My Guardian System: The Trader

After a glance, he returned his gaze in front of him then proceeded towards the void.

"What?!" Meir exclaimed when that person ignored her warning. "What is he doing?" She asked herself in a mutter.

Mier was confused at his carefree reaction. She wondered if that person didn't notice what was happening around him at this moment, though she doubted it. In this regard, in this current situation, only the deaf and blind could not realize the danger in the site.

She wanted to warn him again, but she could not as one of the gobs already came to attack again. She had no space to spare on that nonchalant person, who was seemingly walking towards his demise.

Meir blocked the gob's attack with her sword.

"Hey! Don't go there! That thing out there is dangerous!"

"Hey, kid, run away!"

"What, he's not hearing us?! He proceeded!?"

Instead of her, she heard Hope giving a warning too to that same person. Even the aged man with them also shouted, urging him to run away.

Meir didn't even need to glance at him to understand his response to their warning.

That person has undoubtedly disregarded their warning.

"N-no way. He entered!" This exclamation coming from the aged man took Meir by surprise. She took another glance at that boy. Sure enough, that person leaped to the void. 'What!'

She had no idea if he was deaf or just an idiot. Throwing his body inside the dungeon alone was asking trouble to himself.

There's no way one can survive alone in that dangerous place. Meir believed so.

In fact. 

Not even those dungeon experts in the Clearing Association would be willing to enter such a place by themselves.

No matter how low-level a dungeon was, it was still dangerous for a person to wander inside. After all, it was a place littered with monsters.

To clear the dungeon, they needed to form a party of several people to guard each other's backs.

Each person had their expertise in terms of fighting. Some are good in recovery ability, some in close combat, while some in range.

So forming a team in clearing a dungeon is a must. 

Yet,

How did that person just nonchalantly enter it?

'Ah, muu~!'

Meir decided to shake the thoughts out of her head as it was already too late. She didn't want to see another victim, but that person already went inside the void on his own accord.

Inside the void, upon entering, the boy found himself standing in front of 20 Green Gobs.

"Oh," the boy utter in a low voice with a hint of surprise, though there's no change in his expression. He never thought that there are already monsters waiting in the entrance.

"!?"

The gobs were seemingly surprised also at his sudden appearance. Question marks and exclamation points were floating above their heads. They stared at him with blinking eyes.

Just then, GWAR! One of the gobs growled. Then the others came to attack the intruder in front of them.

Weirdly though in front of a dangerous situation, the boy has carefreely tied his medium-length black hair at the back of his head, revealing his sharp eyes and quite a handsome face.

He swayed to his side and easily dodged the first strike from one of the gobs.

"?!"

The gob closed and opened its eyes in wonder at that moment. 

Without the gob knowing, a kick was coming at an unimaginable speed. The gob's eyeballs were as though they were going to pop out in that instance when the kick hit the side of its face.

It was sent flying away and bumped onto the other gobs on its path like being hit by a bowling ball.

The other gobs stared dumbfounded. But soon, they came back to their senses when they noticed an unusual aura coming from that human.

Their faces contorted into angry faces.

GWAR!

GAR! GAR!

They raised their weapons in the air and began racing towards him full of malice. This insolent fool will only have death awaiting him!

Full of rage, they were kicking the cold hard ground to butcher him as soon as possible as their revenge for their fallen brethren.

In that instance, he lifted the hem of his brown leather jacket, revealing the rows of fastened weapons belting around his waist.

He took two knives, holding one in each hand. The furious Gobs were like ants as they swarmed on him.

Those who were in the lead readied their weapons to strike or stab him. But, right at that moment, a nauseating pressure burst out from his body, turning the furious gobs in front of him into something akin to frightened mice.

The Gobs in front of him trembled in the blink of an eye. Suddenly, they were cowering. Beads of sweat were apparent on their faces. It was the result of [Intimidation] ability.

The affected gobs felt an unimaginable fear towards him and thought their lives were in danger. However, not all of the gobs were affected by it. Those who were at the back were not affected and also those on his sides.

Though, it was enough to avoid getting trapped in the middle of furious enemies.

He dashed forward towards the quivering gobs in front of him.

While running away from those who came behind him, he also began killing those in front of him, using the knives in his hands.

The poor victims could only cry out from the pain of having their flesh getting sliced by his knives.

Blood was then gushing out from their wounds. Although it canceled the effect of his [Intimidation] ability, they were not in shape to fight again. They were dying from those wounds they got.

He continued doing so until he annihilated all those under his intimidation. He did all of it in a quick motion as though he merely passed by.

Then he threw those knives to the chasing gobs from behind him. Hitting one of them in the eye and the other one accurately pierced one of the gobs in the forehead. And it died on the spot.

ARGH!

The other gob tried to pull out the knife. Though, it became the unlucky victim of the rushing comrades instead.

One gob was able to get near him. With fierce red eyes, it raised its weapon to strike him.

He caught the wrist and then twisted to the back. The gob groaned as its face contorted in a pained expression.

Without letting go of the gob, he kicked the other gob who came on his side.

Bam!

The gob he kicked slammed to the ground. Blood burst out from the crevices on its face.

Then, he pulled the gob he was clutching and spun it around like a monster propeller.

The battle continued until he finished all of them. It took him about two minutes to dispatch all of them.

<Goodjob, host.>

A voice resounded at the back of his mind.