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

The white frozen slime screams.

The flesh is only about a third the size of the original. Sven and the others took the time to wipe out the attack and shredded it one by one.

Before The White Wolf's Nest, misery was spreading. The slime-wrapped force field leaves trees with traces of decision on the ground.

However, there are no shards of agility that were already visible until earlier in the slime motion.

This, for a moment, was a sign that the monster that I even thought was immortal was dying.

I look around at the hunters who surrounded themselves in a far-flung winding while the slime creep was still on alert. A frozen body makes a noise of rubbing and scraping on the ground.

As Gark breathed roughly, he turned the tip of the giant 'Ice Storm Warfare Tooth' to slime away.

"Ha, ha... finally, dull movement..."

There are no superficial scratches, etc., but I'm guessing that arm accumulates invisible damage to the eye. The expression is bitter and also seems to put up with the pain.

But few other people besides Gurk could get a slime. I can do as much to deflect a temporary attack, but at best I can only make it while Gark assists me in getting back on track.

Above all, no one could replace the Ice Storm Warfare Tooth, which deals damage to the slime just by touching it without major preliminary motion.

A gark receives a potion from a neighboring hunter to heal a physical injury, which he flips through at once.

But the trend has already been decided. As long as Slime Mojo doesn't have any other hidden balls, the Sven and the others won't lose.

Even Sven's arrows can break down enough frozen slime. Slime frozen all over the body is good.

But Sven still doesn't loosen his expression and scolds his people out loud.

"Don't be alarmed! This is that shifting trial! Watch your perimeter, it's not weird if this guy comes in two or three more!

"I've already done it!

"Oh, you guys, what the hell have you..."

To Sven's voice, the hunter in the footprint answers.

As the words put it, the vigilance of some of the footprint members had moved completely out of the slime out of the woods down the night book.

Gark turns a blind eye to that familiar look somewhere.

Sven answered nothing and squeezed the arrow wide toward the slime.

Whether you feel threatened now or the slime tries to escape, but you can't move well on a frozen body surface, its speed has no shadow to see.

"... That's it, that's it!

And no matter how fatigue builds up, Sven's arm isn't bad enough to take off the target just a few meters away.

Breathe small and let the temper of tearing in one arrow. And a pitch-black arrow was unleashed.

I could barely even move the slime.

A pointed metal arrow at the tip pierces the center of its slime at a lightning-like speed and sews it to the ground. The ground sways to show the force put in its arrows.

The vibration calms down. A slime skewered around the center of the body. The frozen body enters.

Had ice already reached deep inside? There is no sign of a working magic barrier that boasts that much of a threat.

The slimy, emotionally invisible eye that remained until the end is still pointed at Sven as he stands.

And as it was, nothing particularly unexpected happened, and the slime faded away as if it were originally an illusion.

§

Sven knew very well from his previous experience that the hand of the Reaper would descend on the relaxed.

Check the situation promptly. Majority seriously injured. One lost arm. Each fatigue is thick, but there are no dead, in a long, unwilling battle that extends for an hour.

All the faces that were under investigation within the "White Wolf's Nest" had also returned safely.

Slowly down to the ground, the guard sighs deeply. The two physically weak investigators are both sitting back with a gaunted look as if they had lost their hips.

"Oh man, it was an unexpected monster... but you managed... that was... a phantom?

"Damn. This is why I didn't want to go with you. This would be better if you were slandered for incompetence."

Says one of the investigators without power. Perhaps the word is the general will of the Members present here.

Sure, the slime was strong. I found the thread of the attack and there was a way to deal with it, so I managed, but it's a demon that's not strange when the dead are out.

Most importantly, the slime was completely unknown. This is an unprecedented slime wrapping around a magic barrier.

In the first place, as an elderly investigator said, there was no chance that Slime would show up in the land.

Fellows of the same clan sitting exhausted. And then he looks around at the hunters outside of his still painful expression despite his survival, Sven raising his voice.

I couldn't stop thinking yet.

Always continue to strike measures. It's the know-how to survive Sven's pain many times after joining The Beginning Footprint (First Step).

"Perhaps even the current slime... has something to do with this treasure palace anomaly. Too much coincidence."

The investigation inside the treasure hall ended up with nothing to gain.

Slime is the only new clue I can tell you.

Marietta sighs deeply, completely depleted of her magic by the continuous exercise of attack magic.

"Right. I just hope the phantom level just went up, but maybe this one's not a good idea."

Everyone's expression is even clouded by the words. Because I understood the severity of the situation.

Severe wear and tear. Fatigue is also intense. He's also a pain in the ass. Though I figured out how to attack, it would be a hassle in the unlikely event that that slime hangover showed up again.

But more than that, abandoning this place and returning is risky. That was Sven's idea.

The only reason I managed to defeat that Slime Mojo was because I was sharp here. He was ready, ready, collaborative, and a high level hunter.

This would have caused a lot of damage if it had been the Third Knights, who usually guard the security around the Imperial City, who had encountered Slime.

