Wortenia Senki (WN)

Meadow area stretching out in front of you.

Something huge black that wants to flatten in its magnificent scenery is traveling through the earth as it sounds.

(I see, it's definitely big...... is that the big eater "Big Eater"?)

Kevin's eyes staring softly out of the rock shadow at the front show Mukade's monster running with countless legs and tactile sensations.

Would it be a few hundred meters away at a distance?

An ugly look that makes you nauseous. The other day, a unique name officially designated by the Alliance comes to mind.

(Fifteen meters...... no. Is it close to twenty meters? If you're going to end Mukade, it's best to crush it, but you can't trample that one on a boulder with your feet)

I think of myself stepping on that big muckade, and Kevin laughs unwittingly.

It won't be impossible to step on Mukade's head in and of itself because he's not as tall as he is, but I don't think he's going to be stepped on very well. No, even if I stepped on it, it's that giant. While it can be said that some guys his age are relatively disappointed in their weight, they are more likely not to feel any itching at about Kevin's weight.

(Destroy the balance by targeting one foot from the Stone Street Melee? Either way, you won't be able to do anything about that quickness)

That fierce aggressiveness in making surprisingly agile moves.

Conversely, there would be a better chance of being bitten quickly and sayonara up and down the body.

If we do not blunt that mukade's movements by any means first, the results are visible, assuming we have brought them into the melee.

(If this is the rock, it's best to drop the rock, seal the movement, and stab slowly... but you can't)

Kevin's eyes look around him.

Surrounded by a scenic meadow area. It's not a very rockfall terrain.

(When that happens, is it later the front breakthrough by martial arts or the use of grammar to praise hands? Well, there won't be anything to do from the front... well)

Softly he turned his gaze behind him, and Kevin sighed small.

(I would either use grammar to stop me or use traps to lure me in... Which would Captain Rick choose...)

It's a big bet to come to a job where you've risked your life with someone who hasn't broken your trust.

The power of the individual is unknown, and anxiety remains over collective collaboration.

Nevertheless, what Kevin now belongs to is a clan [Aotearoa Cloud] that specializes in undertaking his work as an adventurer such as monster crusade and resource extraction. Its leader, Rick, has a reputation for being one of the first adventurers currently operating in Roselia.

Rick, the individual's guild rank has a double A, as well as a single-A rating as a whole clan. This is a higher rating than the members of the [Red Lion] who trained Kevin.

Of course, there is a difference in stance between a mercenary and an adventurer, and although the rank of the Alliance does not necessarily lead directly to the strength or weakness of an individual, it is unlikely that the people who have reached this rank will be weak.

(Well, I guess I'll have to try there... well, either way, I finally have a prey that I'm willing to kill.)

Anxiety and exhilaration rock Kevin's body.

Tough muscle strength characteristic of insect species in crusts that are also comparable to steel armor. That mukade that combines both is just a living nightmare.

But that doesn't mean that the great muckade is a predator who belongs to the absolute upper echelon.

It is not only fortunate that a species that can even be physically described as fragile, a man, dominates the majority of this earth world.

There were several plans floating behind Kevin's brain to tailor that big muckade.

There are mountains of more dangerous organisms living in the depths of the Waltenia Peninsula. You can't survive a monster like that.

Whether he looks like a mid-teen butt-blue kid, the real-life experience he has is real.

Two and a half months after Waltenia Peninsula. Nature and face mellow before finally the crucified prey.

"What do you say, Kevin? This is the Big Eater that was recently certified as a specific dangerous species of the Alliance. This is the prey."

A wild man's voice sounded from behind, and Kevin was slapped on the shoulder.

At that moment, Kevin's expression changes instantly. That's the look on the face of the weak impregnated to the core of the bone.

(Oops, yummy yummy... 'cause you can't hit me bad)

Kevin slowly turned around, suppressing the exhilaration that gushed his prey forward.

Now Kevin is an amateur child with a cover story called The Hidden Child of the Fallen Knight.

"Yeah, I didn't think it was that big... are you sure you want to deal with that one? Captain Rick."

A voice mixed with confusion and a little fear.

That's the same look that comes to mind when a recruit heads to the battlefield for the first time.

In those eyes is an armed group of men and women. Here comes Kevin's number one and number two clan.

A short-pruned, short-haired, middle-aged man turned his gaze to Kevin, which contained tea eyesight.

"Yeah, and it's not just big. Epidermis are not bad armor. On top of being so stiff, they have insect species and tacky vitality. Though it was originally just muckade, it would be pretty bad if I grew up that far. I don't use grammar because I have low intelligence, but that's the only threat to my muscle strength on that hard crust. I don't know if it's true or not, but the biggest guy ever confirmed in the records kept in the guild, he was comparable to the lower phantom and dragon species. Originally it was a tiny muckade..."

"Is it a dragon..."

There are life forms in the earth world called different dragon species, from lower dragons to upper dragon kings, but their power is so powerful that it is not even at the feet of humans and others.

