The Tutorial Is Too Hard

As you enter the stage past the campfire room, a long message spreads before your eyes.

[Gateway to 13th floor begins.]

Description: On an unknown volcanic island in the Atlantic Ocean, west of Arkan, the Temple of the Monks of the Duelling Gods is hidden.

This temple is a secret place where monks have been breeding for the completion of nothingness since ancient times.

Challenger, I am confident that the monks will mock their dreams and talents, and that they will be the masters of the perfection of nothing.

Win against the furious monks and prove your point.

[Clear condition]

Win at least 15 rooms.

The 13th floor doesn't look that complicated.

The protagonist of the story has upset the monks and seems to be the theme of fighting the monks to prove his point.

The setting that the protagonist laughed at the monks might be the effect of the negative perception that the God of Duels has of me.

Challengers who are usually positively reacted by the god of duel become welcome here.

That's reasonable.

It is the first time a stage theme involves the god of the tutorial.

I might be able to get some information about the gods of the tutorial from this stage.

Stages that must be won in at least 15 rooms to be cleared.

I wonder how many rooms there could be.

Let's find out.

I looked around the dark stone chamber.

There's nothing.

A dark space without a single candle.

There's no sound.

Strange not to hear the wind.

I already feel no sound in my senses that transcend humans.

Is it designed to be soundproof?

You can see only a small wooden door in front of you.

Other than that, there was absolutely nothing else in prison.

On the tree door, the number '0’ was written.

So this is room zero.

I opened the door and left room zero.

Like the stone chamber, a dark corridor followed.

About five minutes later, a wooden door appeared at the end of the hall.

The number on the tree door is 1.

Room one.

In this way, the stone chamber and corridor are repeated, so the level of trials become stronger.

When I opened the door to room 1, the priest who was sitting on the rack welcomed me.

The room was a dark place with no candles, as if it were natural, but the monk looked me straight in the eye.

[As you were, the arrogant man the Governor spoke of.]

The monk stood up, speaking to me like that.

The hospitality is a mess.

I pulled a little lantern out of my inventory.

Even though the effects of Dark Eye and Implicit Skills can give you vision in the dark, you can't even see the right light in the first place.

I carefully examined the monk's appearance.

2 meters tall.

Solid muscle tone, bare hands.

It reminds me of Tibetan monk.

There is also no armor.

What's remarkable is that the fangs go down below the chin.

You're not human.

Fluffy forehead gear and red skin.

It looked similar to Oni from a Japanese myth.

“I don't know who's cocky. You don't need weapons or armor? ”

[Such arrogance. What do you ask a monk who seeks the drama of nothingness? Relying on such a grip will only interfere with the sheep. It does nothing for true growth.]

You're full of shit.

It is understandable that you will not use armor for a short time to grow your body.

However, do not underestimate the catch.

Weapons are the essence of technology that humans have created and developed to win battles and wars.

There are many other things in this tutorial besides human weapons, but ultimately the same use.

Weapons developed to attack and kill opponents.

How can I challenge the zeal drama without such weapons?

The ultimate nothingness is clear.

The end is only victory.

The destiny of winning and winning is the pinnacle of nothingness.

[You know nothing. Victory is just one phenomenon of nothing.]

That doesn't make any sense.

Victory is everything.

Growth of nothingness is the only way to win.

Why don't you even understand why the true God of the monks, praying for the completion of nothingness, is the God of Duels?

[... Disgusting. I don't want to hear anymore about the ulcer. Listen to your fancy weapon. I will now begin the test.]

“Just tell me about the exam. ”

You put the lantern back into your inventory and say,

[You can defeat or kill this victory and cross over to the next room.]

It's simple.

You hurl the dagger in your waist at the monk's face.

The monk does not respond properly to the dagger thrown in the air without any preparatory action.

He hurriedly managed to swing the dagger away, but the time was too late.

The center of gravity shifts back.

The lower back became more rearward than the knee, and the shoulders were more rearward than the waistline.

As soon as I threw the dagger, I ran forward and pulled the spear out of my inventory.

The length of the spear soon allowed the monk to enter the range.

As soon as the monk entered the exact end of the range, he stabbed the spear briefly.

The spear pierces the monk's heart.

That was it.

The fallen monk bled from his chest and saved him.

I don't think you'll ever get the drama of nothingness.

Even in the first room, I'm a little disappointed.

Room 2 opened the door and left room 1 hoping to satisfy me a little more.

* * *

The monks could then be defeated without difficulty in the next room or the next.

The monks didn't come at my pace, so it was a natural outcome.

It wasn't until I arrived in the fifth room that I met a monk following my speed a little.

But it was not a threat.

Sweep -

The monk, who is bleeding blood from his neck, quickly retreats back.

A little shallow?

No, not shallow

In consideration of the monk's movements, you strike.

Hmm... If it wasn't my fault.

Let's check it out.

I approached the monk again and stabbed him through the spear.

This time, the tip of the spear clearly pierced the monk's neck.

I pressed down on the monk's body on the floor.

As expected, my skin is tough.

No, you can't just be tough.

Skin is firm.

Like a steel plate.

Even the muscles under the skin and bones had a texture like steel rather than body parts.

It was not actually made of mineral-like solids.

