The Skill Maker

A man was a wanderer wandering aimlessly about the continent.

He has lost both his name and his past since any incident.

Both body and mind have already become a mess of lungs.

but

Nevertheless, he never forgot only two facts.

A blue notebook in which you have made notes of something important, I don't know the exact reason.

And the appearance and appearance of the man he has to visit with this notebook.

The two were still not forgetting.

'Pears, I'm hungry...'

The man took the wild blooming weeds by the side of the road and took them to his mouth, and after a hasty meal, he lay on the floor for a moment, losing his stomachache. He must have eaten poisonous grass again this time. What was fortunate was that his body was unexpectedly strong. The stomachache subsided after a moment of time.

'I gotta go. I gotta go. I have to find this guy.'

He stumbled on his ill-conditioned body, but he hurried two nights and nights, finally finding a strange village with a human being in it and walking inside with a hopeful face. I can't remember exactly, but it felt like I met an intelligent person after so long. but

Contrary to one's welcome, it was a sharp glance that came back from the people.

A few potatoes lying on the ground with the sound of bad luck begging for food.

However, I was very grateful. This too.

"Hurries, hush!"

A man sat on the floor of a road quite far from the village and set fire to the campfire, and soon began to roast potatoes with tears in his eyes. Tears well up in sorrow as to how one's circumstances have come to this. But I didn't know the past, so I couldn't even think about my future. I feel like I've lost my past, but I've lost my future.

What the hell is this notebook?

Why does he still think he shouldn't lose this notebook?

What's the meaning of these mysterious letters he's scribbled about?

[Red. Dame. Time. War. Hermantium. Stone wall. Axis.]

The man looked into the letters and spread his imagination for a long time, blaming his poor self-thinking skills, and then tucked it back into his arms after a while. a notebook which has now become the only meaning of one's life I couldn't close my eyes until I gave it to him. I feel like I'm going to live since I started to devour warm potatoes.

But it was then.

When they smelled it and started to flock.

[Crrrrrrrrrrrr...]

The voice of the ferocious monsters.

The man instinctively felt a sense of crisis and began to run in the direction of the village, holding the potatoes in his hands. If you knew this would happen, stay near the village even if you have noticed. The monsters here were particularly ferocious and often came at vagrants like himself. How many times did he run away to die on his way here, and now he instinctively moved his legs even when he felt the presence of them.

But by the time we arrived at the entrance to the village.

A man had to curse his own destiny.

Maybe tonight was especially unlucky.

A great beast.

That's because a giant mammal, measuring nearly five meters in size, rushed from the front towards the man. A sharply raised tooth and a single one eye that rotates 270 degrees. I looked over the monster's shoulder and already the village was in a mess by the monsters. a colony of monsters called vicious creatures that hunt around and eat. A group of these ferocious monsters seemed to have accidentally attacked the village.

[Crying!]

The moment when the giant beast with its teeth exposed took off, shaking heaven and earth.

The man rolled on the floor screaming for it yesterday. pain that comes from all over the body I can't die yet. At this rate, it was all over. The man struggled against the monster trying to devour him as if it were his last. With his arms swinging roughly, he rebelled against the scaring weak.

But it was then.

The beast's body suddenly came upon him... a few dozen split into dozens

fasasasak

Pit-pit-a-pat!

Cuckoo kung! Cuckoo kung!

Fragments that pour down to the floor in blood.

And then the man could find out. a thin thread hanging from the tip of one's finger, whose identity is unknown. And the thread was long, leading to blood vessels in the body.

"Ha...? What, what is this? What the hell am I?"

Dozens of wildlings who find a man at that moment and rush again.

Whenever the monsters attacked, the man manipulated the threads and cut off the bodies of the monsters at lightning speed, and soon, he controlled the threads in earnest and laid all the enemies on the floor. He was strong in himself. I didn't know until now, but I was as strong as a ghost. No monster here could hurt himself. It seemed to me that I had lost my memory but was clearly a powerful being.

"Huck! Huck! Shit!"

The man walked into the village with his flesh and blood-soaked body.

Sadly, there was no one alive anywhere else. The man continued to walk inward, beyond the bodies of people scattered all over the village, and managed to fill his stomach in and out of this house for food. Bread and leftover meat and soup. But I was wondering where this was. And while searching the village like that.

Finally, I found a newspaper lying on a table in a house.

A man who picked up a newspaper without thinking. And

Surprisingly, he found the face of the character he was searching for there.

The object to which the blue notebook must be delivered. the only face left in one's memory

"Night Illusion Clan at Estvalde. cure Versus Lena Scarlett and Choi Min-hyuk. Changing the fate of bilimantes... Miracle figures."

