The three of them then finished climbing up the narrow mountain path and found the black gate to the fifty-fourth level, and after entering it, they decided to take a break in the transitioned mountain. Tsutomu deftly took out tools from his magic bag and began to prepare them.

　First, he unfolds a folded mat and lays it on the ground. The mat, which is made of slime, is comfortable to the touch and Tsutomu finds it useful because it makes him more tired than sitting on the hard ground. When Tsutomu tells Camille and Garum that they can rest, they take off their shoes and sit down on the mat.

　Garum took off the top of his silver armor and flapped his sweat-soaked black innerwear. Camille swayed her body as she sat gymnastically, enjoying the feel of the mat.

　Tsutomu stabbed a magic tool into the ground that could start a fire like a stove and secured it in place. He places the net on top and throws in a magic stone from underneath before twisting the pluck, and a small, flickering red fire appears.

　Place the hand-held pan on top of the net and warm the pot-au-feu inside while taking the deep dish and flatware out of the magic bag, and place a round pan with diced dried fruit embedded in the flatware.

　Even as he watches the cloudy white pot-au-feu with its ingredients warm up. Tsutomu spliced the colorless rubbish demon stone onto the stove and adjusted the heat. In the past, I used to pay at the inn to have various soups made for me, but now I'm sleeping in Garum's quarters, so this pot-au-feu is homemade by Tsutomu.


'..........Mm, I hear footsteps. Two, or maybe three?
Gee, Orcs?　You're out of luck.


　There are no monsters in the vicinity of the Black Gate, so it is safe to move on. However, in extremely rare cases, they would soon come into contact with monsters. Tsutomu hurriedly began trying to put out the fire of the most valuable magic stove and store it.


'No, they're probably explorers. I can hear them talking.''


　The dog ears on top of his head tipped forward and twitching, Garum stood up, putting on his armor and adjusting his equipment. Tsutomu rolled his eyes at Garum's words.


''You are a competitor? Are you approaching us?''
Yeah.
"Kuhk. There's going to be a battle. Maybe they think you're a monster.


　Tsutomu had seen other PTs in the dungeon a few times, but they didn't particularly interfere with each other. If they were involved, it was only at the eye level, but they never interfered deeply.

　Basically, explorers maintain non-interference even when they see other players in the dungeon. The black gates to renew the hierarchy can only be entered by the first PT who touches it, and once opened, the gates will disappear and be relocated to a different location.

　Therefore, it is not okay for both players to engage with other players in the dungeon, so non-interference is recommended. However, if you both know the characteristics of where the black gates appear and the direction of travel is the same, there can be a race to the black gates, as the first to go is the first to go.

　At lower levels, there will be blackmailing around a reduced number of PTs, theft of magical stones, and theft of monsters. There are times when they will track down a team and bring the black gate into the race, but once you get past the 30th level, the chances of being seen by God's eyes increase, so you won't see them do so.

　Then what is the purpose of approaching them? Tsutomu, whose first thought was to scrape the most disgusting monster of all of his assumptions, held his white cane at the ready and turned his gaze towards the direction of the sound of scraping through the bushes with caution.


''Oi. You're Garum, right?


　It was a human man who came out with a bare voice. A man with a stubble and armor similar to Garum's, carrying a bird-man woman on his back. Red blood was dripping from his silver armor as if it were running down the drain.

　The bird-man woman was following behind him as well, bright blue feathers spread across her arms. From her knees down, she has angular bird's feet, and her expression relaxes as she looks at Garum, brushing away the short blue hair that is caught in the grass. But she was blatantly surprised when she brought Tsutomu into view.

　Garum didn't necessarily know the man, but he responded with a frown and crossed his arms.


'Who are you?'
'I'm Misir, I'm the clan leader of the Silver Beast.


　Tsutomu had heard of the clan's name and had seen it several times as they attacked the canyon on a medium-sized monitor. It was a medium-sized clan where most of the clan members were made up of sub-humans. The impression that they were attacking the fifty levels with a PT of mainly bird people remained strong in Tsutomu's mind.

　Garum also knew the name of that clan or maybe Garum knew the name of that clan and lowered his crossed arms while letting down his guard.


''.......What do you want? You can usually guess it by looking at it.''
"The healer and the pack bearer are down and he's badly hurt. I'd like to retreat, but I don't think I can make it back to the first gate like this. I'll give away all the magic stones I've earned, so please help me.
Yeah. Wait a minute, I'll get permission from the PT leader. ..... If I could help, would you?


　Garum turned back to Tsutomu behind him as he received the request for help from the man named Misir with his brown head bowed. Camille nodded as if she had left Tsutomu to his own devices and sat down on the mat.

　But Misir had a bitter look on his face as he lowered his head. The lucky guy (lucky boy) kicking Amy in the leg and forcing her to listen to his orders. He came out quickly, happy to hear that he had found his fellow bird-man, Garum, but the fact that Garum's PT leader was a lucky guy had slipped his mind completely.

　There was no way that compassionate Garum would allow such insolence, even if the person being kicked in the leg was Amy, with whom he was not on good terms. Perhaps Garum also has a weakness, Misir guessed. That would also explain Garum's support for the lucky ones.

