made a living part-time.

It may be a [profession] in the sense of its impact on status or the direction in which skills are acquired.

And it would be [level] worth noting.

I know exactly what 1 is, but its denominator is infinite.

Is it linked to the skill of no growth limit?

It's something that can bring a little dreaming.

[Health] This is a very scary number.

Probably HP.

Now they're both 19/19, but if the molecule turns 0, then maybe it's death.

It's easy to understand. It's so sweet.

[Magic] I think it's called MP. I can expect this, too.

The fact that this figure exists rather than being capable of expecting….

"Wouldn't it be possible for me to use magic in some way?

Like Leah and I couldn't check the status in the apartment room, maybe not in Japan.

"There's a chance that I can use magic in the world on the dungeon side... there is!

I'm starting to get excited!

Next, let's discuss [Attack].

[Attack] is overwhelmingly higher than other figures at the moment.

I have one hypothesis about this.

"Give it a try"

I checked with the headlights to see if there were any monsters around, then inserted the pickel in my hand again into my waist belt.

Then [Attack] came to ten.

Again, take the pickel.

[Attack] 114.

Insert into the belt.

[Attack] 10.

Take it.

[Attack] 114.

Ohh! You're right!

Ten if you let go of the pickel, 114 if you hold it in your hand.

In other words, that's all Pickel adds when equipped at 104.

Ten of a vegan's attack power is almost certainly a number of [muscle strength].

I'll also try to remove the helmet with the headlights just a little bit.

When removed, the [defense] number went from 45 to 24, and when it was reworn, it went back to 45.

"I see. Interesting. How does this work? I'd also like to try knives and metal bats. I don't have a metal bat."

[Muscle Strength] [Intelligence] [Agility] [Skills] I wonder if the discussion is over in relation to the status so far around here.

I'm a little concerned about [muscle strength] 10.

What happens if you muscle tread or something? Will the level go up and down unchanged?

Actually, I have a grip gauge I bought in Amazon to muscle tread, but it always shows roughly, 40 kilos with my dominant arm and 37 kilos with my left hand.

It's about a kilo plus or minus, but it's also interesting to see how the grip changes when [muscle strength] figures change.

I am more or less satisfied with the status display after the note is finished.

"I guess this is about all I can do now. Do you want to get Leah's shield for now?"

There's still something I don't know, and there's something I'd like to try, but that's about all I could do now.

And I promise Leah I'll get a shield.

I was curious about the status, but I still want a liking from her.

"Be careful, be careful..."

Words say that, but it's already the third time we've stepped into a dungeon.

I don't know how big the room is, but I think it's about 20m to the shield.

If I walked straight and alert, it wouldn't take me three minutes to get back and forth.

The tension is faded and filled with exhilaration and curiosity.

And I'm not actually losing my nervousness.

There was, there was. Shield.

"Yes, for example... I'm also assuming that there's a watery plumper object hidden under the shield that I'm going to pick up right now, etc."

The shield is large and slightly distorted. It's not strange that there's room for slime underneath.

Lift the shield while illuminating with headlights.

Prung!

A water-colored but plumper-looking object came out from under the shield like a Leah opium I saw earlier.

"ChestOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

While I was screaming, it was the fastest move of my life, swinging Pickel down into a small, water-colored object.

At the same time as the cold sweat grew, the water-colored opium, Tortoise slime, scattered the pieces of meat plumpingly.

That's when my body gets hot.

Full of strength, you mean!

I quickly take charge of the shield and escape to the apartment room with caution and full speed.

And I didn't take any notes, but I also checked my status while running.

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[First Name] Suzuki Toru (Suzukito Oru)

[Race] Human

[Age] 21

[Occupation] Unemployed

[Level] 2/∞

[Health] 20/20

[Magic] 30/30

[Attack] 115.

[Defense] 45.

[Muscle Strength] 11

[Intelligence] 20

[Agility] 13

[Skills] No Growth Limits

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"Ha ha. I knew you got a level... I thought you were gonna die, but you knocked the slime out!

I slammed the front door behind my back and shut it, locking it and I shrugged.