The Secret Security Department directly under the Lafdonia Royal Family.
"What? He came back beaten to a pulp?"
The man who heard his subordinate's report let out a hollow laugh.
It was because he didn't even know where to start getting angry.
"Tell me this first, why did you contact him? I ordered you to just tail him, didn't I?"
"...It seems like it was a decision made on the spot."
"Decision made on the spot, are you kidding me? Speak properly."
"He judged that it would be easy to confirm his identity since he's a 3-month-old barbarian."
The man sighs deeply.
It's understandable.
Evil spirits who are less than a year old are mostly incredibly naive. Just approaching them and pretending to be in the same situation is enough to make more than half of them reveal their true identities.
And most of the remaining half reveal themselves through their expressions.
"So there was no such reaction?"
"Yes, he frowned as soon as he heard it and got angry, saying not to speak in riddles and to speak properly. You'll understand better if you see it yourself."
The subordinate takes out a button from his pocket.
It's a specially made video recording device.
He places it on the crystal ball on the desk, and the events that took place at the scene are replayed.
The man rewinds the recording several times, carefully observing the barbarian's changes in expression, gaze, and facial muscle movements.
[America? Taiwan? Europe? Where are you from?]
Although the guy who made the mistake this time approached too carelessly...
...even so, this reaction is definitely special.
[What are you talking about? Don't speak in riddles and say it properly.]
An immediate response without a moment's hesitation.
Normal evil spirits would panic and try to figure out the other person's identity.
But what about this barbarian?
[Wow, I almost fell for it. You're really good at acting. You're not really a 3-month-old, are you?]
[Acting? I told you not to use difficult words.]
Vocabulary and tone of voice.
[Then I'll ask comfortably. Are you an evil spirit?]
[What's the point of hiding it now? Yes, I am. So...]
Thoughts and questions.
[That's enough. You don't need to say anything else.]
[Yes? What do you mean—]
[The chieftain said that evil spirits should be killed on sight.]
And his response.
Everything is clearly different from typical evil spirits.
No, it's more like it matches the unique reactions that have only been observed in non-evil spirits.
"Even those who don't want to reveal their identity usually choose to evade in that situation."
But what about this barbarian?
He chose to confront the situation head-on as soon as he made a decision.
Without any hesitation, just like a true barbarian.
The man contemplates for a moment and reaches a final conclusion.
"He's definitely not an evil spirit."
Bjorn Yandel.
Just like his name caught our attention, the evil spirits must have also been interested in him.
But he only gained fame a few days ago.
'The 'gathering' hasn't even been held yet, so he wouldn't have heard about our methods...'
All the circumstantial evidence points to him not being an evil spirit.
In the first place, it's questionable whether he would have been able to react like that even if he knew about the existence of the Secret Security Department.
And most importantly, the incident at the guild was impressive.
He caused a ruckus by escaping from prison when he was falsely accused and sentenced to death? No matter how you look at it, it's not something evil spirits, who like to act all high and mighty, would do.
Maybe a barbarian who doesn't care about anything, but...
Therefore—
"Bjorn Yandel is innocent."
The man stamps a blue seal on the report.
And he puts the report in a file and stores it in the cabinet.
His subordinate, who was watching, sighs in relief.
"...Thank goodness."
"Yes, it's a relief. If he had come back beaten to a pulp by an evil spirit, I would have had to kill him myself."
"Then what about the disciplinary action?"
"He acted on his own and contacted the target during a surveillance mission. We'll suspend him for 3 months, reduce his salary for the next 12 months, and postpone his promotion evaluation until next year."
"Then I'll let him know."
The subordinate leaves the office, and the man sits alone, lost in thought for a moment.
'To gain a title in 3 months even though he's not an evil spirit...'
Regardless of this incident, he's worth keeping an eye on in the future.
'Is he really born with the destiny of a hero? Maybe the Count will take a liking to him.'
Talented people are always in short supply in this city.
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「Character's fame has increased by +1.」
「Character's fame has increased by +1....」
「....」
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'It's already morning...'
I stayed up all night.
It's because of the letter I found last night.
Whether the contents of this letter are true or not.
After contemplating until the sun rose, I let out a sigh.
'For now, it seems like it's real...'
It's just intuition, I can't be sure.
Therefore, as soon as the sun rises, I roughly wash up and go outside.
I'm planning to find out about this pill.
Of course, there's a good chance that this is a trick by the Evil Spirit Hunters...
'No, that's why I need to show them that I'm trying to find out.'
Think about it from a local's perspective.
Someone sneaks into my room and leaves a letter with unreadable characters and a pill?
It's only natural to be curious about their identity.
It's a creepy situation for them.
"I thought you forgot about the appointment since you haven't come for a few days, but that doesn't seem to be the case?"
That's why I visited the Magic Tower.
I figured that a mage, the intellectual of this world, might know something.
And she actually did.
Much more than I expected.
"Oh, you received that pill, so it seems like you really did gain some fame this time, huh?"
That's Raven's reaction when I show her the letter and the pill.
"Fame?"
"Yes. So don't worry too much about it. I heard everyone gets it once they become a little famous."
Raven then clicks her tongue as she looks at the letter.
"Still, it's a bit disappointing. I wish you had come to me right away."
For your information, the letter is now blank.
It seems like some kind of magic was applied, because the letters disappeared less than 10 minutes after I finished reading it.
"Aren't you curious, Mr. Yandel? What the hell did those evil spirits write in the letter?"
"Evil spirits?"
"Ah, I didn't tell you, did I? That's a letter written by an evil spirit."
"I didn't even know it was a letter. As expected, you're amazing."
Raven lets out her characteristic nasal sound as I naturally compliment her.
And she goes into TMI mode as usual.
"Well, of course. It's something ordinary people don't know about. Can I see the pill?"
"Here."
"Do you know what this pill is?"
"No."
"It was made by a very skilled mage. Someone with immense knowledge in mental magic, dimensional magic, and alchemy."
"So what is it?"
After a long introduction about how many mages worked hard to decipher the spell structure, she finally gets to the point.
"If you take this pill, you can enter a specific spiritual world."
"Spiritual world?"
"Ah, was that a bit difficult? It's easier to think of it as a kind of different dimension. Your body will be asleep, but only your mind will be transported somewhere."
Raven's explanation continues.
To summarize, it's like this:
If you take this pill, you'll be summoned to a specific spiritual world on the 15th of every month, at midnight.
The evil spirits are probably exchanging information among themselves there.
Many people have taken the pill and infiltrated, but they were found dead the next morning, having vomited blood.
I flinch for a moment at this part.
"Found dead?"
"Yes. So Mr. Yandel, please don't take it just because you're curious."
"Wait, isn't it just poison?"
"Hey, what do you take us mages for? I swear, this pill doesn't have any such ingredients or spells."
"Then what about those who died?"
"Well, there are many hypotheses here... but the most likely one is that they have a way to distinguish non-evil spirits. When the soul and body are separated, the body dies."
"...It's a dangerous pill."
I mean it.
After all, the moment I take the pill, that guy will have control over my life.
Of course, I'm somewhat convinced now that the one who sent the pill is a player...
...but I have no information about what kind of person that player is.
"Anyway, it's definitely not poison. Although it's not an official record, there's a story that a captured evil spirit confessed about this gathering. It's not poison that kills everyone who takes it."
"I see."
"Ah, and another strange thing is that they're in their soul forms there, so you can't tell who they really are."
That's good news.
And with this, most of my questions have been resolved.
Is this why connections are important?
If I didn't have a relationship with a mage, I wouldn't have been able to hear about this anywhere.
However, I ask one last question.
"Is there no way to identify someone who has taken this pill?"
"Absolutely not. If there were, we would have caught all the evil spirits."
I see.
