Yakudatazu Skill ni Jinsei o Sosogikomi 25-nen, Imasara Saikyou no Boukentan Midori Kashi no Akira

The size of the dungeon is said to be determined by the distance from the "coma hole".

Deep and large if close, shallow and small if far away.

And naturally, the smaller and shallower the dungeon, the faster it occurs, and the easier it is to get irritated due to capacity.

So it can easily cause a monster outbreak as well.

The cave of little ghosts that occurs within three hours of Boundary Street leaves monsters overflowing for about a month.

For this reason, the offensive was also stipulated to be carried out within a month.

Specifically, challenges of up to three F-ranked party groups will be recognized, with a deadline of ten days per party.

And when they all fail, it's how the top ranks are asked to dominate.

The important thing here is that this little ghost cave is a nasty disaster for Boundary Street, while at the same time serving as a simple mine that springs up on the first of the month.

Unlike normal mines, however, there is no pollution from waste to the surrounding area without the great effort of digging the pits.

I don't need to bury it after I've picked it out further, and it disappears on its own.

In the meantime, the quality is not so high, but the quality of the ore is quite high, so the amount used in the border area was sufficient.

Until some ore can therefore be picked, there can also be a strange contradiction that the Lord of the Labyrinth should not be defeated.

The Adventurer's Bureau sends adventurers to temporarily remove hazards from the dungeons and create an environment where ore mining is easy.

The blacksmith union, which bought mining rights from the bureau, hires miners to procure the materials they use.

Incidentally, the woodcutters can be seconded from the woodworkers' union, which likewise bought the logging rights.

In the case of a cave of little ghosts who disappear or appear most unlike the forest, mining rights are bought and sold on a daily basis.

In other words, it's a trick that takes time to attack the dungeons and the Adventurers Bureau makes that much money when the miners' work doesn't go very far.

For this reason, the party challenging the Little Ghost's Cave is turned to the first half of the group preferentially due to lack of experience and strength.

And in the second half of the group, mapping and mining also go some way, and the difficulty drops dramatically.

In other words, while the discoverer was a priority, it was sometimes under such circumstances that Tor's party was able to challenge him.

If the attack fails, the priority of the kid's right to challenge the cave that occurred the following month will be lowered.

Thor's promotion was almost dropped off for more than a month soon, though he seems to have taken into account a little more ground.

In these respects, the Adventurers Bureau can still be said to be an unafraid opponent.

Perhaps with the ten-day limit due to the usual three sets of challenges, it is likely that the Tors had failed to dominate.

That was the fifteenth because it was only two sets of challenges this month.

"Come on, it's my last day, but is my temple standing? Plain hero."

"You came all the way here to drop me off?

"Yeah, it's not natural. 'Cause he's a good enemy."

"This one hasn't done anything yet enough to call you a good opponent, but you have a lot of good intentions, ma'am."

"Are you kidding me? You are, aren't you?

A red-haired woman with her hands on her hips and her chest stretched, and a tea horn youth following behind it.

It is unclear what means were used, but apparently the challenging party was narrowed down to two sets thanks to these noisy negotiations between the two we met at the Adventurers Bureau the other day.

He was supposed to be the one to thank, but on the contrary, he felt like he was going to get angry and Tor kept a silent scratch under his chin.

"Hello, Bettina"

"How have you been? Sola. Oh, you look great in that torso."

"Uh heh, is that right?

"Yeah, that's a lot of good stuff. Next time, will you introduce me to the store? And Betty will be fine with me."

"Yes, shall we go with you, Mr. Betty?"

Once before, Sola and the others are already familiar with each other because they have appeared in the name of hostile inspection.

"Moo looks good, too. It's small, though."

"Hey!"

"Ouch. Why is this kid always beating me up?

"Moo can't be a rival!

"That's a great heart, Master Moo. Let me give you some candy for the reward."

"Godan is a good one! You can use Moo as a kobun."

"I'm very attracted to you, because I'm your daughter's servant."

Moo getting candy balls from a young man and corny in his mouth and sola chatting with a redhead woman looking fun.

The tension that is about to challenge the Lord of the Labyrinth seems to be completely relaxed.

Thor turned his foot to the cave for his final exploration, thanking the pair with all his heart.

The miner's chief had reported that the required quantity had already been mined.

It could be accomplished in half a month, so much so that it was deeply appreciated that it saved quite a bit.

"Okay, I'm coming"

"Follow me!

"Masu!

"Be careful!

"Good luck, old man!

"I believe it's okay, but don't push it, Mr. Thor"

"I don't think it's possible to lose here, but good luck at best."

"It's kind of you, but when Tor triumphs, we're sure to lose."

"Well, then you just have to try a new battle!

Thor and his men go through the darkness as they are dropped off by various voices.

First of all, the layer I'm used to going through, crisp and controlled.

Do not hurry to restore the number of times magic and magic moves are available, then go down to the second level.

I'll spend an hour touring here, too, defeating the Hobgoblins without leaving them.

And we recover once in a while, then head for the southeast aisle.

Slowly descending, it became a large square.

Looks like the only three floors are in this room.

