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

The iron doors on the ground floor were stiff and sturdy after hundreds of years.

There's nothing like a handle or keyhole, there's just one indentation in a unique shape.

Insert a white skeleton face the size of a palm ride there.

Twisting as it is, the skeleton stops exactly halfway around and facing the top of its head to the bottom of the earth.

At the same time, the chatter and the sound of something coming off.

When I push the thick door, it moves along with the heavy sound.

Beyond it was a staircase leading downstairs, arguing.

"Oh, that's amazing."

"Guru, why aren't you railing! Already!"

Next to the two peeping in revealing their thoughts to the mouth, Euril was eagerly observing the door open.

He puts his finger on it and checks the thickness and the position of the hinge.

"That's a lot of elaborate tricks. I thought I could do something about the door itself..."

"Yeah, that sounds tough."

Talking about the Ninessas, they deliberately brought a monster in front of this door and tried to get involved and break it with martial arts and magic tricks.

The results ended to the point of snagging and burning, and in a few days, they disappeared as well.

I also tried to make a precise replication of the skeleton, which is the key, in wood, stone, and bone, but it didn't work well.

Thor, who entered the interior of the iron door, reached out and twisted the white skeleton again.

A further half-rotated skeleton comes off polarized when it returns to the positive position.

And on Thor's palm, it collapsed in pieces.

"Uh, you're broken"

To Sora's casual sentiments, Moo stretched his spine with a hasty face.

Then he shakes his neck sideways holding the bug basket and insists hard that he hasn't touched it.

"Look, it's fixed now, so don't worry"

A child whose head was stroked by a toil that immediately < restored > the skeleton nodded and then clung to its feet.

He climbed straight up, so I held him up and put him on his shoulder, and Moo laughed couscous.

The four men with demonic stone lamps began to descend the stairs.

The iron door had been closed with a groan at the same time as the skeleton was removed.

Even if he bites the weight of the stone or the grasping stick to the door, he'll be lightly crushed.

The stairs leading up to the sixth basement floor were quite long.

There was moldy air somewhere, but no sign of a monster at all.

They say this spiral staircase is one of the few safety zones in abandoned underground prisons.

Every time you go in and out, you need a small skeleton.

They have no other way to move from hierarchy to hierarchy than to use this spiral staircase.

The hierarchy of white bodies up to the fifth basement floor has stairs on each floor, but there are no stairs leading down below the fifth floor.

They say it's a complete end.

The next underworld hierarchy is up to fifteen floors underground, but there are no stairs down there as well.

The end of the stairs and a new iron door appear in the eyes of the silent walking Tors.

Put on the white skeleton, just like when you came in, and push open the thick door.

It will probably open even if you pull, but it will be difficult because there are no projections other than skeletons.

The appearance of the new hierarchy, the sixth floor, was not so different from that of the upper hierarchy.

As always, to the left and right of the straight passage, there is a sloppy line of prisons.

But in an instant there was only one clear change.

"Ugh, don't be colder than I thought"

"Yeah, that's creepy."

Thor and Sola, dressed in a dark blue cloak, replied as they twisted themselves small.

Before opening the door, you seemed right to have added cold protection.

However, Moo, dressed in white weasel fur, and Euril, who grew up in the North, remain intact.

Especially Euril, a light outfit that's almost as usual, but enough to have a comfortable grin on it,

This hierarchy of underworld borders is, as the name suggests, a place supposedly close to the realm of the dead.

The more I go downstairs because of it, the colder they get.

And the monsters that came out were also more like dead people.

"Welcome."

To the monsters who showed up from across the aisle, Tor quickly unpacks the child and pulls out his sword.

Three bodies, wrapped in a borough cloth, approach the body where every bone has been stripped out.

At first glance, it doesn't seem to differ from the skeleton guards, but this one seems to be the fruit of the prisoners who tried to escape.

As an even more decisive difference...

"Wow, something's clear! Thor."

"You're fluffy, To."

It was in that they were dead spirits with no entity.

Necromancers exposed to blue and white translucent bodies came under attack as they slipped through the universe.

Its jaw bones are wide open and seem to be screaming carelessly as well.

The most vocal organs have been lost, so I didn't make a single sound.

Physical attacks rarely work for necromancers without a body of meat.

However, flames, thunder, etc. created by struggle and magic seem to have a great effect.

Naturally, the magic trick of manipulating space is no exception, with the inverted one twirling large and the other neck being < fixed > and flying a thousand times.

But the misty body gathers together immediately and returns to its original form.

Sora's magic trick doesn't seem compatible.

"Let Moo do it."

The child, who also jumped forward, now let one hand gently wave forward.

From its fingertips, a small purple current is created -.

Speaking of Medium Branch Skills, the Level 1 electric arrow is still small enough to shudder.

but at the next moment, Moo's overhead wheel turns with a glimmer of glitter.

Purple currents get bigger all the time.

One more turn.

Arrows that happen to stretch about the length of a child's two arms fly to the leading Necromancer while wearing the universe.

And the moment he touched it, he made a sound with the batin and flashed.

The monster with the purple tsu wrapped around his whole body became immobile on the spot.

Thor's sword, packed with distance there, is unravelled down.

Normally, that is a completely pointless act.

But the moment the silver shining blade passes through the body of the blue and white Necromancer, it rebels like water and oil and splits into two parts.

This is why adventurers challenging this dungeon indispensably make true silver weapons.

Return the blade as it is and strike three slashes in a flash from side to side to the whole thing.

Twist yourself further, on the other other side. Now four degrees.

With a true silver sword that houses the power of purification, the three dead spirits vanished into the air

Unlike the hierarchy above, this one is treated properly and seems to have earned skill points.

Nodding contentedly at the success of the first battle, Tor and his men, who regained their luggage, embarked on a search for a new hierarchy.