FFF-Class Trashero - Chapter 141

I'm not your father.

My junk was naked and unarmed, but one van atmosphere overwhelmed me.

The parties stared at me as if I wasn't worthy of being watched. Except for Spirit C.

Later Spirit C will give special treatment · · ·.

“What the hell?! These monsters? ”

Luke, who saw the power of my junk, burst a mild malignancy with the face of a feeling of vomiting blood from the soul.

“Haven't I been playing for seven years? ” Tr ansla t e d by Ｊp mt l.ｃoｍ

Wouldn't that be enough for a Triple-S warrior after 33 years of fantasy warfare?

Somehow the tear glands are getting louder.

Summoned to the thick, naked body, I give up on the grumpy stuff and start peeping at Luke.

From Spirit A to Spirit D.

“This is a common warrior. ”

“The generation is weak these days. ”

T r ans l at e d b y jp mt l.co m “Does that mean you're that great? ”

“Hehe! Dust in front of him. ”

Occupations other than warriors should not be able to see other people's abilities, but these were exceptions.

It's because the tribe is the Old.

Type: Race

Name: Old Spirit

Grade: Ancient

⁄ Ancient 1: Obtain a job once. (0/1)

⁄ Ancient 2: Evade once. (0/1)

― Ancient 3: Evade the Seal once (1/1)

― Ancient 4: Evade death once (0/1)

⁄ Ancient 5: Swap factions once (1/1)

⁄ Characteristic 1: Easily detect traps.

⁄ Characteristic 2: Easily detect betrayal.

⁄ Characteristic 3: Easily detects abilities.

Tra nsl a te d b y jp mtl.ｃ oｍ Race 1: Has good affinity.

Race 2: Specializes in one attribute.

A very special species trait.

Consumability, not persistence.

It may be better to have a good effect so that you don't die or get hurt in the first place, but it is not known as human work.

No matter how strong you are, you will die. Whether it's a mistake or a mistake, we lose everything when we die.

But it stops him three times.

Even if we use it up, we have a chance to change factions!

The reason a stat can be seen is because it seems to be an effect of 'characteristic 3’.

“The warrior! The warrior is here! ”

“Come on! Summon the demons! ”

“Call for reinforcements! ”

There are those who interfere with our conversation.

“Spirit C. Wrap it up. ”

“Yes, my lord. ”

She was a companion and wife of a fairy warrior, and when she died, she was reborn as a warrior golem. Tran slat e d b y jp mtl .ｃoｍ

Spirit C raises his right arm, which was covering his chest.

And I sang a song.

“Praise the new life given to you by your master!" "I will rejoice in the flesh flowing with hot blood!"

The pure energy produced around Spirit C spreads like a wave, drawing a concentric circle.

“Ahhhh?! ”

“Grow up?! ”

“Gaaahhh?! ”

Mild Magi below grade E was naturally cleansed, but the stronger Magi was, the more agonizing she suffered.

And the weak devil perished in agony, not even knowing it.

Extremely extensive purification.

It doesn't matter if the devil's birth rate rises or not.

Horseman, Anti Horseman ZZ, Purified ZZ, Holy Z.

This is because Spirit C, who has the work and skills of a demon, is slaughtered when he sings.

“How could this · · · · ·. ”

Sanctuary C, whom Luke hired on the North Continent, gives an embarrassing look. Tran s l a ted by jpｍ tl .ｃ o m

Even at the first time, she was more sensual than a mermaid called a male hunter.

Her luscious hair like honey water, her breasts that were struggling with clothes, were so luscious that I wanted to listen to her instead.

Cat-like eyes were unyielding, and the hips and buttocks showing beneath the chopped ant waist betrayed morality and conscience.

It is also natural for a slightly oblique posture while twisting the waist. Unlike someone pretending to be cute.

What do you mean, a sexy saint is sexist?

She really is a rebellious saint.

“Ah! I forgot about the saint. ”

I've done enough reconciliation with the miscellaneous. So it's time to mark the spot with a saint called the companion of a warrior.

I called out her name for over 20 years.

“Suddenly.”

Flutter!

Three pairs of wings spread wide and Sanctuary H was summoned.

A warrior festival prepared by members of the staff. There was no such thing as visuals and performances that would follow her on the continent of Fantasy.

Saint C is also quite attractive.

Some may find her more beautiful.

However, if you ask 100 people who are mixed up in old age and old age, about 70 people will say that Holy H is better than Holy Girl C.

Holy Girl H is a standardized beauty. An off-white aimed at averages that are not lacking or excessive.

She had growth, too.

Race: Dragonic Angel

⁄ Level: 999 +

Job: Holy Girl (Faith Revival )

⁄ Skill: Faith Z Divine Z Training Z Infinite Z Communion MAX · · ·

Status: Shin Dragon, Joy

That's so different from what I used to know.

I have specially grown the Divine Spirit H for hunting demons. But the changed tribe, too, became a completely new trainer.

But he was no ordinary trainer.

What is the status of the ‘New Dragon’?

“See you in seven years, my lord. ”

Saint H, who landed on the ground with her wings folded in, politely greeted.

“Hm. What's a new dragon? ”

“Ah! I've grown diligently at your behest. I hope you like it. Come out.”

Saint H whispered.

Then the space in the sky distorted and a green creature was summoned. He was bigger than a fancy flying lizard the size of a civilian aircraft.

He bursts into a roar with his jaws wide open.

“Greeeeee · · ·! ”

I had a mild atmosphere because my mouth was dull. The horn on my head was not as sharp as an awl, but swollen.