Now I understand why the sender was so confident about anonymity being strictly guaranteed in the community.
"So, can I study this pill a bit?"
"It's fine if you consider today's session as payment for that."
"You're being stingy, I even answered all your questions. Fine, it's not like I expect to find anything new even if I study it. Now, if we're done chatting, just sit here."
I sit down on the chair as she instructs.
I don't bother asking if this chair is a death penalty device for smashing people's heads.
"Then let's begin."
"...Please finish quickly."
Because I know now.
Tzzzt!
That this chair is a magic tool designed for blood collection.
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Around 4:00 PM, the day's research is finished.
It means I don't have to come to the Magic Tower and waste time until next week.
"Oh, is that the famous guy these days?"
"I heard Mr. Hernesion was the one who gave him the title Little Balkan..."
"That picky guy had such a good impression of a barbarian? That's strange."
As I leave Raven's personal research lab, I see mages gathered in the lobby.
They're all looking at me.
Is this the power of fame?
'Last time, they treated me like a random lab rat...'
I'm starting to feel the effects of my increased fame—
"I heard you absorbed the Orc Hero's essence?"
"Aru said you even have the Vampire Guardian's essence?"
"Indeed... this is, valuable."
They're looking at me not as a regular lab rat, but as a very, very valuable one.
Well, would the fame of an explorer even matter to these bastards?
"Hey! Could you come here for a moment?"
"I'm busy."
"No, it will only take a second—"
"I can't, I'm hungry."
I make my way through their gazes, which are several times more uncomfortable than before, and leave the Magic Tower as if fleeing.
'It's a bit late to go to the library, so I should just go back and rest.'
It takes about an hour to get back to the inn while organizing my thoughts, and I collapse onto the bed.
And I take out the pill and examine it closely.
My thoughts deepen as my mind sinks into contemplation.
'A community where anonymity is guaranteed...'
The biggest reason I tried to avoid contact with other players was because of the risk.
If even one person knows, it's no longer a secret.
But according to Raven, it seems like a virtual web space.
Well, I used to think that there was no point in contacting other players...
...but now my thoughts have changed a bit.
'Those guys definitely know more than me.'
I'm not talking about hidden pieces or hidden information within the game.
There's no way I wouldn't know what others know.
However, this place is not the decimal-based game world, but another world.
Since the risk of identity exposure has decreased, the advantages are more prominent than before.
'I'll have to confirm it myself, but being able to get information one step ahead is not bad.'
For example, what methods Evil Spirit Hunters use, or that the Explorer's Guild created a new law and is testing it out.
I'll be able to access such latest news more easily if I join the community.
In short, it's like gaining a secret source of information.
'Although I don't have much hope, they might even know how to go back.'
After much contemplation while looking at the pill, I come to a decision.
'It's better to take it.'
It's a conclusion I reached after carefully weighing the risks and rewards.
But I'm not going to take it right away.
I need time to check if there are any other risks...
'And even if anonymity is guaranteed, there must be someone who sent the invitation.'
Think about it.
What if there were three people who sent invitations, and all three joined the community?
The person who sent the invitations would be able to guess their identities and true selves.
'It would be safer to take it at least 3 to 6 months later.'
Of course, if the community isn't operated in the way I imagine, all these assumptions are meaningless.
But...
'I don't need the information urgently anyway.'
Let's be patient and wait.
As I always have.
There's a saying, 'better safe than sorry', isn't there?
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In a research lab on the upper floors of the Magic Tower.
[00:01]
The moment the minute hand of the clock passes midnight...
A man lying on a chair opens his eyes.
And he immediately gets up and contacts someone through a crystal ball.
"SoulQueens, how was the recruitment this time?"
Although he tries to hide it, his voice clearly reveals his anticipation and excitement.
However, a look of deep disappointment soon appears on his face.
[There weren't any.]
"Phew, then it seems he really isn't a player."
[That's highly likely. So what are you going to do with the unsent letters?]
The man contemplates for a moment.
Originally, there were a total of seven letters that should have been sent before this gathering. But this time, only one was sent.
It was because there was one thing he wanted to confirm.
But...
"I shouldn't delay it any further because of my stubbornness. Could you send the remaining letters sequentially until the next gathering?"
[Yes, I'll make sure to do that.]
The short conversation ends there.
The lab is now filled with silence.
"I had high hopes because he chose a shield during the coming-of-age ceremony."
The man mutters, sighing.
"It wasn't 'that person' this time either."
At this point, he's starting to think that the rumors circulating among players might be true.
He has consistently denied it out of fan loyalty…
'Actually, it doesn't make sense that one person could have organized such a vast amount of data alone…'
Does 'that person' really exist?
Was he just someone from the game company, like many people speculated?
It's been 20 years since he woke up in this strange world.
Cracks are starting to appear in the man's faith.
-x-X-x-
It's already been 15 days since I returned from the labyrinth.
In other words, there are about 2 weeks left until the portals open in the Dimensional Plaza.
It's a bit of a stretch to say I've rested well.
Time has flown by as I've been doing what I need to do every day, like homework.
Well, I guess I'm not the only one who's been busy.
"Hahaha! Isn't this the famous Little Balkan, Bjorn, son of Yandel! If you're free tonight, how about a drink downstairs—"
"I'm tired."
Except for the dwarf, who has been living like a free spirit for two weeks, all the members of Team Misfits have had a busy 2 weeks.
First, Rotmiller.
"Hmm, I think I'm starting to understand now. How to utilize the Sixth Sense stat."
He absorbed the Mimic's essence during this expedition and has been diligently training every day to get used to his new ability.
Dwarkey is the same.
"…Ah, me? Don't worry. I just haven't slept for about two days."
With his financial problems resolved, he's been learning new spells at the Magic Tower, even sacrificing sleep.
The dwarf once expressed concern that he was pushing himself too hard, but…
"No one knows what will happen on the next expedition, right? I need to prepare as much as possible while I can."
He's commendable.
When did he become so mature?
I feel like I made the right choice staying on this team.
Although I absorbed the Orc Hero's essence, if everyone improves like this, there's no way I'll be holding them back.
'From the next expedition onwards, we should be fine even on the 4th floor.'
The growth isn't limited to them.
Misha and I have also changed in many ways over the past two weeks.
First, as for me…
"Hahaha! Congratulations. To gain a title in 3 months and even get promoted to a 6th-grade explorer? I'm almost worried that I'll fall behind soon!"
"If you're worried, why don't you put in some effort?"
"I'm already looking for a decent artifact!"
I was promoted to a 6th-grade explorer a few days ago.
Contrary to my expectations, jumping straight to 5th grade was impossible.
From 5th grade onwards, there's a test, and to take the test, you need to accumulate a kind of achievement points by completing requests registered with the guild.
'Phew, there was no such thing in the game.'
Actually, it's too late to complain now.
The game I played was set about 150 years ago. There must have been countless updates to the social system during that time.
Just like the library, which was marked as under construction in the game.
"Oh, is that the new weapon you bought? It looks impressive."
There have also been some upgrades in the equipment department.
First, I bought a new mace.
For reference, the price was 400,000 stones, which is more than twice as expensive as the one I used before.
Well, it's only natural since it contains more steel.
「Total item level has increased by +185.」
Overwhelming size and weight.
However, since my strength stat has increased significantly this time, there's no problem with actually using it.
"By the way, Miss Kaltstein also said she was going to change her weapon, how did that go?"
"Ah, that? I don't even want to talk about it, ask him."
Misha points at me in response to Dwarkey's question.
Hmm, I thought she was done complaining…
"I bought dual swords."
I changed Misha's weapon a few days ago.
A pair of swords with a reach of about 70% of the standard longsword.
I bought them for 550,000 stones at the blacksmith that Hikurod recommended.
"Dual swords?"
