The Summoner of Rest (32)
"Ha. Anyone watching would think you rented the place out, huh?"
The moment I cleared the dungeon and stepped outside, the first thing to greet me was someone's snide remark.
For a second I thought it was aimed at me and my brow twitched—but there was no one near me at all. Off to one side, a crowd had gathered.
Feeling a little awkward, I glanced sideways and found Comet waiting in perfect stillness, her expression so natural it was as if she hadn't heard a thing.
For something that had only just been born, her sense of tact was absurdly sharp. Was this just the baseline difference between species? Even granting that her core AI had been pulled from a dungeon boss, she was still far too competent.
I'd rushed the creation and the clear so hard I hadn't even properly checked her specs yet, and already I was looking forward to the results.
Which was why I'd planned to head straight for a D-rank dungeon connected to machinery next. The problem was that the crowd was blocking the path there.
Can't a guy have a quiet weekend for once? If you're going to fight, at least stick to weekdays… Is it going to kill someone if a single day passes without incident?
"We completed the proper procedures and earned the right to use this place."
"So did we. The problem is how dirty your methods were."
"…Your tone is getting rough. You look like a first-year. You'd do well to watch yourself."
"Ha. Just because you're a third-year you think you can lecture me? Let's see if you can still stand there looking so righteous after you see this!"
With that, the first-year student made his device's hologram visible to everyone and proudly displayed the dungeon application list from the academy app.
"First it was two people. Then those two plus one made three. After that it just kept adding one more each time—the actual members never change."
Just as the male student said, only the applicant's name differed; the party itself was always composed of the same previous people, including the applicant.
The list was packed solid with them all the way up to the maximum party size of six, and the murmuring around them grew a little louder.
Faint voices mixed in—was that even allowed, wasn't that cheating, and so on.
My own thoughts, looking at it, were a little different.
They did it well. So what?
Academy dungeons ran on an application system. You either submitted a form directly to the relevant office or applied through the academy app declaring you wanted to challenge a given dungeon.
Once the applicant's clear was registered through their device, an alert went out to the next person in line that entry was available.
If you didn't challenge within two hours to a day of receiving the alert, the right passed to the next applicant. It was a system the academy used, and associations and guilds used versions of it all the time.
Aside from special cases like event-type or field-type dungeons that allowed multiple entries, you could say virtually every dungeon ran on this system.
So using a loophole like that to clear dungeons quickly, convert the byproducts and clear rewards into cash, and settle up was something that happened more often than people liked to admit.
Academy dungeons could only be used by enrolled students or faculty except in special circumstances, which meant there were plenty of people who commissioned academy students specifically for the byproducts and rewards.
Which meant the ones glaring at this with hostility were mostly first-years. The second- and third-years who'd seen it all and been through it all just snorted in disbelief.
Or else they felt embarrassment or disillusionment seeing their past selves overlapping with the scene.
Of course, the reason they knew all that and still just stood there watching was simple. They weren't involved. It was just a little stimulant that showed up now and then in the repeating daily grind.
Some people took pleasure in watching others quarrel. Knowing the reality and still pretending not to, they soaked in a cheap sense of superiority while watching idiots do stupid things.
How much human ugliness did they need to see in a situation this simple before they were satisfied?
"Shall I clear them away?"
Through the skill Link, Comet could feel my discomfort as clearly as if it were her own. She asked with a perfectly straight face. I'd already shown something ugly to a kid who'd only just been born.
I should have been showing her only good things, and instead this was what she got. Pathetic. I shook my head and started walking in another direction, making it clear there was no need to care about that nonsense.
She immediately killed her own opinion and fell in behind me.
"Ah, what the—don't push—huh?"
I shoved the people blocking the path aside with my shadow and got an immediate reaction. I glared at the one who'd spoken and jerked my chin in a clear move. The student nodded quickly and opened a path; the ones behind him scrambled out of the way as well.
Should've just done this from the start.
As I walked the suddenly cleared path, I could feel eyes gathering on me. More precisely, on Comet quietly following behind me.
Comet looked human at a glance, so most of the stares were people wondering who she was. That made sense—the academy basically banned outsiders, and students entering dungeons were required to wear their uniforms so their status was clear.
So of course it looked strange to see a girl in plain clothes standing behind someone who had just come out of a dungeon.
Of course, receiving those stares didn't mean I owed any of them an explanation.