Overall, I disliked it.

My ideal form of dragon is the Mangrove King Brainvius. Don't you feel bad just looking up at that dark-colored orb?

But this green mass, what the hell.

I looked up at it and muttered.

“That dragon is probably · · · ·. What are you doing?”

However, I do not intend to underestimate the efforts of Lady H. No matter how hard the breeder tries, he cannot control his natural appearance.

Saint H proudly replied.

“Yes, I am. ”

“Phew · · ·. ”

A seven-year-old dragon cub born premature by breaking an egg?

Wuyang was big enough to cry.

Stats were even weirder.

Race: Saint Dragon

⁄ Level: 999 +

Job: Hero (EXP 200%)

Skill: Holy Z Talent Z Anma Z Communion MAX · ·

Status: Blindness, Anxiety

A skill composition that seems to concentrate talent into concentrate. I couldn't understand why unnecessary technology like 'Massachusetts’ entered the realm of transcendence in there, but it must have been amazing.

“How did you raise it · · ·? ”

Wasn't it extinct after the 9th round?

“I anticipated it and made a blood contract in advance. I am an intact being that has not been divided. They listed it as a festival private property, taking it out of the picture of the world of fantasia. ”

“Skill Festival · · ·. ”

I thought it was a useless skill, but it was for this purpose.

It was then.

Fluffy!

After I summoned the junk, Luke started to deteriorate, looking at the crumbs and the shreds, completely stunned and sitting on the ground.

“Ha, haha · · ·. What have I been doing for seven years? ”

“You did good. ”

It's not an empty word.

I would have had seven years of moderate play and diligent adventure.

High school students usually play a lot and when the exam is imminent, they copy the textbook of the best student and thunder it.

The warrior Luke did nothing wrong.

The comparison target is just wrong.

Luke's career in fantasia is only 11 years old.

Four years until he was summoned without even knowing it, defeating the Demon King and graduating. Seven years for this test again.

Together, it's 11 years.

Whereas me?

33 years.

Three times as much time as Luke.

No wonder I'm three times stronger than Luke.

▶ Correction: Strong Student. You must have said 30,000 wrong.

Let's skip the trivial numbers, young lady!

“Strong! Who the hell are those guys?! They're not coming out of the stash house! Western continent where warriors are reluctant? A continent with many uncharted lands? A continent full of mysteries? No way! It's not the Central and North continents you thought were perfectly stitched up, is it?! ”

Luke starts rambling.

I thought about it for a second and decided to tell you a little bit. I got a lot of information thanks to his stash house.

This is your reward.

“Don't you find your stats odd? ”

“Why are your stats? ”

“Why they were given to us. ”

“I don't teach you how to save my colleagues, and I don't give a damn. We are chosen by God. Do you think it's weird that a pretty girl scouts out on the street and becomes a superstar? ”

“... I see. ”

I had a different mindset in the first place.

Luke thinks he was chosen by the Fantasy God because he was special from birth.

That's why I think it's natural to go from being a fantasy world to having abilities that ordinary people on Earth don't have.

Is this called a civil affair?

Or maybe it's just two bottles.

“Hmph! I don't want you to teach me! For the seven years you were missing, I challenged the Demon King. It took me four years to fail once and gather my colleagues again. In three years' time, I'll be greater than you are now! ”

“Maybe so. ”

I did not deny it.

It's childish and tired, and if Luke rolls on the Fantasy continent in the next 20 years, maybe he'll be bigger than me.

▶ Admiration: Strong Student is humble.

Teacher girl, I'm serious.

Strong water was an indispensable citizen of Earth culture.

I heard that my parents served as honorary chairman of the local tennis club for a year, and my ancestors were ordinary rural farmers.

My school's performance is average.

Motor neurons on average.

His face resembles his father.

That is, an ordinary human being everywhere.

If Fantasy hadn't summoned a sociopath and kidnapped a good human being like me, he would have expelled many graduates with much better grades.

I'm not great.

If she had a fantasy stat, she would have leveled the universe with a tennis racket.

That pathetic first warrior ruled the galaxy.

▶ Spooky: You are a great mother!

Of course! You're amazing!

I really want to introduce you to the teacher later.

▶ Embarrassment: Like that · · · ·?! Yet we get so close, we get to know each other a little over a thousand years. Poetry, it's not a no! I dream of a great teacher, strong student is still a student · · ·. Ugh.

between us talking.

Luke walks away with his colleagues unexpectedly.

He tried to challenge the Demon King again, but when he saw my junk and the saint, he burned up the competition.

By the way,

“You've grown a lot. ”

If you look from afar, it will be like a mountain covered in green water.

Compared to the size of the beloved Manslaughter King Neubius, his claws are quite large for seven years.

“My Lord, don't you like something? ”

“... It bothers me that you're staring down at me. ”

I didn't like her gentle-looking face, but I couldn't tell her about it straight away.

She nods.

“Oh! I'm sorry. What are you doing?”

Greee!

Flash!

The green bladed lizard shrinks in size. Increasing · · ·.

“Huh · · ·! ”

I blew a sigh.

It's because he's turned into a little boy with green hair. A slim jawline and a large gaze made a cute and gentle impression.

A green robe with plenty of sleeves.

Cocksucker.

I felt ashamed of Mother H's hand and said in a tone of silence.

“I'm here to see my father. ”

What is this new shit?

“I'm not your father. ”

I don't remember having a son like you?

To acknowledge my son, even demons and angels have to be like the devil or the devil.

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