That Ordinary Mister is a War God

Manuel had come to the western border of the Empire.

How far is the territory, with the Union of Urban States?

Because the army can't blind its eyes, it can't do what the demon thinks.

As a result, occasionally powerful demons appear.

"Well, it looks like a bunch of goblins and oaks this time."

Manuel laughs alone.

There are other adventurers.

This time the aim is the crusade of the Goblin Oak Union, nestled in the woods near the cities belonging to the Cities United State.

With two Class V Adventurer Party pairs missing, the Adventurer Alliance puts their main hips in.

"Hundreds and two hundred are considered crap"

That's what a third-degree adventurer in leadership says.

"But we should be careful what we do alone."

Other members nod to this opinion.

With the exception of Manuel, the facial rash is a pair of Level 3 Adventurer Parties, two Level 4 Parties, and two Level 5 Parties.

"Our goal is only reconnaissance."

"All you have to do is get the full picture of the enemy."

The Cities United State intends to do so.

"It's a long thing," Manuel chuckles.

"Let it get warm. I'll go."

When he said so, the other members looked surprised.

"Are you from the Empire? What can you do alone?

"I won't say anything bad. Let's work together."

"Two pairs of fifth-level parties have been hit. It's dangerous to think of it as a bunch of goblins and oaks."

They say it orally.

"Ha, you're right."

Manuel mocks.

"I'll kill him. Shut up and watch. Yeah, I'll take care of it if there's a leak."

"Hey!"

Manuel ignores the stop and slips slightly into the back.

From the looks of it, he was an irremediable fool who overconfidently attempted reckless entry into his power.

If he steps into the woods, there will be a loud chirp and a flock of goblins with spears and swords about twenty.

"Twenty for an advance soldier means there's about five hundred in total, right, Oi?

Manuel turned around behind him as he spoke out loud.

And he pulls out two curved knives that were lowering from his hips.

A bunch of goblins versus just one man.

The adventurers thought the victory and defeat were obvious and turned away.

But it was the screams of the ugly goblins that could be heard against their expectations.

When he sees it, Manuel waves his knife at a rate that is out of sight, unilaterally slashing and throwing away the goblin.

Incredibly, it's faster for Manuel to move while waving his sword than for Goblin to roll out his spear.

It is a one-sided slaughter play that would not be established without a speed difference of more than a turtle and a rabbit.

"Liar, right?

"And I don't believe it"

"No matter how many goblins you say, it's twenty to one, right? Is that something you can overwhelm without a magic attack?

The common sense among the adventurers that "many are passive" broke down with a sound.

"I don't even get used to shoulders."

Manuel laughs coldly when he stops twenty.

Without disturbing one breath, he kept moving forward.

"No way, is that guy going to do something by himself?

"I can't... I'd say, but you don't know it's after seeing that messy strength"

They looked at each other in silence, but eventually followed Manuel.

They asked me to handle the leak, and I wanted to see more overwhelming strength.

Fifty goblins and ten oak bodies were rolling ahead of him in the chase.

As usual, Manuel sifts a curved knife at a speed that is inconspicuous to his eyes, and builds a pile of corpses as if he were walking on a plain.

"As if going down the plain..."

"Wow, yeah."

"Never seen an adventurer like that."

Fear leaks from the adventurers.

"Who the hell is he?

"No way, you're a premium adventurer!?

One screams.

Extraordinary adventurers are literally people who have special strength and are treated as special.

The difference between first class and special class is thick while first class.

"If you're the Empire's premier adventurer, you can be convinced of that unusual strength."

Someone says.

The Empire is a great power.

They also knew the story of a large population and a foundation on which promising talents appeared one after the other.

"The Union of Urban States sent us, and the Empire sent out extraordinary adventurers?"

When I think of the difference in initial response, I also want to be stupid.

Is it not this speed of response that this empire is strong represents?

That's what it looks like.

I'm not a premium adventurer.

Manuel, who slashed and lay down all his enemies, joins the story that way.

"Oh, aren't you superior?

The adventurers were stunned.

I wondered what he was, not superior.

Manuel, on the other hand, smiles badly at people.

I'm not lying about him saying he's not a premium adventurer.

Since he was promoted to Yagami Fai after becoming a premium adventurer, it is accurate that he is a "former" premium.

"Mostly cleaned up. Bye."

Manuel leaves.

What is left is a corpse.

The Oak Goblin Coalition, which was considered a threat, was indeed devastated.

(Goblins and oak opponents don't get bored)

and Manuel returns with metastatic magic thinking.