I ignored their gazes even more thoroughly and headed outside—and at the same time I saw a group approaching from the far side, coming straight toward us.
Their hard expressions and considerable presence made it clear they were on their way to deal with some annoying business. Honestly, if someone dumped work on me out of nowhere on a weekend, I'd probably wear the same face.
The black epaulets standing out sharply against the pale beige of their student uniforms, and the number of gold clips fastening them, told you exactly where someone sat in the organization.
The epaulets—enchanted with automatic translation and dirt-repelling magic so anyone could read them—proudly bore the name Student Council.
More precisely, the Student Council and the Discipline Committee under it. I'd had my doubts about whether they actually did their jobs, but seeing them move like this even on a weekend suggested they were at least working.
Student Council and Discipline Committee, huh.
In a school that gathered people from so many countries, the atmosphere and ethos sometimes took on the flavor of a particular nation's culture. In this case, you could tell the Japanese influence had settled in.
The reason so many of the organizational and academic cultural quirks felt strongly Japanese was simple. One of the academy executives on the education side was Japanese.
I'd met him once while negotiating with the old man about academy dungeons. He was more reasonable than I'd expected.
Of course, outside of educational matters he was a fossil in every other sense, which had only hardened my theory that among geniuses there were no properly functional people.
I was about to walk right past them toward the D-rank dungeon zone when someone stepped into my path.
"Outsiders are prohibited from entering the dungeon zone."
I tilted my head to check his face. A man with his hair neatly parted 80-20 adjusted his glasses and looked from me to Comet behind me.
"Furthermore, wearing additional garments over the student uniform and failing to wear a necktie are both dress code violations. Correct them at once."
The way he pedantically ticked off every point one by one was so textbook it somehow circled back around to feeling unique.
The navy color of his necktie meant he was a first-year, but I'd never seen him in Class S. Probably Class A or somewhere else. Or maybe I just didn't remember him.
He was so focused on his duties that he couldn't see the third-years' stares behind him.
The ones in back had enough experience to immediately clock that Comet wasn't an ordinary person—but maybe first-years really were the problem.
Watching inexperience demonstrated this intuitively was so stereotypical it was almost reassuring.
Yeah. It's because guys like this exist that more problems get created than solved, and nothing runs properly.
That said, ignoring him was awkward—apparently they were so short on talent to carry the next Student Council and Discipline Committee that they were sticking even guys like this into the role to grind experience.
Ignoring him felt wrong, and explaining felt like it would contradict what I'd just been thinking, which left a bad taste. But having my time wasted like this was annoying in itself, so I decided to simply dismiss Comet.
I'd only just summoned her, shown her nothing but weirdness, and was already sending her back—I felt bad, but getting tangled up with these types was even more annoying.
I looked back. Quick on the uptake as ever, Comet pinched both edges of her skirt lightly and performed that distinctive bow that didn't bend at the waist—the same one I'd first seen.
Snap.
I flicked my fingers the same way I had when summoning her, and Comet dissolved into light and scattered.
"?!"
Startled by the sudden event, Glasses stumbled a step back and settled into a stance. Had he thought I wanted to fight? Truly hopeless.
"She's not a person—she's a summon. You're on the Student Council and you can't even tell that much apart?"
"…Ahem. Ahem!"
My pointed remark left Glasses flustered enough to clear his throat, and behind him a third-year openly turned away with shaking shoulders or wore a bitter smile.
"E-even so, the dress code violation is still a fact! Correct it immediate—huh?"
The guy froze mid-sentence. Of course he did—the hoodie he'd been pointing out had vanished in the blink of an eye.
The hoodie I was wearing was made of shadow, so I could change it however I liked whenever I felt like it. No big deal.
While he was distracted by Comet disappearing, I'd transformed the hoodie into a necktie. It was black, but navy and black were close enough.
I used to wear actual hoodies, but the weather had gotten warmer lately, and doing laundry every day I wore one had gotten annoying. These days it was cheaper just to throw on clothes made of shadow instead of the real thing.
If I kept the density as low as possible it felt soft and fluffy; if I kept it moderately low it felt crisp. I just loosened the settings until I hit the firmness I wanted and wore that.
"Anything else?"
I furrowed my brow slightly and tilted my head as I spoke. Glasses clamped his mouth shut, cold sweat running down his face.
