Chapter 1 – Abandoned Mercenaries -1-
Two years ago, one day when I was working part-time and eating only ramen to survive, I was suddenly thrown into a stupid game.
I couldn’t speak the language, and I wasn’t even given a lot of strength or talent for swordsmanship or magic.
I was happy.
Because I, who had never been in a relationship before, was thrown into this world and immediately got a girlfriend with a Western appearance.
In addition, I was dragged right before playing the original game, so I didn’t know who the main character was or even the purpose.
Whether the main character who must be living somewhere kills the king or the devil has nothing to do with me anyway.
I wasn’t interested in any of the dicks.
It would be nice to just calmly raise potatoes, propose to a beautiful woman, give birth to a child, heal like that, and then die.
But the object of my destiny, she died.
In this world, only one person is destined for a lifetime.
You may think that being the object of fate is a bitch, but this damn world was in a pure love game.
From the day the pure love target died, I couldn’t have sex with anyone.
“Fuck.”
It was too much for the punishment of illegally downloading a cheap game.
Didn’t give it to me from the start, or where is the point of taking it away after giving it?
I really, fucking hate this world.
Drooling.
I got up from my old chair in the mercenary office and put my beer mug in the small bar.
The only benefit given to a retired mercenary was a glass of beer.
The bartender takes my glass as lukewarm as a beer.
‘Sister bee.’
After she died, I, who had become alone, didn’t want to do pointless peasant work anymore, so I immediately got rid of it and crawled into the city of Tallard to become a mercenary.
Now, about two years have passed.
I held the mercenary plaque carved into a piece of wood in my hand and stared at it blankly, then sighed.
“Ha.”
Lung class.
That’s the rank engraved on my mercenary plaque.
‘No matter what, what’s a waste grade?’
To my shame, I haven’t had a single promotion in a long time.
‘Let’s move quickly.’
Yesterday, there was no proper work, so if you waste even today, there is a high probability that you will starve sooner or later.
I didn’t want to do that, so I moved my body to the bulletin board where the requests were stuck, and the mercenaries who came first were skimming through the requests.
“For a moment! Don’t push!”
“Get in line, Sipal.”
Regardless of gender, they approached and lined up behind the guys who were scanning the bulletin board with their necks stretched out like young cranes.
While looking around, I approached the back of a female mercenary wearing very short leather pants.
This mercenary, not the request board, was my purpose.
Standing behind the female mercenary who was repeatedly pushing and being pushed back and forth like that, I massaged her butt as if it were natural.
Well.
Both the buttocks and leather were well-maintained, so the tactile feel was considerable.
“Yes? What!”
Surprised by my hand movements, the mercenary turned his head and asked,
“Ah, this is buried. I’m sorry if you felt offended.”
She opened her mouth slightly as I held out a few weeds she had picked earlier.
“I’m sorry, thank you. Where did you bury them?”
Shaking her head in disbelief, she began to scan the bulletin board again.
‘Sick.’
I’m talking to myself, not to the mercenary who gave up my ass.
An asshole thrown into an asshole world.
This action is the start of my daily routine.
In a normal world, my actions would have resulted in being stabbed or dragged away by the guards.
But I’ve never been driven to a pervert.
These bastards would never engage in sex-related acts with anyone unless they were already or someday destined to come.
So there was no such thing as sex crime.
‘I don’t know if he masturbates.’
Having a friend to ask such a thing was a luxury for a low-level mercenary.
I don’t know if they’ll answer that I’m asking those bastards with pure love disease.
After waiting for a while while slowly chewing on the touch of his buttocks, the area around the bulletin board became a little quieter.
I raised my head and scanned the request board.
『Goblin Subjugation Request』
Evidence – Green goblin ears that appear near Gardale in the southern town
Compensation – Differential payment on a first-come, first-served basis in proportion to the set budget
This must have been the reason why the mercenaries were more crowded than usual.
The exact reward is not written, but usually these large-scale subjugation requests are carried out by the lord, so the rewards were very generous.
‘Goblin….’
The first request I accepted after becoming a mercenary was to subdue the goblins.
I tried to crush all the heads of the goblins known as the weakest in the sadness and anger of losing my lover, but I fled after being lynched and slashed by the evil goblins.
Thanks to that, I burned all of her legacy to pay for her treatment.
Fuck.
The weakest in this world was me, not the goblin.
He let out a small sigh, took out his mercenary card, and approached the receptionist.
There won’t be any quests I can accept on that quest board anyway.
“Are you looking for a porter?”
The receptionist, who was sorting out the requests, raised his head.
‘Five.’
It was summer, so it was hot, so the eyes were happy thanks to the outfit that half of the chest was exposed.
“Ah! Thanks to the goblin request, we are able to find a porter. Well, the lungs are… I like this mercenary.”
I get depressed when I hear the word lung grade.
