CH 6

[In Other Words, I Just Have to Raise My Level]

My level is 57.

Moreover, the upper limit has risen to 80… Do you understand what this means?

I want you to understand that level 57 is the average characters’ level when you passed the turning point in the middle stage of the original game.

In the original game, the level of Higaki Ao, who officially joined around August, is 40, so at least I will definitely not lose in terms of level at this time.

So why did I lose to her so easily if I didn’t lose in terms of level?

“If I lost in terms of status, I wouldn’t have been able to react, so that shouldn’t be the case…”

I was able to respond, and I was well aware of her movements. In terms of basic strength, I was undoubtedly equal or stronger than her.

In that case, isn’t it natural to think that the cause of my defeat is ‘experience’?

I tried to pull out my sword against the attacking opponent normally. Since she slipped into my bosom, I tried to drive her away with my hand.

What if I moved my legs and jumped away at that time? Whether there was a wall or a window, if I wanted to, I would be able to break through them and I wouldn’t lose that badly, right? If I could make such judgment, wouldn’t I be able to escape or resist?

I can beat monsters that have fixed motion pattern like in the game one-sidedly, but people are not like that.

Apparently, this world adopted action battle instead of turn-based battle like in the original work; thus, it seems that it had transformed from a mere RPG to an action RPG. In that case, you should have told me sooner… there’ll no next time, world.

However, its root is still RPG after all. After a few action elements have been added, in the end, status and information will make a difference.

Then what I should do is the same. All I have to do is utilize all the information I have and continue to raise my level with all my might.

If she thinks that a typical lower-class citizen with low humanity like me will only cry and fall asleep, I’ll teach her that she’s wrong.

There are quite a few people I made angry, but you are the first person who made me angry… I will have you take this responsibility properly!!

A few days after making a calculation in my head, and a week after leaving the hospital.

I set my feet in the Adventurer Guild and get onto the lounge which is only allowed for some high-ranked adventurers alone. In defiance of the surroundings’ gazes, I stand in front of my target while ignoring the adventurer who came to ascertain my purpose.

The person sitting on the leather sofa, which is releasing an exaggerated luster, sees the sword on my waist, drinks the alcohol he has in his hand, and exhale a bitter breath that have a trace of liquor smell.

Even while feeling fresh seeing a new side of the person that I haven’t seen until now, I point out only my own circumstances and business.

“I found you Uncle Bonus. I wanna go leveling for a bit, so can you accompany me until I die?”

The man called the ‘Sword Saint’ – Sanuki Shoichiro stands up with a smile. Without hesitation, I kick the table before him, robbing him of his sight, and swing my sword.

The ‘Sword Saint’, who slipped through the kicked table and got into my bosom, repels my blade with his fist, grabs my neck with one hand and throw me out of the window.

“——gah!?”

After I was thrown diagonally upward from the window, I immediately cross my arms, and receive an impact so strong that I wonder if I was hit by a car.

It was from the flying kick of Uncle who chased me and jumped out of the window; I received it from above my defense, was kicked flying, blown off to a distance of several hundred meters and rolled on the ground.

There is the familiar riverbed. At the place where I and Uncle Bonus first met, I slowly raise my body from the ground with my sword as a support.

“Uee, gu…cough!”

“Getting in suddenly like that was pretty rude, but well, from now on you have to make an appointment in advance, okay? Though I think asking that of you is just a wishful thinking, carefreely doing whatever one please is just like you after all.”

My view is flickering. My thought slows down due to pain.

Nevertheless, I don’t move my gaze away from the enemy I was looking for; I focus on the ‘Sword Saint’ before my eyes.

“So? What kind of interesting thing did you come up with this time, boy?”

“Geugh, cough, cough… hah~? No, it’s that, since I prioritized my character level, I want to raise the level of parts that I neglected.”

“You used terms I don’t quite understand again.”

“Don’t worry, I only want Uncle Bonus to do one thing.”

“And that is?”

My character level is sufficient. What I lacked is combat experience.

In order to take a safe margin, what I required is ‘additional skill’ and ‘skill level’.

The message of ‘Impact Resistance’ I acquired by surviving after being struck to the ground, and the word of ‘Durability +1’ that floated like a bubble in my field of vision along with pain earlier gives me energy.

The ringing fanfare makes me want to jump in joy even now, the overflowing delight makes me leak out a smile.

With a pure smile plastered on my face, I thrust my sword at Uncle Bonus and state my demand.

“I will continue to attack until I am satisfied, so let’s fight!”

“What if you die?”

“It’s okay, it’s okay, no worries. I’ve made various preparations after all.”

As my smile got wider and wider, Uncle Bonus let out a smile too, pull out the odachi (extra-long sword) on his back with one hand, and languidly lower it without exerting any force.

Seeing Uncle who seemingly watching someone who is completely happy from the bottom of their hearts, it might be rude but I once again realize that for me, this person is not the ‘Sword Saint’ but a ‘convenient person (Uncle Bonus)’.

I’d like to convey the joy that is boiling strongly in my heart and share it with Uncle Bonus, but it is regrettable that my cheeks can’t raise further, so it can’t be helped.

With a common iron sword in my right hand, I have a full HP recovery potion in my left hand, which I have purchased in large quantities by using the money I have saved until now.

Wrapped around my head is Indomitable Headband.

This equipment item has the effect of ‘when you receive a damage that greatly exceeds your own HP upper limit, you can withstand it, leaving you with only 1 HP’.

I don’t know Uncle’s true strength, but even for argument’s sake, he’s a ‘Sword Saint’. Even though he died in the main game, since he is a legendary personage, the difference in our true strength will be as different as heaven and earth.

So, I prepare items on the premise that I will die with only one blow, and have myself continue to be a sandbag until I gain some combat experience.

It’s a dead race in which I’ll keep fighting against the serious ‘Sword Saint’ by making full use of the Indomitable Headband and recovery items. If I get over this, I’m sure I’ll have even more strength!

“——It’s a player’s privilege to retry when they died. One of the most powerful bosses is the game’s flower!!”

Hiiaaaaahhh!! Today, tomorrow, every day is leveling!! I’ll go all out to make my skills level hit counter stop!!

Once you receive it, whether you lost interest, overworked, got tired, or hurt your back, I’ll have you accompany me until I’m satisfied, Uncleeeeee!!

“Wii—hihihihihi, hyaahaaaa!!!

While my body is cut times and again, while my limbs are about to be cut off, I continue to use recovery items generously and swing my sword so that I can receive at least receive even one of the 20 slashes that is cutting across my whole body.

When my sword and his sword clashes, what appears in my field of vision along with sparks is ‘experience points’. Seeing that, I smile widely and finally start laughing loudly without being able to bear it.

Ahh, fun. Ahh! Fun! The more I ignore the splattering blood, the more energy overflows from the depths of my soul!

“Ugh, cough, uhyoo! My level, my level goes uuuuuuup!!”

“Ha ha ha. You sure seem to be enjoying it, boy.”

“That is of course!!”

I, who went completely insane and laughed loudly, and Uncle Bonus, who swung his sword happily.

That storm of one-sided violence that could not be called a battle continued even after the sun had set.