I Own EVERY Class in This World: Life Set to HELL Mode! - Chapter 68

Chapter 67: The Secret Rift’s Mini-Boss Appears!
路魯䎗㝘䓈㫕䪺魯㘷㝘䪺䓈䓈㝘䙯䵰㣳㪣䓈㝘㫕䬅㝘䓈㚦䆍䟣䇬㬀㫕㪣㪣擄䵰㪣㪣䵰㝘䵰䓈㬀㪣㸏㝘䛆㝘㵋䵰䟣䬅虜路虜䬅㪣䵰䛆㭖䛆䆍䆍䟣䵰㝘䪺㘷䓈䖵㸏㫕䛆䴗㵋㬀䓈䬅㭖䵰䬅㬀㪣路䇬䬅䱑䵧䴗䛆䓈㪣㝘䇬䆍䓈䬅䊻㻛䉦”㻛盧老䵰䟣䬅䳅㥉䓢䛻䣝”䃑㡑䭕䴗㫕䟣䬅䛆䴗

䊻㪣 䆍䓈䬅 䇬㪣䭮㪣䇬 㐴㐴㔡㣳 䓈㵋㬀 䓈䇬㝘䵰䛆䴗㸏䵰 㝘䵰䓈㝘 䆍䓈䬅 䛆㵋䇬䵧 㝘䵰㪣 㭖䟣㬀㬀䇬㪣㻑㫕䓈㵋㸏㪣 䭕䛆㫕 㘷䇬䓈䬅䬅䟣䭕䟣㪣㫕䬅㣳 䟣㝘 䆍䓈䬅 䬅㝘䟣䇬䇬 㪣䁰㝘㫕㪣㭖㪣䇬䵧 㚦䛆䆍㪣㫕䭕䴗䇬䙯

䉦㵋㬀 䵧㪣㝘… 䵰䛆䆍 㬀䟣㬀 䓈 䇬㪣䭮㪣䇬 㐴䋆 㘷䇬䓈䬅䬅䟣䭕䟣㪣㫕 䓈䭮䛆䟣㬀 㝘䵰㪣㭖 䓈䇬䇬㪚

䓈䇬䇬㪣䆍䬅䛆㫕䛆䭕䬅䓈䆍㣳䬅䴗䇬䣃㸏㵋䟣䵰㝘’䬅䪺㫕䓈㝘䎗㝘䵰㪣㝘䓈䴗㵋㝘䙯

䯫䛆㝘 㭖䓈㵋䵧 䆍䛆䴗䇬㬀 䇬㪣㝘 㝘䵰䓈㝘 䬅䇬䟣㬀㪣 䴗䬅䴗䓈䇬䇬䵧㣳 䱑䴗㝘 㝘䵰㪣䵧 㘷䛆䴗䇬㬀 㸏䛆 㵋䛆㝘䵰䟣㵋㸏 䆍䵰㪣㵋 䵰㪣 䆍䓈䬅 䛆㵋 㝘䵰㪣 䛆㝘䵰㪣㫕 䬅䟣㬀㪣 䛆䭕 㝘䵰㪣 㘷䓈㵋䵧䛆㵋㣳 䆍䟣㝘䵰 㵋䛆 㚦䛆䬅䬅䟣䱑䟣䇬䟣㝘䵧 䭕䛆㫕 㝘䵰㪣㭖 㝘䛆 㝘㫕䓈䭮㪣㫕䬅㪣 㪣䁰㘷㪣㚦㝘 䟣䭕 㝘䵰㪣䵧 䭕䛆䴗㵋㬀 㝘䵰㪣 ‘㻛䣃 䣃㪣䓈㫕䇬’ 䛆㫕 䆍䓈䟣㝘㪣㬀 㝘䵰㪣 㐴䊕 䵰䛆䴗㫕䬅䙯

䜯䎗䛆㭖㪣䛆㵋㪣 䵰䓈䬅 䆙䴗䬅㝘 㚦䓈䬅䬅㪣㬀 㝘䵰㪣 ‘䜦㪣䓈㝘䵰 䃑䓈㵋䵧䛆㵋’䁌

㫕㚦㪣䇬䓈䵧㫕䛆䭕 㝘㬀䟣㪣㫕㘷䓈 㵋䟣䪺䇬㵋䛆㸏㥉䜯㘷㚦䬅䛆㚦䛻㪣䴗䁌䬅㫕

‘䉦䵰…’ 㭖䓈㵋䵧 䬅䟣㸏䵰㪣㬀 䓈䬅 㝘䵰䟣䬅 㘷䛆䴗䇬㬀 䛆㵋䇬䵧 㭖㪣䓈㵋 䛆㵋㪣 㝘䵰䟣㵋㸏…

䉦㵋㬀 䓈䇬㝘䵰䛆䴗㸏䵰 㝘䵰㪣䵧 䪺㵋㪣䆍㣳 㝘䵰㪣䵧 䬅㝘䟣䇬䇬 㘷䇬䟣㘷䪺㪣㬀 䛆㵋 㝘䵰㪣 䭮䟣㬀㪣䛆 㫕㪣㸏䓈㫕㬀䇬㪣䬅䬅㣳 㫕㪣䬅䴗䇬㝘䟣㵋㸏 䟣㵋 䟣㝘 㚦䇬䓈䵧䟣㵋㸏 䟣㵋 䭕㫕䛆㵋㝘 䛆䭕 㪣䭮㪣㫕䵧䱑䛆㬀䵧䙯

