The Strongest Level 0 Aikido Practitioner, Now, Here I Come to a Different World!

"What the hell is my life..."

Thin dirty T-shirts that don't even do a lot of laundry on bossy hair, and worn sneakers that don't even know how long ago I bought them with worn out jeans.

Walk like a foolish young man with such a silly appearance.

His life was just a whole bottom street. He dropped out because high school is boring, he quit in three days without even being familiar with the company he entered in at his parents' cone, and then went on to live Neat's life without a job for years, but after his parents finally stuck him in three and a half lines and kicked him out of the house, he rents a two-and-a-half borough apartment instead of a quadruplet of toilet joints without a bathroom, and continues to live that day with an appropriately daily part-time job.

But he also celebrated his twenty-fifth birthday this year and was finally starting to question his life.

But that's not why he takes any action - only Web novels that can be read for free were turned into his only pleasure. I still watch the novel on my smartphone while walking with that in mind.

(I was summoned to rebirth like that too ~)

And while reading a novel and fantasizing about such an intangible dream, I also think about this.

"Instead, this is the only web novel you're loading, so wouldn't it be easier to write a novel that everyone would notice if I wrote it? I was reincarnated, strongest, in Harlem... maybe I can reverse one shot!

He was a young man who stumbled and accidentally stretched his tail, but at that time someone's scream struck him in the ear.

"Oh, hey you! How dare you blur in the middle of a road like that! It's dangerous!"

"To?"

Unexpectedly voices out of place. Then a shitty crackling noise from his side. There's an approaching truck there when you circle your neck.

Apparently the young man had jumped out in the middle of the road at some point concentrating too much on his smartphone - looking at the iron mass looming in front of him, Tadanomasar understood that death was about to come upon him...

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"Oh, no - I can't believe the Jewel Dragon is here..."

"Gwwwwwwww! Isn't this another little girl who seems to say a lot? Come on, where shall I eat you from! Your head! Your gut! Or shall I eat you galloping from your ass!

Hii! and the cat-eared girl leaks a scream. A tail bouncing out of the back of a skirt about knee length was blubbering and trembling.

She is a little girl with customary brown hair. The kung fu of the year was in the early teens or so - there was a dragon in front of such a girl, wrapped all over her body in a beautiful gemstone-like scale.

One mountain has a figure that is likely to be spare and produces diamond horns from the forehead in crystal-like longitudinal eyes.

From the great jaw gate, which seems to swallow a hundred or so people preferentially if it's about the cat-eared girl being targeted right now, even Adamantite had silver fangs that chewed up sparingly, and the majestic tail, which could be devastated if it was about a village with a goose, also told the story of its rigidity.

The dragon overlooking the girl in front of her was too desperate for her. The girl is not equipped to fight for her looks, and the outfit seems narrow to say one way or another.

All such a girl could do was pray that she would not suffer precisely and travel to the afterlife.

"Well, have you given up? Unclogged, but rather proud to be the strongest absolute king like me, at the apex of all the food chains, the supreme power of the Dragon Nation and eaten by its ultimate being."

After stating so with much dignity, the dragon spread its big mouth towards the girl.

The cat-eared girl closed her eyelids gnawed and waited as if she had become a small animal when she was preyed upon.

"Oh, boy, you're giving up so fast."

But - the moment didn't come as long as the girl waited to live, and when she opened her eyes softly, a boy with dark hair and dark eyes stood in front of her.

Yes, while holding the jaw of this vicious and desperate strongest dragon with one hand and one foot.

"... Huh? Huh? Oh, that, oh, that legendary jewel dragon, so light-"

"The legendary dragon? Is this it? Oh, boy. You don't look like such a big deal to me. To the extent that he made an exquisite lizard of himself."

That being said, the man let go of his hand from the jewel dragon, which was breathing painfully with the fugafuga, and kicked his mandible as far as he could think.

With that blow, what a jewel dragon is launched far above.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! Give me that jewel dragon, do it with your bare hands!

"No, it's a leg, to be exact."

He tells the girl like there's nothing going on. Then I let my cat's ears pin up and half-open my mouth and shudder.

"Yep, yep, yep, yep! The human spirit makes this supreme and ultimate! Kick this jewel dragon of the absolute predator that even that god fears with his inferior legs and more! You're ready to die, no, you don't even live to die! I guess you're ready to taste despair!

"Peppy, Peppy, you're a loud lizard. Don't talk like a human being to a lizard habit. It's depressing."

"...... kukakakakakakakakakaka! I'm surprised, man! I didn't know humans could slap me down that far. Fine! Then I will beat you to absolute despair. Okay? My level is 45 million! You know what this means? If I'm serious, it's easy to turn this neighborhood into scorched earth!

"Well, I can't believe it's level 45 million... even S-ranked arm-written adventurers say it's so miraculous to exceed level 100 - it's such a lame mess..."

