Benedict was no fool. There was no way that he could take on a hundred devils even with the boost from his [Final Stand] ability.
At most, he could wipe them out before thoese from the other compartments come over and he would meet his demise. There was so much he still had to do. He was still a virgin at many things. Not once has he even kissed a person aside from his sister when they were young.
"Hahaa you foolish devils!" Benedict taunted.
It was out of his character. He had no idea why. Perhaps he was the same as a cornered animal.
From his inventory, there was nothing much other than foodstuff and school notes and textbooks. Perhaps the little bit of iron nails(homemade) he had left from the past could be of some assitance at all?
If he was fast could he finish studying how to draw an excorcism magic circle from the magic book he bought for his sister on her birthday?
After all, his sister apppeared to be talented in ways that require her to use the head.
He could almost picture her suppressing the entire legion of devils casting tornados and meteors.
In the end, Benedict could only shoot out flames and turn invisible.
He caught off another one or two devils who seemed to be confused and isolated from the group, as he ran for his life around the place.
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Dominic was busy trying to recall the name of the person he was supposed to rescue.
"It was issa...issac? A girl name issac?" Dominic tried his best. (For thoese who had forgotten its issabell)
In the end, he decided that she was someone with issac + something in her name.
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The group was currently seated upon a carraige, rocking uncomfortably on the non-smooth path, as Dominic had laid himself comfortable in a matress that he pulled out from his inventory.
"You sure seem to be prepared wth everything..." Kitzuma commented, as he looked at Dominic happily lying down on his matress.
The others were squatted down in the corner of the shaky carraige, trying their best not to get carsick.
A certain archpriest was leading the way with a certain fire mage holding onto a compass. Naturally, the archpriest was the ones controlling the horses.
"We should have bought a better cariage..." the crusader lamented their own folly of picking the cheapest one available. After all, they didn't realise that Dominic was paying for it.
"For some reason, it appears that the dungeon had already been found quite long ago, so we didn't get paid" the guild member sighed in regret.
Actually, the city was built to facilate adventurers attempting the Solomon dungeon. In which only the best were allowed to go.
"Hai..." the rest sighed.
"So how long will it take to reach the sea of Galiol?" Dominic asked.
"If we were to take the normal route on carriage, it's just 3 weeks or so." the guild member replied.
"Didn't you say it'll take 3 months?" asked Dominic towards Kitzuma.
"Well, I wouldn't expect us to be running in the wilderness, getting chased by dragons and getting swept away by a river would I?!" Kitzuma sarcastically retorted.
"Well, you should've expected that" Dominic replied back sarcastically.
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"Why aren't there any monsters attacking yet?" Dominic asked.
"Usually people don't get attacked every 5mins you know?" someone replied.
"Oh. I see" he replied.
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"Hey come to think of it, are you a gunslinger or something?" asked a certain normal mage who was attacked by two 'bad people'.
"Yeah, something like that" he replied.
"So which school did you go to get that class?" she asked.
"None." he replied.
"Ehh? Could you have been granted a class by the system?!" she was suprised, along with the others.
"Uh... it doesn't technically count as that" Dominic recalled how he obtained his class.
He found it pretty strange, his class was that of a potato god, and yet his nature was still human. After all, its impossible to change the race you were born in. Unlike other gods, he doesn't have their strange glowing godly aura, and yet they still percive him as a god.
Come to think of it, Michelle was the same.
Perhaps it only applied to the humans that became gods. He should ask her or the information broker next time.
"Ehh?" the group was intrigued.
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