Evan D. Sherden. Enters the Dungeon (2)
The very next day, when he was surprised by Serena's naming sense, which he could not understand at all, was the day he decided to enter the dungeon.
Evan was packing up with Bernard's help at the Brotherhood Pharmacy drug room before entering the dungeon. Only items that had been certified by Bernard and whose stability had been verified were selected.
"Are these potions enough?"
"Unless you are going on a large expedition, then yes. If anyone sees you, they'll think you're doing business."
Bernard clicked his tongue as he watched Evan carefully organize various potions into his inventory pocket.
In the end, Bernard was confident that even if Evan went in and charged down alone, he could break through to the 10th floor without stopping.
Of course, it was the alchemist's job to be thoroughly prepared for something unexpected, but if you were to look at Evan now…
"I bet you won't need a single potion. Whether it is wound healing, mana recovery, mental recovery, or detoxification. Aren't you bringing a priest with good ability with you in the first place?!"
"That's why I did not want to talk to people who haven't gone into the dungeon. Grandpa, why would a dungeon be called a dungeon? It's a dungeon because you don't know when unexpected things will happen. On the 3rd floor of the dungeon, there is the story of the explorers who were scattered and killed one by one after stepping on the space teleportation trap."
Bernard wanted to shout,?'I also attacked the dungeon up to the 56th floor with outstanding colleagues before, you bastard!'
Yet even if he said that there would be no one who would believe him. It was the same, even for his disciple.
'Moreover, at this time, it would not be a good thing to tell this guy about my knowledge of the dungeon…'
Evan didn't know that in Yoma War 2, he broke through the dungeon to the 77th floor within a limited amount of time with the protagonist, including Bernard!
So Bernard decided to point out another part instead.
"Even if you get scattered and your other party members don't know your location, I don't think you'll be in danger."
"Even my Grandpa has such an illusion. I'm just a little stronger than ordinary kids. The only monster I have ever killed is a slime, so how can I be so strong? I just learned fighting skills for the sake of self-defence."
"Huh, self-defence, eh…"
Evan pretending to be weak was something many were familiar with by now, but this was still difficult to digest.
There was no need to have a battle with the Knight Commander yesterday. He once had a drink with Iron Wall Knights' head Knight Mikhail D. Aerok a few months ago, and they had talked about Evan's astonishing talent.
'He is a person who was born to see the peak of fighting arts. Because he has such a transcendental talent, his current level is not even noticeable. It's not like someone like us can dare judge the standards of geniuses.'
Mikhail said that even though he had entered the dungeon and broken through the levels, he had even received a high-ranking martial art from the gods.
It was a sign that he was gifted with excellent martial arts. Even Bernard, who had lived for a long time, never had seen someone who had mastered such high-ranking martial arts.
But when he taught it to Evan, Mikhail had been engulfed in more shock than when he had gained the martial arts themselves.
'It was in an instant that the kid learned the essence of the arts and sublimated them in his way. If it wasn't for God's blessing, he was someone I could never beat! After seeing him, I was convinced of his talent. And at the same time, I realized the fact that the mission God had given me was to make Evan the best martial artist in the world…!'
His speed of acquiring and growing abilities was too fast, so now, the Knight Commander seemed satisfied after telling Evan that he was in a position to learn Cheonjung, but Bernard had not yet forgotten how he was drinking with a bitter expression in the past.
Moreover, no one could doubt Evan's ability to face the Knight Commander in front of everyone at the party hall last night, but…
"The Knight Commander can never be beaten by me as my ability is insufficient. At first, he made other knights pretend to be weak, and then he pretended to be weak. He performed very well. Did you see that yesterday, grandfather?"
"What about that Prince? Was that also a play?"
"Of course, it was a play. It's not just that. The Knight Commander knows a very simple technique called Cheonjung. He teaches me so simply every time, I admire him very much."
However, Evan, the genius of the fighting arts, was talking like this! Bernard touched his forehead. He didn't know why Evan underestimated himself so much.
There was nothing he could do.
As long as Bernard could understand the word extra, it would have been easy for him to understand.
"That's what he used yesterday as it's a very simple technique…"
"Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to learn it so easily as I have no talent. I'm trash. Anyway, the only thing I can do is this."
The combat hero at the party venue last night. The self-proclaimed trash, Evan, who shocked everyone with his skills, showed a proud expression as he lined up a bunch of bombs for emergency attacks on the table.
"It's just this alchemy. If I think about it, alchemy seems to have reached a high point. After all, in truth, the skills, knowledge and alchemy that can be advanced preparation are the best!"
"Yes, I don't know martial arts, but alchemy is still easier."
"Chi, that's what Grandpa always says."
Evan arranged the bombs by type, pouting at Bernard's remarks.
There was a fragmentary grenade that attacked monsters in all directions at the moment of explosion because it had hundreds of iron beads and a freezing bomb that froze things in all directions by releasing semi-liquid cold gas when exposed to the air.
In addition, there were various bombs filled with flares, flame bombs, tear bombs, etc. All of them were premium products produced by Evan.
"They are dangerous. If you have a colleague nearby, don't use them carelessly."
