Where we were flown.
That was almost near that dungeon in southern Falltown.
Though five thousand years are traced back, there are landscapes and mountains that we have learned of from time to time.
So if we go north from here, we'll get to where we'll be Falltown.
Could that be what Giorno was saying earlier about "Sodom"? Because I barely remember the place names of those days...... I could have lied to Giorno that time because I knew Twead had been around for a long time. All I can say is that Lelia was lucky not to confirm about it.
So, that Lelia............ after glancing at me as "too weak," he's been leading the way without even looking at me.
Next to me is Giorno, a brave man who is outstretched (yawning) in swallowing.
Speaking of which, when I saw it with my appraisal glasses earlier, I could see all the stats. I really wanted to try it with a tooth, but apparently it was a success. It is good to have improved the ability of appraisal glasses this past month.
Well, the moment I saw that ability to make a difference in digits, I thought this was a failure, but I can't help but be shown that much fighting.
But these two, at this stage, were "jihadist candidates". What the hell is this all about? Does that mean there are other candidates?
"Nevertheless, Mr. Pauer. You know, it's rare to use magic in these days."
"Really... ha"
"I was hoping I could leave magic to those long-lived elves to use a huge amount of knowledge, but you do have a great amount of knowledge. Must have made a lot of effort."
Well, the life expectancy of the elves was certainly about two to three hundred years.
The magic was knitted by humans, but when it comes to putting your hands on it, should a long-lived elf do it?
But as I thought............... the elves of this era are not yet called dark elves. Tooth said you started being called around this time, but was that a mistake?
I'm half-hearted, but should I assume that magic doesn't even exist yet? No, well, on this level of ours... I don't suppose there's any reason not to use it, but are you okay with using magic in front of these two?
"I see it. It's Sodom."
Over Lilia's shoulder staring at the distance with her eyes narrowed, I catch it too.
Walk, run, and get attacked for a day from where you were flown. Looks like we're finally here.
But this place...... still or what......
"Master, that..."
"Ah......"
You don't have a hand in keeping this stronghold in the city.
The building and the streets are completely different, but that's exactly the same place as Falltown.
"No, it's the same place as the killing landscape."
"I don't care about that. Besides, Paul's amulet has its limits, so let's get to it."
"Hehehe"
Tough words for jihadist candidates.
I can only smile bitterly. Naturally Porch would feel the same way.
I'm sure that's what Giorno thinks when he doesn't deny it.
Damn, I'll empower you in this world for whatever it is. There's a reason we've been flown in the past. Absolutely.
Not that I don't want to go back, but I'm just talking about strengthening myself in parallel with looking for a way to go back.
Strengthen here and bring the solution (,) back to the original era. At least that's what I think my role is.
"Puppy, master... amulet! Ah, that's crazy!
Oh? Wasn't it supposed to feel the same?
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To those two, thanks...... and thanked them and broke up at Sodom's entrance.
Porch had recommended accompanying him, but he broke up for a reason.
Sure, you should be on the side, but being on the side means you have to have as much power as you can be on the side.
History can change when it comes to foot clumping.
That's why we have to give it back to the beginning.
But when it comes to such a dangerous monster walking wide, is city security okay to that extent?
And I thought it was a mistake. Looking at it with appraisal glasses, I was a resident of a world I didn't know was the man watching the gate, the women's strength and average level of 180.
I don't know if there's a hell of a bunch of powerful people out there or if this is normal, but we'll need to make sure of that.
Me and Porch came to the Adventurer Alliance of our time. The building is old but new. Yes, come in here and see what the adventurers of this era are capable of.
Hehe, I'm smart while I am.
".................. ahhh?
There was an evil man to see...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
This may be the first time I have ever seen a wrinkle and a willingness to kill at the same time as I dive the door and lean between my eyebrows.
"Who is it, you? Hey, look at that face, huh?
"It's called the Magician's Pore. I came here to register as an adventurer."
When I named him, the man started staring at me as if I were a giddy.
From underfoot to the top of my head, that's already been seen as disgusting.
"Hmm."
The man who cut his eyes off from me shifts his gaze to Porch and repeats the same thing once again.
