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Powell who unilaterally cut off communication magic.

The Vulcan grumbled and moved straight to where he was.

He knew what he had succeeded.

'You must have succeeded in creating an entrance to the eerie stable horse. It's great.’

a complex object beyond his grasp

I can't believe they're only using the ingredients and restoring them.

It must have been Powell, who had a different level of magical knowledge than himself, who learned magic according to his own feelings and with the help of the system.

Furthermore, Powell's exasperated remarks seemed to have not ended with a simple restoration.

Vulcan briefly pushed his troubled brain into the corner.

Then he saw Powell's creation and exclaimed his admiration.

"Wow......."

"What do you think? Amazing, huh?"

Powell with a high nose.

It was usually a blister that wouldn't have responded properly to his words with a grave look on his face, but now I just couldn't.

It was because Powell's creation was so great.

And it wasn't just great.

The option of what he had been going through until just now, to blow it clean, came into his eyes.

[Entrance to the mythical item Magei]

[Level Limits: No]

Special ability: Once a week, you can open a portal to the horse industry. Unlike the unstable entrance, this harness allows the user to enter the desired harness. It takes at least 24 hours to get back in.

*A crude item made by dark black sorcerer Marco Grid, but processed into a more complete state using a lot of additional materials. In that state, improved by the magical knowledge of the top-level wizard Powell, further upgraded in performance.

'Okay, now I can go see Rock Seager again when I want to!’

Vulcan said to Powell with a faceful smile.

"That's great. You can choose your own horse and go...….”

"As expected. The player is very comfortable. I can see the performance of Madogu as soon as I see it. Kihihi."

Powell, who needed sophisticated dexterity, turned into a small-sized imp in a work suit, smiled frivolously.

He began to explain the principles of Madogu with his still-excited face.

"I really made it, but I still can't believe it. Each dimension is not alone, but it shares and interacts with every other dimension in a very small amount of energy. But if you analyze the horse in detail, you can see that each has a slight difference. Oh, the demons you've brought me were a great help until I found out! Thanks a lot! Anyway, I figured out their nature of ending the interaction and going back to their own dimension...….”

The Vulcan listened silently to Powell's endless stream of words.

His explanation was quite interesting, and he realized from his experience that the only thing that comes back even if he stops talking anyway is a terrible beating.

Eventually, after the middle of the explanation, he reached the point where he couldn't understand a word of what he was saying, but Vulcan nodded roughly and accepted his words.

Powell finally finished talking.

The Bulkan said to him, with a refreshing look on his face as if he had been blocked up.

"By the way, why did you make so many of these?"

The Vulcan's gaze turned to the floor.

palm-sized harnesses lined up in rows of more than ten.

Powell, who followed him to the madogues, answered in a way that was insignificant.

"Oh, this? Of course I'm giving it out to the other gods...….”

"Are you crazy?"

"What? But I'm in a similar position as a teacher, so what's with my speaking habits!"

Powell, who quickly turned into a muscular giant, was very impressed.

But Vulcan replied to his words with a still ridiculous expression.

"No, in common sense, you're talking nonsense!"

"What doesn't make any sense? Clootus or what? What is that, the one who became God this time, the tool what? Anyway, it seems like all the young people are having a hard time with Act 3 life. He'll use it if you give it to him secretly. It's not like we're protecting it now, but it's going to be fun if we all invade the world together.”

"Ha...... they're not as physically capable as me or Powell. If you go into a psychotic world, you could die right away.….”

"What, the Devil's Peacock Set? You have a lot of them, don't you? Don't you think they'll give you safety?"

Vulcan shook his head with a look of no answer.

The dragon really seemed to be faithful to its own desires, fun and interests, and never thought about the dangers that could arise on the other side.

Whether Vulcan thought so or not, Powell's words went on and on.

"And, by the way, if I can open the door of my choice, that means I can choose the level of the horse and go. If you and I are like that, we can roughly figure out how much it is with just the maggie portal, right? If you let the little gods know that, they'll open their own portal and have fun."

"So while he's away like that, the demons at his level are playing? In the meantime, if we invade...….”

"I'll wipe out the demons at their level and hand them out!"

“…….”

It's rather logical....you must have hated the current mood of Act Three.’

Of course, it was the same for himself that the mood of Act 3 led by the twisted old gods was frustrating.

Don't do this, don't do that, try harder for the humans in the lower world, always give them attention and take care of them.

To the extent that she is a mother-in-law.

But no matter how much I wanted to change the mood, using a confusing method in this way was a reluctant blanks.

Powell and himself will be responsible for any accidents that happen after handing them out.

Nor did he have any benefits that fell on him.

There was no way that the Vulcan would approve of such a plan, which was full of risk and no gain.

I'm supposed to cover this up somehow.….’

The Vulcan rolled his head.

To turn the thought of Powell's missing several screws to the other side.

And to be able to roam the horse world as safely as before.

Vulcan, who had been agonizing over such a serious face, took an item out of the inventory with a look on his face that he had thought of something.

objects that seem to condense all kinds of low desires of the world

It was the hands of a deformed horror rock-sigher.

