Strange Grief Wants to Retire ~ The Weakest Hunter's Hero Dream

"I can't do this anymore. I don't have enough power."

A companion of "The Mourning Ghost" - appeals with a sad voice to the childhood tamers.

"I can't keep up with you guys... You know, this party's treasure palace attack... is delayed because of me."

Members of Treasure Hunter's party have a role to play.

Attackers who repel demons. Swordsmen and wizards.

Auxiliaries (supporters) who disarm gimmicks and foes. Bandits (sheafs) and Alchemists (alchemists).

A healer (healer) responsible for healing the wounded or guarding the party. Guardian Knight (paladin).

I don't have any of that technology. I was totally packed.

I made an effort. But it is self-evident interest that if the talented and those who have made the same effort, the latter will become stronger.

And my childhood tamers - Luke and the others were amazing hard-workers. There is no way I can keep up with them more than a human day of only twenty-four hours.

Parties are usually arranged between five and six people. If it weren't for me - one or two more people in my place, people that fit the level of that party, Luke and the others would have moved on.

Hearing my words, Luke Psychol nodded with a sinking look.

"Oh... sure, Klee, you're right, we're powerless"

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"I'm sorry, Klee. I wouldn't have let you worry about that if we were stronger..."

Another fellow sitting next to me. Liz Smart agrees with that opinion.

"No, you don't -"

They are strong. Strong enough already. He is strong enough to keep raising the level of his attacking treasure palace even as he holds my foot. [M]

It would have been much easier for the five of us to attack, except me.

He flushed my persuasion like a willow, and Luke said with a distant eye.

"You can't be like this... haha... it seems like the strongest hunter is eating a stall in this place. What a dream again. Thanks, I woke up because of you. Me, I'm going to be a disciple of a guy called Kensei or something to work out a little more from the ground up..."

Luke was a noli like going for a walk and went to become the apprentice of Kensei, whose name is Boom to the Empire City. Each of the other faces will come up with proposals to enhance their own power.

I thought when I heard it. No, you can't. These guys. I think if I get stronger, I'll fix everything. No matter how strong you guys get, I'm still weak.

And I came up with it.

Let's build a clan. Not as it is now. Die normally. Even if I didn't die, I would see it die.

Let's build a clan. Build a clan with other promising parties. To include powerful new members in The Mourning Ghost.

I needed a new breeze. To take a new step.

Thus I set up the "First Step" and succeeded in escaping from the search for the treasure hall because of its operation.

It was three years ago.

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There is a substance called Mana Material.

I don't know any detailed principles, etc., but it is a force that serves as the backbone of this world, a substance that seems invisible but exists everywhere. I wish you could imagine it like an invisible mist.

Originally full of the world, it can be concentrated in one place due to local context and other influences.

At that time, the forces that are supposed to be invisible form an extremely limited different world into this world, based on information extracted from the memories of the roots of the world.

That's - the treasure hall. This is why the position of treasure hunter has existed for a long time in Tai Ancient times.

Treasure palaces come in many shapes. For example, there are examples of towers, castles, forests, deserts, underground labyrinths, and unusual places like ships, skies, and waterfalls. It is randomly extracted and formed from any information that exists in the East and West now. It is the otherworlds themselves.

The purpose of the hunter is why the treasure hall is called the treasure hall - a special item called treasure gear that appears together with a high probability when the world manifests itself.

For example, a water bottle where water keeps gushing without exhaustion.

For example, a ring that protects itself only once.

For example, a jacket that allows you to fly through the sky if you weave a feather.

Such items with special powers that cannot be reproduced in modern civilization often appear in the Treasure Palace. It is an authentic treasure that, depending on the power it possesses, can be sold for as much as it can play and live in one lifetime.

Of course, there are risks.

Tough life forms that prefer to live in the dark areas of Mana Materials - demons or living illusions that occur with the same logic that the Treasure Palace manifests - phantoms (Phantoms).

Sometimes there are traps, and the terrain itself is rarely a hurdle. Sometimes the same hunters lose their lives.

But hunters don't stop looking for a treasure house, even in front of a threat that leads directly to a crisis in their lives.

Wealth, honor, and 'power' obtained by capturing high concentrations of Mana Materials filled with air. The treasure hall was too charming to give up.

Zebuldia, the Imperial capital, is a place like this for treasure hunters.

Transportation. The degree of development of the town. Strength as a country. Safety.

And most importantly, the location of the presence of treasure halls of varying degrees of difficulty around, with many pulses of ground running in the nature of retaining Mana Materials, made the imperial capital a sanctuary for treasure hunters.

The materials obtained from the countless treasures gathered and the demons that inhabit the treasure palace gather merchants, and the supplies gathered attract more hunters. The safety of the capital will be better preserved if famous hunters are gathered.

That cycle had given the Zebuldia Empire one of the best national powers in the powerful countries.

When we decided to play Treasure Hunter from a neighboring town, we took a number of carriages and went a long way towards the capital, even if we were a little impotent, because we thought the environment would train us and be a shortcut to glory.

It's actually been overrefined, but I still don't think that decision is an error.

Empire... The Zebuldia Empire is a country developed by hunters.

Imperial law protects treasure hunters and makes them easy to spend in a variety of ways, both in the sense of taxes and in the sense of the equipment they hold.

The headquarters of Clan's "First Step" was in the heart of the Empire City - a picturesque boulevard in a nice location.

The headquarters of the clan is also known as the Clan House, but in the footprint it is a five-story tower that has been smashed with dues from members.

its top floor. As the light glistened in the clerk's office of the clanmaster, Eva, the deputy clanmaster, rushed in as if to break through the door.