Porch seems happy about getting his chest stretched out with a pouch and getting a look at it. Don't you care about your gaze, you.
"What's this guy's name?
"It's called Shiro."
"... Huh. I didn't expect you to sign with an animal like this in this day and age......... you're my favorite man. Is that how you motivate adventurers?
This means, "Why didn't you sign with a monster or a powerful beast? You're asking."
I see. Sounds like the typical type of person who sees the power of a demon in a race.
Porch mumbled for a moment, but not angry. Because this is routine in a way. Even in the original times there was that, and there are those who discriminate against the devil of use.
Porch understands that.
"Huh. Ah, make it hard. Just get your hands on it."
The man gave it to me at the tip of his jaw and guided my gaze.
In front of the counter was a small magic formation with powerful magic. No, could this be...?
"Get on with it, I'm busy."
That's what I'm rushed to do, and I get my hands on it as they say.
There was no such thing in modern times. Is it one of a kind of ritual or something?
Then, the body glowed gold for a moment, and began to cover it loosely as it swirled around the body.
The man who confirmed it urged Porch to do it, too, and Porch followed it.
A golden aura covering the two bodies............ what the hell is this?
The man is moving his fingers tightly, tapping the counter and ringing. Apparently they're waiting for something.
Then the aura that was covering my body scattered. and the sound flowing in the brain together.
……………………………… What is this?
"Huh! This is no way...... level up!?
"I am, what country did you live in? Are you new to leveling? It's Mr. Paul, huh? Everyone in the world is using this to level up."
"Um, when I defeated the monster..."
"That's up to level 100. In this way, after the hundred and one, touch the magic team of" Breaking the Limits "to increase the level."
"Become!? This is the magic formation of the limit breaking!? Why is something like this here..."
While I was surprised, what stopped it with more than that voice was the voice of the pouch that scattered the aura next door.
"I'll stay ahhhhhhhhh!? I can't stop leveling fanfare in my head. Whoa!!
"Duh, what the hell is that?
"Don't be surprised."
A receptionist who raised his shoulder small, feeling like a jerk, explains it sounds like a pain in the ass.
"You mean you've defeated so many enemies since you reached level 100? It's not unusual."
Oh well............... Porch has been at level 100 for a long time.
This means that now that it's released, the accumulated EXP (EXP) will be a normal number, all at once……….
"You guys have come to this front line a lot at level 100, haven't you?
"Most... frontline?
"From what I've seen, you're level one, aren't you? You know, coming here on that level... suicide volunteers or something? Ha-ha-ha."
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"Oh, it's healed..............."
"I don't know how many demons you've been using... Don't let him fall asleep, new face (Newby). Hahahahahahahaha!
When the receptionist raised a loud laugh, inside the guild it became a whirlpool of laughter and slapped my ear.
But it didn't matter to me.
First, magic already exists in this world.
Secondly, the magic of breaking limits was an installation-type, and ultra-small sorcery formation of how it was made.
Third of all... I... No, we...
"Master... what the hell is my level...? I know I've had fanfare in my head about thirty times......!
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Porch
LV: 132
HP: 5611
MP: 1498
EXP: 29816310
Special: Brace "Pole" - Air Crow - Huge - Disease - Rigidity - Lightweight - Rigid Body - Attack Magic "Down" - Auxiliary Magic "Medium" - Recovery Magic "Down"
Title: Advanced user demon, extremist, werewolf saint, wolf, magician, earplugs, named parent, confectionery lover, breeder of fools, sickness (haya), rigid
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"Him, one hundred and thirty-two..."
"One hundred thirty-two!?
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Azley
LV: 101
HP: 3129
MP: 35277
EXP: 10988401
Special: Attack Magic "T" - Auxiliary Magic "T" - Recovery Magic "T" - Refined "T" - Rigid, Rigid Body, Disease, Lightweight
Title: Longtime Fool, Bigot, Immortal Candidate, Grand Mage, Senior Alchemist, Wandhao, Six Mages (Tentative), Benefactor, Rank S, Chief, Dad, Loser, SS Killer, Guardian Mage (Tentative), Rigid, Sick (Haya), Below Usage Demon
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Come to this age...... just two days.
I found the Limit Break we were looking for.