Rolf sighed. When a Carbine-type HIW VSK weapon is raised, directs its aim at the monster in sight. A big bear and a pig are in genetically mutated mode. Kenneth swung the sword silently. The shoes worn did not move an inch. Calmly, slashing the bodies of a large bear and a pig in one fell swoop.
The snow slowly started to melt. Needless to say, a long time has passed. But there was no sign of them appearing on the eighth floor. Kenneth felt himself getting tired of the monsters hanging around.
Kenneth's footsteps walked, turned around, and sheathed his Bastard Sword. Passing Franz in a dazed sleep state. His legs stood straight without shaking or feeling tired. Dozens of logs carried by Rolf, saw Kenneth just sprawled out on the ground. Letting go without mercy. Rolf had an annoyed expression on his face, tugging at his collared shirt while glaring at him sharply.
"Are you enjoying your job? Help a little why?" spit out Rolf in a shrill tone.
