Max Level Newbie

Silence flowed over the southern field of Belong City.

The silence continued while the Vulcan threw the two who had fainted behind them. Burkman's amazing gaze and Ureo's restrained gaze, unable to read his thoughts, were felt at the same time.

Looking into Uruo's eyes, Vulcan felt the image of the confederation he thought of gradually breaking.

'I don't feel like a bully.

The eyes of a man who has something in pursuit.

But I wasn't too curious. I just came to finish the work because I thought it would be annoying if I didn't negotiate once.

"Now, are you in the mood for a conversation?"

"Brother, I'll come forward, ······."

"No."

Uruo held back Berkman who was about to step forward.

"Didn't you feel it? Not at your level."

"That,······"

"And I have questions. Wait a minute."

Uruo took a step towards the Vulcan. Only his eyes shone sharply on his expressionless face as if he were wearing a mask.

"That's quite a skill compared to the level."

"Thanks for the compliment.”

"I'm just telling you the truth.”

"Then I'll tell you one thing. Your men, they suck. It's just skill power. Everything's a mess."

"I admit it. It's less trash, so I keep it."

" "··· 분위기가 분위기가 분위기가 분위기가 분위기가 This is a strange atmosphere. Didn't you pick a fight with me on purpose?"

Vulcan thought of the three people he met at the east gate. At that time, their spirits were so terrible that they took even a single limb, and suddenly the atmosphere was changing.

"I was mistaken. I thought you were a pig with pearls around your neck. I'm sorry."

"I don't know what you're talking about.”

Without hiding his discomfort, the Vulcan kicked the stone on the floor. The stone that flew along the parabola rolled and stopped at Uruo's feet.

"I'd like a proper explanation."

"Of course. Before that, I'll ask you one thing."

"What is it?"

A serious voice came from Uruo's mouth.

"What do you think of players?"

"What are you talking about? Players are players."

In fact, Vulcan had no idea about players. He was not nosy enough to care about others in the first place.

But Uro didn't seem to be.

"I can't believe you don't have any thoughts after seeing those dog pigs. You don't care about others.”

"I'm right because I'm busy, but why are you blaming the players?”

"They don't try."

'What are you talking about?’

Vulcan tried to refute what nonsense he was talking about, but stopped thinking of Anderson's words, "I'm satisfied if I get a level.

'I'm sure people have lost their sense of purpose here.’

However, he didn't care much because it had nothing to do with him.

Why interfere in the way others live in the first place?

"That's true. It's a different way of living in different ways. I don't know why you're angry. 우르오······ 맞나?"

"That's right."

"Yes. Uruo, you don't deserve to accuse them of being dog pigs, do you?”

"What if there is?"

"····뭐뭐뭐?"?"

"As the union leader representing players, as the highest-level player among players, you can't wait to see them demean the players."

What are you talking about?’

I was so dumbfounded that I couldn't remember where to start and how to ask.

I couldn't control my facial expression because my hands and feet felt cringy. Vulcan managed to put up with a laugh.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. What does that mean? That's not fair. You just live your own life."

"You said you had training under Fielder, but you don't know anything about Belong City.”

“······.”

In fact, he knew very little about the location of the hunting ground or the monster, so Vulcan spared his words.

Uro, who accepted silence as a yes, continued the conversation.

"Do you know how many people there are in Belong City?"

"Isn't it 20,000?"

"That's right. You can't say a lot, but you can't say a few. Do you think it makes sense to have that many people in one city and each one of them.

"Do you mean there's a group?"

"There are three factions."

I've never heard of this before.’

In a way, it was obvious. As Ureo said, 20,000 people live together, and there is no way that there is no one without division.

Moreover, the members of Belong City are particularly easy to divide factions according to their level of origin.

'Anderson, what did you do without telling me about this?’

Bulkan, who had been lost in thought for a while, was told by Uruo.

"Moorim, Powell, player factions.”

"No. Players don't count as factions."

"··· 이유로 이유로 이유로 이유로 이유로 이유로 For what reason?"

Vulcan looked at Uruo with a face that he didn't know why.

For the first time, Uruo's face had something to call a look.

It was shame and anger.

"Players without talent, effort and ability are not treated as factions."

"Hmm, ···, ···"

Uruo trembled a little as if his feelings had become intense.

Appreciated, Uruo gave off an atmosphere that no one else could touch, but Vulcan asked questions because he was so curious about what the other faction was.

"Then what is the other faction?"

"······벨룽 시티 6존 밑에서 일하고 있는 자들이다."

"Oh, there they were.”

In the case of Bulkan and Dokgofu, they went their separate ways after the training, but some of the dogs were impressed by their strength and were constantly taught to help patrol, treatment, and blacksmiths.

"Yes. I even understood that there was a faction in Belong City. So what is it?"

"Didn't you say? Players are being humiliated because they're not even treated like factions."

"I'm sorry to hear that, but what can I do if the players are weaker than the Moorim or Powell. If it's unfair, try and be strong."

"That's it. You got the point.”

"······뭐가."

Uro, who breathed his breath like a politician who took a pause before a long speech, said his thoughts.