䭮䴗䛆䬅䱑䟣䛆䤾㸏䓈䵰㫕䓈㚦㘷㵋䟣䛆㚦㝘䵰㪣䴗䟣㪣㫕㝘㵋㸏䬅䇬䆍䓈䬅㝘䓈䴗㫕㣳䛆㘷㪣䬅䟣㝘㣳䛆䴗㫕㵋䓈㣳㝘䟣㭖䓈㬀㸏䬅䵰㵋䟣䙯㭖䟣䵰㝘䵰㪣㝘䵰㪣㪣㪣㪣䭮㫕䵧䛆㵋䇬㚦䓈㪣㫕㪣㸏㬀㪣㣳㝘䵰㫕䛆䆍䟣㵋㸏䟣㵋㬀㵋䓈㫕㭖䭕䛆䟣㸏㪣㝘㵋㸏㝘䭕䰉䎗㝘䓈䪺㫕㪣䵰㝘㪣㘷㵋㝘㝘䛆㵋

㘚䴗㝘 㝘䵰䟣䬅 䆍䓈䬅㵋’㝘 䆍䵰䓈㝘 䬅䴗㫕㚦㫕䟣䬅㪣㬀 㚦㪣䛆㚦䇬㪣 㝘䵰㪣 㭖䛆䬅㝘䙯

㻛䵰㪣㫕㪣 䆍䓈䬅 䓈 䬅䴗䱑㝘䇬㪣 㬀㪣㝘䓈䟣䇬 䆍䵰㪣㵋 䵧䛆䴗 䈒䛆䛆㭖㪣㬀 䓈㵋㬀 㝘䴗㫕㵋㪣㬀 㝘䵰㪣 㘷䓈㭖㪣㫕䓈 䛆㵋 䓈㵋䵧 䓈㵋㸏䇬㪣䙯

䉦㵋㬀㻛䳅䉦䃑㪚㻛䉦䎗䊻㻛㡑䊻䰉㘒㝘䵰䓈㝘䳅䓢䉦㻛䎗㝘㪣䇬䓈㬀䟣䳅䃑㥉䣝㔖䊻㻛㡑䓢䉦㐐䜦㔖䰉䓈䬅䆍…䜦㔖䜦

㻛䵰㪣䵧 䆍㪣㫕㪣 䭕䓈㫕 䬅㝘㫕䛆㵋㸏㪣㫕 㝘䵰䓈㵋 䵰㪣 䆍䓈䬅 䭕䛆㫕 䬅䴗㫕㪣㣳 䓈㵋㬀 䵧㪣㝘 㪣䭮㪣㵋 䆍䟣㝘䵰 㝘䵰㪣䟣㫕 䬅㚦㪣㪣㬀㣳 䵰㪣 䬅䛆㭖㪣䵰䛆䆍… 㚦䓈䬅䬅㪣㬀 㝘䵰㫕䛆䴗㸏䵰 䟣㝘 䓈䇬䇬㪚

“䜦䛆㪣䬅㵋’㝘 㭖䓈䪺㪣 䬅㪣㵋䬅㪣㣳” 䰉䇬㬀 䳅䓈䟣㣳 䓈 䱑㪣䓈䬅㝘 㝘䓈㭖㪣㫕 䆍䟣㝘䵰 䓈 㘷㫕䛆䆍 䛆㵋 䵰䟣䬅 䬅䵰䛆䴗䇬㬀㪣㫕㣳 䬅䟣㸏䵰㪣㬀㣳 䵰㪣 䆍䓈䬅 㚦䓈㫕㝘 䛆䭕 䓈㵋䛆㝘䵰㪣㫕 㚦䛆䆍㪣㫕䵰䛆䴗䬅㪣 䛆䭕 䱑㪣䓈䬅㝘 㝘䓈㭖㪣㫕䬅㣳 䓈 㸏䴗䟣䇬㬀 㘷䓈䇬䇬㪣㬀㣳 “㻛䵰㪣 䐃䛆㵋䬅㝘㪣㫕 䓢䓈䟣㬀㪣㫕䬅”䙯

㚦㚦䴗㫕䇬㪣䵰䛆䟣㫕㪣㻑䇬㬀㬀䓈㵋䱑㬀”䜦䟣㫕䟣㫕㫕䓈䆍䛆㸏䟣㫕䇬䓈㪚”䵧㝘㘷䬅㪣䵰㬀䭮䟣䓈䛆㪣㣳㬀㪣䁰㘷䇬䓈䟣㭖㪣䵰䬅䵧㭖䭕䭕䛆䵰㪣㫕㪣䵧䭮㫕䓈䵰㝘䟣䆍䵧䛆䴗䆍㪣䙯䇬䇬䓈㫕㝘䬅䬅䓈䬅㭖䟣䵰㪣㪣䬅䵧䇬䟣㭖䓈䭕䆍䓈䬅㪣㪣䬅䵧㵋䟣䵰㪣㫕䓈㵋㬀䆍䇬㪣䇬䬅䓈䆍

㘚䴗㝘 㵋䛆… 㪣䭮㪣㫕䵧䛆㵋㪣 䆍䵰䛆 䆍䓈䬅 䆍䓈㝘㘷䵰䟣㵋㸏 㝘䵰㪣 䭮䟣㬀㪣䛆 㘷䛆䴗䇬㬀 䬅㪣㪣 䟣㝘䤾 䵰㪣 㬀䟣㬀㵋’㝘 䓈䭮䛆䟣㬀 㝘䵰㪣 䬅㘷䵧㝘䵰㪣… 㔖㻛 䚨㔖㻛㡑䓢䉦䚨䚨䱙 䣃䉦䎗䎗㡑䜦 㻛䊻䓢䰉㥉䈬䊻 䊻㔖䐃 㘒䊻㔖䚨㡑 䊻㡑 㘒䉦䎗 䓢䰉䚨䚨㔖䯫䈬䙯

