I’m currently undergoing Newcomer Training.
I’ve recently started a new job as a Dungeon Tester, a.k.a. a regular employee, after a stint as a NEET.
“Guaaaah!?”
I let out a scream that I probably shouldn’t have, but this is newcomer training.
With a shock that resonated through my abdomen, my feet left the ground. I bounced once on the white floor before rolling around uselessly. But this is newcomer training.
To be able to punch with enough force to send a person flying.
You might imagine such a person to be like a gorilla or a Terminator, but unfortunately, my opponent’s appearance is far from that.
From my perspective, Suella-san, a dark elf with an intelligent and cool demeanor, looks like someone who wouldn’t possess such strength.
Newcomer training?
It’s a stepping stone for new employees to adjust to the company and become assets to the workforce, under the guidance of their seniors or superiors.
After quitting my previous job at a “black company,” I’ve officially joined the Demon Lord’s Army? and taken on the role of a Dungeon Tester.
Of course, I’m currently undergoing that newcomer training, but it seems to be quite different from what I had imagined.
“Are you alright?”
“Do I… look alright?”
“No, you don’t.”
What is required to delve into a dungeon?
Knowledge?
That is necessary.
Charging into a dungeon without understanding it is akin to walking into death.
Tools?
Assembling weapons, armor, and healing potions is unthinkable, unless you’re playing a special mode in a game.
There are many other preparations needed, but fundamentally, combat power is probably what’s required.
Even though I instinctively tensed my abs, the shock penetrated me, and my breathing stopped.
As a result, I couldn’t get up naturally and needed to be roused to my feet.
I knew that while I would be a new asset, I would struggle with the physical combat capabilities required. My assumptions were too naive.
I understood that it wasn’t as simple as finishing up from my previous job for a week, moving from my apartment to the company dorm for three days, and then immediately heading into dungeons as a Dungeon Tester.
Naturally, they couldn’t send complete novices or those unsuited for combat into dungeons.
Therefore, there’s a training period to assess formal hiring.
It’s the third day of that training, and I’m getting up with the help of a wooden sword, which I’m using as a staff. I’ve donned the Kendo gi and protective gear I was given.
It’s like twisting an infant’s arm.
That phrase crossed my mind, such was the vast difference in skill between Suella-san and me.
Sweat poured from me, the first strenuous exercise in a while, and my breath grew ragged.
In contrast, Suella-san, despite wearing a suit and high heels, attire far from suitable for martial arts, stood ready with her wooden staff, showing no signs of sweat, and looked down at me.
“Your physical strength has improved, hasn’t it?”
“Don’t you feel it yourself?”
“I didn’t expect a wooden sword with a steel core to feel so light.”
And yet, I can’t win.
No, I can’t even engage in a proper exchange.
“I’ve been made to realize the difference in levels.”
I’m wearing a navy blue Kendo gi, matching protective gear, and a dark brown wooden sword.
Physically, I don’t look much different, but I’ve just spent considerable time swinging a steel rod.
Currently, my physical abilities are such that I can run fast enough to compete in the Olympics, though not necessarily win, and I can jump over a person.
I can definitely feel my abilities improving.
“The magic crest is amazing.”
“It’s merely a circuit that draws out magic power according to Jiro-san’s soul. There’s no need to be so surprised.”
The current me can do what even I couldn’t at my peak, thanks to the magic crest, an otherworldly technology.
It’s a circuit—the magic crest—that channels the energy of magic, which interferes with mind, technique, and body, into a vessel called magic aptitude.
That alone has dramatically improved my physical abilities.
I distinctly remember asking if the special chemicals painted in geometric patterns all over my body were harmless.
“As you get used to it, the effect will increase further. And you’ll be able to use magic as well.”
“That’s exciting.”
The magic crest is merely a circuit; it’s just a path to absorb and release magic power.
However, my body, which has accepted the magic power, has been strengthened overall, and with proper knowledge, I can apparently use magic that suits my aptitude.
Furthermore, the magic crest has a secondary effect.
“It’s wonderful to be able to feel my growth.”
It allows me to see my stats, much like in a game.
I don’t have it on me right now, but by channeling magic through my magic crest to a terminal developed by the Demon Lord’s Army, I can view my stats numerically.
While the concept of levels doesn’t exist, having my strength, agility, knowledge, and even luck quantified is encouraging for someone with athletic experience.
