Scop Scopper Scoppest with Demon Eye King

The boy had a dream.

When I grow up, I jump out of such a country village or something and live freely relying solely on my power with my sword in one hand. And one day, you'll be a famous adventurer all over the world.

It was a dream that everyone often dreamed of once if they were men of the world. Originally, such a pure dream that you forget as you grow. But the boy didn't forget.

By the time the boy was about to turn fifteen, he flew out of his native home with a sword he had worked desperately to obtain, with his eyes shining in hope.

The boy's journey from there was not as flat as he had dreamed.

I'm glad I became an adventurer in the big city I arrived in, but life just makes the most of it by living tough. I searched for a buddy that I couldn't get a busy request on my own, but newbies like boys never get dealt with.

A painful life. A request that doesn't work. Strong monsters.

He was a boy who suffered from a gap between dreams and reality, but still the boy never rotted. Every morning the archery of the sword has never been missing a day. The boy's eyes were still shining in the light of his dreams.

Then a few years later, when the boy could name a full adventurer. The boy finally had company.

One is a heavy warrior man with a laid back personality, for being proud of his physique. The other one only spits disgust if he opens his mouth, but is actually your favorite hunter man.

I was planning on having some beautiful wizards here, but the boy shared his dreams with his buddies and laughed at each other.

I took it one day, it was a request like nothing. Goblin crusade that went out near the city. To the boys who had already reached the D-rank, it was easy to say. I'll clean it up right away. The boys were breathing.

But what was waiting for the boys ahead of us when we got there was not goblin.

Scattered goblin corpse.

And it is a scattered tenacity - the first giant (Cyclops).

Musculoskeletal body over four metres tall. A giant with single-eyed hungry for gnocchi and blood on his face. A powerful monster that is not supposed to exist on the outer edge of the continent. Moreover, unlike the original, that cyclops with black skin was likely a powerful subspecies.

Such a pure monster nodded his tongue and seemed delightful as he looked at the boys.

It started with a heavy warrior man. His legs, which came forward to protect his people, were easily ripped off as if they were dolls.

Followed by the hunter of your choice. His bow, which stood to shoot through the eyes of the cyclops, somehow rotted from one arm to the next.

And at the end of the day, the boy - - ran away.

Without pulling out a sword that had never lacked training every morning, we followed the voice of the fame of fear that instincts emitted, feeling the gaze of our fellow laughing together on our backs, just kept running.

My people didn't come home. I waited days and didn't come back.

I couldn't bear to blame myself, I drank. Drinking alcohol gave me a good night's sleep without thinking.

Worried acquaintances came to visit and were scattered. While I was sprinkling, I didn't think I was bad.

Eventually, no one worried and spoke up.

Years have passed.

In the meantime, I learned that the sword would be more gold to flinch than to wave.

I haven't trained a sword in years. I didn't have to. If you poke the guy who seems a little weak, the money will come out. I couldn't stop laughing.

Tomorrow I talked with my new buddies about who to take from, and laughed at each other.

The boy who used to shine his eyes in his dreams was nowhere else. What was there was one man with a humble laugh and clouding his eyes with greed.

The man may have let the boy who dreamed of the future die with him when he ran away looking out for his people.

The name of the man - he called it Danaroot.

"- You're touching me. Eh!!

"Ahhh!

One room at a glance that I can tell is poor. A woman thrust out of bed by a man made a flashy noise and fell into the floor as she wrapped the table and the liquor bottle that was on it.

Thin fabric clothes - rather than just a woman wearing black cloth cuts that are no longer close to underwear.

The woman stretches out her poorly maintained blonde hair and has dark makeup on her face, but still her unhealthy appearance hasn't been hidden away.

"Don't make me say it again and again......! Don't touch me! Absolutely!!

The man thrusting the woman and calling is Danalut.

After he scattered himself to the falling woman, he punched the bedside in frustration as to whether his anger still could not subside.

The wooden hoof makes a gushing noise with impact.

But what is it? The moment the sound sounded, Danalut, who was supposed to be the one who punched him, shook his body victoriously as if frightened by the sound. And just because he committed a hell of a mistake, he paled his face and shrunk his body.

As it was rattling and trembling, Danalut with his head,

"Damn, damn, damn, damn -"

Repeatedly, I look at my status.

Name: Dana Route

Race: Human Race

Age: 25

Lv: 21

Status: Curse

HP: 137/137 (-239)

MP: 392/392

Muscle Strength: 16

Agility: 10

Intelligence: 17

Spirit: 11

Skills

[Swordsmanship Lv5] [Disconnect Lv1] [Demolition Lv3] [Collection Lv1] [Digging Lv1] [Escape Lv2] [Blackmail Lv2] [Theft Lv2] [Magic Sensing Lv1] [Magic Manipulation Lv1] [Language Lv3] [Arithmetic Lv2]

Equipment: Status Tag [Account Lv1] [System Log Lv1]

What is there is an indication that informs us of the obvious anomaly that the state: curse,.

And - (-239) a terrible correction value.

In Danaroot's sense, the number HP137 left with the correction was too low. Even considering its own parameters, which faded year after year, it was too low to be possible.