The Third Knights are of high quality in training, and Mana Materials absorbs them as often as possible, retaining high power and never weak, but their responsiveness is significantly inferior to that of hunters exposed to numerous gimmicks in the Treasure Hall.

The Slime Mojo I just encountered is an opponent that can't be helped by force pushing.

You'll also notice weaknesses if you have time, but it's pretty suspicious if you can keep the front until then.

"We should probably see where it came from... now we can still follow in the footsteps. There shouldn't be that many. There's no way the woods would be so quiet with that number."

To Sven's words, Gark made only the face, roaring low. I guess you're thinking about the troubles that have to be done as a exploratory.

The only investigation in the request is inside the Treasure Palace. I would have done enough to bring back traces if they were found outside, but I'm not obliged to jump into a place I know is dangerous.

Even if I go home now, my reputation may be lost, but I won't be held guilty.

That's when a brown-haired hunter sat up and stared down at his lost arm.

It was the man who sustained the greatest wound in this case. With that arm, the hunter will be able to grate away, even in everyday life.

What came out of my mouth is a plundered voice.

"... by the way, do you think he's still here?

"... the odds are not low. But the members here should be able to deal with it without any problems. You don't have the power to wipe out the party in an instant. You can run even if you search for them in bulk."

Hunters face to face.

Fear. Some of the hunters in the footsteps are laughing bitterly. Complaints about the master will be flying in my mind.

Sven understands the difficulty of a thousand trials.

Sure, Slime Mojo was a powerful and unknown opponent, but still less challenging than the beatings he had received so far.

The only thing I can say is that I've been pointing out a girk that puts my weakness at a pinpoint, but I also don't think it was a situation where I needed nearly a hundred hunters.

I mean, a thousand trials are not over yet.

Then we should move on. The choice doesn't seem to be in Sven and the others.

"You can choose to withdraw... but anyway, I'm waiting for something that's not even Rokuro. You guys, that thing attacked you while you were retreating. Huh?

…………

"Go home. He can go home. We... go"

The Slime Attack is simple but powerful. If you get hit by a defenseless spot, you won't be safe with a hunter with tough health.

Wait a while, but there was no objection. The members of the footprint naturally, but the outside members say nothing either.

I'm guessing it's what made Slime Mojo appear that makes the word credible.

There are extra personnel. You can split up every party and look for lice in the neighborhood. That won't take long.

Behind the woods, look in the direction where the slime creep came from. The light source was sufficiently secured by the magical light that floated, but the quiet forest surrounded by dim darkness gives rise to unspeakable fear.

Better hurry. Sven stood up, following a hunched intuition in the back of his brain.

§

Proceed through the woods.

The Slime Mojo had the nature to destroy anything that touched indiscriminately. Was its viscous body made of Mana Materials, there was no such thing as mucus left, but it is not difficult to trace its origin if you follow the trees that could be bounced or trampled to the ground.

Sven and his group, to the Black Gold Cross, to Gark, who was in charge of Halvard, to the two investigators, a party of brown hair hunters who lost their arms and couldn't fight properly. The other parties are scattered to find out if there's any other slime around.

The brown-haired hunter stares at Sven moving tightly. Sven said as he cut off his chisel with a knife.

"The manifestation of" White Asian Gardens (Prism Gardens) "was hell. Compared to that, I don't know how much."

"... than this one, huh?"

I nod small without saying anything to that word.

"The Hanami Case" is a project that is still being told in the clan, and it was an opportunity to repaint the common sense of the hunters who belong to "Footprints (First Steps)".

Continue to follow the traces carefully.

"This time the enemy... is a phantom, but then the enemy was the 'environment'"

"White Garden" is a beautiful treasure house with countless flowers blooming on one side as its name suggests.

But the reality was hell enough that there was no comparison such as "The White Wolf's Nest". Even now Sven sometimes dreams.

"Pollen. I had a sleeping effect. Half of the" Footprints "fainted in seconds after the treasure hall appeared."

Originally, it was a place with flower gardens.

Petals and pollen rising from a sea of blooming flowers suddenly transformed by Mana Materials. Textured like 'White Asia' as its name suggests, it had the properties to bring intense drowsiness to those who inhaled or touched it.

He's so powerful drowsiness that he's a sharpened hunter of his spirit that he faints in seconds.

There are several other types of treasure palaces in different shapes.

"White Asian Gardens (Prism Gardens)" are classified among them as "environmentally shaped" treasure halls, where the environment itself becomes a high hurdle for hunters.

"Apparently, the changes in the ground vein were a lot greater. The sight around me suddenly changed. I got distracted before I understood the situation. Besides drowsiness, paralysis and poison. Besides, of course - powerful cannibal plants and beast phantoms adapted to that environment. The White Garden is like a trap waiting for a hunter."

"... you survived well"

"I got lucky."

When it first appeared, "White Asian Gardens (Prism Gardens)" accumulated less mana material, and was not as difficult as "White Asian Gardens (Prism Gardens)" is today.

But still, he was a helpless opponent for the Sven and the others, who were still about middle-sized.

If Sven and the others were the only ones on that spot, they would be nutritious to the plants by now.