Of course he had nothing left to say. As if to rescue the first-year, the third-year who'd been openly laughing with her back turned a moment ago sauntered over, draped herself against Glasses' shoulder with a solid thump, and grinned.
"Takachi's always too serious, that's his problem~ I've told you a million times to look at the bigger picture, haven't I?"
"S-Shirogane-senpai?! You're too clo—!"
"Don't be so uptight. Loosen up a little~"
Cutting him off and thumping his back looked a bit rough around the edges, but separate from that, her own uniform hit every minimum line a girl's outfit was supposed to meet.
White hair and a somewhat mischievous expression gave her an overall open, easygoing feel. Not the kind of person who looked like she'd just mess around, though. If I had to compare, she was like a good-natured athletic type.
"Ahem… Just like my little brother said, you're something else! I'm Shirogane Rui! Chair of the Discipline Committee!"
Nice to meet you! she said, thrusting a hand toward me. I stared at that hand, then ignored it. Annoyance was the real reason, but more than that, I simply didn't want to take it. That was the feeling.
Shirogane, though. The name had felt familiar for a reason—one of the four-person group in Class S was definitely named Shirogane Tohru.
Judging by how she talked, this woman was that guy's older sister.
"If we're done here, can I go?"
"Aigoo, shot down cold… You've got some solid walls up! Standing in your way any longer would be poor form, so by all means, go on your way~"
With a playful smile she hooked Glasses by the neck under her arm and pulled him aside, opening the path for me. I gave a small nod at the courtesy and walked past.
Something was being said behind me, but I cut off my interest. What mattered to me right now was Comet.
I reached the zone where the D-rank dungeons were lined up and went straight to the entrance of the one I wanted. But the dungeon gate was still shut tight, showing no sign of opening.
Puzzled, I checked and found someone had already reserved it. There had definitely been no applications as of this morning—someone had slipped one in during that brief window.
I'd let my guard down because it was an unpopular dungeon. I hadn't expected to get blindsided like this. And the application had only just gone through.
Today's luck really is trash. Irritated, I roughly raked a hand through my hair and started walking back toward the dorms.
That was when a voice from behind forced me to stop cold.
"What? This is the dungeon you applied for? I've told you how many times my curse doesn't work on non-living things! Hurry up and guide us to a different dungeon!! That's a scout's job!"
At the sight of the man dumping work on her while complaining, something in the woman seemed to snap. A murderous air rolled off her as she scowled hard and raised her voice.
"You… don't you dare mess with me! I told you applications would pile up this weekend so put one in early before the slots filled! Not only did you forget, you had the nerve to report it on the day of, and now what? You can't do it so go find somewhere else? Don't make me laugh! You're the one who swore any dungeon would be a one-punch job and told me to handle it myself!!"
Far from looking cowed, the man got angry right back and matched her fury with his own.
"That's why checking party compatibility is the scout's job, you useless bitch!!! You piece of trash!!!"
Anyone could see the man was the trash. Being called trash by trash must have been especially galling—blood welled between the woman's clenched fingers from how hard she was squeezing her fist.
The intensity of it, fierce enough to prove this wasn't their first or second fight over something like this, was less a simmer and more a volcano about to blow.
More precisely, one side's rage was enormous while the other was raising his voice in shameless deflection to avoid facing his own fault.
The real killer detail was the party members watching from the side—their expressions weren't shocked. They looked bored, like they'd been through this plenty of times already.
The way they looked at the woman with something like pity while glaring at the man causing the problem made it painfully clear whose fault it was.
You didn't get reactions like that without running into this situation over and over.
The fact that they'd endured this kind of thing multiple times and still stuck around already told you the people in that party were either complete doormats or saints with hearts of gold.
If not that, then some kind of binding was involved. Nothing else would explain looking after a bastard like that.
"…I put up with it again and again for the sake of our childhood friendship, but I can't take it anymore. Get lost. You absolute moron."
See? A "setup" so cliché it made me want to yawn.
It was because packs of guys like this existed that the academy never had a quiet day. The thought that this too might be some divine mockery put me in a foul mood.
Because whether indirectly or not, he had definitely blocked the path I needed to take. If it was coincidence, fine—but if this kept repeating, it was inevitability. I was going to have to be more careful than I'd thought.
"Ha! The one who should leave is the incompetent one—you! Who wouldn't notice you deliberately picking only dungeons where this magnificent body can't show its skills just to screw with me!? A bitch who's not only useless but rotten to the core sure has a long tongue."
