Strange Grief Wants to Retire ~ The Weakest Hunter’s Hero Dream

Apparently, he was able to stop safely.

Put down the arm that held his head, try to stand up, and realize he's already standing.

No damage. It was a terrible shock, but no pain. Apparently, he survived.

At the unwavering feet of a long time ago, I almost throw up gelo but I manage to put up with it.

Shake your head about to blackout and stay sane. Even Blank's long time knows that the loss of consciousness in the treasure hall leads directly to death.

Pampered with dust on my shoulders, I breathed heavily for a moment.

My heart is still screaming. If you don't calm down now, it's going to explode.

My face was still tense. However, it would be good to have seen even the running lights and done so to that extent.

After all, "The Dark Wings of Night Heaven" is a tremendous defect. The guy who first thought about it must have been as crazy as my childhood tamers.

The deceleration function will be the first thing to think about.

The phantom that cushioned me was piercing my head against the wall.

I didn't see it well, but apparently there were two of them. Falling phantoms like stacks don't even move flaccid.

You ate a human missile from behind, so there is a level 3 treasure hall phantom and so on. Its thick black armor is heavily dented and cracked.

At the wall the phantom would have had a huge bow and sword rolling.

Everything is different in size, shape and color from the phantom (Phantom) I was hearing about, but what the hell is it?

The phantom that goes out to this treasure palace should have been a wolf, but the phantom that falls and falls is wrapped in thick armor that would not even equip the advanced knight, apart from anticipation in a bad direction.

I used to be a little more when I was abducted by a Level 3 treasure palace... no, it must have been a fairly weak phantom... but I never came to the treasure palace recently, and is this what it is?

Maybe it's a shame. Something's going to throw up.

And I finally looked around. The blurred and seeping vision becomes clearer.

When I was flying, there was no room to see where I was going through, but it was a spacious space, not a passage.

Flat floors and walls on high ceilings that I don't think were underground, and I don't think wolves dug them. The windows are bright and not jittery, and without phantoms (phantoms) it's going to be the best room ever.

Find a familiar figure on the wall.

Sneezed dark hair, white cheeks. There doesn't seem to be any scratches, but the girl looks pretty rough compared to when we met at the cranhouse.

Or it was Tino. It was Tino, whom I accidentally entrusted with a strange request.

Next door are Gilberto Boys and Greg, but they're all breathing and staring at me.

"Ma... Shh!?

"Tino, look."

Lucky.

... No, no, you're not looking at it.

I've spoken very lightly of the confusion, but we should apologize properly here.

Even though she was still safe, Tino's expression was blue and her fatigue seeped incredibly from her usual appearance.

It is clear that this Level 3 treasure house placed a great burden on Tino.

Finally, the time has come to show my underground skills to juniors.

I just have to laugh now.

Gilberto screams at me in desperate shape.

"Oh, hey, old man. Back, back!

"Huh?"

I'm not an old man. It's a smell.

The first thing that came to mind was the word, which would indicate that I am completely blank and at peace.

I can't even put my guard down in the treasure hall on the wind of a hunter.

It was a phantom of the same type as the one I had cushioned earlier that came into my sight with a relaxing, retrospective head.

A giant phantom equipped with black iron armor. That's two of them.

I didn't realize it when I barged in earlier, but its head belongs to a wolf, not a human. That, too, is covered by the human skull in its right half.

Even in the darkness, red eyes as bright as blood looked down at me, the unreadable intruder of the air.

Shake your shoulders and breathe rough. Saliva dripping from its ripped mouth.

If I was the usual me, I would have lost my hips and thrown up in a ghetto just with those eyes. But it was a different feeling that I had when I was at peace and my senses were paralyzed.

Heh, level three has come out this big lately. It's moving on.

If this is at level 3, then level 8 or something will come up. Glad you stopped going to the treasure hall.

Old me, seriously, name extraction. Is it God?

A werewolf knight with an iron stick large enough to reach near the ceiling retreats one step after seeing me sneeze. The wolf with the heavy firearm that was behind it also lowered with a small roar.

Its nose moves big. His sharp eyes narrow and he observes me carefully.

So I finally grasped the status quo and dropped my grin.

That. This, maybe even die? Pinch?

He's not attacking me, but there's no way I can beat the guy Tino, a promising hunter, is going to be worn out.

Behind me desperately thinking of a way to open it, Master Greg screams in a warring voice.

"Stupid...... so...... my boss is... scared, so!?

... Huh?

"Are you scared?

Such an idiot. If they are wolves, I am sheep.

The enhancement of Mana Materials is also missing a lot, sheep with just high certification levels.

In front of me looking up, but the Wolf Knight retreats one more step later.

