In the two days since entering Shake's assistant, Ajin has reduced the amount of hunting. Only the wolves are defeated, and the rest of the time is crucial to gathering Harnemos while wandering through the forest. Then he walked on his feet and saw everything from the realm of the Black Wolf to the realm of the Blue Wolf.
Azin produced a map with that experience. A map made through the capture function within a capsule and distributed in the town. It was as perfect and detailed as it could be compared to the clumsy maps or bulletin boards that are now being distributed in the village. Along with that, he organized his wolf habits while hunting wolves, and handed over the collected information to the target board.
"3 million won."
You don't have much to gain from selling a map, but it's worth it. If First is officially open, how many people will start the game? The user will eventually have to grow up in this town unless he can move into another town. A wide forest map is definitely worthwhile for such users.
Azin sells information and the attacking site buys it. By embedding it, the target site catches the beginner user. After all, there's nothing bad about each other.
'It's a map of the forest. It has nothing to do with my growth. '
Ajin thought while eating ramen. About a month until the end of the beta test. Now that I've made a profit, I've been rewarded somewhat for my recent difficulties. The problem is long-term profits.
'It would be okay to sell information about the boss monsters in the wild. '
Information about boss monsters that have not yet been captured. This will definitely be money. The profits mentioned by Raw Snow do not mean these profits, but you need money to eat and live right now.
'Even if you can't, you have to make about 500 a month. '
I don't want much money, but like games, there's nothing wrong with having money in real life. And if it is, it is better to have more than less. And in order to make money with information arms, you have to get information that sells consistently and consistently.
'To do that, you have to be strong. '
Azin submerged the pot in water. The beta test will end in a month, and the user's status will all be reset. Although it will remain information in my head and help when the service is properly opened, it hurts my bones to reset my ability to work hard right away.
"I knew about the relationship between the hemophiliac and the black snowman. If the service starts properly and it can be used..."
Reset. Will it affect NPC's memory as well? If so, he should rebuild his intimacy with Raw Snow or other NPCs. Honestly, it's annoying. But I can't help it. Blacksmith Riggs' Wolf Tooth Quest, linking the Black Snow to the doctrine of martyrdom. Should I start all over again? Azin frowns.
'But I like this one the best. '
If only there was nothing more qualified to play the game right now. Receiving the astronaut directly from the Bishop of the Church, and strengthening myself with Marathon technique. Honestly, it's a balancing breakdown that it's given to a beginner. But this is also the hidden piece of the game's story, so it's better to use it.
"... I'm starting to get through. "
Brush your teeth, drink water. I looked to the cheeks, and when my body was ready, Azin chewed up the restorative potions and vitamins he had prepared and drank water again. Then I went into the capsule.
[Welcome to First World.]
Along with his voice, the world of darkness is turned upside down. Ajin stands in front of the fountain where he logged out. First's time flows just like real time, but this world was not until noon.
'Let's start with Black Snow scent. '
At noon he goes to visit Raw Snow and receives an education. It is a promise that has been made in the last few days, and if it breaks time, the education of the raw snow becomes intense. No matter how helpful it is to you, it is not a person who enjoys being hit. Azin immediately walked to the house with the scent of Raw Snow.
Instead of going into the house, Azin heads for the clearing behind the house with the black snow scent. The Marathon technique was already over, and her education turned into a sparring match. When I arrived at the vacant lot, the smell of black snow that had been there before was smoking cigarettes.
"You're just in time. "
As he looks at the coming pain, he says, and straightaway, he kneels down and falls on his head.
"I'm here to see the Lord. "
"That's it. Get up. "
He stood up without hesitation. There is no refusal, as the manners were seen and the smell of Raw Snow commanded it. The scent of Raw Snow breathes a few more puffs of smoke, and the tobacco leaf filled with the pipe is flushed to the ground. Then he shoved it into his waist and stretched out his arms comfortably.
"It shouldn't be awkward since we did it yesterday. Bring it on."
I don't hesitate to say it. Azin immediately hit the ground. This has always been the way. Azin attacks. He smells of Raw Snow. There is little courtesy for the opponent to be a woman. Even if I try my best and push myself over the limit, I can never touch the smell of raw snow.
Access to the Thousand Mountains will be sanctioned. They neither resect their stamina nor use the energy drain as usual when hunting wolves. The opposing Pokémon was the Bishop of the Bridge. Resetting your stamina is luxurious and if you use an energy drain, you will die at the hands of Raw Snow. The smell of Raw Snow narrows his eyes and sees the fists that ache.
I just reached out my finger.
Puff! Azin's body soars up into the air. His fist didn't even touch the black snow, and neither did his finger. However, he vomited blood, feeling the pain of his guts being crushed. Asin rolls around the ground, and the voice of Raw Snow approaches.
"Too honest. Does the Maiden look like a wolf? "
Damn. No matter how bizarre the monsters are, it should show you how Azin attacks come about. So, in the end, no matter how hard you try, the attack of Against the Black Snow scent is honest.
'Fucking bitch. '
Ajin stood up, spitting blood. And then I ran again. My body aches from the beating, but I have no time to hesitate. The scent of Raw Snow gives you a dark face and reaches for a short walk as you see the coming pain. Paaa! The rapidly fading body of Raw Snow approaches Azin, and he raises his arm up in a panic. Queek! My back twists as if it were shattered bones. I blocked the palm of my hand flying into my head, but I was shocked. As you gaze at the coming azine, the smell of Raw Snow shrugs.
