Only I Level Up By Shoveling-Chapter 48: "6/10 Slot"

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Chapter 48: "6/10 Slot"

Waterfall-like tears poured out of the cabbage’s dot eyes and accurately poured all over the paralyzed elf boy on the ground.

Castra and the others looked at this scene with an even more awkward silence but, after a few seconds, Poo realized something was wrong.

[Host, host! Your skill— your skill— ]

[Your skill’s effect is fading away!]

(⁠☉⁠。⁠☉⁠)⁠!

What? This is the first time someone actually cured his curse before the time was up!

Indeed, with the cabbage’s help, the elf boy’s pale face soon regained its color.

Castra felt an invisible arrow stabbing his fragile heart.

Ah! His precious Sh*t Luck! It’s cleared so easily!

Ray, who was knowledgeable about spirits, immediately recognized the cabbage spirit.

"I-it is a Crybaby Cabbage...a rare D-rank plant-type spirit who can neutralize all curses at D-rank level or below..."

He, who could only summon a bidet spirit and this bizarre poop shoveler spirit was definitely not as good as the elf boy who could summon a D-rank Crybaby Cabbage so easily.

A hint of jealousy appeared in Ray’s heart for a moment before disappearing with no trace.

While the summoner and spirit pair were drowning in jealousy, the elf boy finally recovered and slowly stood up...only for his ancestor to suddenly shout at Castra,

"T-that! That! Let me borrow that...um...water sprayer spirit!"

The elf ancestor who was arrogant suddenly stuttered and his face even flushed red.

Castra tilted his head but he still gestured at Miria to lend him the bidet.

"Here, what do you want to do— "

The moment the elf spirit got the bidet, he immediately sprayed water at his descendant’s b*tt while dragging the boy into the bush.

"You! You! You! How could you not mind your manners, going around with filth like that?! Quick, change your trousers..."

"@#$&^£...(Ancestor, I don’t bring spare clothes...)"

"Then just weave leaves and wear them!"

"??!! @_@_#&#!! (??!! I don’t want to!!)"

The group listened to the ancestor and descendant bickering behind the bush with a poker face.

A few minutes later, the duo came out of the bush and the elf boy lowered his head to the point of almost becoming an ostrich.

After all, his trousers had turned into a skirt made of leaves.

If one didn’t know, they would think that the elf boy was an indigenous female elf of this forest.

When the boy saw his rival and the group of spirits darting eyes, the boy’s ears twitched.

He jumped up and down even more disgracefully.

"@#! &@&#-?! @&#&#&#!!! (Ah! What are you looking at?! You bunch of untalented bastards!!!)"

The elf boy was cursing Castra and the others, but no one could understand the elven language and the elf spirit didn’t want to translate the curse, so they let it slide.

"This, I return your water sprayer." The elf spirit handed back the bidet spirit and the bidet was in a slump, as if it had witnessed something horrible.

"Um." Castra took the bidet and stroked it with an apologetic smile.

Thank you for your sacrifice, Biden— Bidet-sama!

While the group was fussing about, the audience was already gloating at them.

-Tsk, tsk, tsk, if they keep going like this, they will lose!

-Yeah, yeah. How come no one realises something is wrong?

-Wait, look, that cowardly summoner seems to notice something!

Indeed, the next second, Ray caught sight of something and subconsciously screamed,

"A-ah! Ah! T-the limit!"

? What limit?

Both the elf spirit and the Poop Shoveling Officer spirit looked at Ray and the boy immediately shouted in a trembling voice,

"L-look behind you!"

Behind? An ambush?? 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

The two spirits immediately turned around sharply and pointed their weapons at the thing behind them, only to catch nothing but air—

"Wait, what’s that??"

Castra pointed at a glowing number floating a certain distance away from their location.

[6/10]

The elf boy was attracted by the commotion and when he saw the number, his face turned as pale as a vampire.

"@&!! #&#&#?! @&@&#&#!! (Ah!! There’s only four spots left?! We have to hurry!!)" The elf boy urged his ancestor.

Castra, the ignorant one, couldn’t help but look at his summoner with a confused face.

"Dear summoner, what’s going on?"

"M-mister! T-that number tells us that there are already six people inside that dungeon! It will only accept four more people before it’s closed for entry!"

! Oh no!

Castra didn’t bother with the elf duo anymore.

He immediately caught his summoner and carried him like a sack under his armpit.

"EKKKK!! W-what are you doing?! Put me down— "

"Ahhh! Dear summoner, please bear with it! We can’t be late!!"

Castra dashed over to the glowing number, followed by Miria who was holding the bidet spirit.

The duo elf saw Castra’s sneaky move and immediately followed behind while carrying the cabbage who was still crying non-stop.

"Descendant, move faster! We can’t lose!"

Instead of fighting with Castra’s group, it was better to squeeze into the last four spots together!

But apparently, these two weren’t the only ones closest to the dungeon portal.

A rustling noise from the bush sounded and a person covered with a hood and a robe rushed towards the portal with panting breath.

"Just a little bit more— "

The person with a robe and a hood was holding a long wooden staff that was even taller than their body, slowing down their speed.

But then, the petite figure murmured and started to chant.

The next second, a complex magic circle appeared below the petite figure’s feet and the figure suddenly moved as fast as the wind!

The sensitive elf spirit immediately exclaimed.

"That’s a mage!"

Ray looked at the petite figure chasing after them with wide eyes.

"M-mister, that’s the mage who blocked the other path leading to the dungeon portal over there!"

As if one mage wasn’t enough, another rustling noise sounded from the bushes next to Castra!

The first thing that caught Castra’s eyes were two people running side by side.

Then, two beings glowing with blue lights trailed closely behind the two figures.

! Those glowing beings—

Castra almost stumbled on the flat road.

Damn it! Two more D-rank spirits and their summoners!