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Chapter 417

Day 97 – Daytime, Dungeon

　
Several of them had new gear, so they were adjusting their combat styles while getting used to their weapons, cutting down monsters as they went. I had made fine adjustments for each individual, but the feel of a weapon is delicate, something only the user can truly understand. Compared to that, my own weapon remains consistently just a wooden stick. Still looks like a stick, still feels like a stick, basically a glorified barricade. The visual gap between me and everyone else just keeps widening day by day.

Even Sister Girl and the others were now able to respond precisely to orders and were holding their own on the front lines as proper combatants. The monk group seemed to have taken on shield roles, it appears that even in another world, being a man is rough. Honestly, men seem to have it hard in every world.