I read the small piece of paper she held out with her drooping eyes.
―Nardil Mercenary Corps―
Recruit 2 couriers of any rank
20 dinars per day
If you pay 20 dinars, you can get away with a night’s sleep and one meal at a cheap inn.
“Is there anything that pays higher?”
“Yes. As you know… At least the Nardil mercenaries pay well. I already saved one of the two.”
I can’t help it.
If you hesitate, even this will be taken away.
“All right. Please register.”
Since the porter is not included in the performance, it is in fact a daily wage for a living, but the money to last a day comes in.
I was in a hurry for a piece of bread to eat right now.
In order to build up performance, I, a destitute, have to complete the quests to collect herbs or find a bastard who has left the house, but if I’m not lucky, I won’t get a fucking penny.
The only quests that an obsolete mercenary could accept were such trashy things.
“I’m Ed, a scrapped mercenary.”
She held out her mercenary plaque to the receptionist, reciting the common name she had given her two years earlier.
* * *
Could it be because I was born in winter?
I liked winter better than summer.
No, actually, I just hated that it was summer.
“Whoa, really fucking! I’ll follow….”
The whole body sweats
I felt like I could smell the shit that came from the armpit of a foreigner who was holding the handle on the subway in the past.
“Does it hold up pretty well?”
Nardil, the leader of the mercenary corps, glanced over at me with his arms crossed.
Nardil is the leader of this mercenary corps with only two members and my employer today.
“Hey, yes. Even if you have a lung level, you should have good physical strength.”
Clinging to the ground, panting like a dog, he responded to Nardil.
It would be a pity if someone talked to you when you were having a hard time like you are now, but Nardil is an exception.
To be honest, when I looked at those big breasts, my strength soared like a beaten donkey.
“Hey, garbage waste. Get up when you get enough rest.”
Delton, the second member of the mercenary corps, told me.
I was so envious of my dry and ugly Delton chew.
At first glance, this bastard is a bastard who can kick a dog with just one bat, but he is a bastard who acts as a pillar because Nardil was decided as the target of fate.
Fucking, a heroine with dog dicks, Gacha Fucking Game.
“Yes.”
It was clear that if I stretched out anyway, the tension would be relieved and it would become more difficult, so I immediately got up and lifted various loads.
A share for two porters thanks to the escape of a poor porter like me a little while ago.
“Ugh!”
There was a reason that the lung class was the lung class.
Except for me.
‘Life sucks.’
Intermittently facing a couple of goblins, two mercenaries stabbed them to death.
A battle where Delton only gets the last blow when Nardil inflicts a fatal wound.
When a goblin appears, I put down my pack, grab a dagger the size of a dick, and watch for another group of goblins approaching. When the hunt is over, I cut off the ear of the goblin that stumbled and stuff it into a sack.
Being a porter, you don’t just have to carry your luggage, you have to do all sorts of miscellaneous things.
That’s why a porter is always essential.
“I have to go back soon.”
Nardil said to Delton as he wiped the goblin blood off his longsword.
“Already? The sun is still far from setting.”
“You should also consider the condition of the porters. I was worried about the guy who ran away earlier, but I’m glad.”
Kind-hearted Nardil.
As I watched the sweat on my collarbone run down my breastbone, it was time to say thank you.
“Nardil, why do we have to think about the condition of a junk porter? It’s attractive that you’re kind, but sometimes you feel like an idiot when you do this.”
Delton, whose only thing to do was to confirm and kill the dying goblin, approaches me scratching the pimples on his face.
“Hey, old bastard. Can you hold out any longer? If you want to get money, hold on well. If it’s hard, put down your luggage and turn off.”
Only things related to sex crimes were missing from the head, but there were always overflowing with these bullies.
In the meantime, there have been times where I have been beaten and kicked out without receiving any money.
Even if he asked for help from the mercenary office, it was useless as he only talked about formalities.
I belonged to the socially underprivileged.
“Delton.”
Nardil opened his mouth in a cold voice that subsided for a moment.
“I am the leader. Keep in mind Because we are at work.”
Delton scratched his head in frustration and tried to reply, but Nardil continued his words.
“That porter served two people today, and thanks to that, we hunted without a hitch. Now, when I go back, I’ll give you two wages. Any complaints? If so, tell me now.”
After all, there are no bad guys among women with big breasts.
After seeing Nardil’s cold expression, Delton opens her mouth.
“Whoa, I don’t know. Do as you please.”
At the same time, perhaps my pride was hurt, I kicked the luggage I had piled up and shamelessly explored the surroundings.
Nasty fucking shit.
Alone, Nardil approached me.
“Take it in moderation.”
Then, she wipes her breastbone with a piece of cloth, as if it’s itchy from the sweat.
“No. It doesn’t matter. Thank you.”
Today, I decided on my daughter’s breasts.