Misha sees her chance and whines as the dwarf and Rotmiller mutter in unison,
"Right? It sounds strange to you guys too, right?"
"Strange? There seems to be some misunderstanding."
"Huh?"
"I was just surprised because it's the same thought I had when I was playing solo. It's good to use both hands since you're ambidextrous, but I wondered if there was a reason why you insisted on using daggers."
"…What do you mean?"
"If it were against humans, it might be different. But we mainly fight monsters, don't we? And we'll be encountering a lot of large monsters from now on."
In short, he means that he found it a bit disappointing that she used short daggers before, but it's a good thing that she changed.
Misha, flustered by the unexpected reaction, looks at the dwarf.
However…
"Dual swords… that's definitely not a bad choice. After all, we'll be firmly holding the front line. Hahaha!"
The dwarf, a tank, is pleased with the melee damage dealer investing in full offense.
That's when Dwarkey steps in.
"I'm not an expert in that area, but it seems like it would be difficult to adjust to a new weapon, especially two of them…"
"That's right! That's what I was trying to say! At this rate, I might even get hit by goblins on the next expedition!"
Misha gains confidence from Dwarkey's agreement and glances at me. But no matter what she does, all I can say is,
"Then practice more so you don't get hit by goblins."
I repeat, the easy path is the slow path.
It might be difficult to master new weapons now…
…but in the game, the Frost Dual Swordsman was the strongest melee damage dealer in the later stages.
It's because there's an OP Numbered Item.
"Whew, alright, just stop nagging."
"It's not nagging, it's advice for your future."
"That's what I mean by nagging."
Just as Misha and I are bickering, Dwarkey interrupts without reading the room.
"But if you hate it that much, why not just not change weapons?"
"Huh?"
"No, I mean… Bjorn isn't your parent, do you have to do everything he says? Honestly, it was uncomfortable to watch from the side, it felt like he was crossing the line."
Crossing the line?
Well, from an outsider's perspective, he might be right…
But there's one thing he doesn't know.
"It's, it's not that I hate it that much. It's difficult now, but there are definitely advantages compared to using daggers…"
"Is, is that so?"
"Yeah, so don't give Bjorn too much flak. It was my decision."
I'm not forcing anything on her.
I'm just strongly persuading her with valid reasons.
"Then let's aim for the central area of the 4th floor starting from the next expedition. Hahaha."
"If possible, I'd like to pass through areas on the 2nd floor that I haven't been to yet."
"Hmm, is it because of achievement points? Then I'll have to review those routes again."
We finalize our exploration plans while eating, and our weekly meeting ends quickly.
Actually, calling it a meeting is a bit much, it's more like a gathering once a week to catch up.
"Bjorn, are you two going together again this time?"
"We're heading in the same direction, aren't we?"
"Hmm, you two have gotten quite close lately."
Well, I think you and Dwarkey have gotten closer.
I ignore the dwarf's nosiness and leave the tavern with Misha.
"Ah, right. Bjorn! The equipment I ordered is finished, they told me to come pick it up."
"It's too late today, so we can go tomorrow."
"But what did you order that it took this long?"
Ah, I didn't tell her, did I?
"Underwear."
"Hmm, underwear…?"
Of course, it's not ordinary underwear.
To be precise, it's an equipment piece that's referred to as 'egg guard' in slang among male explorers.
Simply put, it's a groin protector.
"I paid a bit more because it needs to be enchanted."
"Eek, wh, you even enchanted something like th, that?!"
"Something like that?"
"Uh, I mean, it's not that… well, I guess it's understandable since it would have been difficult to find one that fits…"
What is she talking about?
"I can't just be naked every time I use Gigantification."
Originally, it's the player's role to adjust their equipment according to the essences they absorb.
To prepare for [Gigantification], I had underwear, no, I mean, pants that go down to my thighs, made in the style I wanted and enchanted with 'Automatic Repair', 'Shape Transformation', and 'Acid Immunity'.
Because there's no way the kind of underwear I want would be sold in stores.
For reference, it cost about 900,000 stones.
"Ah, so that's why you enchanted it. I thought…"
Misha sighs deeply as the misunderstanding is cleared.
But she seems to have become curious about something, as she asks in a strange voice,
"Um… then from now on, you're just going to wear that in the labyrinth?"
"That's right."
I answer confidently.
I called them underwear earlier because I couldn't explain it properly, but they're actually more like pants that go down to my thighs.
Those things that cyclists often wear.
And they're made of leather, not spandex, so there's nothing to be embarrassed about.
Hmm, I haven't actually worn them yet, but…
"...."
They'll definitely be fine.
I'm a barbarian, aren't I?
I prioritize practicality over emotions.
Anyway, as we're chatting and walking, we soon arrive at the inn.
"Then you should go in and sleep too."
"Uh-huh, I should. But about picking up the equipment tomorrow, should I come with you…?"
"Stop slacking off and just swing your swords while I'm gone."
"I wasn't trying to slack off…"
Yes, you were.
"It's fine even if you weren't, I have somewhere to go alone tomorrow anyway."
"Alone? Where are you going?"
I answer briefly,
"The sanctuary."
I have money now, and I've also obtained the Orc Hero's essence, which is the core of my build.
So it's time to raise the level of my Spirit Engraving.
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I wake up early in the morning and organize my budget once again.
'Mace, underwear, and dual swords cost a total of 1.85 million stones.'
The [Beast's Blood] I bought to raise Misha's Spirit Beast level cost 2 million stones. And the cost of enchanting the Laetium breastplate and shield with 'Acid Immunity' was 510,000 stones.
'If I subtract 90,000 stones for a month's living expenses…'
I only have 3.7 million stones left.
Of course, I don't regret it since I spent it all on necessities.
[Beast's Blood] cost 2 million stones, but without it, it would have taken a long time for Misha to be able to imbue her weapons with the ice attribute.
'…And I should have enchanted the equipment earlier.'
I skipped it when I bought the equipment because I had the Frost Spirit Ring and didn't have much money.
As a result, the repair cost came to 500,000 stones.
Damn it, I should have just done it even if I had to save on other things…
"Bjorn, son of Yandel!"
The chieftain greets me as I arrive at the sanctuary after a long walk, having roughly washed up.
With a somewhat smug smile.
"I can't call you a young warrior anymore. I heard you gained the title of Little Balkan?"
"That's right!"
I nod confidently, acting like a barbarian who has returned home in glory.
However, this is the world of stoic barbarians.
"So what brings you here!"
After exchanging a few words, the chieftain gets to the point.
The introduction is excessively short, as befits a barbarian.
Honestly, I expected a bit more admiration, praise, or encouragement…
'Well, I prefer it this way, it saves time.'
Maybe barbarians are the most rational race in this city? I seriously contemplate that question and immediately state my business.
"I'm here to receive a Spirit Engraving."
"I see. I'll call the shaman, talk to him."
It's all very quick and efficient.
The chieftain leaves as if he has something urgent to do, and the shaman's disciple comes and guides me to the tent.
As I enter, a shaman with wrinkly skin greets me.
"Kuku, it's you again."
"How did you know it was me?"
"Because it's rare for a warrior to thank a shaman."
No, I meant how did you recognize me when you're blindfolded…
I don't bother asking again.
Well, he's a shaman, so I guess he has some mystical abilities.
"Have you come to receive the second engraving of the Undying path?"
"Yes."
"The cost is 1 million stones."
I freeze.
"1 million stones?"
"Don't tell me, you're not prepared?"
"…I am."
I was just surprised because the price is the same as in the game.
The 1st stage was 150,000 stones more expensive than in the game.
Clink.
Anyway, regardless of the small question, I take out the money as instructed by the shaman and put it in the jar placed in front of him.
The shaman then chuckles.
