The Skill Maker

"Get a hold of yourself, Gabil! Damn! The wound is too deep...! It's amazing how alive it is!"

"Hoe, no healing, no potion. Does this make sense? You're going to die at this rate..."

"Is there anyone who can help? Anyone will be fine! Please save Gabil!"

those who hold a colleague's body and scream in desperation

A man named Gabil, who has massive blood loss in his abdomen.

People frowned at them.

That's what happens when a bunch of ignorant beginners come to see something funny.

It is a dangerous place in the five fingers of the dungeons that exist throughout the resistance area of resistance. In addition, there are unusual monsters called "Boss" that appear every 10 stories of silver, and perhaps the abdominal wound to that man named Gabil was likely to have been hurt by a resident on the 10th floor.

"You guys. You got hit on the tenth floor, right? It is normally impossible to treat. The Dark Spirit's attack has neither resilience nor resilience."

To target the 10th floor, we can only upgrade our shields and armor to the limit. No, did you come to without that information? You're determined to die."

"Or he doesn't get a single blow on himself."

When they heard that they could not save Gabil, their faces turned white.

Already, more than 10 recovery poses have been poured out, and the therapist's recovery skills have been tested until the mana hit the bottom. But still, the gabil's bleeding didn't stop.

It's what people say. They were obviously stupid.

The difficulty to the 9th floor was much easier than I thought, so I went up to the 10th floor without thinking. I just wanted to be strong. A little faster.

"I'm sorry to hear that, but... Give it up. I'm serious about this."

"The number of dead people on the 10th floor easily exceeds a thousand."

"It's not like this place is called the Five Hells Dungeons."

"So do I. I've lost more than 10 party members to the 30th floor. If you've been hit by the Dark Spirit, it's over."

"Jee, damn it...! Jeezraaaaaaarl!"

"Go, Gabil... Whoo! Gaville!"

a sad look

But on the one hand, a look of ridicule and contempt.

Ignorance here in the Tower of Pride amounts to a sin.

No one comforts the dying.

It's their fault they didn't measure their heads or tails.

But then.

Something unexpected happened.

"Did you have a patient there? Wait a minute! Let me fix it..."

a henpecked bed

One being who suddenly breaks through the middle of a crowd and suddenly appears. It was a small little girl with white hair and sparkling eyes. And people are living in that cute creature... Unknowingly, it caught my eye. What is this? Why is this little kid in this place?

a gentle walk toward Gabil

It was the power of.

a cute little lady named

a well-known name in the region

"Ariel, let me see. Everybody out of the way."

"What?"

"You?"

with people venting their doubts

Soon a girl begins to emit a white light from her hands. And people unwittingly backed away, feeling the strange mana storm that began to be driven from her.

What the hell is going on out of nowhere?

Who is this unidentified little boy?

"What, what is this magic?"

"Is this... Healing?"

"Ek? A little kid like this is capable?"

a mana storm all over the place

Besides, I've never seen such an unusual and powerful mana in my life.

I've heard that some species in space use strange energy that is different from normal mana. The boy's mana was also quite unique and had a type of wavelength he had never felt before.

And the most surprising thing is.

The power was quite powerful.

I can't believe it came out of the little boy's hand.

Kuo-oh-oh!

"Recovery..."

The motion of a wriggling hand and a resonant cry.

a storm of white light

Gabil's wounds that heal in an instant.

"What, what?"

"Crazy?! " Stop, don't tell me... Is the wound being treated?"

People exclaimed with surprise.

No, what the hell is going on here?

The scar of the Dark Spirit... You're gonna be treated with a cure?

I don't be true.

People were struck with astonishment.

"The Dark Spirit's wounds are treated with the Recovery?"

"What, what is this kid?"

"It's Ariel, not the little one."

"Does this make sense? All of you, are you sure you were hit by the Dark Spirits on the 10th floor?"

Gabil's colleagues nodded, swallowing dry saliva, as the crowd spoke.

"Ma... That's right. Apparently, I was hit by a monster on the 10th floor that looked like a white jewel. I didn't know those monsters had the power to stop healing."

"I think you're right."

"What is it? Then how the hell are you treating it? Do you know how many people have died because they couldn't heal their wounds?"

"Is it really recovery technology?"

Crowds looking at Ariel with bewildered tones.

But in reality, Gabil's wounds were clearly recovering.

The bones, ligaments and ligaments are restored, and the blood vessels are in place as the holes in the damaged organs are blocked. The flesh fills the exposed hole at a rapid pace. It's also faster than the usual magic healing.

That's absurd.

I can't help but doubt my eyes.

It's not a dream. It's a reality even if you close your eyes and open them

It's so amazing.

"No way... This is a miracle."

"There was a therapist who could heal the wounds of the Dark Spirit..."

"Ko, kid? What the hell are you? Where have you come from?"

"Where's Mom and Dad?"

Ariel puffed her cheeks up.

Call yourself a kid whenever you have time.

"It's Ariel, not the little one. If you keep doing that, I'm going to get mad."

What the hell is this cute creature?

No, before that, is this other kid really the same ability as himself? Where did this miracle happen? Even if he's a great guy, he survived the great wars of the past? I can't believe it's unbelievable.

But then.

A party quickly opened its mouth.

those who quickly grasped Ariel's value

They were members of a five-member party named Lee.

"Little boy. Are you here to attack the tower of pride? Why don't we join the party if you don't mind?"

"If you come to our party, I'll pay you a fixed income. Don't you have any thoughts?"