"It's my side that's hard to control. "
Good to know. Ajin swings his fist while swallowing profanity. It flows through the air as a result of the Thousand Waves of Bombardment, but the law is different. Since he doesn't have a defined brother anyway, if he changes his brother's laws, he can mimic the powerful power of the Thousand Horses' Demolition Rights in one form or another. What he chose was the meteor wall power of the pearl. Azin clenches his fist tightly. Pearlkeeper's Law is suitable for rapid punching and receiving at close range.
Puebuck! Swiftly clenches his fist. However, the black snow scent remained motionless and put all the counters into each of the fists where Ajin flew. Azin settles down, half-conscious.
'You monster...! '
I can't help it. Now, the achievement of the Archmage of Azin was still in 1st star. Since the power was reduced by 80% by the Bloody Cardiologist, it is clear that he will not be the match against the Mahishmati who fought against the Celestial Shrine.
"I'm familiar with the form. Did you know the law of something? "
"Somewhat..! "
Azin wants to get up, staggering, and immediately swinging his left knee at the ground. I don't kick my diagonal knee, my legs out and my head smells like raw snow! Twist your lower back as soon as you raise your knee. Percussion, step on the ground with your left foot and swing the heel of your right foot toward the black snow.
"Shaolin Sage! "
Raw Snow smelled funny. It was the right kind of shampoo, but it didn't help Azin. An opponent who is superior to himself and can never be defeated. As he confronts the opponent, Azin tries to check everything he remembers. Even if you suffer enough pain to die through it and become Groggy,
He's a player, so he doesn't die.
Perch! A whiff of Raw Snow, holding its flying heel, swings its arm toward Azin. Even though it was air-conditioned, it wasn't so fast that Azin couldn't see it. Abnormal movement of the legs caught is limited, and if you twist violently, you lose your center and fall down. Azin slightly shifts his torso as he squeezes his left leg across the ground. Sammy! You dodged an attack. The next -- the only thing free is your arms.
"The ceiling!"
Make a triangle out of your gathered hands. Phew! The Raw Snow's body lightly retreats back. She taps her left hand around her abdomen and smiles high.
"You're using the inner aerial of the Celestial Shrine as well as the other anal brother. In this way, you can make decent movements through an indefinite astronaut. But there's no depth! "
Papabat! The flesh of the Raw Snow quickly became feverish. What is the true black snow scent, each of which has a different direction and strikes azine? There must be something real about moving and attacking in other ways.
'Focus -'
But I couldn't recognize it. Qaczyc! Azin is shocked to the ground with a flickering sensation. Seeing the shivering pain, the smell of raw snow blushed his fists.
"Good application and short-term applications. However, it lacks power and lacks speed. It is because he only follows another shaman's brother and has no depth. It'll work for the sewers... but you'll be worse off if you know what you're doing. "
"I... can't help it! "
Azin barely raises his immobile body and spits out in a boiling voice. The smell of Raw Snow made me smile.
"Yes, I have no choice. The sea that the Maiden understands. Originally, a priest who is allowed to learn the construction worker, he specializes in one or more other methods of working without being trained. In my case, it was a minority horseman and a warthog. It mingled with the Celestial Shrine, and I became a Blood Mage. "
Puff! An invisible, quick hand bends his head back. Azin, who was stumbling, stood up as long as he could, cracked his butt again.
"She understood every right of the devil. And with the enormous power of the Celestial Dragonfly, the Mainlander was called the golden warrior. But what about you? Do you understand both the law of prophecy and Shaolin? "
".. no. "
"Of course. I'm just imitating you after all. The Mainlander has given you the Thousand Mascot and has made you into a poltergeist body, but you don't know how to use her. It is a great insult to her that you become such a dull fool after being taught by her. "
Raw Snow smiled bitterly.
"She doesn't want to endure such humiliation. So, learn from me. "
".. Yes? "
Asin was surprised by the frenzy of raw snow, and asked again. Through the overall conversation, Azin was confident that the smell of raw snow would teach him something else.
"Salthinmu."
And Azin's expectations were met.
"Twenty years ago, I made the will to kill the bastards who dropped her here. I don't have a brother either. I don't need you. It may or may not be right to be called a shaman, a shameless shameless shaman. "
The scent of Raw Snow slowly opened its hands. She laughs as if it's funny to see the azine swallowing her saliva.
"Inner air flow. Slow and explosive static. Expanding the senses, hearing, seeing, feeling, accelerating the thinking of all of them. The flesh that rules over the air beyond what is suitable for spreading the ball. How to avoid and how to fit in. Any movement regarding how to swing, reach, stab and hit. This is life."
"Thank you, Lord! "
"Don't get me wrong. "
Thanks to Ajin's vomiting, Raw Snow's scent was cut off by a dagger. She giggles, smiling and comes to Azin, kicking him in the head with her feet. Kwadong and Ajin's body fall behind them.
"This is a radish created by Mother Mother herself, which contains everything she has. I can't teach you that easily. "
"Th-then? "
I bled out on my lips, but I didn't even think to clean up the pain. Raw snow scent said in a light voice.
"Kill the owner of the raging forest. "
"I'll kill you."
Ajin replied without even thinking. It was because I didn't need to think. He didn't want to kill the boss monsters in the wild anyway.
"When I get there, I'll let you know. "
Azin's answer was satisfactory, so the smell of Raw Snow nodded his head. Azin grips his fist tightly as he hears the low laugh of Raw Snow. I was going to catch the boss of a wild forest for information and money anyway.
There is a reason to catch it.