"It's good that you paid the right amount this time. Last time, you paid 50,000 stones less, and it was a headache."
"…Paid 50,000 stones less? What do you mean?"
"Young warrior, you don't need to worry about it. It was all the stupid chieftain's fault."
No, I'm telling you I'm worried.
I have a feeling, so I ask again as I lie down on the blanket as instructed.
"Shaman, how much is the cost for the 1st stage engraving…?"
"550,000 stones."
"…I see."
All my questions are answered with that one sentence.
The cost the chieftain mentioned at the time was 700,000 stones.
Of course, I don't think he intended to rip me off by saying that amount.
He just didn't realize it at the time.
[The cost for the Undying Engraving is… hmm, about 700,000 stones!]
The chieftain was also a barbarian.
Very weak with letters and numbers.
'Phew, and he even acted like he was giving me a 200,000 stone discount.'
Well, I ended up saving 50,000 stones, so I didn't lose anything…
But I feel like an idiot for being genuinely happy about it—
"Then let's begin."
The moment the needle pierces my skin, all the worries, anxieties, and thoughts that filled my head disappear.
It's a vivid pain that I haven't felt in a while.
"Young warrior, you can scream if you can't bear—"
"Kyaaaaaaaaaaak!!"
Damn it, I thought I would be fine thanks to Pain Resistance…
I can't believe it wouldn't work.
'…I'll have to get the 3rd stage tomorrow.'
It seems like I need to re-evaluate my plan.
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「2nd stage of Undying Engraving activated. Endurance and Magic Resistance greatly increased.」
「Physical stat increased by +20.」
「Mental stat increased by +20.」
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I said it would be the longest 15 minutes of my life?
Past me was foolish to say that.
"There, it's done."
The 1st stage engraving took 12 hours, but the 2nd stage only took 10 minutes.
However, the pain was beyond imagination.
It was as if the pain that should have been spread out over 12 hours was compressed.
"Kuku, this is the first time I've seen someone stay awake."
The shaman chuckles like a psychopath as he looks at me, half-fainting.
And then he hands me something.
"Here, pick one. I'll read your fortune since we have time."
What is this? Fortune telling?
Since it's a fantasy world, it seems like it would be quite accurate…
"Fortune telling isn't anything grand, so just pick one. I can at least tell you whether good things will happen in your future or not."
Hmm, if that's the case…
I don't sense any malice, so I randomly pick one of the dozens of sticks in the jar.
The shaman then falls silent for a moment.
Why is he making me feel uneasy?
"Young warrior, what is your date and time of birth?"
Uh, I didn't expect to need my birth date and time for fortune telling…
As I'm contemplating how to answer, the shaman chuckles again.
"Kuku, I was just kidding. How could a warrior know something like their birth date and time?"
"…So how was my fortune?"
"It's unique. I've seen the fates of many warriors, but this is the first time I've seen one with so much misfortune."
Hmm, he's saying the same thing as the shaman I went to with my mother a long time ago.
As expected, my fate is just shitty from the start?
"You've probably experienced countless hardships that others would only experience once in their lives, and you'll continue to do so."
"I see."
Whew, it wasn't fortune telling after all.
I knew it inwardly, but it makes me feel depressed when a shaman from a fantasy world says it so bluntly.
"Don't be too discouraged, young warrior. Misfortune isn't always a bad thing."
"It's not always a bad thing?"
"Your fate is not only filled with misfortune, but also with an equal amount of good fortune. And if you don't get swallowed by misfortune, it will eventually turn into good fortune."
"What does that mean? Speak plainly."
This time, I'm not pretending to be a barbarian, I'm serious. Is it a custom in this industry to speak in a way that's hard to understand, whether it's on Earth or here?
"Kuku, it means that you're destined to experience countless things that would normally only happen once in a lifetime, whether good or bad."
Somehow, my head feels dizzy.
"It's the kind of fate that many who are called heroes are born with."
Honestly, I don't know about being a hero…
But one thing is clear.
There have been countless shitty things in my life, but I'm still alive and breathing.
I thought it was because I had strong misfortune.
But now that I think about it, it's not like only shitty things have happened.
"Kuku, it seems like something has come to mind?"
Just look at the Crimson Fortress incident.
I almost died because the Vampire Duke Cambormier appeared, but in the end, I was able to obtain his essence.
The Floor Master I encountered a while ago?
He caused all sorts of trouble, but in the process, I obtained the Orc Hero's essence.
"If it's the fate of a hero, does that mean I won't die no matter what happens?"
"No way."
The shaman smiles as if he's dealing with a pure, young warrior.
And then he speaks in a dignified manner,
"Some are devoured by fate, some submit to it, and others overcome it."
"Make it easier to understand."
"It's not up to fate, but up to you."
Phew, he's spouting nonsense until the very end.
Whatever, fate or whatever, nothing changes.
Instead of relying on something, let's always stay alert and do what needs to be done.
So that I can endure whatever comes my way.
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「Bjorn Yandel」
Level: 3
Physical: 330 (New +20) / Mental: 124 (New +20) / Ability: 115
Item Level: 828 (New +145)
Total Combat Index: 772 (New +76.25)
Acquired Essences: Corpse Golem - Rank 7 / Vampire (Guardian) - Rank 5 / Orc Hero - Rank 5
-x-X-x-
"Can you also tell me about things that will happen in the near future?"
"Well, even I can't see that. However, be wary of those with deep grudges wherever you go. Your fate is such that those kinds of people are drawn to you."
"Simply put."
"If you resolve their grudges, it will become a blessing, and if you don't, it will become a curse."
Doesn't this guy understand what 'simply put' means?
"Leave now, I'm hungry."
"Alright."
I leave the tent after the shaman's dismissal.
And with my energy depleted, I trudge towards the city.
As I walk, my energy gradually returns.
'Is it thanks to the Spirit Engraving?'
The first stage of the Undying Engraving increases natural regeneration, and the second stage increases endurance and magic resistance.
Magic resistance is literally resistance to magic damage, and endurance affects the maximum amount of stamina and its regeneration speed.
In other words, unlike physical stats like strength or agility, it's not a noticeable stat.
But...
'It's not bad.'
If these sub-stats don't support the character, they won't be able to fulfill their role properly later on.
Moreover, to unlock the 6th stage engraving, which is the core of my build, I need to gradually increase them from now on.
'From the 3rd stage engraving onwards, it's quite useful on its own.'
I was originally planning to go straight to the 3rd stage, but I'll leave that for tomorrow.
Then, since I have some time left today—
"Bjorn!"
Just as I'm re-evaluating my plans for the day, I hear a familiar voice from somewhere.
It's a somewhat whispering shout.
For a moment, I think I might have misheard, but...
"Bjorn!"
I look in the direction of the sound, and a face pops out from the swaying bushes.
"...Ainar?"
"Be quiet! We'll be in big trouble if we're caught!"
At Ainar's urgent request, I instinctively crouch down in front of the bushes and lower my voice.
"...Why are you here?"
"I heard from the elder that you came to the sanctuary, so I came to see you for a moment. You have to pass through this path to go to the city, right?"
Hmm, I see.
But how did she know when I would come?
"Still, it's good that I came early. My legs were getting stiff!"
So she was just planning to wait until I came.
As expected of Ainar.
"Anyway, someone might pass by, so come over here quickly."
Since she's a welcome face and I was curious about how she's doing, I climb over the thick bushes and crouch down between them.
Only then can I see Ainar's body properly.
I ask with genuine concern,
"...Why are you so thin?"
Her height has decreased to around 175 centimeters due to the Bone Knight's essence.
But she didn't look small because she still had muscles, but what about now?
Ainar smiles bitterly.
"Huhuhu, don't look too much, it's embarrassing. I know better than anyone that I look pathetic."
Her once muscular warrior's body has transformed into a slim, lean figure in just a month.
