The strongest sage in the inferior position ~ The strongest in the world to the bottom [villager] ~

Once again, I peeked into something called "Scale of Try".

Definitely.

It's what I used to experiment with.

The position and depth of the wound match those in memory.

I just don't remember what happened to me after I gave up as an experiment.

I definitely threw it away, but I didn't remember where I threw it.

Anyway, we all have no idea where we've been, but it seems to be the national treasure of the kingdom of Villa Amst.

In the world three hundred years later, this way we met even felt something fated.

But is something like this a national treasure......

In Galvail, where magic has diminished, large individuals like Adamangarter have difficulty living.

Now, I guess I rarely see it anymore.

It is not surprising that some of the precious species are certified as treasures.

Oh, I'm the brave one...

You were supposed to be named a wise man, but when were you treated like a hero?

"What's up, Russell? You've been watching very enthusiastically."

The king asked me, stroking his beard.

It was a little emotional.

"Emotional? Hehe...... Don't be funny. Then it's as if you've met Adamangarter."

"That's not true. He or she lived 300 years ago."

Atonorough adds.

And I distorted the edge of my mouth to laugh.

I've met him, and I've defeated him.

Then, the scaly wound is mine.

This is me, too, what you call "brave men".

I just said, you won't believe me.

"I'm afraid, Your Majesty. Ask. Where did you get this scale?

"Uhm. I hear the grand king - that is, the first king who founded the kingdom of Villa Amst - gave it more than the brave ones"

Yeah? Was he like that?

No...... But I've been remembering it from time to time.

Indeed, before this reincarnation, I incinerated and disposed of all my armor and equipment to avoid leaving any trace of myself.

For if it remained in future generations, it even included treasure weapons that would be a source of strife.

On the other hand, for the harmless, I gave the money to the pedestrian who wanted to go through and asked him to dispose of it...

Huh?

You're not that merchant!

I wonder what he was like......

I can't even remember my face.

But you're definitely the merchant then.

I mean, is that the founder of the Kingdom of Villa Amst?

There's a mob-faced guy who can't even remember his face......!

In a way, maybe the most mysterious thing in the world 300 years from now.

"Well...... That's the real deal from here, Russell Singh Stark. I'll have you slash this."

What? What?

You gonna slash this?

It's a national treasure, isn't it?

"Ha-ha-ha... You're surprised, Russell. But don't guide me. This is like a ritual. Every year, I let a newly enlisted soldier do it. When it comes to slashing, most things don't even scratch."

Are you turning a national treasure into a new American soldier?

You're a very tough king.

Well, the king's right, there won't be a scratch in a normal man.

"And it is also used when troubles occur among knights. When we can't reach a conclusion in the debate, we take the opinions of those who slashed this scale and scratched it deeper."

"In other words, the wound put on by Russell Kun and the wound put on by Lord Atonorough or a representative of the Second Knights. Measuring the depth of the wounds on both sides means that the deeper side gains the right to explore the dungeon."

Finally, Levelier tightens it.

I see.

Easy to understand, easy to understand.

but something strange happened.

He asked me if I wanted a reward in the first place, and I just offered to explore the dungeon freely...

Well, fine.

Something I'd like to try.

I laughed niggardly.

◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆

Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!

A hard metal noise burst into the coaching field.

A migratory bird resting its wings in a nearby forest flies in unison.

It flew across the wide sky.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Well done!

The compliment was Atonorough.

Labor a full mailed giant man.

[Warrior (Warrior)] on behalf of the Second Knights.

Strengthened muscles.

It would be like controlling magic, and also extending the output.

Well-trained body.

The pattern of the great sword held seeped out marks of effort.

What the [warrior] slashed (although it is closer that he slapped it, to be exact) is the example 'scales of trial'.

Despite being a treasure of the country, a relentless man was beating it down.

The king, who was watching beside him, is also stroking his beard satisfactorily.

Are you sure about this?

[Scholars (Professors)] for measurements came by.

[Appraisal] is activated and depth measured.

"Two millimeters."

'Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

It was several nobles and priests who became members of the congregation who cheered.

He opens his mouth uniformly and is surprised, and eventually applauds.

Atonorough, also satisfied, slapped his men in the arm.

One millimeter, by the way, is with the width of the baby's nails.

It would mean eating up to twice that depth.

Let me tell you something, just a little bit.

Yet the sitters continued to give praise.

Eventually, Atonorough sees me better.

I had an ugly grin.

"What do you say, kid! If you want to surrender, now's the time."

Spit out the temple dialogue like you did in the picture.

Indeed......

I surrender to the poverty of your vocabulary.

I ignore Atonorough.

I grabbed a training knife and set it up.

"Your Majesty, I'd like to ask you something."

"Hmm? What? Tell me."

You don't mind slashing me otherwise......

- Huh!

The air warmed by the earlier test drops all at once.

The pins and nervousness persisted and all my gaze was pointed at me.

All of them are suspicious eyes.

One voice laughs in silent air, such as Atonorough.

On the other hand, the respondent, King Amst, was neither mocked nor surprised.

I just smiled calmly and said:

"Good. If not full force, it doesn't make sense"

"Thank you"

I break my hips, I bow my head.

Once now, I stood in front of the scale.

Grab the pattern with both hands and shake it up slowly.

I started the magic.

[Denaturing]

Denature from steel to magic silver.

Plus...

[Deformation]

The knife becomes a machete, where it is granted [hardness increase] and [object acceleration].

And it was this magic that I chose to finish.

[Wind Attribute Granted]

Occasionally, a gust winds up on the machete I grip.

The coaching grounds, which were surrounded by idyllic spring air, were plunged into the heart of the storm as soon as possible.

