My 【Repair】Skill Became an Almighty Cheat Skill, So I Thought I'd Open Up a Weapon Shop

The next day, the Brave Party boarded through the back road taught by the elders of Dwarf to the Castle of the Demon King where the Dark Elf's Demon King lived.

"It's still quiet now, but if we go a little further, we'll be in battle. Keep your head down."

After skipping the leaderlike instructions, Falcon whispered and grumbled at the crap.

"If you defeat the Demon King, the money and the woman will do as you wish. I can't stand it."

... strength is on a sufficient level as a brave man, but there are a lot of problems with personality.

That was the appreciation of many people for Falcon.

"All right, let's go!

Falcon's signal led to a battle with the demon king's soldiers.

Soldiers were all dark elves, and in addition they engaged with golems similar to those that were in the labyrinth.

It was a one-sided battle at first, but more and more fierce battles emerged with soldiers dressed in powerful weapons to see from the way, as well as golems coated with strange metals.

"Damn, Dwarf's grandfather! The soldiers are gathered in the mines, so I thought they were barely in the castle!

Even with unexpected resistance, the march of the brave will not stop.

The sword of the brave man, forged by the masterpiece, also spilled several times, and each time it continued to be repaired with the [repair] skills of the brave man.

- I had a little anxiety behind Noir's brain.

Luke in the White Wolf Forest was always adding material when doing [restoration].

I thought you said if you didn't do this, your weapon would drop in strength.

The brave man repeats [repair] without doing that, but does it not cause problems?

"That's the Throne Room! Be prepared, demon king!

One brave dark elf and several warriors were waiting for a brave party ahead of them when they broke through the door and stormed.

"I don't know. The rest is Gandalf, the Demon King. I didn't expect to break that number again. We have to change our perception."

"Don't make me laugh! Die now!"

"Innocent. If that's what you're going to do, there's no way."

Falcon advancing.

Demon King Gandalf flamethrows released as interceptions.

Noir's attack magic that shoots it down.

The Dark Elf warrior and Falcon are hitting each other with a sword.

"Become...!

- The sword of the brave broke in two.

The Brave Party wasn't the only one who was surprised by this.

The Dark Elves were also peeling their eyes at the unexpected incident.

"Damn!

Falcon even pulled out a spare short sword to continue the fight, but the disadvantage of losing his main arm was enormous.

From there, the war situation ahead deteriorated as it rolled down the hill, with unilateral ravages.

Blanc and Noir instantly ran out of magic, and Falcon and Julia, capable of white soldier warfare, continued to be slashed and defeated until the moment they lost their mind--

- The death fight was over, and Noir was lying on the floor pretending to have lost his mind.

Blanc passed out early due to an excessive release of magic, and Julia fell and lay down bloody.

The brave men were also driven to full creation, and Gandalf, the demon king, caught his neck, and lifted him up high, and suffered.

"Whew... Ha ha...!... Damn...! That was a trap from the start... you fucking Dwarf, you framed us...!

"Let's just say it wasn't a 'first' trap. The rest only reminded them that they were loyal subjects and showed their loyalty"

No, it's a far-fetched expression, but I could understand what Noir was trying to say.

In short, the rescue request itself was real, but it was detected by the Demon King before we arrived.

The Dwarves were acting to lure a line of brave men into the Castle of the Demon King in exchange for absolution from sin.

Again, Falcon shouldn't have been greedy.

This must not have happened if I had been thorough in my 'reconnaissance' as I should have been instructed.

Misconceived priorities in important phases have led to this devastating outcome.

But I can't solve it.

"Guuuuuuu...!

Demon King Gandalf slammed the brave man on the floor unconstitutionally, picking up the sword of the brave man who had become two.

"This sword should have easily slashed and torn even the sharpest golem. That's why it broke as soon as I had a meeting with Austri."

"Your Majesty, let me analyze it."

"I'll take care of it, Norzuri"

As the Dark Elf warrior grabbed the sword and activated his skills, the cause of the broken sword was quickly found.

"Okay. This sword, it seems, was damaged more than once in battle with the soldiers. We seem to have worked with low-level [repair] skills each time, but we must have reached the limit when we met with Austri."

The moment I heard that, Falcon raised his bloody face.