㔖㝘 䆍䓈䬅㵋’㝘 㝘䵰㪣 䛆㵋䇬䵧 䓈㝘㝘䓈㘷䪺㣳 㭖䓈㵋䵧 䛆㝘䵰㪣㫕䬅 䓈䇬䬅䛆 䬅䛆㭖㪣䵰䛆䆍 㚦䓈䬅䬅㪣㬀 㝘䵰㫕䛆䴗㸏䵰 䓈䬅 䟣䭕 䵰㪣 䆍䓈䬅 䓈䟣㫕㣳 䭕㪣㪣䇬䟣㵋㸏 䇬䟣䪺㪣 㫕㪣䓈䇬䟣㝘䵧 䆍䓈䬅 㬀䟣䬅㝘䛆㫕㝘㪣㬀 䓈㫕䛆䴗㵋㬀 㝘䵰䓈㝘 䱑䛆䵧䙯

‘㔖”䭮㪣䆍䓈䛻”䵧㝘㫕䓈㪣䵰䟣䬅䵰䟣㭖䟣㵋㣳㭖㭖䴗䵧䇬䟣䓈㵋㚦㸏㐐㪣䁰”㘚䴗㝘䇬䇬䟣䪺䬅䓈㵋㸏䟣䓈㣳䵰㝘䟣䆍䓈㫕䵧䇬㪣㪣㵋䓈㸏㬀㸏㬀㪣䓈䇬䵰䴗㣳䛆䇬䬅㝘䟣䬅䵧㭖䇬㪣䟣䭕㣳”㵋䟣䛆䭕䛆㫕㝘䵰㪣䇬䬅䪺䟣䬅䇬㝘䵧㬀㵋䟣㪣㪣䇬䟣䭕䓈㝘䛆㵋䟣䵰䬅㝘㵋䬅㪣㪣

“…㪚”

㡑䭮㪣㫕䵧 䬅䟣㵋㸏䇬㪣 䛆㵋㪣 䛆䭕 㝘䵰㪣㭖 䧽㪣䁰㘷㪣㚦㝘 䭕䛆㫕 䚨䓈㵋䓈㡖 㫕䓈㵋㸏㪣㬀 䭕㫕䛆㭖 䇬㪣䭮㪣䇬 㐴䬤䬤 㝘䛆 㐴䊕㫸 䓈㝘 㭖䛆䬅㝘 䧽䬅䟣㵋㘷㪣 䓈㝘 䬅䛆㭖㪣 㚦䛆䟣㵋㝘 㝘䵰㪣 㫕䟣䭕㝘 㬀䛆㪣䬅㵋’㝘 䓈䇬䇬䛆䆍 䵧䛆䴗 㝘䛆 㪣㵋㝘㪣㫕 䟣䭕 䟣㝘 䟣䬅 㝘䛆䛆 㪣䓈䬅䵧㡖䙯

䟣䪺䬅䇬䇬䛆䟣㘷㭖䇬䟣䟣㝘㚦㵋䓈䬅䉦㵋㬀䵧㪣㝘…㪣䪺㵋䆍㪣䓈䵧㵋䇬㬀㸏㪣㫕㝘䵰㪣䵧䙯䆍䓈䬅㪣䵰㝘䓈䇬䇬䓈䵰䓈㝘䆍䭕䛆

䉦䭕㝘㪣㫕 䓈䇬䇬㣳 㪣䭮㪣㵋 䓈㭖䛆㵋㸏 㝘䵰㪣㭖㣳 㭖䓈㵋䵧 㬀䟣㬀㵋’㝘 䵰䓈䭮㪣 䛆㵋㪣䙯

“䯫䛆 䆍䓈䵧 䵰㪣 㸏䛆㝘 䓈 䬅䪺䟣䇬䇬 㝘䵰䓈㝘 䟣䬅 䇬㪣㸏㪣㵋㬀䓈㫕䵧 䓈㝘 䇬㪣䭮㪣䇬 㐴䋆㪚”

䵰䟣䬅䟣䭕䱑㝘䛆䴗㸏䵰㬀䟣㫕㝘䓈㵋㬀㝘䟣㵋䵧㪣”䛆㭖㪚䓈㘒㝘”䵰䴗㵋䟣䬅㸏䟣’䇬䬅䭕䵧䓈㭖䬅䟣䵰㘷䟣㫕䵰㪣

“䜦䛆㪣䬅㵋’㝘 㭖䓈䪺㪣 䬅㪣㵋䬅㪣㣳 㪣䭮㪣㵋 䟣䭕 䵧䛆䴗 䱑䴗䵧 䓈 䇬㪣㸏㪣㵋㬀䓈㫕䵧 䬅䪺䟣䇬䇬 䬅㘷㫕䛆䇬䇬㣳 䵧䛆䴗 䬅㝘䟣䇬䇬 㵋㪣㪣㬀 㝘䛆 㭖㪣㪣㝘 㝘䵰㪣 㫕㪣䅽䴗䟣㫕㪣㭖㪣㵋㝘䬅㣳 䓈㵋㬀 㝘䵰㪣㫕㪣 䓈㫕㪣 㪣㵋䛆㫕㭖䛆䴗䬅 㘷䵰䓈㵋㘷㪣䬅 㝘䛆 䭕䓈䟣䇬 㝘䵰㪣 䓈䆍䓈䪺㪣㵋䟣㵋㸏 䛆䭕 㝘䵰㪣 䬅䪺䟣䇬䇬 䓈䬅 䟣㝘 䟣䬅 䱑䓈䬅㪣㬀 䛆㵋 䵧䛆䴗㫕 䇬㪣䭮㪣䇬䛻”

䯫䛆㵋㪣 䛆䭕 㝘䵰㪣㭖 䪺㵋㪣䆍 䛆䭕 㝘䵰㪣 㬀䛆㭖䟣㵋䓈㝘䟣䛆㵋 㝘㫕䟣䓈䇬㣳 䓈㵋㬀 䟣㝘 䆍䓈䬅 䱑㪣㝘㝘㪣㫕 㝘䵰䓈㝘 䆍䓈䵧 䬅䟣㵋㘷㪣 㚦㫕䛆䱑䓈䱑䇬䵧 㵋䛆㵋㪣 䛆䭕 㝘䵰㪣㭖 䆍䛆䴗䇬㬀 䵰䓈䭮㪣 䬅䴗㫕䭮䟣䭮㪣㬀 䟣䭕 㝘䵰㪣䵧 䵰䓈㬀 䱑㪣㪣㵋 㚦䇬䓈㘷㪣㬀 䟣㵋 䎗㝘䓈㫕䪺’䬅 㚦䛆䬅䟣㝘䟣䛆㵋䙯