“This week, you’ll have lectures in the morning and practice battles like this in the afternoon.”
“Is this to prepare for entering dungeons?”
“Yes. If we just give you the overview and tell you to go, it would be a waste of our efforts in recruiting you.”
Suella-san’s words make me believe that the environment is indeed harsh.
The magic crest I’m using is, naturally, also used by Suella-san.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to easily send flying an adult male, who, while taller than her, is only by about the size of a fist, and slender in build.
Just a moment ago, during this practice battle, I managed to stop her movements once with an overhead swing.
It was a result of a series of coincidences, but at that moment, I felt a definite impact.
However, after stopping her movement, she caught my blow with one hand and responded with a counterattack delivered with effortless grace. Though it felt like a light kick, her movements were swift and intense.
I experienced it along with the pain, and in the afternoon, I repeated it to the point where I didn’t want to count it anymore.
I don’t know how many times I rolled on the ground today alone.
That’s how clearly the difference in our abilities is. Since we became colleagues, the honorifics have changed from “sama” to “san,” but we’re still senpai and kouhai.
I must listen carefully to the warnings and advice from my senpai.
That’s for my own good and is the manner of a working adult.
Moreover,
“You’re a Hero, aren’t you? The one who can break through Dungeons.”
“A division or two? I can easily fend them off.”
From the snippets of conversation, it seems I have to create a Dungeon that even a Hero, whom I can only describe as abnormal, cannot conquer.
If I get discouraged at this level, I won’t be able to continue this work.
And I surprisingly found out how monstrous that Hero is.
There seems to be a Crystal that records the battle between the previous Demon Lord and the Hero.
It’s classified, and not something you can see easily, but Suella said she would show it to me someday.
A Demon Lord and a Hero are beings who act with unparalleled might.
The joke that a normal flick to the forehead is like a missile attack sounds ridiculously unrealistic.
Coming up with a Dungeon to defend against that is no ordinary, reckless request, but conversely, when it becomes such an impossible game, I find it rewarding.
If I think of it as preparation for that, I can overcome this suffocating hardship with enjoyment and still push forward.
“One more round!”
With those words, I stood up and resumed the mock battle.
Well, it would have been nice if I could have won even one round there.
As expected, I couldn’t, and we extended the rounds, repeating mock battles until just a while ago, accumulating loss after loss.
“Being completely defeated in every match, it’s surprisingly not that frustrating.”
No, it is frustrating, but every time Suella defeats me, she points out my flaws, and as I implement her advice, I improve one after another. This allows me to feel myself growing stronger, and the enjoyment outweighs the frustration.
The fun emotions spill out, and I tighten my expression, which is on the verge of a grin, as I shoulder the bag of armor once more.
I passed through the dormitory entrance and deliberately took the stairs instead of the elevator, perhaps a manifestation of my desire to move my body more.
I lightly eliminated the smell with antiperspirant spray, but the sticky feeling of my clothes due to sweat still remained.
In the past, I would have immediately taken a shower and chugged a can of sparkling beer from the refrigerator, but that’s for later.
I took out my key from my pocket, entered my room, and took off my shoes.
“Now then, I wonder how much I’ve improved today.”
Most of the personal belongings in my apartment room were sold or disposed of as a fresh start with this job change, so I’ve reduced them considerably. My current dormitory room has a neat atmosphere, with only the built-in furniture remaining.
Among them, I unhesitatingly approached my desk and picked up a white device that, at first glance, looked like a tablet PC.
Rather, apart from the fact that its energy source is my mana, its contents are exactly like a tablet PC.
Well, except that its internal functions are packed with apps developed by the Demon Lord’s Army, which is quite different from modern devices.
I flowed mana from my magic crest and powered on the device. Even the short boot-up time felt like an eternity for me.
“Status check, then.”
Once it booted up, I slid the screen and unhesitatingly launched the status check app.
Instantly, the text “Scanning…” appeared on the screen, and the scan finished in just a few seconds.
“As expected, the increase in Strength and Durability is good.”
I had been moving my body for four hours today, and in each session, I swung a wooden sword with an iron core, and was repeatedly punched and sent flying by Suella.
It would be strange if it hadn’t improved.
The status screen displays, in order from top to bottom: Strength, Durability, Agility, Stamina, Dexterity, Knowledge, Intuition, Luck, and Mana. It also shows a comparison with the previous diagnosis.