"Does the elder not feed you properly?"
"It's not that, it's just that my muscles have been compressed from training every day, and I ended up like this."
"Compressed?"
"There's something like that. I don't know much about it either, so don't ask for details."
"I see..."
Even so, what kind of training could turn her healthy body into this?
I keep my mouth shut, unable to contain my dismay.
Ainar then forces a smile and changes the subject.
"I heard about you from the elder. You gained the title of Little Balkan, right? As expected, you're amazing, Bjorn!"
"It's nothing special."
"What happened there? I'm curious about your story."
Ainar looks at me with sparkling eyes.
She must be curious about the outside world after spending all her time training.
Feeling a bit sorry for her, I settle down and start telling her my story in earnest.
"Oh, you formed a team with Hikurod? That's good. I was worried after leaving, but I can trust him."
I tell her about forming a team with Hikurod.
And about the various incidents we experienced in the labyrinth.
But just as the story is about to end...
"Ainar, second daughter of Frenelin!!!!!!"
A roaring shout erupts from afar.
"Did you run away again!!!!"
"Oh, no. I think the elder noticed that I ran away."
Ainar hurriedly gets up at the loud roar that makes my ears ring even from afar.
I ask with concern,
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. My training will just be doubled today. I can just stay up all night, so don't worry too much."
No, I'm even more worried...
"Anyway, I was bored to death, so it was nice to hear an interesting story. So come again next time."
"Alright."
"Then I'll be off!"
Ainar turns around and starts running in the direction of the sound.
So I'm about to continue on my way...
"Ah, right! Bjorn!"
Ainar suddenly turns around and calls out to me.
And she says something unexpected.
"I couldn't say it earlier, but I'm glad you look well!"
"I look well?"
"Before, you had a more... venomous look, I guess? Well, I didn't mind that either…! But now you seem a bit more relaxed! It must be because your new companions are trustworthy!"
Hmm, is that so?
I don't know...
"Ainar!!! Get your ass over here!!"
"Ugh, anyway, see you later!! I'll keep training hard and come back as a more reliable warrior!"
Ainar then disappears from my sight.
But I stand there and think for a moment.
'The venom is gone...'
Is this a positive change or a negative one?
I don't know yet.
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Since the Spirit Engraving finished early and I had some time left, I visit the Magic Tower.
To fulfill today's research quota.
"Huh? Mr. Yandel, why are you here today? Weren't you supposed to come tomorrow?"
"Something came up tomorrow, so I came today."
"No, if you have a prior engagement, shouldn't you avoid making other plans?"
...She has a point.
But I'm a fine barbarian.
I'm not bound by social etiquette and customs.
"What does 'prior engagement' mean?"
"Ugh, you really only act like this at times like this... Anyway, sit down and wait for a bit. I'll start as soon as I finish what I'm doing."
"Alright."
After a short wait, the preparations for today's experiment are complete.
For reference, today's experiment is about confirming how the vampire's magic resistance affects mental magic and measuring the exact value of the decreased sun resistance...
"I don't need an explanation, just do it."
"Then shall we begin?"
Tzzzt!
As I sit there blankly, entrusting my body to the sinister-looking experimental tools, the experiment ends sooner than expected.
But just as I'm about to leave without looking back...
"Hey, Mr. Yandel!"
Raven calls out to me urgently.
I thought she had something to say about the research...
"So when are you going to tell me about that?"
"About what?"
"The sacred relic you used to catch the vampire! How did you know? That the [Tears of the Goddess] was there?"
Ah, again?
It's a conversation that happens every time I visit this place.
"I keep telling you, I don't even know what that is."
"You're going to act like that again?"
Raven crosses her arms and glares at me.
But does she even know? That she just looks arrogant with her small stature.
I ask directly,
"Arrua Raven, what is the [Tears of the Goddess] that you're so obsessed with?"
At first, I thought she suspected me of being an evil spirit.
But judging by her behavior afterwards, that doesn't seem to be the case.
Just look at when she was asking about the pill and the letter.
If she had suspected me of being an evil spirit, it would have shown somehow during the conversation.
"...It's not because of the sacred relic."
She finally answers.
If she's not doing this because she suspects me of being an evil spirit, then what is her reason?
The answer is something I never expected.
"It's because of a book that contains information about that sacred relic."
"Book?"
"The Compendium of Rifts. You're not going to tell me you don't know about it, are you?"
No, even if you look at me like that, I really don't know...
"I understand if you want to keep the existence of that book a secret. I did the same. Knowledge becomes more valuable the fewer people know about it, right?"
"...So what do you want to say?"
"If you have that book or know where to find it, I want to buy it. The one I have is poorly preserved, so there are many parts I can't read."
Judging by her scholarly look, it doesn't seem like she's trying to test me with made-up stories...
Was it really because of the book?
"If that was your goal, you could have just asked me directly instead of beating around the bush."
"But in negotiations, the one who seems desperate always loses, right?"
Hmm, that's true.
As I'm nodding involuntarily, she confesses her true intentions.
"I was thinking of trying to negotiate as if it was no big deal once you admitted that you found the sacred relic. But it was useless since you already knew its value..."
"So you decided to take a direct approach."
"Yes. So, Mr. Yandel, can't you just be honest now?"
I contemplate for a moment.
Since I'm quite certain that the item I used back then was a sacred relic, insisting otherwise like before doesn't seem like a good idea.
It's better to admit what needs to be admitted.
"I obtained that [Tears of the Goddess] or whatever by breaking the statue in front of the fountain."
"As expected! I knew it!"
"But that's all."
"...Yes?"
As she looks flustered, I speak quickly,
"I broke it out of boredom while you guys were searching the surroundings, and it just came out."
"Then... you don't know about the book?"
She mutters with a blank expression and then snaps back to her senses,
"Wait a minute, there's a contradiction. If that's true, how could you even think of using something you didn't know about in that situation?"
It's a sharp question.
But I had already anticipated it, so my answer is smooth.
"The box had the goddess's symbol on it, so I assumed it was one of her items. And it actually worked."
"...Really?"
"I swear on my honor as a warrior that everything I just said is true."
As I even offer the modern man's oath, which is like a cheat code, Raven's expression turns gloomy.
"Then... what the hell was I doing?"
She seems to be filled with self-deprecation after realizing she was just shadowboxing alone.
I feel a bit sorry, but I also have this thought.
The players' community, 'Ghostbusters'.
I thought its biggest advantage was 'information exchange', but...
'Maybe it wasn't for other people.'
To some, I'm a player,
And to others, I'm an evil spirit.
That's why...
"I'm hungry, so I'll be on my way!"
I open the door and leave the room like a barbarian.
Misha, who follows me as my benefactor.
The dwarf who treats me like a friend.
And Ainar, who always encourages and admires me, saying that I'll become a great warrior.
They're all the same.
Bjorn, son of Yandel.
I can't be true to anyone with this body.
Well, I guess it wouldn't be much different even with Lee Hansu's body.
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After leaving the Magic Tower, I immediately go to the commercial district and pick up the completed magic underwear.
And then it's 5:00 PM.
It's a bit of an awkward time to end the day.
So I head to the library with my tired body.
Because that's at least a bit more productive than going back and resting.
"Parsityev."
I receive the magic from the librarian and head straight for the bookshelves.
There's no point in greeting her, as she wouldn't respond anyway, and I don't have the energy for that today.
But...
"...You've become famous, haven't you?"
The librarian, who usually finds it annoying to even exchange a word, speaks to me for some reason.
"It just happened."
I give a rough answer and leave.
I used to think it would be beneficial to befriend her since she's a mage...
'Actually, it's funny that I'm still concerned about that kind of thing now.'
I'm a 6th-grade explorer.
And I even gained the title of Little Balkan.