Grit.
The sound of teeth grinding was loud enough to reach me where I stood. Oof. If she wasn't careful that was going to crack a jaw or a tooth.
Awakened were tough, but that didn't mean things didn't break. When two things of equal hardness slammed together, of course both got damaged.
Of course, cracked or broken, one healing spell would fix everything, so there was no real need to worry. What mattered was the woman so furious she didn't even have room to think about whether her own body was breaking.
Mana surging violently in time with her emotions poured an unimaginable presence out of her. Enough killing intent to turn even the man who'd been brazenly lifting his chin pale.
"Last warning. Get lost."
Cold rage. There was no other way to describe her fury. They said when a woman held a grudge, frost fell even in midsummer—this was exactly that.
Ice grown razor-sharp was preparing to pierce an enemy's throat more threateningly than any flame.
Watching quietly, I had the sudden sense that I could resolve this surprisingly easily, and I added mana to the woman. The skill Charisma had a secondary effect of strengthening presence by adding mana.
I layered it onto my shadow and, as a result, amplified the woman's aura. It was a cheap trick with somewhat reduced effect, but it would be enough.
With the skill's power added, her presence became something he simply couldn't endure. The man's face went steadily paler until he finally tucked his tail and backed off.
"F-fuck… I don't need a shit-hole like this anyway!!"
But then, as if ashamed of the fact that he'd retreated, he flushed red and fled at a fast walk.
The woman glared after him as if determined not to miss a single instant. Even after he was gone, her emotions hadn't fully settled—she closed her eyes, let out a long breath, and forced her anger down.
Seeing a party member approach her side, I quickly reeled my shadow back in.
"Yuna, you did the right thing. Trash like that is better forgotten fast."
Someone who looked like a mage immediately began chanting a recovery spell, healing the woman's bleeding hand and body.
"Right? Watching the whole time I got so mad I wanted to punch him myself."
"…Sorry because of me. He wasn't a bastard like that before. Where did it all go wrong…?"
Once the anger drained, the self-reproach hit late. The way she covered her face with trembling hands said she'd been badly shaken. Well—that was the normal reaction.
These were kids who'd been coddled like greenhouse flowers just because their abilities were outstanding.
Raised so steeped in peaceful lives that they'd developed a total lack of danger sense, then suddenly seized by a genuine urge to kill someone—if they just brushed that off, that would be the strange part.
"Yuna, let's call it a day."
Yes! Well said! I threw my full support behind the words her companion had just spoken. But the one who casually crushed those expectations of mine was none other than the woman called Yuna.
"…No. Kaoru, you need to earn money for your family even one day sooner. Just a little. If I stay like this just a little longer I'll be fine. Let's go into the dungeon then."
"But…"
At the protest that tried to follow, the woman—Yuna—looked straight at her companion with a sorrowful smile and shook her head. She didn't want to become a burden holding back her companion, her friend, because of her own issues.
"That guy was all flash and mouth anyway. He couldn't even do a vanguard's job properly. If we're just a little careful and take it slow, we'll be fine on our own."
Faced with the complex tangle of emotions and pain compressed into Yuna's expression, Kaoru had no choice but to nod in the end.
Tch. So the plan to get the dungeon rights transferred is a bust. If Ban Taewung had been standing here, he wouldn't have manipulated things from behind like me—he'd have stepped forward without a second's hesitation to help that woman.
It wouldn't have been a fundamental solution, but he'd have thrown himself into joining their dungeon run just to lift their spirits in the moment.
I felt a little uneasy, like I'd accidentally stolen an event, but if we were meant to meet we'd have met long ago already. One way or another, this was always going to blow up.
So I wasn't the bad one. The bad one was the god who'd manufactured this kind of busywork.
Mentally chewing the god out a few more times and then chewing him out again, I headed straight for where the woman and her group were standing. I made no attempt to hide my presence, walking right up openly, and everyone's eyes turned toward me with a sense of puzzlement.
The necktie on my student uniform was red—second-year.
That fact left me unable to hide my bleakness. Seeing even a complete piece of garbage like that guy attending the academy just fine meant this place really was pure meritocracy.
"Navy is… first-year? Did you need something?"
I barely managed to swallow the sigh that almost slipped out on reflex. Maybe I looked strange doing it—the woman called Kaoru asked in place of the one still collecting herself.