“Instead, while Stamina is okay, Agility has only increased a little, and Knowledge has hardly changed at all. I’ve never even seen Luck increase.”
Strength can be increased simply by training muscles, and Stamina can be improved by doing things that require physical endurance, such as long-distance running.
As for Luck, I don’t know how to increase it yet.
“I had classroom training in the morning… Knowledge is really hard to improve.”
Well, I’ll consider it a small victory that it hasn’t decreased.
This status check, along with the newly acquired magic crest, never lies about effort.
The more you do, the more you realize that differences in talent exist, and some abilities are easier to raise than others, but they are not impossible to raise.
Conversely, if you neglect your effort, your stats will surely decrease.
Red indicates an increase, black indicates stagnation, and blue indicates a decrease.
Fortunately, there are no blue numbers in my current stats.
It would be good if it stayed this way, but there will likely be times when it doesn’t.
“Next, I need to see how many skills I can acquire during training.”
I slid the device and moved to the next page.
The “Skills” section appeared, and only one item was displayed there.
“Monkey’s Roar of Intimidation: Intimidates and attracts enemies with an incomprehensible cry. Damage increase when used during attacks (minor).”
Yeah, in other words.
For a beginner in kendo, it’s embarrassing to shout “Men,” and for an intermediate player, it’s “Meeeennn!”
And when you become advanced, it becomes…
“Meeeeyuuuueeeennnn!!!!!”
An outburst of incomprehensible cries.
And I’m one of those who are part of that outburst.
When I first had the status check during my health examination, I was stunned to learn that such a skill existed.
If one were to learn kendo, they would naturally expect skills related to swordsmanship or swords, wouldn’t they?
But even in fantasy, harsh realities exist.
“You don’t have passive skills in your games, do you?”
According to Suella, I can’t get stronger with skills. Well, it seems the Magic Crest is something of a substitute for passive skills.
Moreover, it’s rare for humans to have skills from the start by engraving a Magic Crest, and it seems like it could make a fortune if cultivated.
“So, ‘understanding incomprehensible languages’ is my lifeline?”
If the opponent is intimidated, it certainly gives me an advantage.
I’ll have to consider that too, or I won’t literally ‘survive’ in this industry.
“Now then, I’ll go take a shower.”
For now, my body is my capital for this work. I’ll take a bath and then have dinner. I have lectures from tomorrow morning too.
The morning of the fourth day of training.
In a tiered classroom, like a university lecture hall, where the back row is higher than the front, I summarize key points while alternating between documents and notes. In between, I send gazes to the members of my cohort from the very back.
The first thing I can say is that they are overwhelmingly young.
At least, there isn’t a single person who looks older than me. Most are in their early twenties, around twenty to twenty-three. Well, since the content demands combat power, it’s not strange that the members are young.
Furthermore, there are far fewer people than the number initially planned for recruitment. The lecture hall, which was likely intended for hundreds, is less than half full, or rather, only about a third of the seats are being used.
However, surprisingly, there’s hardly any difference in the gender ratio.
To add to that, there are no minors. Well, that’s natural. No matter how good the salary or workplace environment is, parents of minors wouldn’t give permission if there’s a risk to their child’s life. Of course, there might be cases where they give permission, but that would be an exception. The recruitment notice did include minors, but this isn’t a manga or a game. Even in fantasy, it seems that students fighting isn’t a dream that easily comes true.
“Fantasy is right in front of us, though.”
Precisely because I’m in the back row, I nod quietly so as not to be noticed. Standing at the podium is a different Dark Elf man, not Suella, who is also handsome and looks good in a lab coat. The female testers are all gazing at him with sparkling eyes and listening seriously. Among the male testers, about 30% are listening seriously, while the rest are half-heartedly listening with a bored expression.
“Monsters in dungeons are broadly divided into two types.”
Well, I’m one of that 30%. Honestly, getting jealous of the instructor for being handsome and popular with women and then weighing that against my own life would be too foolish. Of course, being close to thirty and still single is also a reason for my somewhat resigned attitude. While sending a look of exasperation at my fellow trainees, I write down what I believe to be important parts of the content displayed on the monitor in my notebook. Naturally, I don’t forget to highlight the document too.