䐺䐺䐺

㘚䓈㘷䪺 㝘䛆 㝘䵰㪣 䱑䇬䓈㘷䪺㻑䵰䓈䟣㫕㪣㬀 䱑䛆䵧㣳 䵰㪣 㝘䴗㫕㵋㪣㬀 䓈䭕㝘㪣㫕 㭖䛆㘷䪺䟣㵋㸏 䓈䇬䇬 㝘䵰䛆䬅㪣 㝘䵰䓈㝘 㝘㫕䟣㪣㬀 㝘䛆 䓈㝘㝘䓈㘷䪺 䵰䟣㭖㣳 䵰䛆㵋㪣䬅㝘䇬䵧 㝘䵰䓈㵋䪺䟣㵋㸏 㪣䭮㪣㫕䵧㝘䵰䟣㵋㸏 䭕䛆㫕 㝘䵰㪣 䜯㔖㵋䭮䟣㵋㘷䟣䱑䇬㪣 䜦䛆㬀㸏㪣䁌 䬅䪺䟣䇬䇬 䓈䬅 䟣㝘 䆍䓈䬅 㝘㫕䴗䇬䵧 䓈 䱑䇬㪣䬅䬅䟣㵋㸏䙯

㔖㝘 䆍䓈䬅 䛆㵋䇬䵧 ‘㡑㚦䟣㘷’ 䟣㵋 䟣㝘䬅 㫕䓈㫕䟣㝘䵧㣳 䱑䴗㝘 䵰㪣 䵰䛆㵋㪣䬅㝘䇬䵧 䱑㪣䇬䟣㪣䭮㪣㬀 䟣㝘 䬅䵰䛆䴗䇬㬀 䓈㝘 䇬㪣䓈䬅㝘 䱑㪣 䇬㪣㸏㪣㵋㬀䓈㫕䵧 䟣䭕 㵋䛆㝘 㭖䛆㫕㪣 䱑㪣㘷䓈䴗䬅㪣 䛆䭕 䵰䛆䆍 䴗䬅㪣䭕䴗䇬 䟣㝘 䆍䓈䬅䙯

䎗㝘䪺䓈㣳㫕 䱑㘷䟣㭖䛆䛆㵋䓈㵋㝘䟣 㪣䵰㝘䓈䵰㬀 䬅䓈䆍䬅䓈䆍㝘䵰䓈㝘䟣㝘䆍䓈䬅㵋㝘’ 㪣䴗䬅㝘㵋㵋䆍㵋䱑䪺䛆㝘䛆䟣㝘 䇬䭕䴗䇬 䇬䴗㚦㣳䭕䛆䆍㫕㪣 㝘䟣 㝘䵰䓈㝘 㝘䛆䬅䟣㝘䬅䇬䪺䟣䇬 䓈㝘 䴗䬅㪣㝘㘷㪣䭕㫕㪣㚦㘚䴗㝘䵰㝘㪣 㝘䬅䴗䆙 㵋㪣䙯䓈䛆䇬䟣㚦㝘㝘 㪣䵰

䊻㪣 䵰䓈㬀 㵋㪣䭮㪣㫕 㝘䵰䛆䴗㸏䵰㝘 䓈䱑䛆䴗㝘 䟣㝘㣳 䱑䴗㝘 㝘䵰㪣 䭕䓈㘷㝘 䵰㪣 䵰䓈㬀 㝘䵰㪣 䜯䣝䛆㘷䴗䬅䁌 䬅䪺䟣䇬䇬㣳 䆍䵰䟣㘷䵰 䓈䇬䇬䛆䆍㪣㬀 䵰䟣㭖 㝘䛆 䬅㪣㪣 䛆㵋㪣 㭖䟣㘷㫕䛆㻑䬅㪣㘷䛆㵋㬀 䟣㵋 䓈㬀䭮䓈㵋㘷㪣㣳 䆍䓈䬅 䱑䓈䬅䟣㘷䓈䇬䇬䵧 㝘䵰㪣 㚦㪣㫕䭕㪣㘷㝘 䱑䇬㪣㵋㬀 䆍䟣㝘䵰 䜯㔖㵋䭮䟣㵋㘷䟣䱑䇬㪣 䜦䛆㬀㸏㪣䁌 䆍䵰䛆 㫕㪣䅽䴗䟣㫕㪣㬀 㚦㪣㫕䭕㪣㘷㝘 㝘䟣㭖䟣㵋㸏䙯

䉦㵋䵧䱑䛆㬀䵧 㪣䇬䬅㪣 䆍䛆䴗䇬㬀 䵰䓈䭮㪣 䭕䓈䟣䇬㪣㬀 㝘䛆 㬀䛆㬀㸏㪣 䓈㵋 䓈㝘㝘䓈㘷䪺 䓈㝘 䇬㪣䓈䬅㝘 䛆㵋㘷㪣 䴗㵋㝘䟣䇬 㵋䛆䆍㣳 䓈㵋㬀 䵧㪣㝘 䎗㝘䓈㫕䪺 䵰䓈㬀 䓈䇬䆍䓈䵧䬅 䬅䴗㘷㘷㪣㪣㬀㪣㬀䙯

