The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

Some people say: An inch is long, and an inch is strong.

This was originally used to describe the advantages of guns and halberds.

However, the extension of this sentence to knife weapons also applies.

The premise is that the knife must be long enough and sharp enough.

When the Odachi flashed black light and passed the wooden man, this idea was firmly imprinted in my heart.

It was as sharp as Naotato.

Although, it is really heavy.

With this knife, I exerted all my strength, so its speed was faster than that of the naked eye.

Even when I waved it, I could only see the illusory shadow of the knife.

The knife stopped on the left side of my body, and the tip of the knife cut into the ground of the training ground, more than an inch deep.

If there is a big training ground, there is no wind and no sound.

I can feel that everyone's eyes are on this black knife of mine. Is that an expectation?

One second...

Two seconds...

Three seconds...

Everything stagnated for only three seconds, and a dozen wooden figures broke off and fell to the ground.

Even the positions where they fell to the ground are so consistent.

In the corner, Harold's eyes were surprised, not only at the force of this knife, but also at my skill with the knife.

Behind him, there was a sound of whispers and air-conditioning.

Turning my head, those who were looking at me and me, turned their faces away. At the moment they turned away, I read panic and awkwardness from their eyes.

Yes, panic and awkward.

The panic that a stranger suddenly broke out far beyond his own strength, and the feeling that this stranger was unobstructed and arrogant, after seeing the strength gap, the kind of gap in their hearts that caused them no matter it was Look at me or look at themselves, they are all so awkward.

Why bother?

I think it's funny.

If you put yourself in the same position as everyone at the beginning, there will be no such gap. I really don't think about it. Why do they like self-proclaimed masters so much?

Does being called a master will produce a sense of satisfaction in my heart?

How come I don’t have this kind of painful satisfaction?

I remember the first time I was called a master. It was in the game called Dungeon and Drop Warrior. After I used my own power to pk the opponent's team, a line of praise appeared on the screen: master!

This is my first experience of being called a master by others.

After seeing the word "Master", I didn't feel excited. Instead, I felt an unspeakable feeling. That feeling was called pressure.

What is a master?

A master is someone who is better than others, stronger than others, and better than others.

However, by your side, there will be many people with better talents and aptitudes than you. This is something you cannot predict and you cannot control.

Once these people grow up, they will directly threaten your status as a master.

So what would you do?

Suppress? Or continue to grow stronger? Become stronger?

What if they are progressing faster than you and trends?

What should I do then?

Therefore, simply becoming stronger is unreliable, and only suppression is left.

Once you start to suppress the potential newcomers around you, from this moment on, your heart is plunged into darkness, and your extremely full soul will be deeply plunged into the quagmire, and will never be able to extricate itself.

In this way, it will not only inhibit your future strength improvement, but also affect the height of your current strength.

So, choose not to suppress and work harder?

Perhaps until the end, you have not been able to surpass others, but you have paid a greater price for it: happiness, and freedom.

Because your eyes must always be on the person who is chasing you behind you, and you don’t even have a breath of relaxing air to breathe and enjoy, you can only drive tremblingly all your life, so you lose your happiness.

And because your eyes can only see those behind you who are chasing you, so you have no flaws in taking care of your relatives, loved ones, and even yourself. How can people who live in this environment talk about freedom?

Therefore, in my opinion, master is not a glorious title, but a heavy shackle.

However, how many people will notice these?

I sneered, slowly put the knife into the scabbard, turned my head, and said to Harold, who was still surprised, "What demon does this knife have?"

"This..." Harold looked embarrassed, a little embarrassed: "Just tell you the truth, I don't know."

I stared at Harold, startled slightly.

Harold lowered his head subconsciously, looked to the other side, and said in his mouth: "I'm telling you, I asked someone to study this knife. The masters didn't find out what it was like until the end. The material is not analyzed."

"Then why do you put it in the room with enchanted weapons?"

Harold sighed: "What it says is what I found from the ruins left by the master. After thinking about it, it is best to put it in a room with enchanted weapons."

Halo, co-authoring you to collect weapons and have impression points bonus?

I nodded: "This knife is very good. I like it very much. That's it. Thank you."

"You're welcome," Harold said: "How can you say that you did a great favor to me today, this thing should be done."

"Hey" I smiled: "If you have anything to do next time, please find me again."

Harold smiled politely: "Alright, please, maybe it will be smoother."

"Then shall we discuss it now, the next payment?" I rubbed my hands and smiled at the profiteer.

"No."

I left Harold's guild, said goodbye to Harold, and I walked towards home.

There are still many things to do, so let's not go to the dungeon to clean up monsters.

When passing by the cafe, Barbara was basking outside, with white skin and delicate face like a doll.

Seeing me, she jumped up from the recliner happily and said: "Xiaoyi, you are back, why is it so early today?"

I smiled and came to her, squeezed her small face, and said, "I've done something, and I will be back early."

Barbara tilted her head and stared at the big sword on my back with her big eyes. For a while, she said, "Xiaoyi, what are you doing with a flagpole?"

flagpole?

Three black lines were drawn on my forehead in an instant. How can I see it as a flagpole?

"This is a Taichi" I said helplessly: "It's just a bit longer than a normal Taichi."

Barbara's face was full of question marks, and then, her gaze kept turning on the straight sword beside me and the big sword on my back. She blinked her beautiful eyes, scratched her hair, and said, "It really looks like a flagpole. ~"

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