Once you step in, you'll never be able to return. That treasure house was a prison.

I'll never forget opening up the situation, I'm a member of The Mourning Ghost.

It didn't speak a single voice, and it was a smooth move as if we were showing each other.

I don't know what it is, just in front of the hazy Sven, Liz daggered through his own belly.

Luke bit off his tongue and Lucia snapped her pinky finger. All to skip drowsiness by pain.

The first thing they did was wear a symbol, a 'mask'.

The wind blew the pollen, and the flames burned down the flower fields.

Fragments of brilliant burning flames were dancing like petals. In the Red Lotus, the plainly moving figure of "Laughing Skeleton" is still intensely burned in the brains of the "Footprints" hunters.

There should have been little time to make a decision.

Now it is time for all the members of The Mourning Ghost to be known with two names, but at the time they were no different from the Sven and the others. There was little difference in levels, and there was no significant difference in physical ability.

At the time, Sven had no idea why they could have taken the improbable choice of self-injury for an anomaly that had not been touched.

Now I know. It was experience that divided the light and darkness.

The Black Gold Cross had a longer history of hunters, but the mourning ghost had a different number of training grounds that had crept around.

Those who are powerful among hunters receive respect. Since then, no one in the clan has stood up and said them badly.

"Ghost of Mourning (Strange Grief)" doesn't have a very good reputation due to its harshness, but some fanatics do.

Sven was also in awe of his missed track. Highly capable or not for that reason. The way it was was was just superman.

And I appreciated the good fortune of being the same clan.

But you can't be spoiling your status as it is. Sven also has pride in being a hunter.

And perhaps because there are so many like-minded people, the footprint still has a large number of members.

Enough to follow the trail, Sven and his line reached an open location.

Traces of atrocity occur abruptly, from which we do not see anything like traces.

Among the two investigators, an investigator of a young man with brown hair peeps around in awe.

"Here, did that happen...?

"No, this is outside the treasure hall. I don't think that's gonna happen."

Another investigator immediately denies the word.

Gark is looking into the marks of a broken tree. The trail, broken as twisted, resembles the trail of a slime attack.

Phantoms tend to be stronger for those who appear behind Mana Material's dark treasure hall.

But if we're talking about tendencies, it's weird when that strange phantom shows up.

The first thing you need to do is throw away your common sense. And pick up only the facts.

If it really manifested itself here, it must be accepted.

Gark roars half impressed and half frightened by Sven, who frowns and contemplates.

"... you Klee guy, how do you always predict that? He came straight to the treasure house."

"Forecast, predict, or…"

Klee Andrich is a genius. It's not God, but the way people move is God.

Even this time, I tried to direct the trump card to a slime named Gurk so far.

Even Sven, who has been dating for a long time, doesn't know the reality of Klee's predictions.

But this number should have made sense, too.

Klee hates futility. This formation is not just for defeating that slime.

That's when Henrik, who was checking the frightened neighborhood, called out.

"Mr. Sven, this... was falling there"

"Hmm? What...?

It was a large piece of metal that was handed to me. Shape like a flat plate with curves drawn. Isn't that so old stuff, dull and glowing without rust?

Metal is as sturdy as it is used in armor, but it was destroyed as if it had been twisted in half.

Other members find new pieces of metal and hand them over. Apparently, they're spreading around. Some of them have thick chains.

Seeing the collected pieces of metal makes it tough as the look on Gark's face looks.

Simple shape. Arrange metal pieces to match distorted and destroyed marks.

"Oh, come on, this is..."

"... in handcuffs... collar, huh?

All I could do was five rings that seemed sturdy.

Huge handcuffs and additions, and collars. Some fragments are missing, but no doubt.

Size, obviously not meant to bind humans.

The look on the faces of the two investigators who saw it changes. I touched the parts that I found with a serious look after hitting something that looked like I was tired earlier.

Sven whispered when he felt someone impatient. Make sure you lurk your voices and the two whisper.

"Stupid...... shackles in handcuffs? I can suppress that shaped phantom with something like that."

"... Oh no, this. I thought it was a phantom I didn't know, but maybe..."

"Report, right?

"Eh. Ten sins!? If I hide it, this is the criminal. Goddamn it, you shitty, shitty..."

A voice that sounds serious. It's not calm to be a criminal.

Understand to the two people who know something that this situation is more of an emergency than they had in mind.

Ten sins is the most serious sin under the Zebuldia Imperial Law. It refers to the overthrow of the state and similar sins, beginning with treason against the emperor. It's not the kind of word I hear on a daily basis.

If you say it in relation to treasure hunters, the 'sin of liberation', which rarely releases the transcendental existence sealed in the deepest part of the treasure hall, would be irrelevant this time.

If you insist that transcendental beings are, 'those who are infinitely closer to God'. Slime doesn't fit into boulders, and if something is unleashed, there's no way it won't change.

Eventually, an older investigator gives you a face.

He doesn't want to explain the details, so he tells Gark quickly.

"Branch Manager, things have changed. Someone needs to report the phantom as soon as possible."

At that time, the sound of a sharp whistle from the back of the forest blocked the word.