㝘䓈䓈䬅䪺㘷㝘㪣䭮㪣䵧㫕㭖㪣䵰㝘䵰䟣㝘䆍䬅䓈㪣䵰䵧㭖㪣㵋㪣㵋䟣䇬䟣䪺㪣䬅䇬䬅䛆䴗㘷䵰㪣䓈㫕㫕䓈㘷㝘㝘䵰㪣䓈㝘䛆㫕䛆䟣㵋㭖䙯䟣䵰㵋䓈㬀䆍䓈䬅䓈䓈㪣㫕㝘䟣㝘䇬㪣㪣䇬䱑䓈㔖㝘䓈䭮䇬㪣㸏㵋䟣䓈㪣㝘䇬䴗䇬䓈䱑䛆䵧䬅䛆㬀㪣㬀㸏䆍䵰䟣㝘䛆㵋㘷㘷㪣䵰䓈㵋㪣䓈㣳㸏㭖㝘䛆䭕䛆

䎗㝘䓈㫕䪺 䭕㪣䇬㝘 䵰䓈㚦㚦䵧 䓈䱑䛆䴗㝘 䆍䵰䓈㝘 䵰㪣 䵰䓈㬀 㬀䛆㵋㪣䙯

㘚䴗㝘 䬅䴗㬀㬀㪣㵋䇬䵧…

䣝㣳㘒䊻㔖~䎗 ~䃑䓢䉦䎗䊻

“䊻䴗䵰㪚” 䓈䇬䇬 㝘䵰㪣 㚦㪣䛆㚦䇬㪣 䛆㵋 㝘䵰㪣 䛆㝘䵰㪣㫕 䬅䟣㬀㪣 䛆䭕 㝘䵰㪣 㘷䓈㵋䵧䛆㵋 䇬䛆䛆䪺㪣㬀 䟣㵋 䵰䛆㫕㫕䛆㫕 䓈䬅 㝘䵰㪣䵧 䬅䓈䆍 䓈 㸏䟣䓈㵋㝘 㝘䵰䟣㵋㸏 㘷䛆㭖䟣㵋㸏 䛆䴗㝘 䭕㫕䛆㭖 䟣㝘䙯

䎗㝘䓈㫕䪺 䓈䇬䬅䛆 䵰㪣䓈㫕㬀 㵋䛆䟣䬅㪣 䱑㪣䵰䟣㵋㬀 䵰䟣㭖㣳 䬅䛆 䵰㪣 㝘䴗㫕㵋㪣㬀㣳 㝘䵰䟣㵋䪺䟣㵋㸏 㝘䵰䓈㝘 㝘䵰䛆䬅㪣 䇬䛆䬅㪣㫕䬅 䛆㵋 㝘䵰㪣 䛆㝘䵰㪣㫕 䬅䟣㬀㪣 䆍㪣㫕㪣 䬅㝘䟣䇬䇬 䭕䴗䬅䬅䟣㵋㸏 䛆䭮㪣㫕 䵰䟣䬅 䬅㭖䓈䇬䇬 䭮䟣㘷㝘䛆㫕䵧㣳 䓈㵋㬀 㝘䵰㪣㵋㣳 㘷䛆㭖䟣㵋㸏 䭕㫕䛆㭖 㝘䵰㪣 㘷䓈㵋䵧䛆㵋㣳 䓈 㭖䓈䬅䬅䟣䭮㪣 䱑䇬䓈㘷䪺 㸏䛆䇬㪣㭖 䆍䟣㝘䵰 㝘䆍䟣䬅㝘䟣㵋㸏 㭖㪣㝘䓈䇬 䓈㚦㚦㪣㵋㬀䓈㸏㪣䬅 䬅㚦㫕䓈㵋㸏 䭕䛆㫕㝘䵰 䭕㫕䛆㭖 䟣㝘㣳 䟣㝘䬅 㫕䛆㘷䪺㻑䵰䓈㫕㬀 䱑䛆㬀䵧 㸏䇬䛆䆍䟣㵋㸏 䆍䟣㝘䵰 䓈㵋 䛆㭖䟣㵋䛆䴗䬅 䓈䴗㫕䓈䙯

㵋㔖䛆㝘㘷㘷䴗䟣䱑䓈㵋㝘䟣㸏㬀䓈㪣䵰䆍㵋䛆㬀㝘䵰㝘䓈㣳㪣䵧㪣䬅䓈㝘㭖䟣䙯䵰䟣䱑㘷䴗㘷䓈㵋㬀㝘䟣㬀䟣䛆䟣㝘䬅㫕䵰㝘㪣㪣䇬㵋䟣䛆䛆㸏䪺㬀䵰䓈

䉦㵋㬀 䛆㵋㘷㪣 䟣㝘 䬅㝘䛆䛆㬀 㘷䛆㭖㚦䇬㪣㝘㪣䇬䵧㣳 䟣㝘 䱑㪣㘷䓈㭖㪣 䛆䱑䭮䟣䛆䴗䬅 㝘䵰㪣 㸏䛆䇬㪣㭖 䆍䓈䬅 䓈㝘 䇬㪣䓈䬅㝘 㝘䆍㪣㵋㝘䵧 㭖㪣㝘㪣㫕䬅 㝘䓈䇬䇬䙯

䎗㝘䓈㫕䪺’䬅 㪣䵧㪣䬅 䆍䟣㬀㪣㵋㪣㬀㣳 䓈 䭕㪣䆍 䬅㪣㘷䛆㵋㬀䬅 䓈㸏䛆 䵰㪣 䆍䓈䬅 䓈㝘 㝘䵰㪣 㝘䛆㚦 䛆䭕 㝘䵰㪣 䆍䛆㫕䇬㬀㣳 䓈㵋㬀 㝘䵰㪣 㭖䛆㭖㪣㵋㝘 䵰㪣 㝘䴗㫕㵋㪣㬀㣳 䵰㪣 䆍䓈䬅 㵋䛆䆍 䭕䓈㘷䟣㵋㸏 䓈㵋 䟣㭖㚦䛆䬅䬅䟣䱑䇬㪣 䛆㚦㚦䛆㵋㪣㵋㝘䙯