Because the moss on the walls and ceilings is pale and luminous, you can see every corner well without turning on the demonic stone lamp.

The ground is flat and there are no noticeable holes or outstretches.

Behind the square is a stand-up monster - Chief Hobgoblin.

Similar to the one I saw before, he's clutching a bone stick clutching the fur of an armored pig.

The moment I saw the black hole behind it, Tor's body shivered slightly.

The ground is extinguished, as cut in a pompous circle.

Something blacker than darkness instead, where it was filled.

Frowning at the drifting signs, Thor is convinced that it is a hole.

It was also understood that that hole, which at the same time creates discomfort, is in no way incompatible with the raw ones.

"Do you want to start? Moo, please."

"Lai!"

Children who were looking around the area with Kyorokyoro activate the < thunder needle > on Tor's call.

Then the purple snake, < Electric thorn >, is also called.

Over the past fifteen days, Moo's skill points have exceeded a thousand, so he can master them at the same time.

"Don't be too uptight, Sola."

"Uh, already! I wasn't motivated."

Tor pulled out his sword and hung loosely after a small grin on the girl who only slightly fluttered her cheeks.

Say nothing more and walk out with Stasta.

The waiting hobgoblin chief is about two heads taller than Thor.

There would be a similar difference in reach.

From his physique, he also weighs distinctly differently.

One blow should be considered to weigh more than double.

Pig fur hard on thick muscle walls.

Durability may be beyond iron armor.

Is the only thing that Thor seems to be winning about is the speed and sharpness of the sword strike?

But that was enough.

You noticed the approaching intruder, the monster slowly wandered.

The eyeballs move glitter, capturing Thor's appearance.

But without a bare gesture to worry about, Tor doesn't loosen his feet.

Step flat into that time.

A stick that is swung down with the roar.

If you hit it, it'll bounce like a bloody balloon. It'll fly.

Maximum speed.

Stuffed with distance in an instant, Thor steps in with his half body and brings it into his own time.

Shake up the iron sword held with both hands and strike out sharply the wrist holding the stick of the hobgoblin chief.

The blade of Tor flashed in the sky when the movement stopped slightly.

Leveraging the recoil that struck his wrist, he slashes his jaw straight up from the bottom.

Instantly return the wrist and turn the sword tip track into a poke.

Having ascertained the feeling of a blade tip eating into his neck, Tor immediately kicks the ground to retract his body.

A beat late, the stick passed by with great momentum where Tor was standing.

It was the same standing around as before, but the results were different.

Green blood was quietly pouring out of Chief Hobgoblin's jaw and neck, the flank he cut as he lowered to it.

"... now you owe me back"

Thor, who had a successful triple strike, grumbled bossly.

I don't seem to know what that word means, but I seem to have received it as provoked.

As the monster peeled out his teeth and shook his face, the blood flow that was dripping down his body surface stopped perfectly.

The meat is flourishing and blocking the wounds.

If it had been a condition with the previous one, we would have also been able to use the hole in the outer wall to hit the stone base on its head.

But there's nothing here that seems to be available.

Unless you managed to inflict a fatal wound, no matter what you think, you had no chance of beating Tor.

"Toe, hang in there."

To Moo's sudden cheer, Thor turns his chills and gaze behind his back.

The young child was waving his hands and supporting Tor diligently.

Next to it, Sora, who grabbed the wand so hard, stares at it with a serious look.

Thor takes with his back the feelings of his companions who have followed him without complaining about the harsh hunt of the past six months.

Chief Hobgoblin, who doesn't read the air there, suddenly slapped the stick.

The blue striped cloak flicks and wraps around a killing blow.

The cloak, which normally seemed to tear lightly and cut a thousand pieces, somehow made him withstand the attack of a stick.

Purple currents run through further touched areas, clutching around the monster's arms.

Chief Hobgoblin, in an unexpected pain, made a strange cry from the back of his throat.

The blue striped serpent's leather cloak is corrosion resistant but not that strong for blowing.

The reason it was not damaged was because it < restored > to a state where the toll was on the verge.

When subjected to a Hobgoblin Sherman release, the armor rots and the defense performance is jerked off.

Sola flips through it, which in turn keeps it sturdy for only two minutes.

That's what Thor repeated.

Over and over again.

Whenever a Hobgoblin Sherman releases a Rotten Bullet, have Sola < flip > accept it with a cape that < restore > it to a higher performance state.

Next, the overlapping effects will be restored.

The rate of increase is considerable if only once, but dozens of times.

Tor's cape now boasted even dragon leather snuggling toughness if only for two minutes.

And the same thing, Thor had applied to another piece of gear.

Step into time.

Chief Hobgoblin waves down the stick.

Thor's sword takes it.

Until this point it is the same.

At the next moment, a light monster's hand was slashed off and flown through the universe, as if to slice butter.

At the same time, its jaw is slashed and torn at once from directly below to the brain, followed by a blade running across the neck root to a single line.

A thick neck fell to the ground with a gobble, a breath delayed and green blood erupted violently.

While quickly retreating and avoiding it, Thor holds an iron sword in his sheath that has worked out his cleavage.

A chilli and petty sound echoed in the square.