Bungeoppang Spray
Rumiel surveyed the golems' shelter.
The ground underfoot was still a rough mix of stones and dirt, and white clouds drifted lazily across the sky.
The only sounds filling the space were the faint rumble of breaking rocks and the adventurers' low shouts.
Contrary to the name "Golems' Shelter," this place was neither peaceful nor home to any golems.
On the contrary, a dangerous aura filled the air.
What caught Rumiel's eye were various kinds of golems.
Composed of large and small stones and ores, they moved while guarding their respective territories.
Lv.17 Basalt Warrior
This golem, made of a lump of black basalt, looked heavy and sturdy like a giant statue of nature.
Every time its fist slammed into the ground, the floor vibrated and small stone fragments shot into the air.
Lv.18 Limestone Warrior
This golem, made of soft curves and hard limestone, showed more agile movements compared to the neighboring golem.
The golem's stone fist gleamed faintly in the sunlight, and every time it turned, a light sound of stones clashing rang out.
And besides them, various golems with special properties and abilities filled the shelter's nooks and crannies.
They were slowly approaching the adventurers or patrolling their own areas while guarding.
And in the center of all these golems.
The central part of the field.
There, a huge golem was present.
Lv.20 Field Boss - 'Firm Rock' Dalgon
Dalgon had a body size that couldn't be compared to the other golems.
His entire body was made of gray rock and metal, and his arms and legs were connected with strange things that looked like mossy stones and mechanical parts.
However, right now Dalgon had his eyes closed and was sleeping.
Like time had stopped, his massive body didn't move at all.
His occasional breathing sounds were like the wind, and the sandstorm around him piled up on Dalgon's huge body, forming small hills.
Dalgon was usually a harmless being.
However, if he received damage above a certain threshold, he would immediately wake up and turn into a boss monster that destroyed everything around him.
The adventurers, as if knowing this fact, mostly hunted the small golems around without touching Dalgon.
Or there was no adventurer with the damage to wake Dalgon.
Anyway, around Rumiel, warriors around level 15 were busily moving.
“Black golem coming from the right!”
“Raise your shield!”
“Hey, hey! That's towards Dalgon. Don't go! You might get caught up and wake it up!”
The adventurers were fighting the golems in their own ways.
Some held their shields in front to block the basalt warrior's stone fists, while others dodged the sharp stone fists of the limestone warrior and tried to counterattack.
They were all sweating and panting, encouraging each other as they continued the battle.
Rumiel quietly watched the scene.
Then, suddenly, his gaze turned to one golem.
Lv.18 Limestone Warrior
Rumiel approached the limestone warrior from behind.
And,
Plop.
Without a word, he lightly jumped onto the limestone warrior's head.
“...?”
The limestone warrior showed no reaction.
Because golems are made of rock, even if someone climbed on them, the creature wouldn't notice.
Knowing this, Rumiel sat on the golem's head, slightly swinging his legs, and calmly looked around.
Thanks to the golem's height, the scenery of the shelter came into view at a glance.
Since it was high up, the air was cool and clear.
“...”
Rumiel closed his eyes without a word.
'This is what the air up high feels like.'
A moment of leisure.
But at that moment, Rumiel's babo-teol drooped.
Soon, his gaze naturally went to his small legs and fingertips.
Small body.
Thin wrists.
Rumiel's height was small.
Less than 120cm.
“...”
Looking at his own body, Rumiel was silent for a moment.
His small shoulders slightly trembled, and Rumiel's babo-teol was still drooping weakly.
By now, anyone would be curious.
This place was a harsh habitat for golems.
Cold wind blew, and it was far from the village.
Why had Rumiel come to this strange field.
There was a separate reason.
North of the shelter.
There was a small pier there.
On the lakeside where rough waves crashed, an old ferry floated.
That boat was the only means of transportation to the Ice Island.
Ice Island.
A place where one of the legendary heroes was sealed.
Only penguins and a few people lived there, and that was Rumiel's destination.
At that moment, Rumiel quietly stood up from his seat and tried to head there.
“Let's take down Dalgon!”
“Maintain formation! Be careful with area attacks!”
“Healer, check your stamina!”
The adventurers were gathering one by one at the center of the shelter, the place where Dalgon was sleeping.
They were advancing towards Dalgon with tense expressions, each equipped with weapons and armor.
Rumiel looked up at them.
Warriors, mages, healers.
Jobs and equipment varied.
“Ugh, it's scary...
“It's okay. With our party, we can do it!”
The adventurers were making their own resolutions and starting to surround Dalgon.
Dalgon was still sleeping.
However, the overwhelming presence emanating from his massive body made the adventurers tense.
Rumiel's gaze naturally swept through them.
NPC party for the extermination.
Not surprising.
In the game too, small parties made up of NPCs would occasionally appear to help low-level players conquer field bosses.
It could be seen as the game's consideration for solo players.
However, since the sight of the NPCs coordinating their advance like this was intriguing, just as he was looking at them with sparkling eyes, a familiar silhouette caught his eye.
Small and awkward appearance.
A small adventurer dragging his legs, barely carrying a large shield.
Lv.9 Novice Adventurer
It was the novice adventurer he had met last time.
Rumiel silently looked at him.
His outfit was still shabby, and he had only an old sword as his weapon.
But his eyes were clear.
Perhaps he had become a warrior, holding the shield tightly with his small hands and slowly walking towards Dalgon.
Rumiel smiled faintly at the sight.
And, without a word, he opened his inventory.
Among the inventory full of various items, Rumiel's fingers moved familiarly.
Among them, what Rumiel took out was a small item shaped like fish buns.
◈ VVIP++ Bungeoppang's Blessing
◈ All stats +20%
◈ Increased HP and MP recovery speed
◈ Revive at 50% HP upon death
◈ No revive penalty once per use
Rumiel silently threw the item into the sky.
The bungeoppang spun around in the air,
bang!
A small cloud shaped like a fish burst, and countless bungeoppang fell with a sweet fragrance.
The bungeoppang landed above the adventurers' heads.
“Eh...?”
“This, what is this...?”
All stats +20%, increased HP and MP recovery speed, revive at 50% HP, no revive penalty once
“Eh... what is this?”
“...It's bungeoppang? Who threw bungeoppang?”
The bungeoppang floated down slowly on the wind.
The sweet scent spread throughout the shelter, and the small clouds shaped like bungeoppang spun around in the air and disappeared.
The bungeoppang disappeared softly before touching the hands.
Every time the adventurers tried to reach out and grab them, the bungeoppang turned transparent and vanished without a trace.
“...Is it Dalgon's illusion skill?”
The adventurers looked at each other's hands, bewildered.
Rumiel, from the golem's head, quietly watched the scene, then slowly stood up.
Plop.
Rumiel jumped down from the limestone warrior's head without making any sound.
The golem was still patrolling the surroundings indifferently, and Rumiel's movements didn't catch anyone's eye.
“...”
Rumiel looked at the small novice adventurer raising his shield towards Dalgon.
“Ha, can do it. Stay calm.”
Small body, awkward shield handling.
However, his eyes still sparkled.
Rumiel silently waved at him.
In a place where no one could see, he quietly wished him luck.
Rumiel's babo-teol wiggled slightly.
And, he leisurely left.
Towards the small pier in the north of the shelter.
“Good, I don't know what it is, but now is the chance!”
“Yes! Let's attack Dalgon!”
“Everyone prepare! The first attack after the thing wakes up will be taken by the tankers!”
“Ooh!”
Small footprints were engraved on the sand, then immediately erased by the wind.
Rumiel's figure slowly disappeared into the barren rock mountain and sandstorm.