Zongman: Danmachi, Three Skills At The Beginning

The "Dungeon" is located directly below the labyrinth city Orario.

Its architecture is conical, and as the number of layers gets deeper, the area becomes larger and larger.

And the entrance at the tip, that is, the uppermost floor, is on the basement floor of the Tower of Babel.

There is a big hole here, enter from the artificially built "well", go down the spiral staircase, and formally enter the first floor belonging to the "upper floor".

Standing in front of the entrance, Flon watched slightly.

The cave is like a monster with a huge mouth open, as if the darkness that can devour everything extends to the depths, waiting for adventurers to explore.

In the narrow field of vision, the walls of the dungeon are glowing with phosphorescence, which is soft but not dazzling, but a little dim. In addition, there are narrow passages, forks, and caves of various shapes everywhere. The combat environment is quite unfriendly.

"The sense of oppression brought by the environment and atmosphere, and the sense of crisis that monsters refresh and erode the whole body all the time, adventurers are really not everyone can do it."

Whispering cautiously, facing the unknown in front of him, he moved forward.

"Crack——"

Not long after, the young man who had just become an adventurer ushered in his first battle.

There was a hole in the wall of the dungeon, and a monster emerged from the dark red energy package.

How to describe this scene? A monster born from the "mother" of the dungeon.

With its dark gray fur and short stature, it has the ability to fight upright.

The sharp claws on the limbs and the exposed fangs are shining with cold light. Just a casual swing can tear the aorta or heart of an ordinary person. It is a real fighting monster.

Coupled with those scarlet eyes full of malevolence, Flon has a kind of creepy needle feeling.

"Is this—is it a monster? Ha, it's a real adventure for me, an otaku who hasn't changed for a few days."

He laughed at himself and let his nervous body relax a bit, but cold sweat still broke out on his forehead.

"The first time is the hardest, as long as I complete FirstBlood, I can complete the metamorphosis! Definitely—"

Pumping himself up like this, Flon let his body relax, bent his knees, walked slowly and drew his short sword.

"Huh—take a deep breath."

He clenched the first weapon he named [Jungle Dagger] tightly, sweat dripping from his palm.

The heartbeat of "Boom, boom, boom" was almost deafening.

The blood is flowing rapidly, and the whole body is emitting heat.

The despair brought about by that kind of fear, his brain became blank at some point, which made him suddenly widen his eyes.

Then, it exploded.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

With his left foot exerting strength, the right hand holding the sword was horizontally in front of him, and he rushed out like an arrow from the string!

Even with a huge backpack on his back, it couldn't affect his posture in any way.

"Aww-"

It is unforgivable for a weak enemy to act first against him.

The weak intelligence makes it angry, and the instinct drives the body to act.

The kobold opened its fangs and quickly swung out a pair of sharp claws, ready to kill this damned human being and sacrifice it to the great "mother".

However--

A white light slashed by the short sword easily broke through the claw's defense, cut off the weapon it was proud of, and tore its body violently.

It was a splitting sound like tearing cloth, and it was also a cheer of victory.

Crosscut, a bit of a miss, chopping the neck sideways, even chopping off its shoulders.

With a bang, the Kobold really turned into black ash within a minute of his appearance.

"—"

Flon, who kept the knife moving, showed embarrassment, then raised his hand and scratched his head.

"That's it? Why does it feel a bit like cutting ribs???"

"I don't think the swordsman's slash is as crisp and neat. When I slashed, the sword's line was distorted by some kind of resistance, and the hilt didn't stick well in my hand. I forcibly used my strength to resist the pulling force." , Is this the gap in skills?"

Open and close, open and close.

I don't know if I am relieving the tension of my body and mind, looking at my palm and falling into thought.

"Let's learn the technique of exerting force today."

Putting away the dagger, he picked up the dropped item no bigger than the nail of a pinky finger.

"Magic stone, the boon of the dungeon, Olali obtained a lot of money through the export of magic stone products."

In Flon's view, this thing is the best clean energy, even omnipotent.

"This one—100 fares? Or 200 fares?"

In the tavern "The Mistress of Abundance", a large bowl of fried noodles costs 400 fares, and a drink costs 300 fares.

In other words, at least 700 fares for a meal——

Of course, 30 Farleys a potato balls can barely get by.

"It's not easy to live in any world."

Putting the magic stone into the backpack, he was ready to continue exploring.

Afterwards, one after another, he had several fights with the monsters.

Over time, each battle was a new experience for Flon.

That's something called combat experience.

The first time he was still swayed by the resistance of cutting into the fur, but the second time he was able to control the sense of confusion a little bit.

After the third or fourth time, you will be well prepared to hit where you want to hit.

Of course ordinary people cannot do this, but with the "God's Grace", this impossible becomes possible.

The rapid increase in combat experience, skills and strategies made Flon grow like crazy, and then——slowly changed from an ordinary person.

"Boom-boom-boom-"

A row of three goblins turned into black ash in front of him, and the magic stone glistened in his hand.

"?"

Flon questioned again.

"The level of ordinary adventurers should be like mine? What's going on with this one-sided battle?"

"Or is it that everyone can easily navigate the second and third floors?"

After collecting the booty, he fell into a short thought while holding the water bag.

"Wait - my ability value."

Originally, he didn't think about it, but Flon couldn't believe the cruel reality.

"The restrictions of the race make the attributes of adventurers have different strengths and weaknesses. The small human race has a strong vision, a flexible body, and the highest dexterity value."

"Dwarves are born with advantages that other races cannot match in terms of strength and durability, and elves are a natural magical race."

"Orcs have powerful five senses and an excellent body, and Amazon female warriors are completely a collection of battles."

"In the end, only pure-blooded humans are the most mediocre, with no strengths or weaknesses."

Thinking of this cruel fact, the corners of Flon's mouth twitched.

"Combined with my ability value attribute, it should completely crush the monster's potential ability, so it makes me fight so easily."

"The legendary attribute suppression—it's not a skill at all."

He finally guessed why.

"Moreover—the sense of incongruity in my body should also be due to the fact that my attributes have improved too quickly, and my body and mind have not been well-balanced."

Whether it's shoes or clothes, new things always have a sense of discomfort, let alone weapons and equipment, this feeling will slowly disappear with use and time.

It's more obvious if you put it on the body.

In the previous battle, Flon wanted to rush in front of the monster, but his body didn't listen at all, and he used a completely unexpected force.

Originally, beheading the enemy's neck cleanly and neatly would end the battle, but because of unexpected force, the arm was cut off together, wasting an unknown amount of energy.

This is the awkward feeling of physical and mental dislocation, and the difference in fighting skills.

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