At times like this, being direct was better than talking in circles.
"I had business at that dungeon, but an application suddenly got locked in and I couldn't enter. I was standing here wondering what to do when you seniors arrived, and… well. I ended up overhearing unintentionally."
I shrugged and turned my head slightly. Fuck, my wording sounds so stupid. What I really wanted was to just dump money on them, tell them to hand over the entry rights, and swear a little while I was at it.
That would've been win-win. You get money and you're happy; I achieve my goal and I'm happy.
"It looks like your party's broken up anyway, so if possible I'd like to purchase those rights."
"…Sorry, but I don't think that works. Buying and selling entry tickets is strictly forbidden by the school rules."
I knew that. If it weren't, people would spam applications for every dungeon and try to sell them off—guaranteed.
But loopholes definitely existed, like the sequential entry trick I'd seen earlier. And the academy tended to be fairly generous about things students cooked up by wringing their brains, as long as it showed some thought.
"When I said I wanted to buy the entry ticket, I meant I wanted to buy the empty slot left by the guy who just quit."
You were in a bind anyway. I pointed out the exact gap.
"Once we're inside the dungeon it doesn't matter if we split up. From my side I won't care at all what you seniors do. I can handle a D-rank on my own, so you seniors can just enter and rest if you want."
I felt a current of consideration pass through them. Of course—the conversation was swinging in a direction that was almost too sweet for them, so it was starting to sound not half bad.
"There's only one thing I want."
Don't get in my way. As long as you keep that one thing, I don't care what any of you do.
When I put it that bluntly, the women clustered together and began murmuring. Given the situation, they probably wanted to discuss it among themselves. I accepted that and stepped back a little to wait.
Even at a distance I could have heard everything if I focused, but I had no desire to eavesdrop that hard.
"Um…"
Eventually the discussion seemed to end, and the woman called Kaoru approached as their representative.
"We talked it over, and we're going to pass on anything involving money after all."
"…Is that so."
A rejection. Nothing I could do about it. Going into a dungeon with someone you couldn't trust was dangerous, so being wary was only natural.
I could look for another dungeon now, or just go back.
"W-wait!!"
The moment I started to turn away, Kaoru hurriedly caught my sleeve and stopped me.
"What is it?"
Did she have more business? If this was just yanking me around for no reason, I wasn't interested. I narrowed my eyes and looked at her with a somewhat cold reaction. She swallowed hard as if intimidated and spoke again.
"…We won't take money. Instead, come with us as a party member. If you do that, we'll let you enter the dungeon with us. I don't know what your goal is, but even if it's temporary, you'd be someone becoming our companion—so we're willing to work together."
The first thing that rose in my mind when I heard her was annoying. It was the exact opposite of the condition I'd put forward—don't make things troublesome for me.
Was there really any point in bending my will, putting up with the annoyance, and going into this dungeon?
The moment I thought that, something like an electric current jolted through my mind. At the sudden sensation I wrapped my whole body in mana and checked behind me, but I couldn't sense anyone standing there or anything of the sort.
Then what was this feeling? After turning it over for a while I arrived at one hypothesis.
This… is it coming from a summon?
…It was plausible enough.
After all, they had been created with parts of my soul as a base. They'd mixed in and soaked into my body quickly enough, but as a side effect we'd become able to feel each other's emotions bidirectionally, hadn't we?
It was true that the skill Link had made that sensory communication smoother. I hadn't imagined it would strengthen to the point that this kind of exchange was possible even without summoning them.
Even rotten, it was still a skill that had mutated along with the class change. I rested a hand on my chin and slowly stroked it with a finger, sinking into thought.
A summon—probably Comet—was insisting powerfully that we had to enter this D-rank dungeon, the Scrap Metal Machine Grave.
Going in later instead of now would have been fine, but a kid who'd only just been born and been shown nothing but my worst side was asserting herself this strongly. Ignoring that wouldn't have been right either.
"No matter how amazing you are, going together is definitely better than going alone."
Sensing from my silence that I was about to refuse, she started listing the advantages of numbers over solo. I cut her off by opening my mouth.
"…For you seniors, filling the missing vanguard slot is enough, right?"
"Huh? Uh! Y-yeah, that's right."
Then sticking Echidna or Growl on them in my place would be plenty. They'd made that offer because they didn't know I was a summoner.