　Then the only person who can stop him is the guild leader, but she too is sitting on the mat with a bare face. Speculation, bordering on conspiracy theory, flashed through Misir's mind, wondering if the Lucky One had information that would make even the Guild Chief obey him.

　What would the lucky ones demand? Probably a womanizer, judging by Amy's case. If he asked her to give him the girl next door, he would go back to death and make her regret making such a demand, Misir decided with a lowered face.

　Tsutomu was unaware of such thoughts of Misir, and after showing a little pretense of thinking, he agreed to the request for help.


'For now, let's treat the person on its back, shall we? If they die, it will be hard on my mental strength.
...I'm in your debt.


　Wraiths that could revive those within three minutes of death had a much higher mental power consumption. The bird-man woman with the red feathers lowered from her back, her leather armor was dyed bright red and her internal organs were visible, as if her side had been devoured by a beastly monster.

　Tsutomu thought he was used to seeing such scenes on the monitor, but it was still different when he saw them in the flesh. Tsutomu called out to Misir while suppressing a sour feeling.


''Is this the only place you're hurt?''
And his leg is broken. Just a broken leg.


　Tsutomu, who saw the yellow bird's foot that had been broken off right beside him, held up his white cane, thinking that he couldn't imagine fixing the bird's foot.


I understand. Can I ask you to roll up the belly portion of the leather armor?　And please put the broken leg back to normal.


　The blue bird person who was peering in from above at Tsutomu's suggestion fumbled and rolled up her leather armor and returned her broken bird's feet to normal. A small voice of anguish leaked out from her trembling body. After grasping the full extent of the injury, Tsutomu unleashes a recovery skill towards it.


''Medic. High Heels.''


　After applying the medic that heals the condition anomaly first, he closed the wound with his high heels. Tsutomu was relieved to see that the broken bird's leg was also healed by the high heels. It's a very good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for when you're in the market. It's a good thing that you're able to get the best out of it.


''Huh?　It's not a guild.
This man helped me.
'Oh, I see. Well, thank you for that ... thank you.


　He gave a wry smile back at the red bird man, whose expression hardened at the sight of Tsutomu's face. He had the feeling that the other two were also wary of showing the injured man, positioning themselves between Tsutomu when he showed them.


'We're going to take a break for lunch now, have you finished?　If you haven't done so, please join us. We have plenty of food to spare.


　Camille waved at them as she was heating up a pot-au-feu by splicing some magic stones onto the magic stove. The three of them looked at each other and then bowed their heads and asked to sit together for lunch.

　The pot-au-feu eaten in the forest with a slightly chilly breeze passing through it, while having a simple taste, warmed them to the core. Misir, who usually eats his normal dungeon meals with dried bread and dried meat, quickly finished his pot-au-feu.


''This is delicious. It's good to have warm food.
Thank you. You want another one?
I'm sorry. Can you do that for me?
No, no, it makes us happy to see you eating so well. Our PT members eat in silence.


　When Tsutomu said that while handing the deep dish with pot-au-feu to Misil, Garum, who shook his shoulder with a twitch, gently placed the deep dish with pot-au-feu on the mat.


''........Tsutomu, it's delicious.
So he's a bigamist.
Tsutomu. Can I get another one?


　Tsutomu received Camille's deep dish while pouting to Garum, who muttered to himself. Next, the two bird people also refrained from refilling the plate, while the two bird people also refrained from refusing to refrain from refilling the plate, while they took two bites of the round bread with embedded dried fruit and devoured it.

　Misir looked at the three men chatting amicably and wondered if the two of them were really being kept in the dark by the lucky ones. However, he thought it would be a bad idea to ask in this situation what he had entered, so he swallowed that question for now.

　I'm sure you'll be able to find a good deal more information on this topic.


I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to get to Misir-san's black gate location. Where is the place?
Down the mountain. We're not far. You can leave the fighting to us, in general. I'm just saying, if there's too many of them, I'm sorry to say, but we'll need backup.


　There was no way they could get a linkage or anything like that at first sight. Tsutomu, who thought it would be better to fight separately, agreed with a smile.


''I agree. I'll support myself when I have time. Basically, I'll just apply protection, so I don't think you don't need to be conscious of it.
Yeah, please.


　And so the three mid-level clans, the three Silver Beasts and the three PTs led by Tsutomu began to descend the mountain. And the smell of blood was soon followed by the appearance of monsters. Five orcs, each with a weapon. The two bird people jumped to the trees that stood around them as Misir picked up the kukuri sword that was hanging from his waist.

　Tsutomu then flew his protection to the three from behind. With the ochre chi against his back, Misir almost turned around for a moment and focused on the orc in front of him.

　It was over two meters tall and strong. If an ordinary person were to take that punch to the face, an orc with enough power to cause the skull to cave in, but an explorer with a high VIT (sturdiness) would only be able to get away with a bruise. Misir slashed at the orc with the club. The orc tries to catch it with the club.


''Blaze Oslei.