As far as Danaroot remembers, HP so low is where I was still just a little kid - that's what I wouldn't remember if I didn't go back to when I first made the tag in the Episcopal Church.

If you're going to fight monsters with HP like this, no, on the contrary, even if you fought a normal human opponent, no, maybe if you just fell on the road poorly, you die...

"Don't be ridiculous, don't be ridiculous...! That bastard did it... I don't know what to do... I don't know what to do..."

He watched Danalut with the kind of eyes that a fallen woman sees a madman, but he doesn't even care about that or anything. I ran my cloudy eyes blood, I occasionally glanced at my sword erected in a corner of the room, and also kept squeaking -.

SSS

E Rank Dungeon "Demon Mine Cave"

A small dungeon consisting of all five tiers.

The main emergent monsters are junior monsters such as goblins, big rats, and big mosses, and even the most dangerous ones are limited to two types of blue-killer fish, Big Poison Spider and confirmed at the bottom.

In order to ensure the stability of magic ore, which can also be regarded as the foundation of the demonic mining city of Berg, its absolute number is also small because it is funded by the Chamber of Commerce of Laseheima and there is constant interruption of monsters by adventurers. Therefore, the difficulty of the dungeon is the lowest E-rank.

Yesterday, after breaking up with Roulier, it is information about a dungeon that my heir (Tsugutsu) stopped by the Adventurer Guild to hear about.

With one piece of paper pieces I got along with that information, my successor was still in the dungeon today.

His presence today is just a little different than it was until yesterday.

Worn old white sneakers disappear, instead, well-made black leather boots wrap their feet around them.

And a brown leather belt wrapped around the waist. Its thick belt, integrated with the sheath, contained three knives.

"-... whoa, whoa, whoa"

My successor, who was walking forward looking at the pieces of paper, accidentally leaks a great aberration. I had no heart or my eyes shattered.

"... Mm, Nebu-saku?

Roulier leaned his neck as he walked Tokotoko next door.

"... oh, I slept pretty late after practicing [magic sensing]"

"[Magic sensing] done?

During the hunt the day before - although it was mostly mining rather than - the heir was taught [magic manipulation] by Roulier.

[Magic Manipulation] refers to magic, that is, the technique of manipulating one's MP as one wishes. In order to master this technique, it is first necessary to acquire the skills [Magic Sensing] of sensing the MP that is the object of manipulation.

Therefore, in order to master [magic sensing], the heir spared no time to meditate while sleeping, and kept searching all night for the magical energy body that should be in her...

"Not at all. Honestly, I'm tired of fighting reason whispering about whether there really is such mysterious energy."

"... I'm doing it"

Oh, and before my sighing heir, I could see the first divide I could say I was already familiar with.

The path that leads to the side where the right hand has a place to stand when the heir came to this world. The road leads to the mining hall hall on your left.

The heir dropped her eyes on a piece of paper in her hand.

This piece of paper is a map. This is a detailed description of the "Devil's Mine" tier, which was sold in the Adventurer's Guild for a single piece of silver coin.

According to that map, it looks like you have to take the right hand path to proceed to the basement two tiers. The road to the left side of the hall is intricately built from the end through the hall, but in the end it's all over the end.

Nevertheless, the aim of the heirs is not a dungeon attack, but a hunt. At least not for a two-tier now, and I haven't bought a two-tier map in the first place.

So the heirs took the left hand path, through the hall, to the place where the five branches that fought the goblins stood, as they had the day before.

"-So."

The heir looks at the map and wonders how to proceed with this branch.

Firstly, the rightmost path of the five branches can be excluded without having to look at the map.

The path, commonly known as the 'garbage hole', is a trail where giant holes just exist.

The map shows decadence and markings on the location of this garbage hole. This means a lethal trap. Because just beneath this passage is a bottomless cavity, and if you take a step there, the floor falls out like a pit, upside down to the bottom of the hole. The floor that collapsed at that time will also come back to normal with an incredible restoration phenomenon of the dungeon, similar to the wall, and will continue to function as a pit over and over again, so I would say trap is a good thing.

Neither from the Adventurer Guild had a single person returned from falling into this bottomless hole, his successor had received when buying the map the caveat of being very careful because it was a vicious trap with a 0% survival rate.

Where there are actual pitfalls...

"Ahead, Pitfalls Attention, Laseheima Chamber of Commerce"

- There is a massive array of signs to protect the miners, and the pit itself is almost powerless, but it is really a place where there is nothing but pit, so there is no need to consider this path.

So we're going to choose from the four remaining paths with the erasure method -

"... you can't take my place"

"Mm?"

"No... it's the end of every road, I'm not aiming for a goal somewhere, it's the same either way"

"What I'm trying to do is level up. I wish I had a monster."

Grip the scoop tightly, and flutter your breath, Lourier.

"- Right."

Her successor nodded as she was convinced of her words, and when she took her eyes off the map, she regained charge of Tsurhashi.

Neither of us have a bucket today.

"Then go, or the enemy will ask for it."

"... I want you to let me"

Rulier starts leading the way with his ears pinching and moving.

Following her, her successor also proceeded to the back of the dungeon.