When he saw me awake, he sighed deeply.

"Mr. Klee, it's soaked out"

"Uh... are you serious"

Below Eva Renfeed, deputy master of the clan, the officials hired to run the clan are not hunters.

A purely underdeveloped, luxurious limb unlike the monsters. Amethyst-like eyes shine inside slim red edged glasses, and brown hair is neatly done. Unlike a coarse hunter, it seems like you can do your job.

There are less than her, about ten officials in the footprint, but without them it would not have turned very much.

He was a shadow meritor in "Footprints" that I gathered from all over to retire. Sneaking up, it can also be a high point that if you get hit, you won't die.

I put a newspaper on my desk that was hanging from the side with a grumpy look on its face.

What was offered was a Zebuldia Days newspaper with the number one share in the Empire.

The photos featured heavily on one side belong to the store I used yesterday to recruit members. However, the sign that was posted above the entrance fell, and there was a large hole in the wall, where it burned. I saw the hunters brawling through the big hole.

The paper title is' Big Clan, 'Son of the Holy Spirit' Brawl Occurs in Member Recruitment '

I feel like I'm making a lot of mistakes, but I think I'm gonna throw up.

Yawn loudly and listen as you stream and read the newspaper. The first thing you have to check….

"Any common victims out there?

"Fortunately, you don't seem to be answering"

"Then safe. I don't think it would be good if the damage was done to the citizens."

Glad to have evacuated the owner of the tavern in advance. Hunters were the only ones on that spot.

Top-notch hunters can kill people with one finger. Our clan motto does no harm to the citizens, right?

I can fix a broken building, but I can't fix someone who's dead.

Read the whole thing. Fortunately, the name 'Mourning Ghost (Strange Grief)' has not come up.

Our members are taking care of Zebuldia Days because she's just being ridiculous. I have been given some accommodation.

But those monsters. I don't understand the additions and subtractions. Don't break the building with one of your junior treasure fingers.

Eva, who doesn't know the details, shines her glasses and stares at me.

"I hear Mr. Klee oiled the fire, didn't he?

"No... I didn't mean to pour it, but even if I didn't pour it in the first place, it was terrible, right?

In the end, the recruitment of members came to an end within Ariel.

I don't know how it turned out because I ran away at the time the table flew over, but they heated it up a lot.

Gilberto boy was hunted early by Tino. Because this is the brain muscle.

They all have potentially burning properties, so as soon as the fire enters, it burns.

Uh... I want to move somewhere far now...

"What did Ark say?

"... I just saw him in the lounge, but he was laughing at me while I was watching the newspaper. He didn't seem to care."

You're really broad-minded, that guy. A hero's vessel must say something like that.

I'm really glad his party- "Son of the Holy Spirit (Arc Brave)" is the number two in the footsteps. Honestly, it's pretty much saved.

Eva tells me as she throws the newspaper, throws her legs out on the table, and carefully begins to wipe each and every ring of treasure that she always wears. The silver chains that had been scattered unconstructively made a proper tall noise.

"What about paying for the collapsed liquor store?

"Keep the bill on the arc. Make sure you calculate the opportunity loss and make it up to you. I borrowed it there with that kind of promise."

"There's been a complaint from the expedition."

"Handle it appropriately"

Complaints and such are familiar. At first, I was about to throw up gelo every time I complained, but somehow the members are members, so I come all year round. I can't throw up any more.

Eva added more to me than I could spare. [M]

"Don't stink, come here and explain it properly"

"Uh... call me... I think I'm gonna throw up"

My stomach hurts.

The Imperial City is a city of treasure hunters. The 'Association of Seekers', the largest organisation to manage them, has great power. Nominally, 'The Beginning Footprint (First Step)' also belongs there, with no right of refusal to call.

Eva tells me to distort her expression and tell her the truth.

"You'll already be used to it. How many times?"

"I'm not used to just calling you over and over again. Mr. Gark, the chief of the Imperial Branch, he's so scared, isn't he? He's definitely killing some people."

"That again..."

Mr. Gark is a former hunter.

He is a former monster who said he became an employee of the exploratory on account of his retirement. It's been awhile since I retired, but the power is alive and well, and he's a rough guy coming in between the hunters who fight fine.

Besides, I can't get my head up because I've been looking after you since you first came to Empire City. It was packed.

"Seriously -... ignore it and you'll get in here all by yourself, that guy"

Once I accidentally ignored it, I got into trouble. It is now positioned at the top of my rankings of those who should not defy me.

Most importantly, the Deputy Branch Manager is a good person to keep Mr. Gark in check, so it can be substantially easier to even go out to the visiting club where the Deputy Branch Manager is.

I want someone to go instead...... but Eva, who divides up virtually all the clan operations, is an average person, and I wouldn't be sneaky to tap into both hunters.

"I think I'll ask Ark to go instead"

"Mr. Klee, don't you rely too much on Mr. Ark?

Because there's nothing else. Strong is not necessarily personably superior.

I've been desperately twisting my head for a while, but in the end I can't think of a good idea.

".................. I have no choice, I really don't want to go but do you want to go? I really don't want to go out. Because there is no escort. The treasure for disguise broke in the meantime."

If everyone in The Ghost of Mourning (Strange Grief) follows me as an escort, but I'm on my way to a treasure palace offense of high difficulty, and I don't know when I'll be back.

"He said it's okay. Imperial capital, right?

"I can say that because I've never been attacked all over the city. Well, not lately because I crushed it all."

Put the preserve in the ring you were polishing on your index finger. I bagged the other rings, put the chains together, bracketed them in my belt, and stood up.

Here's one thing. Let me show you my gorgeous earthly skills.