"Don't be ridiculous! You said you lost because my level was low!? Oh, my God! You're saying that if 'he' had been there, he wouldn't have lost! I can't believe it!

"It's a rumor. Take him."

Intangibly, the brave man was dragged like a thing and taken out of the throne room.

"He" the brave man was screaming would mean Luke in the White Wolf Forest.

He was a third-rate E-rank adventurer who could only use one skill, but surpassed the brave only in that skill.

If I hadn't left him, would I have kept my weapon in full condition and been able to defeat the Demon King?

Or would it have been defeated sooner because of the great downside of taking non-combatants?

Noir didn't get it.

I could no longer even afford to work my chilling thoughts.

"Well, you have to give these guys a warning, too. Will you use that for a while?"

When Gandalf the Demon King cast a spell as he whispered, something like a brown mist surrounded him and a severe pain ran on Noir's back.

"Ah, ghoul!

"Hmm? Were you conscious yet? If you don't want to taste the pain, I'll make you feel better. That curse is not something that can be broken from man to man."

The three men, except the brave ones, were then locked up in a large underground prison.

Nothing more was done than to be trapped, food and freedom to move the body, but that was enough to make me feel painful.

Because of the curse engraved on his back, the magic only recovered to about one-hundredth of the maximum time, with no prospect of escape at all.

- Noir at this time considered the effect of the curse to be only an inhibition of magic recovery.

It was long after I realized it had been sealed with my mouth.

A while later Julia was taken out of prison.

Julia was making a scene to tell us where the brave men were, but she was never heard.

And Julia never came back.

By the time I was getting used to the claustrophobic life of just the two sisters, Blanc was now taken out of prison.

Blanc cried and resisted, but there was nothing Noir could do.

And Bran never came back either.

Eventually, when his heart was about to break in solitude, Noir was finally taken out of prison.

Noir was taken to the ground floor without resistance.

- At that time, a tremendous shock rocked Demon King Castle.

The castle was in havoc, and the soldiers who were taking the noir left their positions in a great panic.

Reflectively, Noir was poking that gap and trying to escape.

Escaping the castle in confusion and lurking in the town of Dwarf had no choice but to whip his weak legs and escape to the wilderness of the underground space, as soldiers were soon deployed throughout the city.

The chaser didn't come after that for some reason.

Without anyone chasing him, Noir went for a door leading to the labyrinth on one level, desperately hiding himself from the dragon.

"... Shh..."

When the door was seen far away, Noir understood why the chaser had not come, and despaired.

Soldiers were placed around the door and a simple base was built.

There was no shadow or form when that thing came here.

- Oh, easy reason.

If you seal the only door that leads to the ground, you don't have to bother letting the chaser loose to find you.

Can you wander through the wilderness and drool to death, feed on dragons, or be captured in an attempt to forcibly break through?

In any case, the end of the noir was as determined.

"Help... help... someone, someone, someone..."

Repeating like a rumor, Noir turned back to the wilderness where the dragons flew.

In the magic of the squeeze cuss alike, there was also a limit to maintaining the magic of hiding.

Even if we just got the wind of the dragon's wings, the magic contained in it would blow away the thin magic.

"... that, is..."

On the verge of finally losing his sanity, Noir noticed an anomaly that was happening in a corner of the underground space.

A huge door I saw on the way.

That opened up for some reason, and a huge hole was pounding in my mouth.

I don't know why the door was open. I don't even know where the hole leads.

But I had an instinct that there was no other way to do this.

Noir squeezed the force left on his thin body and desperately climbed the steep slope that was beyond the door.

I climbed and climbed with selflessness and continued to climb.

Eventually the slope ended, he went out to a flat spot and saw the light at the end of the cave.

on the ground -! Noir rushed out to the light believing so without foundation.

- Without even thinking about it being a cliff ahead.

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My whole body hurt.

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Soon, I understood it had fallen off a cliff.

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It hurt so bad that my broken leg was about to throw up.

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I understood that I would die here.

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"Are you all right! Bad, Garnett! Wait here for me!

"Whoa! Come on!

I almost gave up everything. That's when I saw signs of someone rushing over.

When I squeezed the power I had left in my body and gave her my face, there I was, thinking we'd never meet again, you know...