I was banished from bed with my lover by a brave man, but my 'XP Savings' skill broke and

I shudder with my sword in my hand.

All of a sudden, I can't keep up with my understanding.

"LV300... you're kidding"

To the best of my knowledge, I treated him like a hero at level 100.

I can't even imagine how much that is when it comes to 300.

"Report: EXP savings damaged. It'll take a while to repair."

Be hacked by the letters displayed in your sight.

Yeah, let's check the status.

Lv300

Name Thor Ivan

Age 25

Gender man

Race Dragon Man

Job Warrior

Skills

Damage Reduction [LV2]

Physical strengthening [LV3]

EXP Savings [Repairing]

Magic Savings [LV9]

Skill EXP Savings [LV9]

Job Savings [LV8]

Skill Savings [LV8]

Skill Effect UP [Lv10]

It's really leveling up.

I got a headache with numbers I've never even seen.

Calm down, calm down.

Even I, retarded, should be able to guess from these events.

Savings - This word is used to sig something in.

I mean, all this time your skills kept taking away your experience from me?

And then finally my skills broke and all the contents were reimbursed to me.

And with the incredible extra that it doubles.

"So you're saying the majority of the experience I was supposed to get was taken away by my skills? If it was true, you'd have had 40 LVs just like them."

Damn, isn't that a parasitic skill?

When I figure it out, I'm convinced in every way.

I kept fighting harder than anyone else at the party.

Yet I thought it was strange that the level was lower than four.

That one that has been making a shady, bloody effort to keep up with the four of you, does that mean all your experience saving skills were pulling your legs?

"Ha, ha, ha! Ha ha ha!!

It doesn't matter now that I'm out of touch with those guys.

Rather, it was refreshing to know before the trip.

All right, I've made up my mind. From now on, I will travel the world.

With 300 levels, there's nothing to be afraid of wherever you go.

From now on, you do whatever you want and you live as you please.

Something could fill this pompous, empty chest hole.

"But for that, you're going to have to be ready in your neighborhood first. If you're going on a long journey, you're going to need a lot."

Put your sword on your back.

I started walking slowly down the road.

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Leaving the State of Barseille to the neighbouring State of Arman.

And we arrived in the bordering city of Livio.

"That's Arman, he's lively on the border, too"

I'm blinded by a lot of different people.

The stall was also out and the smell seemed delicious stimulated my stomach.

Second, there was a shop sign in sight.

"Livio Slave Shop"

Slave shops are not uncommon.

It's more like I hate it.

Stores I usually ignored.

But I just got betrayed, and I had something to attract.

Slaves never betray their masters in their covenants.

If I give the order, I won't be able to say it's a lie.

Being by my side the whole time.

There are four faces in the back of my brain.

That's all I felt like boiling blood.

Hold your fists and put up with your anger.

"I need someone I can trust right now. You kept this unusual status a secret, and you have a right arm that will never betray me. If we stay like this, we're going to become human disbelievers."

Betrayed by my best friends, lovers and childhood friends, it's like nowhere more than now.

You need a well-backed and trusted companion to keep your mind at peace.

That's what I don't care about strength. I just want to feel safe.

I want to think from the bottom of my heart that there is still something in this world that I can believe in.

Open the store door thoughtfully.

Karan. I saw the counter as soon as the bell rang.

An old man dressed like a shopkeeper in menswear is smiling.

"Welcome. What can I do for you today?"

"I want one slave who can take me to battle"

"What's your gender? What other uses?

"I haven't decided in particular"

The old gentleman leads him deep into the back of the nodding shop.

Countless cages were placed in dim places.

Aren't there some tough men and women in there, and even elves and lizardmen you don't see around here?

"I recommend this Lizardman for combat. The stiff outer skin bounces off the blade, and its character is thick in obedience and loyalty. It would be the perfect man to leave his back in the field."

"How much?"

"Is it 30 million?"

"Show me something else."

The budget is only one and a half million.

Not very much but I can't get my hands on it.

He puts his hand in the cage "then" and raises the elf's jaw with his finger.

"This elf has yet to be battled, but I'm sure you'll be satisfied as an evening offering. Growing up as a wizard because of its abundance of magic should help you as an expert in distance."

"What's the price"

Twenty-five million.

It's still expensive. Is it too early to be here?

I should have at least checked the slave market before coming.

The old gentleman narrows his eyes.

"May I ask your budget?

"A million and a half."

"Hmm, then the quality will fall considerably, but let me introduce you in a million units"

"Appreciate it"

Where the back curtain was pulled.

There he led me.

"Ugh."

Strong stench on the nose.

It stinks from manure, urine, sweat, etc.

Countless small cages were placed.

Inside were beasts of all sizes and sizes and the appearance of human children.

"Most of us are here within a million."

"Why are you so cheap?"

"Weak, ugly, sick, hard on character, before tutoring, for a variety of reasons. But right now, there's just no use for it, and there's plenty of potential for later conversion."

I'm nauseated by slave traders who talk about people like things.

But am I the same person trying to buy it?

Look around. Look for interested slaves.

"Hmm?"

A small cage in the corner of the room.

There was a thin dirty gray-haired girl there.

Close and observe.

The girl is thin and thin and breathes constantly.

My long forehead covers my eyes and my expression doesn't look good.

He looks too blurry to look directly at.

As she lay down, the girl peered at me with a nodding eye through the gap in her hair.

"Hih, 300!?

I see her fleeing to the corner of the cage and I'm sure.

This girl is seeing my status.

Could it be... you have an appraisal that is rare skills?

I just think so.

Look at me. Three hundred doesn't usually come out.

"How much is this kid?"

"It's 110,000."

"Isn't it too cheap?"

"No, this is the right price. Anyway, it's a very sick, crude slave that can't be boiled or baked."

The girl coughed hard.

He seems quite ill, as he put it.

If you're so weak no matter how rare you are, maybe you can't help but put a low price on it.

Or does the slave trader not realize he has an appraisal?

Isn't that right? Normally, I would ask you to look it up professionally.

"You, what's your name?

…………

"Hey, respond to the customer!

A slaver slammed the cage with a cane.

"Caede......, ho ho ho ho!

Kaede. Sounds good.

And I kind of had something for this girl.

Can I call it intuition? I can't explain exactly what's attracting me, but somehow I thought this kid was good.

"Let me buy this girl"

"Thank you for your purchase!

The slave trader gave a deep salute with a full grin.

"Then, after you have paid for it, the customer will be asked to perform the main contract"

"I ask you one thing, do you need to publish my status?"

"No, that's not true. We just need you to drain a little blood."

"Lai Lai"

I was relieved to find out I didn't need to reveal my level.

He would be quite talkative professionally, but I don't want anyone to know if he can.

Kaede stared at me with anxious eyes.