It's more than enough specs to join a team with a mage, and my current team already has a mage.
Although he's not from the Magic Tower...
'Judging by the fact that she's working as a librarian, she must be the same.'
I chuckle to myself.
It's because I know that no matter what excuses I make, it's just rationalization.
Thud-
A justification that only exists for the sake of righteousness.
In the end, my true feelings are different.
I just didn't want to do it.
I didn't want to calculate every single action and try to gain favor with others.
At least today, I'm a bit tired of that.
Therefore—
Thud-
…I stop walking towards the bookshelf.
And I face the problem I was avoiding instead of running away.
'It's natural for Ainar to say that the venom is gone.'
I have a problem.
It's a mental problem.
Maybe my body is feeling better, but the emotions that I thought had dried up are slowly resurfacing.
It's not good news for me, whose top priority is survival.
Then what's the solution?
'I don't know, let's just do what needs to be done.'
I turn around.
And I approach the librarian.
"Stop staring blankly and just tell me what you want to say."
"…How did you know I had something to say?"
"You just had that look in your eyes."
There are a few reasons, but I'm too lazy to explain.
As I stare at her with that feeling, the perceptive librarian concisely states her business.
"I have a friend who works in the administration. They're looking for an explorer to entrust with a request, so I recommended you."
"You recommended me?"
"Strictly speaking, I didn't recommend you. Your name just came up in conversation, and my friend asked me to set up a meeting with you. Of course, if you're busy or don't want to, you can refuse—"
"Alright, I'll meet them and hear them out."
The librarian nods slightly, looking at me with a surprised expression at my answer.
"Then I'll let my friend know."
A request…
It's about time for that kind of event to happen.
'So now I have a way to earn money in the city as well.'
It was a good thing I listened to her.
-x-X-x-
"Bjorn, are you going to the sanctuary again today?"
"There's something I couldn't finish yesterday. I'll be back in the evening, so don't slack off and practice."
As soon as day broke, I headed to the sanctuary to receive the 3rd stage engraving that I couldn't get yesterday.
The cost was the same as in the game, 2 million stones.
It was also consistent that you could get a characteristic imbued every time you went through a stage that was a multiple of 3 in the Spirit Engraving.
"Kuku, I've never seen a barbarian with so much money. You have three paths to choose from."
The shaman asked as I put the money into the jar.
"There is the Soul of Flame, the Soul of Steel, and the Soul of Wildness. Warrior, which will you choose?"
Just in case, I listened to the shaman's explanation, but there didn't seem to be any changes due to the reality patch.
Therefore...
"I will choose the Soul of Wildness."
I chose Wildness without hesitation.
It's because each of these characteristics is a core part of my shield barbarian build.
「3rd stage of Undying Engraving activated. Physical Resistance and Fire Resistance greatly increased.」
「Physical stat increased by +50.」
「The Soul of Wildness is imbued into your body.」
「Character's base threat level greatly increased.」
「[Wild Release] can be used.」
Threat level.
In other words, the probability of drawing monsters' aggro just by breathing has increased.
Also, I can now temporarily increase my threat level by 3 times using [Wild Release] and gain physical bonuses proportional to that increase.
'I used to only use it occasionally when I was building a greatsword barbarian.'
In the early days, I often used the Undying Engraving to compensate for the barbarian's lack of survivability.
However, [Wild Release] back then was a double-edged sword.
The stronger the character became, the more enemies swarmed.
Of course, it's different for a shield barbarian.
'No risk, high return.'
Monsters' aggro being drawn?
That's something to welcome as a tank.
And on top of that, physical stats increase?
It means increased stability, and...
If I use it together with [Gigantification], which greatly increases threat level, I can experience a real power boost, even if it's temporary.
'I didn't expect to finish [Gigantification] and the 3rd stage engraving in just 3 months.'
While I'm satisfied with my own growth, I also feel a bit bitter.
I was just struggling to survive...
And somehow, I ended up like this.
"Leave now, you must be tired."
It was 5:00 PM when I came out after receiving the Spirit Engraving.
Misha promised to grill beef for me, so I quickly stopped by the library to confirm the meeting time and then returned to the accommodation.
And...
After various experiments, I figured out the activation condition for [Wild Release].
"Behel—laaaaaaaaaa!!"
So this is how you use it.
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「Bjorn Yandel」
Level: 3
Physical: 380 (New +50) / Mental: 124 / Ability: 115
Item Level: 828
Total Combat Index: 822 (New +50)
Acquired Essences: Corpse Golem - Rank 7 / Vampire (Guardian) - Rank 5 / Orc Hero - Rank 5
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The next day, lunchtime.
I headed to the meeting place alone.
The shop's name was 'Promise of Flowing Water', so I wondered what kind of shop it was, but it turned out to be an ordinary dessert shop.
Damn it.
"...Barbarian?"
"What is it? Does the owner owe him a debt or something?"
Gazes gather as I open the door and enter.
It's even worse than the library.
It's not like I came to a place I shouldn't be.
"Mr. Bjorn, right? Over here!"
I don't think it's efficient to change locations, so I go to the designated seat and sit down.
"Are you the client?"
"Yes, I'm Shabin Emuer, a 7th-grade secretary at the Ravigion Administrative Office. Please call me Shabin."
"Alright."
Shabin Emuer.
She's human. I thought she would be young since she's my friend's friend, but she looks to be in her early thirties.
Her first impression is quite kind, but I'll find out her true personality once we start talking.
"I didn't order anything because I didn't know what you would like, what would you like to have?"
"Beer and grilled meat."
"...Yes?"
"It's fine if you don't have it. I don't like sweets."
"Ah, yes..."
I guess that's enough of the silent protest about why she called me to this kind of place...
Let's get to the point quickly.
"So what's the request?"
"Didn't Ragna tell you?"
"Ragna? Ah, you mean that librarian?"
Shabin flinches at my question, then nods as if she understands.
"You didn't know her name. Well... that's understandable, considering her personality. Her name is Ragna Ritaniyel Peprok. She's not a bad person, so don't be too angry."
There's nothing to be angry about.
I didn't even ask in the first place.
I mutter to myself,
"Ragna Ritaniyel Peprok..."
"It's Ritaniyel, not Ritaniyel."
Yeah, whatever.
Why is her name so hard to pronounce?
"...Is she a noble by any chance?"
"No, but..."
I ask involuntarily, and I get a somewhat strange response.
"I can't tell you the details. She'll definitely get angry if she finds out."
So there's a story, right?
"Just tell me about the request."
"It's a simple patrol request. Criminals and tax evaders sometimes hide in the sewers, so we need to patrol them periodically. But..."
Shabin trails off with a strange tone.
As if she's waiting for something.
"...But?"
I play along just in case, and Shabin continues her explanation as if she's been waiting for this.
"The explorers we used to entrust with patrol requests didn't return from the labyrinth this time, you see? As Mr. Bjorn knows..."
"...Knows?"
"There was a big incident on the 3rd floor, wasn't there? It seems like they got caught up in it! Oh, what a sad story, right?"
I don't know about it being a sad story, but I do know there's something wrong with this girl.
"So you decided to entrust the request to me."
"Yes. It's an official request from the administrative office, so we can't just give it to anyone. So while we were looking for the right person, Ragna told me about Mr. Bjorn!"
"I see."
I understand the general situation.
But...
"Why me? There must have been more suitable people."
From what I hear, it's practically a chore.
The administrative office must have been outsourcing the request to explorers.
The reward probably isn't that great either.
'It's not like those Evil Spirit Hunter bastards sent her...'
I inwardly consider even the worst-case scenario, but the answer is ridiculously simple.
"You're the hottest topic these days?"
"What?"
"Honestly, I was a bit curious. I also wanted to meet you in person..."
