afterwards.
We relied on the map to get back to the safety zone (Safe Point), where we decided to rest once.
Monsters don't come near this place where little springs gush.
Dungeons had places like that everywhere.
"Thank you. Thank you."
The girl gratefully says thanks as she bows her head.
The poison arrow disappeared at the same time that the monster was defeated, and HP seemed to have already been completely happy with its own healing magic.
I wave and answer.
"Fine. If you're an adventurer, we're in trouble."
"Yes. Um, but it helped. Oh, I say cocoa. I'm a cleric."
"I'm Alvin. As you can see, a swordsman."
So, I ask one terrifying question that I was worried about.
"But how could a cleric have been alone in a place like that? Well, could it be..."
"What? Oh no! No, not that the party collapsed or anything... I've been here alone since the beginning. Solo."
"Was it? Good for you."
I exhale in relief.
It's not uncommon for adventurers to lose their lives in a dungeon.
No matter what kind of attack you get on a monster, it basically doesn't hurt your body. There's pain and shock, and if you fall, you might get hurt, but without it, you just have less HP.
Except - if your HP goes to zero, you die.
And the dead don't come back to life with any healing magic or items.
That was the rules of the dungeon, the adventurers.
I say.
"I'm relieved. There was only one recovery job, so it was perfect."
"haha......"
"But... you really got here solo?
I look at Cocor.
An unusual face with water-colored hair, often likely to inspire an asylum appetite, on a priest-style outfit.
"Hmmm......"
It's like a priest or something.
There are also saints and monks in derivative positions, but I very much don't think the girl in front of me is in combat.
I was even surprised to get to this hierarchy safely.
Anyway, it's a violation of manners to say something about someone else's adventure, but I still can't help but say it.
"It may be a big favor... but isn't it reckless? I've never heard of a cleric solo. Besides, if it's a shallow layer, I can't believe it's in this middle layer..."
"Haha... I wish I could have come with someone... but I couldn't find someone to throw a party with"
"Even though you're a cleric?
I frown.
Normally, a cleric-like recovery job is a must for a party. The accident rate jumps when this is lacking. So even if the level is low, I think there's always room for the right party.
"Hehe, actually, I... No, it's quicker for you to see..."
With that said, Kokor opened his status... and came to my side to show it to me.
I deserve it because I can't show my status if I don't do this more than I'm not partying... too suddenly and upset.
In the first place, I usually don't show it to anyone else unless I'm close enough to what status it is. Even party members only know some information.
"Hey, what..."
"Look at this."
Regardless, Cocor pointed to the status screen, as shown to me.
Look at that - I unwittingly round my eyes.
"Levels [80]!?
It was a roughly impossible number.
High levels so far, I've never even heard of rumors.
Even if you continue to dive deep solo all your life, can you reach it?
But - it's probably a younger girl than me in front of you, and the job title (Job) is a priest who's not up for battle.
I don't know what that means.
"haha, shame on you"
"Yes, no, it's natural what... but the parameters are amazing too... Maybe you didn't need my help? Why were you screaming at that level of goblin?
"Well, suddenly a lot came out, so surprised... But it's true you saved me. I knew I wasn't very good at combat..."
Nevertheless, level [80].
That would be priestly and solo. You would be able to afford this level of hierarchy.
"Um... could you look at the skills, not there"
And Cocor tells me, I drop my eyes in the skills section.
So again, I was surprised.
High number.
Indeed, XI.
There are plenty of my seven, too, but they outnumber that at their leisure.
If you look at the contents... [Healing Magic Enhancement] [MP Enhancement/Greater] [Encouragement of the Mercy God] are lined up.
I see, they're all skills for clerics.
But - at the bottom of it.
My last skill name caught my eye.
A skill I've never heard of.
This is, no way...
"I... actually, I have negative skills"
Cocor shrugs in disgrace.
It was like an answer match.
"My negative skill is that [first-class snatcher]."