Gorgeous Smart Training Textbooks, which have become the only asset for No-Touch.

It covered everything from store opening to operation, how to buy from the workshop, and how to get in touch with the neighborhood.

For those who run adventurers' shops, the contents can also be described as tiger rolls.

And now I know that NoTouch became a shop opening professional.

I wondered how extraordinary it was for me to graffiti on a textbook.

"I've been thinking.The way I think about it is much better than this textbook....!

When I was born, I burned all of this textbook, and it was breathtaking that I would write it for you...!

Somehow, I forgot my ambition.... "

It was a shocking fact, but it was trivial.

Because the fact that he didn't want to admit it any more covered his head like a dark cloud.

"Ma... I can't believe I...!

I can't believe I was unconsciously practicing the know-how of this textbook...! "

... Zughhhhhhh!!

No-touch that takes a lot of shock, as if struck by lightning.

In the garbage dump, he trembled with a trap like he was told he was a trash boy.

"The book I always thought was garbage... as my merchant...

I can't believe it was the cornerstone of being a brave man...! "

... Zugaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!

As soon as I think about it, the page gets heavy.

Like an iron door.


Your body was rejecting your consciousness.

Don't look beyond this book anymore.

It's like a forbidden book that goes through your eyes and goes mad at the end.

Everything in him was ringing an alarm.

In the current temperature, even though it is so cold in an old newspaper, my whole body is sweaty.

But his hand did not stop.

The no-touch turns the page so as to pry open the iron door, which is blocked several times.

Crunchy, thirsty lips, crushing like prayers.

"Here... this textbook must have been written by a rather famous brave man.

Because this book is my flesh and blood, and it makes all of me.

At least semi-god, no, god brave...!

That's right, I had to...! "

... bah...!

And I arrived at the back.

The author's column contained a name that should never have been used.

That's right...!

Gordorf Slam Dog...!

... Dozgwashaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!

"Uhh... uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

No-touch twitched his spine and twitched as if he had been struck by God's thunder.

When he fell behind the bush like a tree spreading white smoke, the fallen leaves of the ground lit and burned.

"Uhh... uhh! Uhh! Uhhhhhhhhhh!!

I hah... I am I hah...!

I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I!!

Ah... ahh... ahn...!

That's it, that's it!!

Hennah... hennah... hennah...!


To me...! To me, to me, to me...!

Osanniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!! "

It was as shocking as knowing that you had the blood of a race you despised above all else.

The despair of a man who thought he was the worst as a human being, who was told he was his son.

The no-touch claws against the brick wall and scratches the brick enough to leave a blood trail.

Blood, sweat and tears burst into the walls with guns and heads like madness.


Osan...! Osan Osan...!

Ossaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!! "

And he blew forth blood like watercraft from his fingertips and his forehead, and barked toward heaven.

Close to his garbage dump, brave men pass by.

You know what? That's Master No-touch's mansion.

"Of course I know, what a splendid mansion!"

"But isn't there a lot of people in and out?"

"Could he have been promoted?

Maybe they'll move to a better mansion!? "

"Wow! That's No-touch!"

"Hey, look, there's a homeless man fishing in the mansion dump."

"Damn, you don't know that homeless man, the greatness of Lord No-touch."

"Ah, it's our admirer's dream.

How dare you open a new store and never fail! "

"I really admire it. How on earth could it be like that?"

"I wonder, what kind of study did you do when you were as young as us?"

"There must have been a teacher like the god of business."

I wish we had a teacher like that.

"Ugh... haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!

I... can't revoke it!!!!

My teacher... the teacher is aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

A no-touch that flies like a rabid dog to the brave tuners.

But the opponent is a bloody young man on top of the group.

With one kick, he said, "Gyah!" As she turned around, she was surrounded by a stomping storm.

"You homeless bastard!"

"It's been ten years since garbage like you approached Master No-touch's mansion!"

"If you get rid of this, you'll be praised by Master No-touch, right?"

"Hit it! Hit it!!"


A no-touch view that gradually turns red out.

Beyond that red filter, there is no more this world.

There are only blurry running lights.

But he was by no means at peace in this day and age.

Because no matter how many pages I flipped in my head, it was Osan's face.