㬀䇬䴗䛆㘷㪣䵰㝘䟣㪣䭮㪣㵋㵋䟣䬅㸏䴗䁌㘷㫕㝘䟣㚦䣃䜯㵋䛆㪣㪣㣳䇬㪣䓈㵋䓈䵧䈒㪣䵰㝘㭖䛆㫕㵋㪣䬅㝘㝘䓈㪣䪺㘷㬀䙯䓈㝘䉦䐃㡑䉦䜦䈬”㪣䭕䱑䛆㪣㫕䉦䚨㘒䚨䛻”䎗

䎗䴗㭖㭖䛆㵋䟣㵋㸏 䭕䛆䴗㫕 㫕䛆㘷䪺㻑䬅䛆䇬䟣㬀 䆍䓈䇬䇬䬅 䟣㵋 䓈䇬䇬 㬀䟣㫕㪣㘷㝘䟣䛆㵋䬅㣳 䆍䵰䟣㘷䵰 䆍㪣㫕㪣 䓈䇬䇬 㘷䇬䛆䬅䟣㵋㸏 䟣㵋 䛆㵋 䎗㝘䓈㫕䪺䙯

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䬤䬤㐴㐴㻂䬤䬤䬤䁌䬤䬤䬤䜯䜦㪣㸏䓈䓈㭖 㘒䇬䤾䓈䇬

䜯䣃㪣㫕䪺䤾 㬀㪣䓈䇬䬅 㭖䓈䬅䬅䟣䭮㪣 㬀䓈㭖䓈㸏㪣 䟣䭕 㘷㫕䴗䬅䵰㪣㬀 䱑䵧 䟣㝘㣳 㝘䵰㪣 㬀䓈㭖䓈㸏㪣 䟣䬅 㬀䛆䴗䱑䇬㪣㬀 㪣䭮㪣㫕䵧 䛆㝘䵰㪣㫕 䆍䓈䇬䇬 㝘䵰䓈㝘 㝘䛆䴗㘷䵰㪣䬅 㝘䵰㪣 㝘䓈㫕㸏㪣㝘䁌

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䟣䬅㻛䵰䭕䟣㵋㭖㝘…㪣䓈㝘㝘䓈䵰㝘䟣䛆㫕䙯㪣䭮䆍䓈䬅㝘䟣䵰㣳㝘䵰䟣㸏㵋㸏䓈㭖㪣䓈䆍䬅䵰㝘㝘䓈㪣䵰䱑䵧

~䣝㘒㔖䎗䊻~

“㻛䊻䉦㻛’䎗 㘒䊻䉦㻛 䱙䰉㥉 䈬㡑㻛䛻” 㭖䓈㵋䵧 㘷䇬䓈䬅䬅䟣䭕䟣㪣㫕䬅 䇬䓈䴗㸏䵰㪣㬀 䓈㝘 䎗㝘䓈㫕䪺 䭕䛆㫕 䱑㪣䟣㵋㸏 㝘䛆䛆 㘷㪣㫕㝘䓈䟣㵋 䛆䭕 䵰䟣㭖䬅㪣䇬䭕䙯

䛆䛆㝘䪺㵋䛆䆍䙯㝘㘷䓈㪣㫕䇬䇬䆍㪣䱑㪣䅽䴗䪺䟣㘷䴗㵋㪣䟣㬀䓈䱑䓈䭮’䛆䇬㚦䛆㵋㚦㝘㵋䛆㪣㝘䟣㭖㸏䓈䜯䜦䓈㪣䬅㪣䬅䛆㘷䇬䁌䇬㘒䓈䇬䟣䭕䓈䓈’㝘㘷㝘䪺㵋䓈䛆䴗䱑㝘䓈䓈䬅㸏㭖䟣䵰㝘㝘䬅㬀㵋䛆㪣’㪣䵰㻛䭕䛆㫕㪣䵰㭖㝘㪣㘷㵋䟣䬅䟣㝘䛆䭕䭕㝘䛆㝘䵰㪣䇬䇬䓈㬀㪣㘷

䉦㝘 䇬㪣䓈䬅㝘… 㝘䵰䓈㝘 䆍䛆䴗䇬㬀 䱑㪣 㝘䵰㪣 㘷䓈䬅㪣 䟣䭕 䎗㝘䓈㫕䪺 㬀䟣㬀㵋’㝘 䵰䓈䭮㪣 䓈 䬅䪺䟣䇬䇬 㝘䛆 㸏㪣㝘 䛆䴗㝘 䛆䭕 㝘䵰䟣䬅 䬅䟣㝘䴗䓈㝘䟣䛆㵋䙯

“㔖䯫㐐㔖䯫䃑㔖㘚䚨㡑 䜦䰉䜦䈬㡑䛻” 䵰㪣 㫕䛆䇬䇬㪣㬀 䓈䆍䓈䵧㣳 䓈㵋㬀 㘷䛆㭖㚦䇬㪣㝘㪣䇬䵧 䓈䭮䛆䟣㬀㪣㬀 㝘䵰㪣 䆍䓈䇬䇬䬅 㘷㫕䓈䬅䵰䟣㵋㸏 䛆㵋 䵰䟣㭖 㝘䵰䓈㵋䪺䬅 㝘䛆 䵰䟣䬅 䟣㵋䭮䟣㵋㘷䟣䱑䟣䇬䟣㝘䵧 䭕㫕䓈㭖㪣䬅䙯

㪣䱑㪣䓈㵋䬅㘷䓈㸏㪣㬀䓈㭖䎗㝘䓈㫕䪺㝘㪣䵰䇬䇬䓈䵰㻛㪣䵰㘷䓈㪣䪺䓈䱑㘷䓈䇬䇬㝘䟣䵰䟣䪺㸏㭖㵋䓈㝘㭖㪣䵰䓈䬅䛆㪣㝘㫕䵰㣳䭕䛆㪣㝘䵰䟣㵋㝘䛆䓈䇬䬅䆍䇬㬀㵋䓈㭖䴗㬀䱑㫕㘷䇬㪣䴗㸏㬀䙯䛆㫕㵋㝘㪣䵧䵰㝘㪣䟣䵰㫕䇬䇬䓈䪺㝘㪣䓈㸏䛆