“They are Soul and Blood. Souls are monsters formed solely by magic. Generally, monsters roaming dungeons are Souls. Their characteristic is that even when attacked and wounded, they don’t bleed, but instead, magic particles overflow, and upon defeat, their bodies, except for a portion, vanish completely.”
I read the content written in the document and simultaneously absorb the words of the Dark Elf instructor.
“It’s not that there are no individual differences, but there isn’t a large difference in ability. If you have knowledge and skill, they are not opponents you can’t defeat. On the other hand, they have little effect on the Magic Crest and yield few obtainable materials.”
In summary, they are mass-produced monsters whose corpses don’t remain.
“Be careful with Blood. Although their numbers are fewer, they boast specs three to ten times that of Soul monsters of the same species.”
Blood, looking at the document, literally bleed when wounded and leave behind corpses when defeated. They are, so to speak, unique monsters.
“You are all not yet accustomed to dungeons. If you encounter one, I recommend running away immediately without overextending yourselves.”
I can see some hesitant reactions to the Dark Elf instructor’s words. Their strength is several times that of a Soul individual, and fighting them requires risk and experience. However, they offer rewards in the form of magic power and special materials that Souls don’t have. It’s low risk, low return with Souls, or high risk, high return with Blood. If I had to choose, I’d pick the former, but there will be those who choose the latter. Especially those who are overexcited by obtaining a Magic Crest. Magic Crests evolve. Or rather, it might be better to call it optimization. It seems to take time for external circuits attached from the outside to be integrated into the body, and energy is needed to accelerate this process. Combat with monsters supplements this. Simply moving the body optimizes the Magic Crest, but the quality is low and it’s hard to improve. In contrast, fighting monsters not only optimizes the Magic Crest but also provides magic power when defeated, a factor that improves its quality. For me, who is almost thirty, the added benefit of a salary increase is a huge plus.
“The way to distinguish them is simple. A Soul individual will always have some characteristic imprinted upon it.”
Demon races and monsters tend to flaunt their strength. This is reflected in unique claws, skin color, or weapons, and this is mirrored in the unique Blood monsters.
“That’s all for today. After you’ve all had lunch, we’ll proceed to the afternoon training.”
It’s already approaching noon, and since we’ve reached a natural stopping point, the lecture ends about five minutes early.
“Also, we will collect your job preference surveys tomorrow. Bring it with you as it will be used to distribute your initial equipment, so don’t forget.”
With that, the handsome Dark Elf left the lecture hall, leaving behind what felt like a parting gift. Released from my concentration, I stretch, and my bones creak, feeling my stiff muscles loosen. And around me, everyone is buzzing about the handsome Dark Elf’s parting message.
“What kind of job are you going for?”
“Hm? Are you a mage after all?”
“Huh? You too?”
“It seems scary to go to the front, right?”
“Yeah, that’s true.”
While listening to the continuing conversation about how there were no frontliner jobs, I stood up and walked past them.
And no one tried to talk to me.
If our eyes met, they would give a slight nod, but that was all.
“This is probably what they call a generation gap.”
Seeing their reactions, I truly felt I had gotten old.
After all, I was the oldest among the同期 (douki – people who joined at the same time) who were hired.
And everyone else was younger than me. Frankly, I didn’t know how to talk to them, and they probably thought there was little benefit in becoming friends with me, whose physical growth was already on the decline.
Or rather, I had overheard such gossip.
Therefore, I had successfully and regrettably
“Become a singleton approaching thirty.”
It wasn’t a happy occasion, but I decided to think of it as liberating.
“Frontliner jobs aren’t popular.”
Shifting my thoughts to a positive outlook, I moved to a corner of the cafeteria and, while eating Hayashi rice, I looked at a form similar to a career aspiration survey.
It had spaces for first, second, and third job preferences. In the larger categories at the top, jobs were divided into three types: frontliner, mid-range, and backliner.
Even so, choosing a job didn’t grant any special skills. It simply meant that initial equipment for the desired profession would be distributed, and basic operation lectures would be provided.
“Well, people are people, and I am me.”
Once I had finished writing down my desired jobs, which I had considered over the past two to three days, I just needed to focus on my lunch.
I had to eat well to prepare for the afternoon.
“Meyyyyeeeen”
My belly full, I let out a loud, strange scream. The overhead chopping strikes I had been practicing for the past three days had gradually lost any sense of mercy.