　The kukri sword blurs along with the name of the skill. At that moment, the kukri sword slices through the wooden cudgel with ease, and Mishiru strikes the empty orc's heart with one strike. He twists the kukuritai to widen the wound so that air can enter it, and then breaks away.


'Feather Dance.'


　The bird-man, who was waiting with a clawed grip on a tree branch tree, waved his feathered arms from above, and a large amount of dart-like feathers landed on the orc. Misir runs up to the orc, who is covering his face with his arms to avoid being blinded by it, while dangling his kukuri sword.

　As they passed each other, he tore the tendons of both legs. As the kukuritai passes by the neck of the kneeling orc, blue blood stains the grass on the ground in its wake. Tsutomu's eyes widened at the flowing movement.

　The kukuritai nonchalantly sliced through the leg and cut the neck that had come down. The five orcs turned into magical stones as Misir processed the orcs as if they were fish.


''Red Bear (Red Grizzly) 2 in the east, Earth Boar (Uribore) 1 from the north, at this rate the Grass Wolf (Verdant Wolf) might come too.''


　Many of the omnivorous monsters are approaching, as if they have been caught in the blood. Tsutomu gives the monster's location information while being careful of the grass wolf's mimicry. Nodding, Misir exhales deeply before heading towards the earth boar. The red bear is being held back by two bird people flying around and using their key claws to keep them in check.

　The earth boar fired the two earth-colored tusks next to his nose at Misir like a missile. Avoiding the left tusk and knocking the other tusk off to the ground, Misir approaches the earth boar, whose tusks are beginning to grow.

　The earth boar's tusks require vigilance at close range as well as at long range, so you want to kill it before it grows back. Misir holds his kukuritai at an angle.


''Double attack.''


　A double attack that instantly performs a two-hit attack that even the light warrior type jobs learn early on. When he unleashed that skill that Misir is most familiar with, both of the earth boar's cheeks were shaved off with a single swing. The earth boar is frightened by the two slashes that were delivered almost simultaneously.

　A moment after Misir was about to smash his skull to stop him, a green shadow jumps from his side. It's a grass wolf (verdant wolf).

　Misir is rolled onto his back. The grass wolf's fangs easily penetrate the back of his hand, which was protected by a hard leather glove, and the kukri sword in his hand falls to the ground. The grass wolf shakes its head from side to side with its bite, as if pleased that it had killed its prey.

　Without screaming, Misir forces his hand into the back of the grass wolf's mouth. It's a good idea to have the hand that was torn to shreds up to the throat. Then, as the wolf gasped, he struck the wolf in the temple with his left fist.

　The wolf falls with a cry. And Misir rolled and avoided the fangs that the boar flew at him, which had finished growing fangs. The fangs pierce the ground as they cut through the grass.

　The dominant hand was crushed. Misir glances at the crushed right hand. Then he dexterously leaps up the kukuri sword on the ground with his foot and holds it in his left hand. Just as he approached the grass wolf, who hadn't yet stood up after being shaken by his brain, a green qi flew into Misil's right hand.

　The pain in his right hand eased more and more and Misir was surprised and almost stopped moving, but he pierced the grass wolf's head with the kukuri sword in his left hand. A splash of light danced up with a moan.

　Replacing the kukuri sword with his right hand, which is completely healed, Misir goes to finish off the earth boar. It seems that the grass wolf had gone to the red bear as well, but Garum and Camille have gone to cover him. It won't be a problem, and Misir concentrates on the enemy in front of him.

　Right after the earth boar's fangs finish growing, Mishiru slashes his paw with a double attack. The earth boar kneels on its front legs on the ground. And while Misir leaps over the earth boar, he also inserted a kukuri sword into the top of his torso. It accurately hooks the heart, lifts it up and slices it open. The earth boar then launched a lunge at Misiru, but it quickly ran out of power and transformed into a small demon stone.

　After confirming that the red bear was also defeated, Misir looked once at his right hand and then turned his attention to Tsutomu, who was holding his white staff.


(Did he skip the heel...?　(And you probably skipped the protector, right?)


　There was a risk that the monster would recover and strengthen itself when it misfired, but Misir felt Tsutomu's flying support and recovery skills were useful. In fact, Misir felt saved by having his dominant arm restored.


(I wouldn't be able to see if the monster hit me with a heel, but if there's no misfiring, then it's practical. ........but who's doing it, right?　(I'm sure someone else has tried it...)


　The clan is called Silver Beast, which was originally set up to raise orphaned sub-humans so that they could become independent. The leader of the clan, Misir, is a man who looks sloppy but does his job well. He spends most of his days off not as much as Tsutomu, but he also uses live feeds of dungeons and newspapers to get the latest information. Even he had never seen Tsutomu's flying support and recovery skills.

　Even a slightly famous mid-sized clan that incorporated two white mages into their PTs didn't skip any skills. While twisting his head at that, Misir stopped to think about it.


(At any rate, I'll let them do a few things when I get back.)


　While thinking of the faces of the white mages who would be waiting for him in the guild in their flaxen clothes, Misir returned to the place where the five of them were gathered while collecting the magic stone.