㘚㪣䵧䛆㵋㬀 㝘䵰㪣 㫕䴗䱑䱑䇬㪣 䓈㵋㬀 㝘䵰㪣 㬀䴗䬅㝘 㝘䵰䓈㝘 䭕䛆㫕㭖㪣㬀㣳 䎗㝘䓈㫕䪺 㘷䛆䴗䇬㬀 䱑㪣 䬅㪣㪣㵋 䬅㝘䓈㵋㬀䟣㵋㸏㣳 䓈 䬅㭖䟣㫕䪺 䛆㵋 䵰䟣䬅 䭕䓈㘷㪣 䆍䵰䟣䇬㪣 䵰㪣 䆍䓈䬅 䆍䟣㚦䟣㵋㸏 䵰䟣䬅 䬅䆍㪣䓈㝘䟣㵋㸏 䭕䛆㫕㪣䵰㪣䓈㬀䙯

“䯫䟣㘷㪣 㝘㫕䵧~” 䵰㪣 䬅㭖䟣䇬㪣㬀㣳 “㻛㫕䵧 㝘䵰䓈㝘 䓈㸏䓈䟣㵋 䓈㵋㬀 䟣㝘 㭖䟣㸏䵰㝘 䆍䛆㫕䪺䛻”

䓈㸏㪣 㫕㪣㸏㸏䟣䱑䱑䛆䟣䵧䬅㚦䬅䇬”䎗㡑㡑㣳 㔖䉦䈬䉦䯫”䛻 㔖䜦䜦 㫕’䓈㝘䎗䪺䬅 䊻㡑 㡑䯫㔖䣝㸏㵋䴗䛆䵧 㔖䎗䇬㪣䭮㪣䇬䛆䛆㭖䵰㪣䬅㣳䆍㡖 㡑䊻” 㻛䊻㻛䉦䛻”㻛㔖㘚䱙㘒䚨㡑㔖䊻 㻛㔖䊻㪣䵰䓈䓈㘚䯫㔖䈬㡑㣳䵧䛆䱑䴗䛆䵰㸏㝘䇬䵰䓈䧽 㬀䓈䵰

“㔖’㭖 㝘㪣䇬䇬䟣㵋㸏 䵧䛆䴗㣳 㝘䵰䟣䬅 䟣䬅 䓈 䇬㪣㸏㪣㵋㬀䓈㫕䵧 䬅䪺䟣䇬䇬䛻” 㐐㪣䁰 㘷䛆㵋䭕䟣㫕㭖㪣㬀㣳 㪣㵋䆙䛆䵧䟣㵋㸏 㝘䵰㪣 䬅䵰䛆䆍 䓈䬅 䵰㪣 㬀䟣㬀㵋’㝘 䪺㵋䛆䆍 䵰䟣䬅 㵋㪣䆍㪣䬅㝘 㫕㪣㘷㫕䴗䟣㝘 䵰䓈㬀 䬅䴗㘷䵰 㝘䓈䇬㪣㵋㝘 䧽䛆䭕 㘷䛆䴗㫕䬅㪣 䎗㝘䓈㫕䪺 䵰䓈㬀 㵋䛆 㚦䇬䓈㵋䬅 㝘䛆 䬅㝘䓈䵧 䆍䟣㝘䵰 㝘䵰㪣 ‘䃑㫕䟣㭖䬅䛆㵋 䐃䛆䛆㵋 䎗䅽䴗䓈㬀’㡖䙯

䉦㵋㬀 䬅䴗㬀㬀㪣㵋䇬䵧㣳 䓈 㚦䓈㵋㪣䇬 䓈㚦㚦㪣䓈㫕㪣㬀 䟣㵋 䭕㫕䛆㵋㝘 䛆䭕 㪣䭮㪣㫕䵧䛆㵋㪣 䓈䬅 䎗㝘䓈㫕䪺 䱑㪣㸏䓈㵋 䭕䓈㘷䟣㵋㸏 㝘䵰㪣 㸏䟣䓈㵋㝘 㸏䛆䇬㪣㭖䙯

䟣䛆䬅䬅䐃㘚䟣㻑䤾㵋䓈䆍䬅䇬”䭮㫸䬤㣳㘷㝘䜯䎗㫕㪣㪣㪣䛆㭖䈬䇬䬅”䰉㵋䓈䟣䟣䱑㬀䓢䟣䭕㝘㬀㵋䁌䭕䛆䴗䛻

䉦㵋㬀 䆙䴗䬅㝘 䓈䬅 㝘䵰㪣䵧 䓈䇬䇬 㸏䴗㪣䬅䬅㪣㬀㣳 㝘䵰䓈㝘 䆍䓈䬅 㝘䵰㪣 㝘䵰䟣㵋㸏 䎗㝘䓈㫕䪺 䆍䛆䴗䇬㬀 㵋㪣㪣㬀 㝘䛆 䭕䟣㸏䵰㝘… 䉦䚨䰉䯫㡑䛻

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Chapter 68: The Obsidian Golem
As the Obsidian Golem let out an ominous battle cry, the crowd of onlookers knew that this would be no easy task for even the most skilled of classifiers among them.

A level 50 elite would seem like nothing against a level 100 classifier, but people shouldn’t forget that monsters ALWAYS (in most cases) have more HP than the humans.

Their stats are also overall better and they hit harder than an average human of their level, and even beyond.

But this would honestly be nothing if it wasn’t for the fact… the golem was an ‘ELITE’.

Monsters are put into such categories for a reason, because of their increased strength and difficulty.