Always giving it my all, with the physical support from my Magic Crests, I could move with a little recklessness, even if it wasn’t easy. This feeling of fighting in earnest reminded me of my younger days.
“Durrrrrrrrrr!!”
I forcefully changed the momentum of my downward swing into a horizontal slash, but it ended with a light clanging sound, like two pieces of wood hitting each other.
“Think that I will attack if you turn your back. Please keep that in mind.”
There was no time to even understand.
I threw myself down as if to follow the clear advice given in a cool voice, and as I rolled forward, I heard the friction sound of air passing by my back, as if something had just grazed it.
“Stand up quickly. A sitting prey is an easy target.”
“Tsurukiiiiiiiiiiii!!”
“Your decision to counterattack while standing is excellent, but against an opponent of the same rank, it might work. However, a desperate attack against a superior opponent will not be effective.”
React with your body before you think.
“Koteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!”
“When you attack, make sure your posture is properly set.”
As if my thrust, intended as a feint, wasn’t even in her sights, Suella’s staff quickly and accurately deflected the wooden sword I swung towards her wrist.
“Otherwise, consecutive attacks will only be a waste of energy and become a futile movement. And, you must properly follow up after your attack.”
To think that she was a backliner, this Otherworld was incredible.
Against her staff, which she swung smoothly so I could see it but couldn’t react to, the only thing I could do was tense my body and jump up slightly.
“Gu”
I briefly lost my breath, but that was all.
It hurt quite a bit, but it wasn’t enough to incapacitate me.
I praised myself for having developed such resistance to pain in just a few days.
“Goha!”
Unfortunately, I couldn’t.
“You might have judged that jumping would absorb the impact, but it’s better to consider the opponent’s Attack Power before making such a judgment. Otherwise, I don’t recommend using the action of jumping to absorb impact unless in a very open space.”
Yes, I’m experiencing that firsthand.
But the wall I just collided with was at least twenty meters away from where I was standing.
“Especially in places with many closed spaces, like Dungeons, or areas with possible falls like cliffs, the action you just took would surely be fatal.”
“Th-that’s harsh.”
“It’s for your survival.”
“Y-yes, that’s true.”
Despite having easily blown me away, Suella approached me with a brisk walk, her expression unchanged, and touched my body.
The slightly warm skin temperature of a woman made my heart skip a beat, different from the pain.
I flinched slightly at the sensation.
“? Sorry, did I hurt you?”
“N-no.”
It would be inappropriate to say it was just embarrassing, and I couldn’t say it for reasons of shame.
“It’s just bruising. Shall I cast some Treatment Magic?”
“No, only for fractures or things like that.”
“Indeed, Treatment Magic hinders growth. But that’s only for durability. I don’t recommend pushing yourself too hard.”
“Durability is essential for a frontliner, and although my body hurts now, it doesn’t feel like I’m overdoing it, so it’s alright.”
I stood up, pushing aside the tip of her staff, which was presented towards my head, with my palm. As I rotated my shoulders and lifted my legs, a slight pain shot through various parts of my body.
But conversely, that was all.
My bones didn’t feel broken. There was no bleeding. If left alone, my body heat would mask the pain.
“And it’s also fortunate that Suella is skilled at controlling her strength, so I’m not in pain in weird places.”
If my joints ached, or I lost the grip strength to hold a wooden sword, or I was bashed in the head repeatedly, it would certainly be problematic, but that hasn’t happened so far.
“I don’t know about the future, but the difference in our abilities right now is like that between a baby and a winged dragon. Thanks to that, I have plenty of leeway, allowing me to do this.”
It was far beyond merely twisting a baby’s hand.
“Is there that much of a difference?”
“Yes. For your information, the difference between me and the General is about the same.”
Even Suella said this, it’s a matter of dimension where power inflation is occurring.
“By the way, what’s the difference between a General and the Demon Lord?”
“If Generals were to gather, they might be able to land one blow, and even then, it would only be a superficial scratch.”
Honestly, I can’t imagine how strong that is.
“To the Demon Lord, am I less than an ant?”
“In terms of combat power… even microorganisms might be too much.”
When there’s such a huge difference, you can’t help but give up.
Finally, as the pain started to subside and I was able to stand up, I readily accepted Suella’s offer for a break.
To be honest, I had been standing out of male pride in front of a beautiful woman, so I moved to the side and took off my mask.
