Although I Am Only Level 1, but with This Unique Skill, I Am the Strongest

Oh, shit, I can't just sit around.

It's not good to be blinkered in front of a monster, first you have to avoid it and try to attack it to check it out.

With that in mind, I ducked and pulled out my gun and held it up to the muzzle.

...... Huh?

He stopped evading and attacking.

Something is wrong.

That's because the office bureau wasn't moving.

I braced myself to deal with most of the attacks, thinking that if it was a monster, it would attack me in some way, but I was disappointed when nothing came.

I lowered my hand with my gun and slowly approached the office bureau.

No response.

When I got close enough to reach her, there was no response.

In fact, he didn't even look at me.

He remained staring straight ahead with lifeless eyes, as if he were a mannequin or a wax figure.

'Why aren't you moving?Are you saying you're not a monster?

I said to myself, but I knew it was a monster.

After all, on the map in my brain, the light spots that indicate that it's a monster keep shining.

Umm, no, well. There are monsters that don't attack you?

Arsenic is like that.

The rock series over there doesn't attack at all, in fact, it doesn't even move.

But still.

The rock series, which looks like a rock with a face on it, has eyes and such that move and adjust their gaze to mine.

The office lady in front of me doesn't even have that, which adds to the creepiness.

It's a good idea to be able to have a good time with them. Is it too Showa era to hit them with a harisen?

I smiled bitterly at the fact that the image I had in my mind was too old.

The office manager's appearance changed.

She now wears her previously unheard of intellectual glasses and holds a Harisen in her right hand.

And then... she begins to move.

He swung the Harisen and swung it at me.

"Oops.

Quickly, I kicked the floor and jumped backwards, dodging Harrison.

It wasn't much of an attack, so I was able to dodge with ease.

'What the hell?'Out of the blue.

I raised my gun again and pointed it at the muzzle.

I fired a conventional round at the bureaucrat who was coming at me with a crisp shoe.

I always use a small hand-checked normal bullet, low in attack power but flying straight anyway, I always use this first.

Even if it's weak, it's good to activate it if the opponent's special ability is there, and when it's a reflex or some other ability, there's not much damage that comes back.

It's a safeguard, so to speak, and I don't expect to be able to defeat them with it.

--but.

The normal bullet shot through the office bureau.

The clerical bureau-sama, who was shot between the eyes, slowly fell on her back like a zombie in Zombiega.

And then - disappeared.

The clerical bureau-sama who disappeared like a monster.

Another proof that he was not a person, but a monster.

''Huh?No drop?

I searched the area where the office manager had fallen.

There was nothing that looked like it had been dropped.

If it was a monster, it should have dropped something.

My special ability that transferred to this world, my unique ability (unique skill) that others don't have, is drop status S.

It's such a power that even the old Nihonium used to drop all kinds of seeds.

That's it, no drop.

What do you mean ......?

I looked around.

It's been strange for a while now.

No matter how you look at it, it's a dungeon.

But to call it a dungeon, it lacks too many things.

The foremost among them is that monsters don't drop, even when they are defeated.

This is not possible in this world.

At worst, you have to drop air or water.

I stopped in place and thought about it.

Recalling the events that had happened earlier, one by one, I put the situation in perspective.

As I groaned and thought on the spot for a while, a possibility suddenly crossed my mind.

It was the conversation with Nihonium - no.

The possibility popped into my head as my thoughts somehow traced back to the exchange with Sakura.

'No way. ......'

I chuckled.

If it's true, it's not too complicated.

But considering the situation in front of me, there's more than a chance of that happening.

Let's just try it out.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and regained my composure.

And then - I imagine.

The one in the location of the office.

Something that was common in the company I used to work for.

After the image, there were more points of light on the map in my brain.

I follow that light spot back to the office like place I found myself standing in, and I see a number of office workers under the desk.

Some with towelettes, some with suit jackets.

And some had cardboard boxes.

Each of them had something on the ground or draped over their bodies and were sleeping under their desks.

I imagined, I used to look at them as a matter of course - or rather, I was one of them.

These are office workers working over 200 hours of overtime.

Those office workers got up like zombies and came towards us.

'......'

Chuckling bitterly, he pulls out his pistol and releases it and takes a head shot at each of them.

Every single one of the overtime businessmen is shot between the eyes and falls down.

And then they drop.

The drop is a 500ml can.

A can of chewy, almost 10% alcohol content.

Overtime after overtime, but still thinly paid, oh, those () stone-gaze drinks that office workers love to drink.

Both zombie salarymen and dropped stone-gaze.

Both, I imagined.

I mean, here.

Are you sure you mean Satnium......?