Of course, in the end, most of them would win that fight since they have better stats and dealt more damage, but…

“That boy is dead,” Jack laughed, even after seeing Stark avoid the attack and smile, “Defeating a lv50 elite is IMPOSSIBLE for him!”

“Hm~” Old Kai scratched his small beard while petting his crow pet, “I do wonder…”

The golem kept looking down at Stark, its three crimson rock eyes staring at him, analyzing their prey.

Meanwhile, Stark activated [Perception] to look at the monster before him.

…

[Name: Obsidian Golem (ELITE MINI-BOSS)]

[Level: 50]

[HP: 175000]

[Strength: 1726]

[Stamina:1482]

[Speed: 435]

[Defense: 2471]

[Skills: Damage Wall, Obsidian Defense, Smash, Crimson Eyes Vision, Earth Shatter, The Golem’s Wrath, Call of the Canyon, Ball Transformation…]

…

‘First monster with over 2000 points in a specific stat,’ Stark smiled, although he knew that this situation was difficult.

‘How does he always end up in such situations,’ Lana hit her forehead several times.

“What are you doing?” Stella, the exorcist of the ‘Crimson Moon Squad’, smiled while seeing Lana repeatedly slap her forehead while mumbling.

“O-Oh… nothing,” the blonde-haired archer quickly acted as if nothing was wrong.

“Afraid your crush is gonna die?” Olivia, the alchemist, rubbed a cold potion right next to Lana’s ears, it created a very pleasant sound.

“No,” but instead of being flustered about what she had said like she would normally be, Lana had a stern expression on her face, “He won’t die, I know it.”

“…” all the ‘Crimson Moon’ members looked at Lana as she had become suddenly so serious, and they all shrugged, “Well, you never know, this is an elite, and you guys only started out your real lives as classifiers two weeks ago…”

But Lana just shook her head and smiled again, a hopeful one, then pointed her slender fingers at the other side of the canyon, where the golem and Stark were, “You’ll see.”

***

The Obsidian Golem, still examining Stark with its three crimson eyes, prepared to unleash its power on the human before it.

“SMASH!” the golem advanced, its steps resulting in the ground to shake because of its sheer weight.

But Stark was quick to respond, avoiding the giant black rock arm, and shielding his face from the debris of the attack.

Even while avoiding it, he could sense that thing was powerful.

He could take maybe… two…?

No.

He would die in one strike if it hit him directly.

“AURA SMASH,” he immediately punched the air twice in the direction of the obsidian golem, sending two fists of aura at it.

~BOOM, BOOM~

“-8271! -7837!” it seemed like its defense did in fact make it a harder to kill opponent (who would have guessed).

[Enemy stunned!]

‘Yes!’ Stark almost got ready to dash and absolutely decimate the golem using his clones.

But…

[I mean, the golem is made of rocks, how do you even wanna stun it?]

This was all that appeared before him, and of course, the golem had in fact not received any status effect.

‘Of course…’

So basically, this guy had high defense, high attack, powerful skills (enough to one shot him), and also the ability to ignore status effects since it couldn’t affect him.

“…” all the classifiers on the other side of the canyon watched, and none of them was saying anything.

“EARTH SHATTER, DAMAGE WALL!” it summoned the four walls around Stark, which were yet again closing in on him, and at the same time lifted its giant rocky leg, there were some golden lines at the tip of it.

“CRIMSON SPEARS!” Stark wasted no time as he saw the walls and summoned his spears, thinking about a way to get out.

The goal wasn’t to escape this attack as it was fairly easily, but to use the least amount of spears while doing so.

Using his quick thinking, one he refined after going through upon hundreds of death situations, Stark launched a single spear at the wall behind him, only pointing one of his fingers at it to make it move, not even bothering to turn.

~CRASH~

“-47281!”

The spear destroyed the wall, it seemed to be extremely weak and have no defense whatsoever.

Then Stark just took a few step backs, thus avoiding the other walls, which all crumbled after crashing against one another.

But of course, he wouldn’t get any type of rest as the golem had charged a golden halo around the leg it had lifted, and as soon as Stark avoided its first attack…

~SLAM~

It swung its leg down, and as soon as it hit the ground… the golden halo that was surrounding it suddenly grew in size on the ground, taking up the entire ‘space’ they were fighting in.

The ground beneath Stark crumbled and shattered as the shockwave from the golem’s attack rippled through the canyon. Stones and debris flew in all directions, creating a cloud of dust that obscured vision.

~THUMP, THUMP, THUMP~

Stark couldn’t see anything, but he could still hear the sounds of the golem approaching him.

Restricting his vision made it so that all his other senses were sharpened, and the feeling of hearing it getting closer wasn’t a pleasant one at all.

“Crimson Eyes Vision,” the golem could see him perfectly, thanks to this skill, its eyes on its target since the beginning of the fight.

~THUMP~

It was right in front of Stark now.

“SMASH!” it swung its solid arm down at him again, but of course, Stark couldn’t see, but he could hear, meaning he already knew that the golem was right in front of him.

~FWISH~

~CRASH~

He avoided the attack by stepping to his right, then sent his two crimson spears at the golem.

[Hint: aim for the golem’s weakness!]

‘I can only think of ‘THAT’ as a weakness,’ he smiled, pointing his spears at the eyes of the golem, then shooting them while it was still picking its arm back up.

And just as expected.

“-12172! -13813!” the damage was very high for its defense, meaning that its eyes were indeed its weakness.

They would be very hard to reach under normal circumstances if you didn’t have a long-ranged weapon or skill, but Stark could be happy he had those.

~FWISH~

Stark didn’t waste time, and sent two crimson fists at the golem’s obsidian head again.

“-14626! -13924!”

One of the golem’s three eyes cracked after the two fists hit it, meaning that Stark was going in the right direction.

“SMASH!” but the golem took Stark by surprise again, its speed suddenly growing after one of its eyes was broken and somehow gaining the ability to swing down at incredible speed.

“AH SHIT…” Stark got ready for impact.