“Phew, the Hero who can win against or fight on par with such a Demon Lord, is from Earth like me, right?”
“Yes, to be more specific, the average age of a Hero is between sixteen and nineteen.”
“What happened, modern high school?”
Even though I should have been freed from the constricting sensation, the revealed fantasy situation stirred up a strange, lingering emotion in my heart.
Also, I’ve never seen or heard of such a chaotic high school student.
If such a high school student existed, it wouldn’t be possible to keep it a secret.
That means…
“Fantasy is scaryyy!”
“Even coming from you, who has a General-class Magic Aptitude, it feels like fifty steps and a hundred paces.”
“I don’t feel it at all.”
Suella, who was in a position to know the results of the physical measurement taken when I first joined the company, smiled a little troubled and offered me a sports drink she summoned with magic.
“Thanks, but Magic Aptitude 8, do you really have that kind of ability?”
“I won’t be able to feel it for quite some time. Only those truly exceptional beings with Magic Aptitude 10 can feel their strength from the start.”
I sensed a feeling of not quite agreeing with her words, but there was no need to prod further.
I drank the entire bottle in one go, quenching my thirst, and then thought about my actual specs.
Even though I don’t feel it at all, it means I have potential specs that, with years of training, could reverse the combat situation I was just in.
“Most people only have combat power comparable to a Goblin at best. However, with your current abilities, you won’t fall behind a Goblin anytime soon. If you’re lucky, you can even take down an Orc head-on.”
“Isn’t that amazing?”
After being thoroughly beaten for the past few days, I honestly thought she would tell me I was below a Goblin and criticize me harshly.
But Suella gave me a much higher evaluation than I expected.
“Yes, in a one-on-one fight, what I said is correct. However, there aren’t many beings isolated in a Dungeon. It also becomes an opening for Heroes.”
“What do you mean?”
“With your current abilities, you can take on ten enemies if they don’t get an opening, but you’ll lose to three if they exploit your weaknesses.”
However, her impression of being someone who can do her job properly was not betrayed.
My raised nose was quickly brought back down to earth.
If she had told me that I would basically die, I might have gotten angry. But I’m not so young that I would get worked up about something I don’t know until I try it.
“How strong do I need to be?”
If I had to choose one, I would consider strategies to avoid danger.
“Strong enough to defeat a Hero.”
“I don’t need to fight, do I?”
“We’re assuming a Dungeon against Heroes. It would be problematic if you didn’t become that strong.”
“That’s right.”
This was something I knew from the start. Creating a Dungeon against Heroes was the job I had taken on.
“Let’s finish after one more round. I’m going to go a little serious, so here’s some information beforehand.”
“?”
Hearing that it was the end of the break, and that there was only a little more to go, was enough reason to get motivated. I listened to her with my mask on.
“Your job preference form is due to be collected by tomorrow morning. Therefore, depending on the circumstances, your afternoon training supervisor may change.”
“Is your job as a Mage, Suella-san?”
“Yes, so if they’re short-handed there, I might be reassigned.”
Given our conversation and what I’ve observed during the day, I’m sure my supervisor will change. It’s said that the best person to do a job is someone who specializes in it, and my desired job and hers are completely different. I tied the last string of my training equipment firmly and stood up, wooden sword in hand.
“Understood. Then, one more round, please.”
“I won’t use magic, but I’ll show you the close-combat abilities of a Mage.”
I felt a pang of regret that my training with such a beautiful woman was coming to an end. I resolved to last as long as possible and faced her in the center of the training ground. To sum up the result, I showed the best endurance I’ve ever had, but the outcome of being beaten up remained the same. Conclusion: Fantasy Mages are incredible.
Jiro Tanaka, 28 years old, single, no girlfriend, Occupation: Dungeon Tester (Full-time Employee)
Magic Aptitude: 8 (General Class)
Status
Strength 13 → Strength 25
Stamina 10 → Stamina 30
Agility 12 → Agility 17
Endurance 8 (-5) → Endurance 19 (-5)
Dexterity 15 → Dexterity 21
Knowledge 30 → Knowledge 31
Intuition 5 → Intuition 6
Luck 5 → Luck 5
Magic Power 40 → Magic Power 40
Status Conditions
Nicotine Addiction
Lung Contamination
Word of the Day
I am being beaten up by a Dark Elf Mage during my training.
Only these two chapters will be posted today.
I will post again tomorrow.
