Using My God Skill “Breathing” to Level Up, I Will Challenge the Dungeon of the Gods

In the woods were a woman wearing white monk clothes and a cane, "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh", and a man wearing a silk hat on a tuxedo.

Surrounded by a herd of goblins. That number, five.

Men don't seem to be able to fall and move. A monk woman is leaning on her knees. It's not safe as it is.

- A monk and one of the colorless "mundane"!?

Why are ordinary people in the dungeon, and on the fifth floor? And I doubt it, but I don't have time for that.

I scream at Prine as I run.

"Shoot me some magic so I don't hit them!

"Ha, ha, so, in time!

"I'll stop!

Focus on your feet for more acceleration. But it's still a step too late. Goblin is still waving his stick up to the monk.

Then!

- [Battle moves] Money investment "Zeninague"!

Bing.

And a plurality of round coins appeared over his left hand resting on his hips, and he flew it with his right hand so as to grope it.

Shhh!

Boom, and the heads of the goblins blow. All five, almost simultaneously. My tossed coins blew right into their heads.

"Ahhh!

Monks screaming at sudden events.

Naturally because the head of the monster who was about to attack himself suddenly blew up.

War moves, money investment "Zeninague".

I tried not to think about it, but, well, I knew what it would do when I got the skills.

This is a 'throw your possession as a weapon' coin 'move. The higher the job level, the more powerful it will be, but it will naturally increase the amount spent.

Adventurers enter the Dungeon Guild when they defeat monsters or do quests. This move is not about real money, it's about spending that amount. Perhaps the money you earned from defeating the monster today has disappeared in the current one.

It was a very convenient, but also an awesome, destructive overall attack with a fast range of attacks, but it was a move that didn't fit well in terms of amount. Ten goblins have to be knocked down to throw that one. Ah, no. I don't want to think about it.

Well.

"Are you all right?

Reach out to the monk sitting on the ground nagging.

She's a beautiful, tender-looking blonde.

The monk looked up at me, looked at the hand I offered him, looked at me again,

- Yes, sir.

and took my hand, as if I had fallen in love somehow.

"Um, warrior. What's your name?"

"It's Larna."

"Dear Larna...... Nice name......"

Po, and the monk who turns red.

What's the matter? Did you take the poison?

"My name is Martina. Martina Hingy, monk level seven."

"I'm Warrior Level 15. There was a..."

and see the prine running from behind.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, slow, ha, pretty?

The prine that chased him saw how me and Mr. Martina were doing.

………………………………

Did it make any sense to solidify for a moment, soot, and grab my arm close to me, and lean back to show it to Mr. Martina?

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The falling tuxedo man was a gray-haired uncle. It feels like a sinister dandy.

He is bleeding with an arrow in his belly. It looks painful.

"You're going to potion"

When I try to retrieve an item,

"No, not at all."

"Really?

"Yes, if only there weren't monsters..."

Mr. Martina begins praying with a cane.

"- Here is the miracle of God. Healing" Heels "

When I put my hand close to my uncle's wound and said so, the hand began to glow.

Recovery magic.

That's a monk. My uncle's wounds were clogged and he eventually woke up.

"Oh, Master Martina. Am I still alive?"

"Yeah, Jiji. You can't die here."

Yes, smile, and gently stroke your uncle's cheek, Mr. Martina.

It's called this atmosphere, it's called divinity, it's called inclusiveness, it's still a few minutes since we met, but I tease about the overflowing maternal "bubble."

"Thank you. Dear Larna, may I thank you..."

"We're the same adventurers, and when we're in trouble, we're each other."

Basically, adventurers help each other.

I also got a lot of potions from senior adventurers on the first day of the offense.

Though I haven't met the rumor "Tsuji Healer (the one who only uses healing magic to leave)" yet.

My uncle, called Jiji, stood up.

Take the silk hat and thank me. [M]

"Thank you, warrior. My name is Jij Fernandez. I am the servant of Martina."

"Rana Plata. Warrior level 15. This is the magician's prine. Level six."

"Regards"

Pepper, and a bowing prine.

I asked.

"Why is colorless better in the dungeon? Even though it's a squire, isn't it dangerous?

Then Mr. Jiji was surprised,

"- Ha ha. You can't help being such a nari. Actually, I'm still an adventurer."

"Oh, really? I'm sorry about that. Then what job..."

And, as Mr. Jiji twirled his silk hat for a spin, a white dove flew away from inside.

grin, and smile.

"I'm a 'clown'. Level eight."

"A clown, you know..."

useless, barely swallowed the word.

"This is what the Alliance explains. - It'll be fun to be there."

"Yes, indeed. But the initial gear seemed more flashy..."

In a red and yellow costume, he should have worn a hat broken up into two strands and a paint or mask on his face.

Jiji shrugged her shoulders and shook her head exaggerated.

"You can't dress like that very well. It's like a clown."

Or maybe a tuxedo in a dungeon...

"Dear Larna,"

Mr. Martina, the monk, calls me.

"I have a favor to ask you"

Jiji pinched his mouth.

"Dear Martina,"

"It's good, Jiji. It is also the thought of God that I have seen you here. I've decided."

Look at me again, Mr. Martina.

With a determined look, I say:

"This floor - could you throw a party to defeat the fifth tier boss?

Prine grabbed my hand.

Well.