Glutton Berserker ~The One That Exceeds The Concept Of Levels~

"Wow, the sword spoke!

I suddenly drop it to the ground in surprise because my black sword is what I talk about.

The shopkeeper, who is negotiating with another customer, stares at me with a narrow eye.

What are you doing, if you don't want to buy it, I just told you to leave.

Not quite.

What the hell is this... Talk - I've never heard of a sword with a heart.

Even when it comes to talking, you can use your reading skills, but this black sword is definitely as willing as a person.

In the meantime, I'll look it up with my Appraisal skills.

-Greed Shape: One-Handed Sword

Is that it? Is that all?

Other weapons should have information on endurance and aggression, but the Black Sword only knows the name and shape.

I stare at the mysterious black sword. Wearing oil and dust, it is thinly dirty. It's like me.

I can't believe they treat me like garbage scraps, especially.

If you think so, there's something that I'm kind of attracted to from intimacy.

But the voice I just heard was, "Buy me..."

That sounds like a great mouthful, but I feel like I didn't mean it.

If they're going to do something just by touching it, they should be doing it just now.

Then even if I touched it again or so, it shouldn't be a problem. I will never hold a black sword.

Then the voice sounded clearer than earlier.

'I thought I'd get away with it, but this is a pretty funny one. Come on, what do we do? You're buying me?

I look around at other borough weapons. Apparently, the only thing that seems to work properly is a black sword called Gried. Think of it as a sword with a chatter feature, you'll figure it out.

"I'll buy you. Besides, you and I feel alike."

'Well... then pay the fat guy over there. I feel nauseous looking at that scumbag's face.'

I took the greed, went to the counter where the store owner was, and put down two silver coins.

The store owner is still talking to the customer, and when he checks the price horizontally, he urges him to leave the dewstore so that he can get rid of the dog and cat by hand.

He's a bad shopkeeper to the end. Needless to say, I'm out of the dew shop. I'll never come back to you again!

I took the bolo cloth out of my pocket and wiped it to clean the gread I bought. But I can't take it off with stubborn oil and dust. If I had soap, I'd likely take it... but I don't have any more money to buy it.

"Nice to meet you, Greed"

'Come on, this is on the edge of something too. Or fate...... I'll stay with you till the end of your life. So, what's your name?

Speaking of which, I didn't say it.

"I'm Faith Graphite."

'Hmm, I remember I did it. What are we going to do, Faith?

It has been up to me since last night to do it.

"I got a weapon. You know."

"Hunting?

"Yes, monster hunting!

Just now, I'm going from the commercial district to the south gate of Wangdu with an inorganic partner named Gried.

The South Gate only carries large quantities of loads into the Commercial District and is built a circle larger than the other three gates. It's the size of a carriage lined up to go through ten cars at the same time.

Out of here, a little further, is a place commonly known as Goblin Meadow. It has become the residence of the Goblins, and attacking the wagon that passes through it is depriving them of food.

Strength as a demon is at its bottom, great for a novice samurai to deal with.

One thing to watch out for is the fact that you're attacking me by diving into the grass. They found one goblin, and when they approached to defeat it, they were surrounded by goblins hiding in the grass, and there was no such thing as going to the afterlife. So, "If you see one goblin, you think there's a hundred of them," so much so that there's a saying.

These stories were heard while an old samurai forced him to drink at a destination liquor store. I never saw it coming when it was going to help.

Now that I've joined the samurai, I'll start hunting for Goblin, the dragon climbing gate.

One-handed sword moves with attack skills! With this, you should be able to take down as much as a goblin.

And eat the soul of the defeated goblin, and make it your own.

Going all the way to the south gate with the wagon loaded, there are a lot of men and women armed with weapons.

Apparently, we're having an impromptu party between the people we care about here, and we're going on a demon hunt.

It's a party... okay. Bully me in my hometown village, Boch. Even here, Raphal and I didn't get a chance to make close friends.

We fight together, we encourage each other when we suffer, and we cry together when we are sad. A party of heroes in an old story told to me by a dead father. Young me, I was listening with my eyes shining.

"Nice... company"

Unexpectedly, I snap. Then the grid,

"You have me."

"Ugh, yeah......"

But you're inorganic. What I'm looking for is an organic companion. I think this difference is huge.

All right, I'll get in the mood and step in where the samurai are. It's okay, I'm not the one who can't have it right now. Has attack skills to fight demons.

I'm sure we can get inside that ring. And you should be able to accept it.

If you think so, you will hear from a samurai man who seems to be close in age.

"Having a sword means you're a samurai too, right? What do you say, why don't you join me?

"Okay!

I get happy, I get tense. I have little experience that people need. If they say it like I need your help, that won't help me to be happy anymore.

"Oh, I've always had trouble without a partner to hunt with today. By the way, what's your level?

"Yes, it's level one!

At that moment, he looked drawn. And then he scratches his head and says he remembers his errands and he walks away from me.

What... Somehow, only strange voidness remained.

That's what I call a Grid.

'Faith, give it up. Even if you have offensive skills, you're going to be anybody at level one. You may die in battle. You think I want to work with the weak ones?

When I heard that, I was relieved. I got my status and skills with bulimia skills and I felt really strong, but I just finally got to the starting line. Because the garbage chips have been too much so far, I don't know normal anymore.

"You were up."

'That's what I'm talking about. Besides, your skill "bulimia" is not a good idea at a glance. Give up the party. And use your cover skills to hide anything but one-handed swordsmanship skills. That's all I can say. "

"... why did you do that?

We haven't talked about bulimia skills yet. Yet how do I know?

Then Gried laughs invincibly.

'Cause you and I are alike. Well, you'll find out soon enough whether or not you respond.'

I put it a lot, and Gried decided to keep it that way.

Something bothers me, but I'm not wrong with what this guy said. If the other samurai knew too much about the power of bulimia skills, there wouldn't seem to be anything busy.

For example, there are people who take away the power of the target they killed, or maybe they take away my power. Kill him while he's weak... it could be something like that. This is a trace of Raphal's thinking. Well, some people might think something similar to this.

Safety first, we're going to have to go on a gread and demon hunt until we get so much power that we can't reach anyone.

Let's start with the goblin hunt.