Its nose moves up and down frequently, and its consciousness is off the Tinos and completely directed at me alone.

I did see a strong vigilance in its eyes.

What the hell am I afraid of? [M] Master Greg is still scarier.

Follow your gaze. Notice where that eye is pointed.

It wasn't my face that had a crimson eye, it was my chest - a capsule of metal that was on my neck, that should have citry-slime in it.

Step forward. A werewolf knight takes a step back. Those eyes were pointed at me, but they weren't looking at me.

Hmm? Is that it?

I wonder what they have in them when such a big 'phantom' scares me just to see a capsule?

I wonder what I've brought?

Packing another step away, the werewolf knight took two steps back in alignment. Did you recognize me completely as a poisoned sheep?

I'm getting lucky. Apparently this isn't my place of death yet.

Throw your voice behind you without taking your gaze off the werewolf knight.

I'm pretending to be calm, but my heart is still beating so painfully.

"Tino, can you run?

"Yes...... of course!

I got a good reply from you.

There are three paths in this room. The front road is blocked by werewolf knights.

No matter how frightened you are, there is no denying the possibility that among the werewolf knights you will come to the conclusion that 'poison is okay'. It's impossible to break through two giant bodies.

"That way."

Point to the nearest right road. Not a very large treasure house. Once we give Tino and the others a break, we should all come together and get out.

"Oh, you know, master. Wouldn't it be better to knock him down?

Yeah, yeah, you are. If you can take it down, you better take it down.

It's also a hand to throw one or eight citly slimes and bet your opponent dies, but it's too risky to entrust your fate to a slime that doesn't even know what kind of slime it is.

If it works with it in the capsule, you should use it as it is.

Sigh and tell your pretty junior to teach.

"Tino, don't mistake me for something important."

"!! That, ha-"

The most important thing. Needless to say.

It's - it's my life.

It would be foolish to see a battle for your life from me. [M]

You can do whatever you want because it's your own fault, but I definitely don't want to.

At that time, there was a sound from somewhere. Tino speaks up low.

"Ahh."

Shadows in sight. The black armor was approaching the present.

The Wolf Knight, who had fallen under a human missile, was resurrected, packing the distance in one step.

By the time I realized that, just across the blade, a giant blade about my height had been swung down from the top.

A roar and a beast odor filled with anger and intimidation fills the whole sensation. My body hardens as if I pulled it off.

I couldn't react. I couldn't even move one finger.

The blade descends from the top as if it were guillotine.

A blow struck me enough to make my body easy to crack.

- And they bounced without scratching one.

"... what?

Greg's voice. The eyes of the impending werewolf knight are wide open. I guess it was totally unexpected.

Step back a few steps, and only at that moment, look down at the sword in your hands, oblivious to resentment.

Subsequently, a giant arrow emitted with the sound of shelling hits my forehead and is played in the same way.

Apparently, the phantom I penetrated wasn't dead at all.

And angry. Naturally. All of a sudden I'd be pissed off if I got slammed against the wall from behind, too, you know?

A bow, a sword, and two other wolf knights stare at me.

I just had a bitter laugh. All I could do was float.

This... dies. It dies.

So I finally figured out how to move on to counter-attack.

Stick out your index fingers and point them at the werewolf knights as if they were guns.

The treasure tool that was equipped on the left pinky finger - activates one of the bullet fingers, the (...) ring (ring) of the Running Impact (Shock Shot).

A blue light lights at your fingertips, forming a magical bullet.

On the verge of releasing a bullet, I came up with a hard-boiled line and said it with a spinal reflex.

"I'm sorry to hear that. I have seventeen lives."

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Treasure hunters are a world of talent.

The human body is not inherently able to visit treasure halls full of Mana Materials or fight demons and phantoms.

Even in this age of treasure hunters, there is a reason why the number of hunters does not exceed a certain number.

It was unfortunate for me in that it was after I became a hunter that I realized it.

And the lucky thing is that I was the only one of the childhood tamers who didn't have the talent.

Our party, named "The Ghost of Mourning (Strange Grief)," had enough talent to attack the Treasure Palace with ease to pull me out.

And the wealth and accumulated honor that brought me back made me just a little 'better'.

So, no talent, no courage, no motivation, no dreams, no hope, no luck, but I'm still alive.

The Safe Ring is a treasure piece as famous as the Shot Ring.

The effect is to automatically stretch a certain intensity junction for a certain amount of time when attacked.

In short… it is a treasure that prevents attack only once.

Safe Ring for a bite, but the price and rarity vary depending on the strength and duration of the junction, but I didn't want to die at all. It doesn't matter how strong or how long I lasted, I bought and fished as much as I could buy it that was so expensive.