"...Partyyoo?"

The able men swallowed their mouth.

With this one, the difficulty of is twice as low.

Maybe he doesn't know his own worth.

It is enormous to be able to heal the wounds of the Dark Spirit.

Besides, pure-looking eyes.

I feel like it's going to come over easily.

"Yes, the party. Party. We'll pay as much as you want. Come to our party."

"I'll do whatever you want."

"Anything?"

When Ariel was thinking of chocolate in her head.

The other crowd began to hold them back.

Because I understood their ulterior motives one step later.

"Hey, Brother Mac! Are you guys going to be cheap and monopolize that little girl? Healing a wound is a healer that works easily on the 20th and 30th floors. You can't monopolize the good stuff, can you?"

"My dear. Come on, come on our side. They'll treat you much better than they do. What do you think? Do you have an idea?"

Members of the iron wall were angry at the intervention of other parties.

What kind of interruption is this in the face of the child's harshness?

"Hey! What are you guys? This kid is ours! Shut up and get lost!"

"What? What are you talking about? Can't you see he hasn't answered anything yet?"

"You said Ariel, right? Do you want to party with her? We're better than those scary men, aren't we?"

"Woong..."

A new party that reappears there.

A little lady who touches her lips with her fingers.

amid Ariel's lingering delusions about chocolate.

People have now begun to raise their voices and fight in earnest.

People who climb the tower of pride are under a lot of stress.

Dungeons with high levels of casualties and difficulty.

Naturally, the stress of those who try to attack is also great.

"Hey, you son-of-a-bitch! You guys don't even know business ethics? We talked to him first! You're gonna come in now? Ang?"

"What? If you're going to flirt with the steamer first as the owner, get the hell out of here...! What the hell is that on this floor?"

"The little boy was talking to us! This is obviously an obstruction of business..."

"That's a load of crap. You're gonna insist on that? Shall we play a game? You didn't like these bastards before..."

"What? Hit it. Hit me, you punk."

those who show their radicals by pushing each other's shoulders

an atmosphere in which it is almost ready to collide

The square in front of the maddening tower.

The situation has become more and more pervasive.

Meanwhile, the number of spectators was increasing even more and more and more.

"What's wrong with them?"

Ariel tilted her head and took a chocolate out of her pocket. I don't know why they fight, but... It doesn't really matter. First of all, he saved the injured person, so he did his job.

"What? You really picked it, right? You crazy bastards!"

"You guys stole the 35th floor last time? Shit, you're a good trash man, aren't you?"

"No, why do you guys fight?"

"Someone stop me!"

yum-yum

With Ariel concentrating on the chocolate.

Now the situation is not serious, so it's a complete mess.

Those who face the sound and energy of the armed forces.

Twenty or so human beings who exchange flying magic and hands.

But in the midst of the misery.

Some were talking to Ariel at the crack.

"Would you like to go over there with your sister? Please join our party. Please."

"You're really great? I'd like to hear about your recovery. Is that possible?"

"If you join our party, I'll pay you a separate incentive."

It's hell to be damned.

Despite countless talented people visiting the area over the past year, the fact that the highest number of attack floors is only 54 floors can be seen.

That's the only way up from the top 10 Clans in the world to the master of Clan's [The Myth] line. The difficulty goes without saying.

But now that there's a solution that can easily break through hell.

It was only natural that those who had been targeting the tower for more than a year were excited by Ariel's presence. It just happened to be the worst.

That's when the confusion over the little lady is escalating.

Out of nowhere someone's loud voice burst out of the back.

The tone of a man's voice that makes the fight in the square stop all at once.

"Hey! What are you guys? Who dares yank at our Clan executive?!?"

an intense cry that vibrates heaven and earth

a cold tone with a deep touch of flesh

The crowd turned to one direction in unison.

There stood a group of men and women with scars on their faces.

And

People burst into shock after a while.

at the sight of the badge on their chests

"I... I, Night Illusion?"

"What, what? I'm a Night Illusion..."

"Oh, my God. That's the executive of the Night Illusion!"

"Oh, my God. The Night Illusion is here? At this time?"

people who vent their surprise

a mass struggle that has stopped at once

But people were even more surprised by the lines of the Night's Illusion executive. What the hell did he just say? Did they tell their Clan's executive not to pick on him? Which means... You mean that little boy is a Night Illusion executive?

"Ma, my God..."

"I can't believe that little boy was an executive at the Night Illusion."

"Jae, shit... Did you, uh, do you?"

Jackal opened his mouth.

with a ferocious twist in the middle of one's forehead

People flinch at his fierce eyes.

"Huh? Do you have any complaints? Talk to me if you have any."

a square with only silence

The crowd of hundreds shut up in unison.

Clan's current status is enough to make even birds fly. No one can think of picking a fight with them. Choi Min-hyuk, the Night Illusion's assistant master, was even rumored to have beaten the 10th Army commander one-on-one.

Second generation (1) over.

by world manners

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Ah... I'm so tired today! ;ᄆᄆ;

I'm going to faint like this!

I think I'll fall asleep forever if I sleep fast!

World Manners: Well, that queen over there? I'm sorry, but... Can I ask you something?

Cerdiana: What's wrong? What do you mean? Tell me, bug.

World Manners: Over there. Could you read the three letters on the wall over there?

Cerdiana: Hmm... Where. Blood. Gon. Do you do it?

World Manners: That's it!

Cerdiana: ......

(No news of the author has been heard since then.)