The fact that when the four people with negative skills got together, they had some kind of synergy and had the strongest party.

Safe points were visible only after a short walk after that.

"Ah, look, Mr. Alvin!

I give my fingers back to Cocor, and I give him a soothing grin too.

"Good. You got it right."

Hierarchy around here buys and sells maps among adventurers.

Adventurers diving this far are copying their mapping information on paper and putting it on the market.

Information is important.

All adventurers understand that.

The demand for maps was particularly high, as the shipwreck in the dungeon meant death. Some parties specialize in mapping because that's enough to make enough money.

However, the maps that come out are not always correct.

Wrong copies and crude items appropriately depicting places you have never been to are also common.

So the adventurer is more or less relieved when he reaches the safe point as mapped.

When I just tried to make my way to rest - I felt a distant, slight noise.

"Huh, I'm hungry. Finally..."

"Bad, come here for a second!

"Huh? Mr. Alvin?"

Me running out, and then Cocor follows me.

The sound is gradually louder.

Sounds like something explodes into the sound of a monster.

Definitely, this is a combat noise.

There's nothing wrong with just fighting, but I don't think it's normal.

Push towards the sound with a hunch.

And that got into my eyes.

Narrow (Aye) Road (Ro) where the end has come.

There, there were a bunch of emerald golems.

The Golems seemed to be trying to make their way to the end of the narrow road.

From beyond, blocked by numerous monsters, the occasional flame of fire attribute magic was flying, burning the unity within countless golems.

At the end of the narrow road, at the end of the line, there is an adventurer.

But... in that case, probably a very small number.

At least, I don't think I can manage this number of emerald golems.

I pull out my sword.

"Cocor, please buff!

"Yes!

As I rush out, Cocor starts a smooth chant.

Fast, accurate, easy to recognize. It's a spell chant like an example.

By the time I fleshed to the Golem and slashed it from its back shoulder to the nucleus, I had already been granted a Physical Immunity Penetration buff.

The unity of the emerald golem disperses with the effect.

Some of the surrounding golems turn their bodies towards me.

At that time, I raised my voice.

"Whoa!! Alive!? I'll take some over here, so step on it!!

"What? -"

I heard voices from the end of the line, but I didn't know what it was because of the bursting magic roar emitted at the same time and the heavy bass emitted by the flock of golems.

But if you're alive, fine.

Stream the fist of the golem from the left. With the flow as it is, poke the nucleus of the golem that was to the right and defeat it.

Scroll under the effect and slash the leg of the golem that was earlier. Leaps that back onto the scaffold after falling over a certain amount of damage. It hurts the neck of the golem trying to escape through the corner of the aisle, causing a backward (knockback) attack to prevent a rear guard (cocol).

Thanks to the buffs, too, but I was kind of in good shape.

Somehow the magic released from the end of the narrow road also suddenly increases, and the number of golems decreases visibly.

And the last piece of shit scattered.

At the heart of a narrow road scattered with 'emerald ores' and coins on one side, I lay my sword and look back at the important party members first.

"Tired. Thanks. And you keep that buff more than you think."

"Oh, uh, that's... hehe"

Because I took my gaze off the cocoa laughing like it was lit - I turned to the adventurer girl who was at the end of the narrow road.

In a black robe, a cane. To see the outfit, apparently, he's a demon mentor.

"Are you all right? Are you alone? For one thing, I'm glad you're alive."

The magician girl I heard - with an awkward look on her face, replied slightly troubled.

"Uh, well... I'll just apologize. I'm sorry."