"The followers of the stormy rebellion (Storm)."

It's my own magic with a kick in the ground dragon.

The strongest magical corner that even slashed the dragon scales......

But...

Even with this one, Adamangarder's scales will not be slashed.

That has already been proven.

Because one of the scratches in "The Scale of Trial" was once put on by my followers (rulers) of Storm Tremors.

No matter how much magic power output you increase, it's hard.

Well, my magic right now is about a quarter of the peak.

Even if it can be scratched, it cannot be slashed.

Well, then, I can't get past me.

This is not simply a test game betting the dungeon's right to explore.

[Villager] 's me is also the test of getting past the old me.

So I will not allow any compromise.

I'll go over it.

I'm going over me.

I started the magic.

I've already activated all five magics.

Concurrent startup is up to ten heavy starts so far.

But that's only for those with low magic power.

I'm going to load more from here.

[Warrior (Warrior)] 's magic was activated.

[Muscle mass enhancement] [Acceleration]

Seven boots.

Not yet!

[Steel body reinforcement]

My muscles swell up.

Top Compatibility for [Muscle Mass Enhancement].

Magic that increases muscle mass.

[Madness]

My eyes turn red.

but ahhhhhh! And I barked.

Magic that increases the amount of exciting substances in your brain.

The rational one was removed.

Furthermore, activate the magic of [Cleric].

[Attack Demon Rises]

Magic that increases the magic output.

Now ten heavy starts......

I've already come to the limit.

With swollen magic, my body is going to fall apart.

I can see the fibers of my muscles cutting off with putrid putrid.

The unconsciousness was beginning to blur due to the unusual increase in exciting substances.

No, not yet.

Over the limit!

For what, I became a [villager]?

It would be to cross my previous self!

To the strongest......

Step out!!

[Attribute Enhancement]!!

Eleven reboots...

Storm swirls,

It was a giant tornado that showed up at the coaching ground.

Eat it!

This is my full strength!!

"Iron and fire (g) and even God (la) smashes a blow (m)!!"

I shook it down.

Dowwwwwwwwwwwww!!

The explosion sounds.

At the same time a strong gust rocked the coaching field.

Many of the marquis crawl and squat.

It was a desperate phase, clinging to the ground.

The air makes a crisp and deafening noise.

The ground swayed to be shaken by the giant.

The earth is choosen away and winded up by fierce winds.

Eventually the tremor stopped.

Everyone looks up.

I saw what I could do there, and I was flashed.

"- Huh!"

Smoke blowing up.

Just below that, I met a crater that was huge enough to think that even meteorites might have fallen.

"" "" "Hey, what, no, no, no, no!

The scream echoes.

I peeled my eyes off and was surprised to open my mouth gently.

Even that King Amst is stunned.

But it was Atonorough who raised his straight back hand.

"Ha! This is false. It looks flashy, but look at it. Aren't there 'scales of trial' anywhere!! They blew it up somewhere! You fool! Just because you can't cut the scale, blow it away with the magic of the wind attribute. It's a national treasure."

Come to me, I swear.

I lifted my eyes and pointed them out.

I'll shut up and disarm the magic.

Slowly put it in the sheath.

"No. That's not true"

It was [the scholar] who was instrumental in ascertaining the depth of the wound that shook his voice.

It's not just the voice.

It makes my whole body feel like a mess.

[Appraisal] was activating the magic of and dropping his eyes at the center of the blast site.

Kneel in, pick something with your finger.

And put it up so that everyone could see it.

"This is it. This is the scale of the trial."

"Hey, what are you talking about, you!!

Atonorough exclaimed.

I wasn't frightened by that, either, and no, I wasn't even listening.

Without denying his words, [the scholar] shouted once more.

"This is the Scale of Try. I didn't just slash it. It's dusty!

"" "" Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

The scream echoes.

Ha ha, and it was the king who made me laugh happily.

"Hey, they showed me something interesting. Instead of slashing it, I'd dust it."

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty. You were only allowed to slaughter... I was just immature."

They've got more magic power output than I thought.

Instead of slashing it, I crushed it.

I don't know.

When the scale of output increases, magic control still tends to be elusive.

We need to do more workouts......

Hearing it, the king stroked his own head and laughed again.

"Kuhahaha! Do you call yourself immature? Horrible bastard. Right now, but I just want to hold it."

"Heh, sire!! I was wondering if I could keep my jokes on track."

It was the Interior Minister who was surprised to peel his eyes off.

Yearly kung fu?

They were safe in that storm.

I had plainly refrained from being on the king's side.

"I didn't joke about this. Well, good...... Now, the dungeon's right to explore, but it doesn't look like we're going to have to argue."

"Oh wait, Your Majesty!!

Atonorough knelt.

"O king. I'm afraid this kid is not a knight. This is what mediates the war between knights. I would like to ask for your careful approval..."

Atonoroff pleads, choosing exactly the words carefully.

"Sure...... Atonorough is right. This method is meant to avert a war between knights."

"Ooh...... So..."

"But even if it seems like it, did you forget that I was the one who brought it up?

King Amst's expression changes.

He held his big brow up like a flame, emitting a sharp purple glance.

Hiya, Atonorough screams.

I bowed my head in a panic.

Occasionally when you turn your face blue, you sweat from your forehead.

"The right to explore the dungeon shall be entrusted to Russell Singh Stark. You can do what you think you did. I'm counting on it."

"Thank you"

I bowed my head deeply.

"Except..."

In a strong tone, the king adds words.

But it's not like the anger phase I showed you earlier.

He looked really calm and said:

"Corner, it's the dungeon you found for me. Don't break it."

I'll give you a mouth angle at the end.

After Shannon was finished, the king flipped his coat and left the spot behind.