It was just a solid body with a similar level of minerals.

Even the innards had strange durability.

It does not appear to be a body made of training.

Born with this body.

That's amazing.

In the meantime, you can't tell because you've taken care of the Magical Strike by putting it through a critical hit.

It is a great advantage to have a naturally stronger body.

It can be overcome with skill, skill, and magical power.

But that's the story of my superiority over the other.

A good bass wins with a similar level of skill.

If a heavyweight boxer of the same skill and a federal-grade boxer fight, who will win?

Born in this absurd body, they discuss the completion of nothingness, ignoring the usefulness of weapons?

It's a blasphemous theory.

[The Duelling God clears his throat.]

He seems to agree on something.

I sat down and carefully examined the body of the monk.

We don't know the name of the species, but we need to know their characteristics.

Monks are noticeably stronger each time they pass through a room.

Minimum Clear Requirement is winning 15 rooms.

Near the 15th room, a monk of similar skill may appear.

We need to gather enough information about our worthy enemies.

I dissected the corpse and examined whether there were any major differences from the human body and different joint structures.

[The god of duel is offended.]

[The god of slowness revolts against someone.]

Someone the god of slowness is angry with doesn't need to know the message.

Disgusting or not, don't interfere with a man's work.

[Min Hyuk Kim, 30th Floor: Are you busy?]

[Hojae Lee, 13th Floor: I was busy until now.]

[Min Hyuk Kim, 30th floor: When did you go to the 13th floor again? Do you have a minute to talk?]

[Hojae Lee, 13th Floor: Hey, what's going on?]

Recently, Min-hyuk Kim was really busy, so I didn't have time to talk properly.

The last thing I said to you was a long time ago.

[Min Hyuk Kim, 30th Floor: I learned about the unknown event.]

Come on, already?

[Hojae Lee, 13th Floor: I've learned some information this time.]

Information I've heard from Kirikiri.

Second, I gave Kim Min-hyuk a clue that he was a foreigner.

[Min Hyuk Kim, 30th Floor: Why is this so short? You started with all the other information, and then you started with the leftover allotment, right?]

Chet, this is why I don't want anyone noticing me so fast.

[Min Hyuk Kim, 30th floor: Anyway, this is a new clue. I'll keep digging. Oh, I've made the community aware of your findings about the event.]

You already made it public?

I thought it might be a good idea to gather a little more information and then release it.

I took the towel out of my inventory, brushed off some of the blood on my hands and arms, and left room 5.

Sitting in the corridor between rooms 5 and 6, I decided to do a quick yoga while looking at the community.

First, I pulled out a wide heatsink and mug from my inventory.

I poured milk on the mug and sprinkled chocolate powder.

When I was in junior high, I drank this chocolate powder when I got milk from school, but I don't know if it would taste similar.

The mug is placed on an exothermic rock and the milk is warmed.

Finally, I took the bag of raisins out of my inventory.

I've been doing well while eating only jerky, but I wanted to eat something delicious because of my memory on the 12th floor.

However, I could not reproduce the food Edie had cooked.

If I'm going to make such a dish, I'll need related skills, not ingredients.

But I don't want to eat only tasteless preserved food.

Ultimately, this is how I came up with it.

Cooking to the extent that I can succeed without ruining the food.

I don't know if I can call this cooking.

You can sprinkle powder on the milk and heat the milk with fever stones.

Next time you summon Edie, you'll have to take cooking seriously.

I made that determination and grabbed the milk.

Not as sweet as I thought, but worth a drink.

I opened the community by tearing the bag of raisins.

[Announcement//Information about the new consolidation event ‘Competition’.]

It looks like the event name is competing.

The announcement contained information that the vigilantes had learned about the competition so far.

The holding date is before the 5th car.

All contestants.

May not attend.

Withdrawal is possible.

There is a prize for the winner of the competition.

Prizes are estimated to be some kind of skill.

No information yet on the rules of the tournament.

The information obtained by the vigilantes through the manager.

As a matter of quota of information, it was some constrained or shortened information.

But we've got all the information we need.

All you have to do is figure out the rules of the race.

Perhaps you can also get some information on the rules before this car passes.

There are plenty of vigilantes left to clear the stage in this car.

The community was buzzed with stories about the competition.

There were concerns about the contest, but there were a lot of positive reactions, whether it was inability to participate and abstain, and whether the vigilantes thought that whatever happened would be dealt with.

It is similar to the situation in the community before the first day of the meeting.

Everyone is chatting like children before the picnic.

At that time, a new piece of information was posted to the community.

It was not the vigilante, but the information the challenger uncovered.

[Choon-hee Lee: The rules of competition are called individual or group fights. I just heard from my manager.]

The community burned again.

No, it was already burning, but it was more intense.

Soon, people became interested in the prize of the contest, and the expectation of who would win the contest changed.

Of course, the most mentioned name was my name.

The names of the other rankers on the Hard difficulty level have also been discussed.

No matter how hard the Hell difficulty, it was fairly fair to argue that I, a 12-story player, would be weaker than a high-altitude player on hard difficulty.

Seeing people arguing, "You're right, I'm right," my heart got a little complicated.

Why are you talking to me like that and carving me up?

There are people who have nothing to do with me.

Phew.

Of course I win.