In other words, she used the excuse of an administrative office request to satisfy her personal curiosity.
"Ah, I'm going to pack some cookies from here later, is it okay if I brag to my colleagues that Mr. Bjorn gave them to me as a gift?"
"...Do as you please."
Judging by her bright expression, it doesn't seem like she's acting.
"So what do you think? The reward is only 200,000 stones, but it's not a bad offer for Mr. Bjorn either. It's a bit embarrassing to say this myself, but..."
Ugh, again?
Can't she just speak directly?
This is like playing with people.
"...It is, but...?"
I play along once more with a lifeless voice, and Shabin continues with a smile, as if she's enjoying it.
"Some people consider just receiving a request from the administrative office as a reward! Our selection criteria are a bit strict, so they think of it as a sign of being a verified talent, you know...?"
This time, her voice trails off upwards for some reason.
It seems like it's a bit awkward for her to explain it in a way that a barbarian can understand...
"It means my credibility will increase."
I'm a barbarian who possesses both the mind of a modern person and the body of a savage.
Shabin claps her hands as I summarize it briefly and concisely.
"Yes! That's right! Hmm, well... with your fame, Mr. Bjorn, I guess you would get requests from everywhere even without this."
"That's not exactly the case."
I smile bitterly.
It's been two weeks since I gained the title of Little Balkan.
Yet this is the first time someone has contacted me for a request.
I can roughly guess the reason.
'It's because I'm an unrefined barbarian.'
Being good at fighting is different from being good at work.
But maybe I can use this opportunity to change people's perception of me.
Of course, I can't stand out too much either...
"I'll take the request."
I finally make my decision.
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"Then I'll be on my way."
As soon as the explanation of the request's details is finished, the barbarian leaves without hesitation.
Shabin smiles as she watches him leave.
'He was an interesting person for once.'
She wondered why that girl mentioned someone else for once, but now she thinks she understands.
It's been a while since she had a conversation with someone so pure, and it makes her feel mentally at ease.
That girl must have felt something similar.
Even though it was just a passing remark...
It's been years since that girl mentioned another person first.
'Maybe I'm getting ahead of myself...'
But it's time for that girl to make a friend.
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Two days later.
Ten days before the labyrinth opens.
I arrive at the sewer entrance, guided by administrative office employees.
Somehow, I'm here with all the members of Team Misfits.
"...Bjorn, you didn't say it would smell this bad."
"I didn't know it would be this bad either. But you should have expected it to some extent since it's a sewer, right?"
"Th, that's true, but..."
This is what happened when I mentioned the request at yesterday's gathering.
[You don't have to share the reward. Exploring the sewers, a place with all sorts of ghost stories? Hahaha! How could I miss out on such an opportunity?]
[Is it okay if I tag along? My head has been hurting from reading books lately, it would be a good change of pace.]
[Hmm, the sewers must have a complicated layout, right? It would be perfect for testing out my new abilities.]
[You said criminals hide there? It might be dangerous to go alone.]
Everyone seemed bored from training every day and wanted to come along.
So I just said okay.
There's no reason to refuse free labor when they even said they don't need a share of the reward.
'Rotmiller, the scout, will be quite helpful, at least...'
I hand the map I received from the administrative office employee to Rotmiller and attach the video recording device to the slot on my helmet to record the patrol process.
Then the preparations are complete.
"Let's get going."
I take the lead and open the iron gate.
And I descend the damp stairs into the underground.
By the time I reach the last step, it's so dark that I have to light a torch.
"It's more spacious than I expected?"
"That's why there are people who live here in hiding. Hahaha!"
Sewage flows slowly, and there's a ditch next to it.
The torch flickers, creating a somewhat eerie atmosphere.
"This way."
I follow Rotmiller's guidance and walk carefully along the ditch to avoid falling into the water. The surroundings become noticeably darker as we move away from the entrance.
"You know that ghost story about a terrifying monster living in the sewers...?"
The dwarf laughs and spreads rumors, as if he's enjoying it.
Misha and Dwarkey listen intently.
"Dwarkey, do you think there really are monsters?"
"I heard that waste from the Magic Tower also flows into the sewers. If reagents or monster corpses were to mix randomly and react in some way, it's possible that such monsters could be created."
"Uh, is that really true?"
What does he mean, 'really true'?
Our predecessor received 150,000 stones per visit and went in and out of the sewers for 2 years without any problems, so realistically, how could there be such things?
Splash, splash-
I sigh inwardly and move my feet carefully.
But is it because of the ghost stories that the dwarf kept talking about?
The sound of my footsteps seems particularly loud.
'With five of us here like this, it feels like we've entered a dungeon.'
Damn it, nothing will really happen, right?
-x-X-x-
After walking through the sewers for a while, keeping an eye on the surroundings…
The dwarf and Misha start to get fed up.
"There's really nothing here."
"I know, right? I wish something would appear soon…"
They were so eager to come along.
What were they expecting?
"I told you, it's just a request where we walk around once and then leave."
This request is simple.
We just need to wear the borrowed video recording device on our heads, walk around the designated route once, and check if there are any people hiding.
Well, there could be battles in the process, but…
'The predecessor said he found less than 30 people in 2 years.'
The frequency of encountering strangers is low.
And even if we do encounter someone, it's not like we have to chase after them and fight.
"Huh? We don't have to chase them?"
"I heard there's a bonus if we capture them, but there's no need to obsess over it."
"Why?"
Because the request I received was 'sewer patrol'.
Subjugation or capture will be handled by the administrative office after they review the video recordings and send new personnel.
"I see…"
Just as I'm explaining the request to Misha…
Rotmiller, who was leading the group, suddenly stops.
"I have a feeling there's something nearby."
It's a baseless mumbling based on intuition.
But at his words, everyone starts looking around.
Since it's a sewer filled with a pungent smell, his olfactory stats won't be as effective as before, but…
Rotmiller's Sixth Sense stat increased by +50 and his Luck stat increased by +20 thanks to the Mimic's essence.
"Uh! Th, there's someone over there!"
Misha points to one spot and shouts.
I follow her gaze and see a man with a flustered expression.
'Huh, how did she even see that?'
It's a gap that's barely big enough for one person to squeeze through.
The man is hiding inside, curled up like a shrimp.
"Eek!!"
I reach in and grab the man by the collar, pulling him out.
He's quite tall, but since he's so skinny, it feels like I'm holding a goblin.
His actions are also not much different from a goblin's.
"Die!!"
The man thrusts the dagger he was holding tightly in his hand as soon as he's pulled out.
It's a good attempt.
If you want to live, you have to try everything, right?
"Keugh!!!!"
The battle ends as soon as I grab his wrist holding the dagger and twist it.
"Why were you hiding here?"
The man quickly changes his attitude at my question.
"Pl, please spare me! Please! I, I haven't harmed anyone, I just don't have any money, that's all!"
It's not the answer I was hoping for, but…
If I had to interpret it, it means he ran away because he couldn't pay his taxes.
No one believes his words, though.
"It reminds me of old times! Even when I was working at the blacksmith's, thugs with tattoos like these used to come by often. Hahaha!"
It's different from the geometric patterns of barbarian tattoos.
His skin is covered in tattoos of skulls, naked women, and monster figures.
Of course, I don't judge a person's inner self by their appearance.
But…
"Bjorn, look at the brand on his forehead. He's definitely a criminal who escaped to the sewers."
The brand on his forehead, hidden under his hood, is proof that he committed a heinous crime that couldn't even be covered by a 'fine'.
There's no room for sympathy.
Well, the outcome wouldn't have been much different even if he were a tax evader.
"Bjorn, what are we going to do with him?"
"Well…"
"The administrative office must have given you some guidelines, right?"
Hmm, they did give me some advice.