Powell's eyes changed instantly when he saw the maggie fluttering and holding a completely different energy from the devil's body.

Shu Wuowook.

Powell, who quickly returned to the image of a healthy woman from Yongin, the most comfortable image he had ever thought of.

He looked at Rock Seager's hand in the expression of a maiden looking at a beautifully crafted jewel, and turned his head and said to the Vulcan.

"Where else did this come from?”

"Of course it's a horse. But no matter how many times you go around the normal world, you won't get this. It's very precious.”

'I don't know if it's actually precious. It's not common for a guy like him.’

After thinking, Vulcan began to negotiate with Rock Seager's hand.

It was a negotiation that said, "I will hand over my hands, which are of infinite value as this research material, but have no use for myself, so please stop what I am planning now."

Powell, of course, did not try to properly respond to the Vulcan negotiations.

It seemed that he had been constantly imagining stirring the world with various gods while producing more than 10 Madogu.

In the end, however, they had no choice but to accept the terms of the Vulcan.

Seeing his hands condensed with strange energy for the first time in his life, his instincts as a mad scientist wriggled roughly.

Powell smiled as soon as he accepted Rock Seager's hand, and suddenly even kissed the cheek of the Vulcan.

"What are you doing?”

"What do you mean, an expression of affection for a pupil? Ho Ho Ho."

Farwell, who is smiling like a naughty little girl, covering her mouth with her hands as if she's really in a good as usual.

Although he was bigger than ordinary women, he looked very beautiful, so Vulcan looked at him with a slightly flushed cheek.

The Vulcan, who was looking at Powell's work with such a blank look for a moment, suddenly came to his senses.

'That's right. There's another reason I'm here.’

He took another item out of the inventory.

A pitch with seven horns sharply raised, black to the point of illusion as if sucking in the light around it.

It was "The Devil's Pitch," which was earned as a reward for the rescue quest.

"In return, I'd like this, too. Please strengthen it through Puckus."

"Okay. I'm in a good mood, so I'll make it quick."

That day, Puckus, who was taking a nap in Act2's blacksmith's barn, was forced to upgrade his maggie-flying pitching all day long under the threat of Powell's sudden rush.

*

The bullcahn who mollified Powell's ambitious plan and received a strengthened pitch from the devil.

He smiled with satisfaction as he watched the "Ma-wang" set, which boasts twice as much set item effect as the "Devil's Peacock" set.

However, I didn't like the additional skills I gained.

It's supposed to be a devil-like trick.The Dark Sword......I know it's powerful, but it's a lot of restrictions for me as a rookie.’

It was only possible to use it if the body was full of magic, and it was not as powerful as the sword, so it was not very useful for the Vulcan.

But aside from that, it must have been a very good item, so Vulcan wore it with a satisfied face.

Since then, Vulcan's destination has been the same as before.

a continual cycle of wagons, wagons, and wagons

Constant quests, quests, quests.

Through him, Vulcan level up at a steep pace.

Efficiency is also much better than before.

Now, thanks to the upgraded Madogu, it was possible to choose the horse-riding system as desired.

Even the combination of system capabilities has given us a more sophisticated understanding of the level of horseback riding.

No. 33819 Garion Dimension (A+Class)No. 33820 Horunga Dimension (Class C)...…

No. 91175 When playing online games at the Karakumma level (B+ level), Madogu's method of use has changed just as one can choose a room.

Of course, it was a good thing for Vulcan, so I didn't care much.

So Vulcan continued his training like a monk.

He was well aware that in the present state of fear of rock siggers, or in a state full of devils, he could not take a relentless way of fighting to move on to the essence of epilepsy and flames as before.

Therefore, I never think that I can raise my status by realizing it, not level it up.

'Let's just focus on what I can, until I get over my pericardium. Let's overcome this by being unconscionable and faithful to level-up.’

The determined Vulcan really drove himself like a madman.

After the trip, he continued to fight against himself, meditating to overcome his inner fears even during the week's cool time, and when he was sluggish, he swept away the monsters by monopolizing the hunting ground of Act 2.

It was because he thought collecting the experiences of the few monsters would help him.

As such, Vulcan was able to regain his confidence even a little while he continued his hard training to vomited blood.

Farwell, who is far stronger than himself, and his strength that could not be seen objectively because of the shadow of Rock Seager.

That's exactly what we can figure out.

Compared to himself, who was a baby when he first came up to Act 3, he is nothing more than a god.

"It's much easier than ever to control the crushing ruin, and in the old days, Yeomnogum, a combination of epilepsy and flame, had no idea how to use it. Surely I am strong!’

Of course, I couldn't completely resolve my deep-seated fears with this much training, but it was still true that it was much more helpful than before.

However, there was a man who put the brakes on this training of the Vulcan.

"You know, what the hell are you thinking about getting on Act 2? Are you crazy?"

A man with a long cloth who spills harsh words with a gentle expression.

It was Hoculus, the god of water who oversees Act II.