The cat ear girl stuck despair on its face, rattling and trembling - but the man rubbed his back of his head against the jewel dragon and opened his mouth.

"But it looks a lot great at about level 45 million, but what does that mean? 45 million or so, if you throw a stone around it, it's about to hit someone, right?

"Nah!?"

Girl stunned by the man's words. And the jewel dragon above is shaking with a pull.

"You! I won't forgive you anymore! Then take that and take my level 45 million braces! Burn to your soul!

Jewel Dragon said so, breathing in as much as he could and exhaling his heat shielding breath at the man. Huge flames swallow men at high speeds without precipitation, and their bodies are wrapped in melameras and mighty firepillars.

"Oh, no..."

'Well, tell me something great. To this extent? Especially in front of this level 45 million braces -'

"What's in front of you? Oh, come on. You're telling me this is that 45 million brace? Oh, my God. I don't even think Autumn Fish is gonna burn like this.

To the words returned by the man, nah!? and Jewel Dragon stunned, and the girl with the cat ears puckered her mouth like a goldfish.

"Then, silly, my braces don't work?

"Hmm, is this the brace? Then I'll tell you what a real brace I am."

Then the man recessed his stomach and accumulated all the atmosphere around him into his lungs. That even sucked in the flames of the jewel dragon - I thought it was directed at the dragon over the sky, spitting out the braces at once.

The breath exhaled by the man whirled in a spiral, and even the flames of the jewel dragon rolled into a giant flame whirlwind and swallowed a giant jewel dragon.

The scary thing about this breath is that the man's overwhelming lung vitality was turning the exhaled breath itself into a sharp blade.

This caused the giant jewel dragon to be scorched with a scorching flame, and further torn to pieces by a blade of air - how desperate and shot down only by the man's exhaled breath.

The whispering ground rang around him, but the man is a cool face.

But only the cat-eared girl who watched the whole thing was taken away.

"Oh, oh, such a jewel dragon, the level 45 million jewel dragon is so light..."

"Yeah? What are you surprised about that? I don't know what this is all about.

"No! No, no, no, no! That's not true! Jewel dragons are a hell of a dragon if the kingdom is normal, and no, countries all over the continent can work together and still probably more than 90% of all races in the country die and manage to take it to a match! I've never heard of it by myself..."

"Hmm, really? It didn't even seem like such a great opponent..."

He is a man who leaks his confused voice while scratching his jaw with Polypoli. But, well, give it back gently.

"By the way, what am I supposed to do with this wreckage? You want to throw it away somewhere? Or should I burn it?

"!? And it's outrageous! That dragon is like a gem all over its body! And it's amazing how you defeated the Jewel Dragon! You should go to the city and report to the Adventurers Guild!

"Hmm, Adventurer Guild... I don't really want to stand out."

"Hey, keep it that way. It's unusual... Oh, but I can't carry it as soon as it's this big."

"No, you don't have a problem. Here."

With that said, the man has erased the giant jewel dragon.

Besides, she is still a girl who cannot hide her surprises.

"Nyah! Where the hell did the dragon disappear!?"

"Oh, I turned it into an item box. That's not what I meant, is it?

"Sometimes! What kind of item box is that? Be the first to ask!?"

"Really? It's a little small enough to throw clutter into different spaces, isn't it?

"Nha... I also think I've heard there's such a thing magically. But I'm sure even the Archmage and the respected can't let a giant dragon like the Jewel Dragon in..."

"No, no, that's an exaggeration. Well, look, I guess I'll just go and do it with that city. Can I ask you to show me around? Eh..."

"Ni! Ni! Ni! Sorry I'm late in introducing myself. And thanks for your help..."

He is a man with strange eyes at a girl who dyes her cheeks to a pearl and says such a thing.

"Wow, my name is Persia, and I live in an orphanage in the city of jewellery just down the mountain."

"Well, in the orphanage..."

With that said, she is a girl who is seriously mozzled by its gaze at Persia.

"Um, may I ask your name?

"Yeah? Yeah, right, what I did was inadvertent. My name is Masaru. Good to see you again, Persia."

That being said, Massal accidentally strokes Persia's head.

Then Persia's face became much hotter.

"Oops, I'm sorry. She was adorable and she stroked me."

"Or adorable..."

"Sorry about that. I won't do it anymore."

"Nah! I don't mind! I want you to keep stroking me!

"Yeah? No, but it's annoying, right?

"That's not true! Ugh, I'm glad!

Masaru continued to stroke for a while, even though he thought about it, I'm sure the cat-eared girl was also in the habit of having her head stroked instead of greeting her.

That said, as the sun went down even as he continued to stroke it, Massal cut it up in a good place in Kiri and headed to the city of jewellery with guidance from Persia, who looked like he was going to regret it.