The basic principle is to capture and bring them back, but if we properly recorded the video, it's okay to kill them and leave them in the sewers.
"They said it's okay to kill him? What if he's an ordinary person?"
"There's no way an ordinary person would have wandered into this place."
"Hahaha! As expected of the ruthless administrative office!"
Well, I think it's more like they're being considerate of ruthless explorers, but…
That's not what we need to worry about now.
"So what are you going to do?"
"Let's take him with us for now."
If I were alone, it might be different…
But since we're here with five people, we have extra hands.
And besides, there's a 5,000 stone bonus for bringing them back alive.
"Pl, please let me go! Just pretend you didn't see me and move on. I only ended up like this because I was trying to make a living—"
"Enough."
There's no need for a long-winded conversation.
Whether he's a tax evader or a criminal, or if he committed a crime for unavoidable reasons…
So what?
"I received a request. So I'm taking you with me. They'll make the judgment."
"…Damn it! You fucking assholes! What's the difference between you and me!"
There is a difference.
If there wasn't, would you be begging me like this?
"Dwarkey, shut him up."
"Ah, alright."
Dwarkey then uses the [Paralysis Poison] spell he recently learned to silence the man.
His body stiffens.
I sling the man over my shoulder like a sack of rice and continue walking.
After about an hour…
"Rotmiller, how much further do we have to go?"
"We're about halfway there."
"Eek? There's still half left?"
Misha sighs as if she regrets coming along.
And then she asks as if she's curious about something,
"But Dwarkey, why are you so fine? Last time, you were throwing up and everything."
"Huhu, about that? I actually learned a spell that prevents me from smelling. It turns out it's considered essential among mages who have experience exploring the labyrinth."
"Ooh, I see. But you can't cast it on others?"
"Uh… that is, I'm not used to spell modifications yet…"
Dwarkey, who was proudly explaining his new spell, trails off.
I chuckle.
It's not that he's not used to it, it's that he can't do it.
'Spell modification' is practically the bread and butter of Magic Tower mages.
Although they teach basic spells for a fee, they never reveal the methods for modifying magic or creating new spells to outsiders—
"Le, let's make a deal! If you let me go, I'll give you information!"
The man suddenly starts shouting and struggling, as if the duration of [Paralysis Poison] has ended.
"Information?"
I stop Dwarkey, who's about to cast [Paralysis Poison] again, and ask, and the man hurriedly continues,
"That crazy bitch! If you capture that crazy bitch, you'll get a much bigger reward than me!!"
"Bjorn, why are you listening to him? He's obviously just trying to survive."
I think so too, but…
One word particularly catches my ear.
"…Crazy bitch? Tell me more."
It's worth listening to.
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Negotiation.
It's the act of persuading and discussing to reach a decision.
It's both rational and absurd.
Unless the relationship is equal, someone will inevitably be at a disadvantage.
Just like this.
"…I need a promise before I tell you anything!"
"Dwarkey, just make him like before—"
"I'll, I'll talk!!"
The man starts rambling, as if he doesn't want to miss this opportunity.
"There are many others living in these sewers besides me. They usually avoid the patrol routes, so you don't see them often…"
"Keep it short."
"…A few days ago, some crazy bitch took over my hideout."
To summarize the man's story…
He was living comfortably in the sewers, but a woman came and took over his place.
She wasn't an ordinary woman.
She was accompanied by skeletons, so he couldn't do anything and had to flee.
"Skeletons? Isn't she just someone who absorbed the essence of a Necramia?"
Misha tilts her head, using the 7th-grade monster Necramia as an example.
However, the man seems certain.
"I don't know what exactly it is. But! It was completely different from the skeletons that appear in the labyrinth! I used to be an explorer, so I'm sure of it!"
"So what's your point?"
"She must be using some evil black magic. If you hand her over to the temple, you'll definitely get a reward. A reward incomparable to mine!"
I contemplate for a moment.
The timing is too coincidental to just ignore.
A woman who uses evil black magic and hid in the sewers a few days ago…
"…Could it be that woman?"
"Elisa Behenk. Indeed, if that woman wanted to escape, there would be no other choice than this place."
Rotmiller and the dwarf gulp and say something, as if they had the same thought.
'Damn it, is it really her?'
I need to find out more.
There's not enough evidence to be sure yet.
"What did she look like? Tell me in detail."
"She was wearing a robe and covering her face with a hood, so I couldn't see her clearly. I only knew she was a woman from her figure and voice, that's all."
"I see."
"Ah! I just remembered, she was wearing a very unique necklace…"
"What kind of necklace?"
"It's hard to explain in words…"
I have a hunch and quickly take out something from my backpack.
It's the Karui Church symbol I found while rummaging through Hans's backpack.
"Was it this shape?"
"Yes! That's it!"
I let out a sigh as I see the man nodding eagerly.
The possibility that it's really her has increased significantly.
"What are we going to do?"
"I'm thinking."
"Hahaha, what's there to think about! Let's go catch her and deliver justice!"
Justice my ass, he's just greedy for the reward.
Anyway, if the dwarf is the radical one, Rotmiller is the moderate one.
"I think it's best to go back to the administrative office and report it officially. We don't even know for sure if it's that woman, so there's no need for us to take the risk."
Indeed, both opinions are valid.
If we capture her ourselves, we'll get the reward, and if we don't want to take the risk, we can just report it and leave the case to others.
But…
'Something feels off.'
If the crazy woman this man mentioned is really Elisa Behenk, it's especially unsettling to just go back like this.
Elisa Behenk is not just a 'bastard'.
She's a bastard with a grudge against me.
I was worried that she might be up to something in the shadows.
'Even if the administrative office or the temple cooperates and sends people, it will take at least a few days…'
If she escapes in the meantime…
I'll have to keep feeling this way.
"I want to confirm it, what do you guys think?"
Misha immediately agrees to my suggestion.
Dwarkey, who was neutral, also casts a vote in favor, following his best friend the dwarf's decision.
And even Rotmiller, who I was worried about, readily agrees to the majority vote.
"Four of you think the same way, so I'll follow along. But before that, how about we finish the patrol request first?"
"You're right, let's do that."
We then move more quickly and finish patrolling the route designated by the administrative office.
"Where is your hideout? Lead the way."
"I need a promise that you'll let me live."
"If it's the woman we're looking for, or if we judge that you're worth it, we'll let you go."
"Alright, follow me."
"Wait, put this on first."
"Huh…?"
What do you mean, 'huh'?
I tie the man's waist tightly with rope. And I hold the long end of the rope tightly in my hand like a dog leash.
Because it would be a pain if he runs away, right?
"Alright, now lead the way."
"…It's a path that's not on the map, so follow me closely."
The man then starts finding his way through this maze-like sewer.
And I realize that the structure is really complex.
Until now, we've only been walking along the main paths where sewage flows, but…
If you squeeze through a narrow gap that looks like a wall, you find a new space, there are forks in the path, and there are even places where you have to climb up through holes in the ceiling.
So here's a question that comes to mind.
"Why were you hiding in a place like that and got caught?"
"…I was looking for a new hideout. And then I heard you guys from afar and had to hide quickly, so I had no choice."
I see, he's quite unlucky.
"We're here."
The place where the man stops is a spot with a hole about 2 meters in diameter.
I don't know what purpose this terrain was designed for, but it seems like a large space appears if you follow the path below the hole.
"Everyone, lower your voices from now on."
"Huhu, this is getting exciting."
Unlike the dwarf, who seems excited, and Misha, who seems a bit scared, I'm not particularly anxious.
Coincidentally, we're not alone, but all five of us came down to the sewers together.
And we're all much stronger than before.
If the woman hiding down there is Elisa Behenk…
"Hey, are there any escape routes inside?"
"There's no other entrance besides this hole."
…we'll finally be able to show her what justice is.