《The world's strongest level one》Chapter 1: You can call me toolbox.
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Evignolan kingdom, Ennuncina city, adventurer's guild
During the C-rank promotion test
D-rank adventurer POV
Today, the D-rankers across the kingdom have gathered here at the capital for the promotion test. We are supposed to slay a lesser dragon in squads of 20 people. Each squad is led by a B-ranker or above. There's even an A-ranker participating, although I'm not sure which one. These leaders are the examiners for the test. If the dragon is killed, most of the squad will rank up unless you were a total dead-weight. The examiners decide the 'dead-weights' of the group and are responsible for taking care of any emergencies that may crop up. Personally, I don't think that I am capable of reaching C-rank. Even if my squad succeeds, I'm defiantly going to be considered a dead-weight. The only reason I'm going to be taking part is to meet the squad leader of our group. B-rank is the highest possible rank for a regular human. A-rankers are all geniuses. The kind of people that can slay a lesser dragon alone. There are only three S-rankers in the world, but those are already in the realm of legends. There is no way for every single D-rank here to even wound a single s-ranker, even if they attack at once.
Back to the topic, after registration, the squads are going to be shuffled and assigned to the leaders. I am in squad... 112. Under the leadership of... ... ... Anoniem Anónymos, the toolbox.
Wait... Thats just anonymous in two different languages... I wonder what his real name is... Wait... He is the A-ranker??? Jackpot baby!!
Ahem... the squads were assembled and self introductions were started. After finishing up the introduction, I spoke to toolbox.
"Um... Excuse me, um toolbox-san. if its no problem, could you tell me your name?"
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"You know, you should really read more carefully. Its Anoniem Anónymos, but I'm mostly referred to by a title rather than a name. You can call me the toolbox."
"Yeah... Anoniem Anónymos is just anonymous in two different languages. What's your real name?"
"So you figured it out, did you? My name is Clark Williamson, but you can call me the toolbox"
"One more question toolbox-san... May I know your level? I'm currently level 13, but I would like to know what level a man like yourself, who is near the peak of he guild is."
"I am level one."
"Eeeehh? Don't lie toolbox -san... there is no way that an A-rank could be a mere level one..."
I may have said that louder than intended.
He showed me his guild card, and he is truly at level one...
"But you kill so many monsters... How are you still level 1?"
"I stay away from level one monsters. If I don't kill level one's I can't level up..."
"That's true but..."
"Look. There's the dragon..."
I was so distracted, I failed to notice the very dragon we are supposed to kill.
"You should always be wary of your surroundings. How could you fail to notice a dragon? Forget C-rank, even D-rank is too good for you... What's your name?"
"Andrei"
"Andrei... failed."
"Wait... we haven't even fought yet..."
"You expect to win? Andrei... pushing for demotion to E-rank"
Huh? why?
"That, my friend is a greater dragon. Beyond its size, it has extremely hard scales, and breathes fire."
"Then... How are we supposed to beat it?"
"You can't. I was looking at the lot of you, and its impossible for you to face a greater dragon..."
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"You don't even know our levels..."
"Stop jabbering! It noticed us."
"Shit! Run!"
"Dragons can fly, y'know? How are you planning to get away? Half of you will die."
"So what do we do?"
"You don't need to do anything. Just sit there and watch."
Third person narration: No POV.
Toolbox climbed a tree.
Toolbox took out a vial of liquid and threw it.
it exploded upon breaking.
The dragon let out a roar and charged.
It hit a small string placed between two trees.
Both trees were uprooted and slammed the dragon on both sides.
Toolbox, meanwhile, used the momentum of the tree to reach the neck of the dragon and tied himself there using the same kind of string from earlier.
The dragon tried and failed to shake him off, while he took out an admantite file, and used it to pry away the scales at the top of his head layer by layer.
The dragon, roaring in pain, took to the skies.
Toolbox untied himself, poured some ants on the dragon's head, and jumped off.
He took out a large silk cloth(As in huge) and used it as a parachute.
The dragon fell from the sky and died.
Andrei ran up to Toolbox and said "How..."
"The string is made of very strong silk of a particular spider. It's nearly unbreakable. I merely taunted it to come in a particular direction, and it pulled the tripwire. If it was weaker, it would have tripped, but it simply uprooted the trees instead. I used that to get on his neck. I tied myself to the neck by placing the string under his scales. The portion away from me was also coated with glass shards to make it more dangerous. After trying to throw me off and failing, he was hurt by the glass, and decided to flee. At the same time, I started taking off the layers of scales on his head. When he was at a sufficient height, I poured some ants containing a powerful neurotoxin inside it. Then I jumped. The dragon was paralyzed and fell from the sky, and died. Case complete.
The rest of the panicking squad came up to Toolbox to thank him.
One of them pulled him aside.
"Toolbox-san, I'm a noble. I thank you for saving my life. I would like to repay the favour someday, so could you please tell me your real name, and not the one registered under the guild?"
"My name is Jonathan Swift, but you can call me the toolbox."
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