There are few numbers and few opportunities for people to see their territory because they rarely leave it, but the damage is immense once they get rampant. Villages and towns return to ashes, and if you deal with them wrong, the country will surely lean.

Because the damage caused by dragon species is called dragon damage and is seen as the same natural disaster as typhoons and earthquakes.

Though the Waltenian Peninsula, known as the Demonic Realm, Kevin the Boulder has no experience with dragons either.

No, even as far back as the age of mythology, less than a hundred people look around the history of the earth world for thousands of years, such as humans who fought and survived dragons.

Kevin accidentally swallowed his spit at the threatening man's words.

"Well, the story now is a joke, but if you leave it like this, you won't have to joke about any of it. I don't usually see a big guy like that in public, but sometimes he crawls out. You know why?

As if enjoying Kevin's reaction like that, Rick asks, floating a net.

"Yeah, you mean you remembered the taste of people's meat, right?

Nothing increases one's own power to feed the lives of others.

No, it would not be an exaggeration to say that insects and beasts benefit more strongly from it than people.

The principle of weak and strong eating.

Eaten and killed. Strong men who have won such a survival competition.

Still, it wouldn't matter this far if it were normal.

Though it's a world where people can beat dragons, there are hundreds or millions of possibilities for it to happen. No, one miracle in billions.

It's such a small possibility that you can assure me that the more probabilistic you talk about it, the more impossible it is.

But that doesn't mean it's impossible, nor is the benefit given only to a race called man.

Sometimes the Goddess of Destiny gives a frightening power to the life of a tiny one.

Enough to overturn the laws of the food chain...

"That's right. You seem to be studying a lot for your newbie. You're right, the guy who ate adventurers and mercenaries in the woods comes crawling out remembering the taste. The adventurers and mercenaries who have absorbed life and increased their level are the prey of their outfits."

Rick nods satisfactorily at Kevin's answer.

Aside from whether it tastes good, is it easy to absorb vivacity, or is it another reason, it is true that people seem to be dressed bait for organisms that have been able to have a certain power.

That's why people have to fight to survive.

"Besides, I've only been able to confirm it so far, and there's about five of us in return. There are several adventurers who have not returned from the woods where they were supposedly, so there are more than ten victims. It's only natural that the Alliance has asked us to crusade first."

Kevin continues to be threatened with words as a woman with a soft grin whose expression is perfect: luscious.

She is a talented woman with long wavy blonde hair tied up and golden edged glasses.

Kevin couldn't help but look at Anastasia's words, the number two of the clan [clouds in the sky].

"Can you really hunt with this number of people? Wouldn't it be better if we had a few more people?"

Kevin's gaze is poured on the men with the weapons in their hands.

That number is about twenty.

I just said that the average team "party" is composed of four to ten people, so it will be calculated that there are two groups of people gathered on this occasion.

I'm not calling it a small number, but I can never say it's a lot.

Kevin thought he could tell from their ranks that he was a warrior in the war, but still wasn't enough to deal with that class directly from the front.

(If you want to discuss that class, I want this double the number of people at least)

I'd like to have a 50-member formation if possible. A gaze full of anxiety and worry pours on Anastasia.

That was half acting and half serious.

Kevin's not going to be afraid of that big muckade, but he's not going to look sweet either.

In fact, Kevin has picked up a bunch of monsters in that class when he was on the Waltenia Peninsula with his buddies in the past.

But that's only the result of diving through blood training with trusted allies tied together in tighter ties than blood.

It's been less than two months since Kevin joined Clan [Aotearoa Cloud]. I know that this clan has a high reputation in the Alliance, and I know some of their power in my previous relationships, but it's hard to say that I fully understand them.

And lack of cooperation sometimes causes fatal situations.

(Do you really have a chance... if you suck, you just have to disappear with Sassa. You can't die without fulfilling your life.)

If you can pull, don't fight with no chance of winning. The teachings are staining Kevin's body.

Hiding the exhilaration of wanting to hunt that mukade, Kevin uttered a cautious theory.

But I guess that Kevin's attitude just seems like a rookie's specific anxiety from Rick and the others.

"What's up, freaked out? Look, there's nothing wrong with following Anastasia's lead. Well, I know how you feel, but don't look so anxious. You're gonna fall."

"It's okay. You should focus on your work."

That said, Rick laughs as lavishly as if he were going to slap Kevin on the back and blow his anxiety. Then he took Anastasia with him with a soft grin and turned back to his companions.

"Can't you do this any more... well, I can't help it"

I'd love to get a detailed description of the operation if it were supposed to be, but if my rookie Kevin asks for it, he'd have an unnatural impression of it.

(Now, do you have enough strength to meet your expectations, or would you like to see the arrangement between the two of you?)

Kevin's lips hung as he stared at the backs of two distant people, with a fluttering grin unlike any of the newcomers.

Just a secret life sent down by one Lord on his chest.