I have that number on hand right now. What a - seventeen. It is a price at which you can normally buy two or three buildings at the Clan headquarters.

This many amulet treasures that super-class hunters are supposed to keep for times of need, and the only men who are always equipped will be me, even though I am the Empire City.

Naturally, I can't fit it with only ten fingers, so it's in the bag, but the effect is still alive. I mean, I can't use 'dark wings of night heaven' without this.

Of course, it's not invincible.

The junction activation time of the junction finger can be long or one second. Normally, it's a moment.

Once activated, it would consume all the magic it charged, and it would have been activated in a clash with the wall on its way here, so if it had been properly attacked a few times later, it would have been peppered.

We have to run away at all costs by then.

Seventeen lives were completely overstated.

"Huh... to be humbled"

Ruda screams. A wolf knight with a great sword reacts quickly to a blue bullet released at an arrow-like speed.

Aimed at his head. Plus, dodge him to drop himself a little. A blue bullet passed overhead - a roar rocked the cave.

A werewolf knight is slammed to the ground by an intense impact. Shortly after passing, the bullet flipped and hit the back of the head.

The werewolf knights get upset. I screamed without looking away from you. [M]

"Tino, run!

"!? Yes"

Tino and the Gilberto boys rush out like they've been played.

The werewolf knights only looked at me and didn't go after it.

A bullet finger (shotring) is a generic name for a magical bullet-emitting treasure.

"Running Impact (Shock Shot) 's (...) Ring (Ring)" is a bullet finger that can release up to seven bullets with a strong impact at the same time as the landing.

but no matter, it just looks flashy and has little power. Wolf knights lying on the ground with their heads would also just be a little surprised.

There are many kinds of bullet fingers, but nothing is powerful enough to defeat the phantom, and they are good enough to be used only for traction.

A werewolf knight lying on the ground rises slowly with his hand. As expected, no noticeable scratches.

The wolves take a fan-shaped formation around me. Two avant-gardes, two rear guards, sounds like a good balance.

That gun sucks, huh? It's the least compatible with a serial attack or something?

He was scared in Citrine Slime because of it, but he was fought back and his anger won more. Is it about 10% frightening, 30% angry, 30% grudging, and 30% alert in your eyes (appropriate)?

The first thing to think about is making some time to miss Tino. I'm the only one who can fly again.

If you hold the weapon, you'll be able to restrain your opponent somewhat.

I grinned and pulled the sword's treasure from the sheath I was carrying - as such, my hand waved empty.

I've tried to grab it many times, but the only thing that touches my hand is a crossbow-shaped treasure tool - a human missile with the ability to ballistic manipulate, and not even let go with it, and an 'absolute bullet-hitting you' who manipulated the orbit of a magical bullet (the nominee is me, absolutely incapable of hitting a bullet).

"Seriously...... dropped it?

There is a sheath but no contents.

It reminds me of me on the road, but I didn't even remember when I might have dropped it because I was desperate to try to hit it less often. It was expensive.

Well, either way, I didn't have the ability to break this situation...

The werewolf knights are on guard against me making meaningless moves.

"Master!? What?"

Tino, who was supposed to have run away, was also looking at me from the entrance of the road.

Not just Tino, but the other members seem to be waiting for me. I'm telling you to run. Ooh.

And what do you want me to hear? What did I try to do? [M]

What am I doing dropping treasure at the treasure house? It's not bad luck. Aren't you an idiot?

... just stupid.

I have no choice, I decide to be ready. As it were, we fell together.

"I can't help it, I just didn't want to use this"

Half-fuckingly, remove the metal capsule that was hanging on my neck, big enough to get my index finger in.

The werewolf knights open their eyes and take a few steps back as if they remembered.

I knew these guys were afraid of this, not me. I knew it, though.

If we're all gonna die anyway, this Citrie made it. Looks bad if we do it, slime? You can get drunk by. I don't know the details, and I don't want to know.

When I removed the cap with my tense, trembling fingertips, I looked down into the capsule softly before throwing it.

……

Rub your eyes and check again. I frown and try to put my index finger in fear.

Tino and the others are looking at me with worrying eyes.

I nodded loudly once and retightened the cap.

Keep swinging big and throwing at the werewolf knights, while at the same time taking a shock shot at it.

The werewolf knights yammer and take great distances with their agile movements.

At the same time I rushed out to Tino to make sure the ballistically engineered magic bullet landed there.

"Tino, hurry up!

Look at me rushing up and Tino and the others run out in unison.

I can play metal capsules.

The werewolf knight is roaring as if intimidating, but he doesn't have time to stand.

We need to hurry and run before they notice the contents are empty.

... what is that? What's inside? Where did you go? Scary.