It is a two-week-long grand festival.

Estvalde took this opportunity to lavishly treat the fishermen and scholars of Jain, and the management body's policy was having a positive impact on the entire region. The fact that the new frontier is so big is believed to stem from the accumulation of considerable wealth in the area because the surrounding hunting grounds are so rich and valuable. Thus, the population in the Estvalde area had nearly doubled during the festival.

"I don't know who really planned it, but it's a fantastic festival."

"There's quite a lot to see, a lot to eat."

"Well, few festivals are good enough to eat and play."

The men relaxed their conversation, tapping their greasy stomachs, and smiling merrily as they looked at the street musicians playing musical instruments. a unique melody that can only be heard in a peaceful and mysterious place. The instruments were all gathered from all over the universe and had unusual shapes, but all the music coming out of them was creating a single tone.

"Ah. Do you think we're gonna settle down in Estwalde at this time? According to the Dungeon information, there were a lot of adventure spots I wanted to visit."

"Hunt lightly during the day, play, drink and eat at night. Wow! That's awesome. This is heaven, where else is heaven?"

A land that is peaceful, rich in matter, and has great potential for development in many ways.

It was only natural for outsiders to praise Estvalde.

Most of all, this place had quite little friction between people compared to other regions.

"It just came to my mind. Don't you think there's no red in this town for some reason? I've never seen such a peaceful place. You know how the Heidel is, don't you? What's the reason? I've never seen a place like this before."

A colleague next to him opened his mouth with an air of amazement.

"Huh, you didn't know? Estvalde really doesn't have the breath of the Red Alliance. You know the Clan that just cleared? He's a man who's had a history of driving the Reds out completely in this past, the Booster there. People here seem to call it. He's already almost a legend in this town. In addition, he hunted the B-rated singularity, Boss Monster. I'm sure he's a great man."

"Oh, did you? It's a city without the Reds. That's awesome.

"But what if the Reds get you? They didn't have enough area to take over, and I think they're looking over it. They've already begun to expand their sphere of influence."

"Well, I don't know that. Still, the whole region is so united. It'll work somehow."

The day after buying a mansion and hiring Crowd as a butler.

I have brought Clan Members to the Hall of the House to move the following reinforcement plans into realization. Thanks to the influence of loyalty 100, the members gathered in a flash. I opened my mouth high and brief in front of them.

"You've all come together well. I have a favor to ask everyone from now on."

The festival not only makes people excited, but also makes them create various 'bu's' in various directions. Excited customers opened their wallets excitedly, and merchants could make money just by meeting their needs. So recently, merchants in Estvalden have been taking out warehouse items to adventurers and outside guests day after day, and selling a large number of items in the name of a special sale.

And most of all, the large release of such goods was an opportunity for our Clan. No, more precisely, it was a big boon to the Night Illusion and my quest. Now that I've filled some condition gauges with , I'll have to fill in the conditions for the Rhodo quest this time.

"Did you all understand what I meant? In short, you can buy as many items as possible made of tantlos. For your information, the cheaper the better in terms of performance. However, the purity must be 100 percent. Item grade is [General] or [Magic] item is appropriate. Oh, except for [gray] grades."

Gray refers to the garbage class that is not graded.

those who tilt their heads

"Tantlosse items?"

"General grade?"

"What are you trying to use it for? I know a good generalist, but...."

"Ha ha. You'll find out when you get it. I think everyone will be satisfied."

I directed the Clans to purchase a large number of items from the market made of Tantlos. Just cheap, seemingly useless stuff. But I was going to use these guys to create a whole new high-end item. Clans and merchants were everywhere to release goods for the benefit of the festival. I like it because it's an opportunity to sell junk to others, and I like it because I can use it to achieve my goal. Oh, of course, if I see what I'm about to do in a different clan, I might not want to sell it.

"What is Minhyuk going to do?"

"Well, he's thinking of strengthening his items."

"Those scraps of scrap metal?"

"It's an item of Tantlos ore that's ore."

"How would you do that?"

"It's not anyone else, it's Minhyuk. I'm sure you have a good idea."

"Let's watch the exorcism and have some rice cake."

I smiled calmly listening to the Clan's conversation.

Good idea? Of course there is. a new technique that has been conceived in one's mind so far

No, to be exact, a skill that has experienced a major failure in the past while only wasting a great deal of mental strength.

A skill called a skill.

Now I had a plan for Ganghwa quest, to try it anew then.

What the blacksmith?(1) Done.

by world manners

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