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"Whatever you say... this is my skill."

My shooting in the Green Ghost's Labyrinth on the P90, which I showed on my first encount, seemed too irritating for Mr. Meeche, the Beast Clan, who is here to explore with me as my escort. Of all the things I have to ask, it seems that the out-of-the-mouth ban on me in the request, the tools that emit the same light on protective equipment and weapons that I have never seen, even though they are supposed to be "demonic", and the curious cat-based personality outweighed my self-restraint and self-awareness as a B-rank adventurer.

"Schwartz, I want to know too. I embarrassed Meeche with no extra prying earlier, but I wouldn't go any further than I saw your skills. I'm not asking you out of curiosity or intellectual desire, but I want you to know exactly what you're capable of in exploring the labyrinth while escorting you. Besides, that's not a normal skill. Can you explain what Skills and Skills are like?

Was there also an uncontrolled adventurer here... No, rather, an adventurer. So you're trying to fulfill your request... Another escort you're exploring with, Mr. Frau of Elves, asked this one with a stream as he turned his face to Goblin's sinking corpse.

"No, I don't know exactly, but did Skill say it was an active stunt and Skill was a passive stunt?"

"Well, you're probably not mistaken. Skills are activated at the will of the owner, and Skills always act on the owner regardless of will. That skill you've shown so far is superior to what we usually recognize."

"I mean, what is it?

"Blood skills, or something fundamentally different."

This is it. I thought that would convince me when it came to pedigree skills, but it was also mentioned that it could be something fundamentally different. I was wondering if I could delude you into feeling like you should say it's a pedigree skill, but I don't know if I might have this excuse for long either.

"... pedigree skills, 'ARMS'. Skills with both Skills and Skills. Don't talk to me."

"Oh, you're surprisingly sober. Of course not. Meeche, you too."

"Of course, if the General Alliance caught me, I'd be dead as an adventurer."

"Could you tell me a little more precisely, especially about something like a magic attack that knocked down a goblin, and its ability to fight back?"

I was worried for a moment about how to explain it, but I always thought these occasions would come one day. So like every night, when I went to bed, I was thinking about setting up my pedigree skills "ARMS".

Convert my VMB's system, its power into the rhetoric of a fantastic world and hide the truth, such as the power to fly something like a crystal of magic into an armed summons, the power to feel the movements around me, and the improvement of my physical abilities.

Having listened to my explanation, Mr. Frau and Mr. Meeche gave me a one-off satisfaction. He then resumed his exploration by discussing the division of roles and combat responses in continuing his labyrinth exploration.

The search from there was well in itself. The extra chatter disappeared, and if I made a pre-emptive attack with the scouts and the enemy approached me from multiple directions, I had Mr. Meeche and Mr. Frau take one side.

Mr. Meeche is a light warrior for sale with a small shield and a quick attack with dagger gear, and Mr. Frau is a magician who specializes in water and wind attribute magic.

This is the first time I've seen a full-fledged sorcerer fight.

Magic attacks by magicians always require chanting by magic words, but when you become a skilled magician, magic of good attributes can send magic directly into the magic name and embody it simply by chanting it.

They can specify in detail the size, power, behavior, etc. better if you chant it firmly, but if you want the magic name to express itself with magic, it seems that magic is expressed by one image created by an individual. I know they are both for a long time and a short time, but the high degree of magical freedom was more than I imagined.

"There seems to be a large room ahead, with signs of multiple enemies."

The truth is, I hear the voices of the 12 supposedly sub-races in the large room and the sound of movement, but I dare to tell the two behind me, hiding what I know exactly.

"What are we going to do?

"I'll shoot in extensive magic. After that, Schwartz, Meeche, please."

"Okay, after Mr. Frau's magic, I'll attack from the entrance to the big room, and finally, Mr. Meeche, please"

"All right."

The large room of the Green Ghost's Labyrinth was more of a rectangular room with an expanded aisle width than a large whole room. Twelve goblins line that rectangular exit. The three near the center have bigger bodies than regular goblins, and Mr. Meeche told me, "That's a goblin fighter."

Mr. Frau's magical attack was uttered when a goblin of a large body, supposedly a goblin fighter, roared and nine of his surroundings tried to rush out this way.

"~ ~ ~, ~ ~ ~, ~ ~ ~, Storm Riot (Cyclone)"

Mr. Frau's chant led to a major tornado between us and the Goblins, which moved towards the Goblin population. The goblins drank by the tornado were blown away, chopped into storms, and the colorless tornado swept up the goblin's blood and rambled, turning it into a red tornado and blew it into a large room.

I stand on my knees near the entrance to the big room, firing at the goblins that were only slightly injured when the tornado subsided and at the goblin fighters that stayed in the rear.

Goblin fighters who were crossing their arms near their faces to blow their hands with sticks and withstand the storm will be targeted for damage to their bellies and knees. Naturally, there are holes in the indefensible face.

When I make sure my shooting starts, Mr. Meeche rushes out and hunts the neck of the Goblins, who have been rendered immobile by storm riots (cyclones) and shootings.

Once finished, many goblins in the large room simply exposed the body without being able to do anything.

"Let's take a half-hour break in this big room, we'll go back to camp when we're done"

"Right, it's time to go back, but don't you have to make a map?

"I can't give you the details, but no problem. The mapping is going well."

It was only a few hours of exploration, but I was able to map a lot of the interior structure of the labyrinth of the Green Ghost.

The whole picture hasn't been seen yet, but if we go at this rate, we'll also see the stairs down to the basement second floor within a few days. Although Frau had sent a surprised gaze in response that there was no problem.

"I'm hungry."

Mr. Meeche is taking out a cloth bag that seems to be a tool bag... he is taking out something like a roll pan with a grilled fish pinched on his cheek... like a fish fly roll... I am also taking dried meat out of a luggage bag that hangs on my hips and shaving it.

I'd love to have some better meals, but I can't cook. You may be deadly as an adventurer, but now you're patient.

Mr. Frau is also taking the water bottle out of the tool bag and pouring it into the cup...... the hot air is out......

"A tool bag, is the time inside stopped?

"You're not going to stop completely, but it's going to go so slowly that the tea you put in in the morning stays hot until night."

"Really? I'm jealous of the ease of it because I can't use my tool bag"

I got an item box replacement called Gift BOX, but it's still no match for the ease of the toolbag, and I didn't know what they would say if I summoned and used it until Gift BOX.

"Then you can throw a party, and Schwartz can do it with anyone."

"It's difficult in" exorcism, "and it's impossible for you to tell me everything from one to ten about my skills and think about it. Besides, it's more convenient to work solo."

It would be more efficient to party and team up to conduct explorations. But I consume a lot of unattributed demon stones to use the VMB system. The power of the VMB itself is more visible than the original, with the distribution of rewards and the way in which they are fought, colliding with those who act together.

Besides, I don't really want people to know my body, a resilient body that should be called self-regeneration without knowing this fatigue. I could not imagine in the end the fear that I might not be recognized as a person, the fear that I would be treated like an experimental animal, rolling to the better known.

"Time to go back, go straight to the ground"

With such fear in mind, I immediately took the lead and moved forward.