"Player guys don't do anything about effort. It's been a long time since the thought of returning to the original world has been abandoned due to the high level of difficulty compared to the previous one. More than half of the people hunt only the wandering goblin to earn money for drinks every day.”

“······.”

Fewer than one-tenth of the skilled hands-on ones that Fielder emphasized to be jaw-dropping. You give up because it takes 10 to 100 years to rank up? You're wrong. They're just the ones who want to be treated like they were in the previous world, following easy ways."

Uruo spat with a crackling sound. At first, it was in the direction of Millwil, who was struck by lightning.

"If it's a country where they've been rehabilitated and treated like a human being, it's nothing to call them dog pigs."

Vulcan, who was listening to Uro, immediately refuted.

"No, I don't think so. Isn't it reasonable that parents who raised them shouldn't do anything to their children? You're not saying that what you've done for them is that great, ·······."

"It's as big as that. No, it's bigger than that."

A sudden break in, only Berkman came in, cutting off the words of the Vulcan. Vulcan looked at Berkman.

He is much more excited than Ureo.

I don't know what's going on.’

Uruo stopped only the excited Burke from coming forward.

Ureo's voice, a little calmer than before, was heard through the ears of the Vulcan.

"Don't talk too easily about a subject you've been in Belong City for only three to four years. You do not know the humiliation of being subjected to Powell and the Moorim for more than a hundred years at a short time. And how much I've tried to reduce that humiliation by this much."

"Yes. Let's say your ball is big. Thank you for taking the lead in improving the human rights of ignored players."

"Don't be sarcastic."

"Don't be sarcastic. I'll stop. So how would you excuse us for exploiting low-level players and deliberately picking a fight with me?"

"I don't make excuses. You're right to exploit them, you're right to drag you in and try to steal information."

Vulcan looked at Uruo with a puzzled look on his face.

"No, what's so imposing?"

"There's something else that won't stand out."

"Is it normal that you tried to exploit and harm others, then?"

"It is necessary for a lazy minority to sacrifice for the whole players."

added the grim-faced Uruo.

"An average of 200 levels. In this place, where there are many levels of 300 to 400, it is merciful to say that the price of the community ends with exploitation."

"You're living in your own world. The energy of the brain. Infinite Necessity.

A dazzling array of epilepsy spewed from the whole body of the Vulcan. The five infinite creatures that were summoned and roamed around the Vulcan gave off a fierce energy like a wolf that peeped at the opportunity.

Urdo has taken a combat posture. He clenched his fist. When I opened it, I didn't even shout a sijeon, but the energy sphere appeared.

“······!”

After seeing the surprise of the Vulcan, Uruo opened his mouth.

"I couldn't say what I was about to say before.”

"······뭐지?"

Vulcan was told with a little nervousness.

"I'd like to recruit you to the Players Association."

"What?"

"I knew from the moment I saw you. Unlike other idiots, it was obvious that they were trying to improve their skills. It's great that we've been working hard steadily on this doggy land."

“······.”

"The reality is that there are still a few players who have said they've rehabilitated it grandly, but they still don't really. You're definitely welcome if you're a talented person. If you help me here with Berkman for twenty years, the Players Union could rise to the fourth faction. I can live without being ignored as a player anymore.”

Uruo looked up at the sky with an energy sphere in his right hand. His slightly hazy gaze seemed to the Vulcan's eyes to be a man in pseudo-religion.

I've been living in Asgard for a long time, and I've been out of my mind.’

The blanks were horrified by Uruo's attitude, as if it were Belong City where he was born and raised.

However, considering the situation that Uruo was in, some things made sense.

'Some of the players have lived in Belong City for decades, maybe hundreds of years. In a way, it may be no wonder that the goal of life is here.'

In the end, they failed to break Act 1 for a long time and were encroached on by the world.

There was also some sympathy towards Uruo.

However, there was no time to let the situation go.

Five years in the Ruebel Continent, three years of training in Asgard.

It's already been eight years since I've lived in this world without stepping on the earth.

Considering the political situation in Belong City, which he thought was a place to leave soon, Vulcan's mind was too impatient to move.

This surprise attack is not to take revenge instead of low-level players, but to eliminate things that are harmful to one's behavior in advance.

It had nothing to do with the question of right and wrong in the first place.

It's just a quick clean-up of distractions.

"The answer is no. My work is pretty tight.”

"그런가······ 버크만."

"Yes, sir."

Burkman held out his right arm at Uruo's call. Uro, who grabbed Berkman's arm with his left hand, recited the sijeon of the skill.

"Magic absorption."

"Crrrr."

The mana that supported the interior of Berkman flowed into Uruo and strengthened his skill.

Burkman kneeling on the floor and Uruo holding an energy sphere that emits a larger and more intense light.

"If you refuse, there's no way. You're not going to hand over any information, are you?”

"There is no king in the level-up, but I have no intention of letting you know."

"Yes, it's a pity."

With a small sigh, Uruo lifted his chin and looked at the Vulcan with arrogant eyes.

"Then, I'll have to pull my skills out.”

"It's not going to be that easy.

From the bodies of Uruo and the Vulcan, a terrifying spirit burst forth.