"That I know. Anyway, I'll only use them when no one is around me."
Evan checked the bombs' safety devices as he did daily, sorted them again, and put them in the inventory pocket.
If he used this, he could put his hand in his pocket and bring out whatever he wanted right away by thinking of it. This was a really good item.
"Other items for emergencies… Magic rope, Siege tent, Bait doll, perfect Monster, Mirage powder… Okay, everything is in good condition."
"You're going to attack the 5th floor of the dungeon, but there's no one other than you who has such high-quality items."
"They're already made, so I have to use them. And lastly… yes, even the Battle Bead."
"You made it, that's good."
An alchemist was a support position who did not go forward and assisted the party from behind.
He always said that these were made to break through the various difficulties with various consumable items, but he couldn't just be using them in all situations.
That was why most alchemists carried simple weapons to protect their bodies and assist the party.
Starting with a slingshot, technology had progressed, the weapons that require more sophisticated and specialized skills had been made, even leading to self-manufactured sniper rifles that were not inferior to those in modern times. Of course, Evan wore gloves that negated weapon performance, so it didn't make sense to carry them.
'Moreover, the gun also needs an aptitude.'
Bernard had an aptitude for guns? However, after Evan made his slingshot, he had no choice but to shake his head. It was better to just use his effort in the field he was good at.
Yes. With that in mind, Evan decided to learn the throwing technique using his strength.
'ThrowingThrowing' was a technique that can be used without any power even with bare hands, and it had the overwhelming versatility that it can be used immediately even in an urgent situation as you are only throwing it with your hand. Thanks to the bare-handed nature of the technique, it is not affected by the gloves Evan wore. Above all, it was relatively safe!'
And this was where the concept of Battle Bead emerged. Originally, alchemists developed a variety of guns from slingshots to sniper rifles and naturally developed bullets, and the battle bead was the bullet used in slingshots.
The material, power, and options of Battle Bead varied depending on what it was made of. It could be made from simple stones that appeared in the early game or by processing high-quality gems that appeared in the last half of the game.
The possibilities were endless!
Also, the power of the Battle Bead depended on the strength and the alchemic ability of the creator. It was said that it was not difficult to measure the alchemist's combat power and level just by looking at the battle bead made by that alchemist.
'And this Battle Bead… You can still see the proper effect even if you just throw it with a throwing technique!'
That's why Evan made Battle Beads! Not to shoot with a slingshot but to use the crafted Battle Bead for ThrowingThrowing!
It was unheard of for an alchemist to throw the Battle Bead with his bare hands in this world, but he didn't care about the details.
"The more my throwing skills develop, the higher my level and the stronger my power, the more my alchemy grows, the more powerful monsters I hunt, the better materials I make and the better the battle bead, the stronger the power of the technology. What else can I do, Grandpa? My ability can be used perfectly like this. It's a combat technique that was made for me!"
"Do what you want to do, boy. I don't know about the contents of your brain…"
The alchemist simply sighed because he couldn't understand the disciple who wanted to go the hard way, although it was possible for him to quickly go to the 5th floor of the dungeon without even having to throw one Battle Bead.
Of course, to develop as an alchemist, it was not a bad idea to use the way Evan chose now…
"If it's time, throw out a bead with your hands. Okay?"
"Sure. I haven't even practised throwing properly yet, so in the beginning, fighting with martial arts would be better than ThrowingThrowing. But in a little while, this will change! When I go to the dungeon this time, I will also train my throwing skills properly!"
Evan had an inventory pocket with potions, bombs, and other consumables on the right. He then hung a mini pocket full of only the Battle Beads on the left, exhaling a sigh of satisfaction.
Afterwards, he hugged Bernard tightly.
"I'll be back."
"Let me go, boy. If I was worried about you, I would at least have had a little bit of tears, and I don't think a single tear will come out even if you bring onions before my eyes. That's how I feel right now."
"Grandpa is such a liar." Evan laughed at Bernard's joke.
It was not long after that he left the Brotherhood Pharmacy. Some people were waiting for him.
Father, mother, and older brother. In addition to the Marquis' wife, the second wife, and Elizabeth, there was also the Knights Commander of Ironwall Knights who had taught him and his members. Maybell, who was in tears falling into his arms, was a bonus.
There was also the king and two princes who had not yet left, Serena with Ruby and Lucy on her shoulders, looking at him with sparkling eyes.
The officers of the battle guild also gathered after hearing his declaration yesterday.
The skewers barbecue restaurant owner, who decided to offer a bunch of skewers, and even Serpina and the employees of the Brothers' Pharmacy were present.
Count Melto von Pellati was there with his son Crow and Arisha, who had already declared that she would be a reserve member of the Dungeon Knights, and had decided to remain with the Sherdens…
"Master, we are ready."
"I await your order."
"I will follow wherever you go, Master Evan."
And there, waiting to enter the dungeon with him, were Shine, Belois, and Raihan. Their appearance while waiting for him fully-armed looked very dignified.
"Good."
Evan was so dazzled looking at the dream team he had formed, that he narrowed his eyes for a while and then declared with a smile.
"Let us enter the dungeon."