They'd probably attached the condition so they could keep me close and watch me, to stop me from doing anything stupid inside the dungeon—but unfortunately they'd picked the wrong address. Once you were in, there was no backing out no matter what you did.
In other words, the time remaining until the dungeon was cleared was mine.
I'd attach Echidna and Growl, get these people what they wanted as fast as possible, and send them out. Meanwhile I'd move alone, check on things related to Comet, and find out what it was she'd wanted so badly.
"…Understood. We'll go with that condition."
She clearly hadn't expected me to accept. Her eyes went wide, then she smiled softly with visible relief.
"Okay! It's only for a little while, but nice to work with you! I'm Harusaki Kaoru from Class 2-C—you can just call me Kaoru! My specialty is battle mage work focused on short spells."
"First-year Jang Sinwoo. Position is all-rounder. Call me whatever you like, Kaoru-senpai."
Kaoru tilted her head briefly at the word all-rounder, then nodded in acceptance at the "senpai" tacked on the end.
"Jang Sinwoo-hubae is a bit long, so I'll call you Sinwoo-hubae."
I'd already told her to call me whatever she wanted, so there was nothing more to pick at. I simply nodded in acceptance.
"Let's go quickly."
Time was money—and beyond that, a value you couldn't buy even with money.
She seemed to feel the weight of that deeply; she bobbed her head in vigorous agreement and immediately headed over to the others, chattering about something.
What had nearly become a disaster looked like it would resolve more easily than expected, and the others were visibly relieved as well. The woman whose color had improved a great deal in that short time—true to her word about recovering quickly—stood and came toward me.
"…Sorry for dragging you into something weird. Honestly I'd love to just give you the entry ticket, but I didn't want to make things harder for my friends because of me anymore."
"It's fine. It's well within the range of things I can understand."
"Thanks for saying that."
I'd felt it in her exchange with that man earlier too—she was the type of normal person who knew how to properly apologize for her own affairs.
Part of me wanted to cynically ask whether dumping that kind of annoying nuisance on me was fine, but I didn't want to crush the rare sprout of a reasonable person under my own heel.
She'd already taken a big shock; twist her the wrong way even a little and she looked ready to go full dark side on the spot.
In principle the choice was entirely their right, and I was the one who'd asked to wedge myself into that right and enter the dungeon. A little extra baggage on something I was doing anyway—I decided not to mind it much.
Originally I should have been the one begging to get in. Yes. Thinking of it that way was definitely better for my mental health.
"Ah, things were so chaotic I didn't even introduce myself. I'm Na Yuna from Class 2-C. Position is scout—specialties are sniping and rapid fire."
"Also 2-C. Emilia Berkheim. Position is tank—my specialty is drawing enemy attention all at once for a moment."
"Same class. Fujii Makoto. Position is sub-dealer. Specialty is swift-sword work that leverages high speed."
Scout, tank, sub-dealer, huh.
The battle mage mentioned earlier was a mage who could handle both main-dealer-level ranged attacks and melee at the same time, so adding the man who'd just left made for a fairly well-balanced party composition.
But my thoughts ran a little differently.
Stick a buffer or healer in the one open slot and it'd be perfect.
The difference was whether you put in a buffer to raise the whole party's specs and crush things with raw weight class, or put in a healer to raise sustain and stability.
They'd probably left it open with both options in mind.
Given that the guy earlier had been going on about curses and such, his role had probably been debuff-slash-dealer. A good debuffer could put out buffer-tier value, so it fit.
Now that he was on his way out, they'd probably bring in a new frontliner or backliner and rebuild the formation.
Or looking for a healer or buffer on the condition they could also cover the front line wouldn't be bad either.
Honestly there was no need for me to stick my nose into any of this, but the gamer blood latent in me was boiling and there was nothing I could do about it.
When you looked at party comps long enough your eyes just naturally went that way. Be grateful I at least didn't say it out loud.
They'd learn the usefulness of a frontline healer whether they wanted to or not once they were with Echidna. Echidna was limited to self-healing, but even that alone could pull enough sustain to be plenty of help.
"First-year Jang Sinwoo. Position is all-rounder."
It had taken a ridiculously long time just to get into one dungeon.
"Specialty is combat in general."
Now let's actually go.
The target was a D-rank dungeon. The Scrap Metal Machine Grave.