Chapter 2 – 2 – Sometimes Joining Is More Problematic Than Being Kicked Out.
‘Thank you for being at our party for 6 years, you asshole.’
‘The contract is over, so it’s up to you whether you get drunk or not.’
‘Don’t even think about going near my women from now on. They said that all porters are promiscuous and gangsters, and there was nothing wrong with that.’
That’s what the hero who laughed at me and fired me said. As I listened to him blankly, he poured out as if there was nothing he couldn’t say. I didn’t do anything wrong to him.
Its name is ‘Adamantone’. They habitually called me a scoundrel and a gangster, but it’s actually hard to find a gangster as big as him.
The problem isn’t just that you’re used to using people around you as a toilet to drain your emotions. He’s a crazy guy who puts his hand on the hilt of his sword whenever he says something.
Who says porters are arrogant? Isn’t it the specialty of warriors, not helpers, to trust only in strength and act like a gangster?
‘Don’t even think about receiving your overdue salary. The contract is over, right? By the way, do you have to pay back the 100,000 gold for the hydra bone within this year? If you miss even one day, all your organs will be removed on New Year’s Day.’
‘Take my words to heart. If I don’t want to be chased away by my family without even a mouse or a bird knowing. ‘It’s not a problem to quietly get rid of a porter.’
A death threat in the middle of a busy downtown area of the royal capital. He turned out to be a great hero.
Honestly, there’s only one thing that damn idiot is better than me. [Warrior] Innate fighting ability thanks to aptitude.
Well, it is a world where aptitude is everything. The so-called ‘golden aptitudes’ do well even if they lack a few people, but the ‘dirt aptitudes’ have to work hard to find work and struggle to survive.
Adamantone also comes from a family of warriors for generations, so he has a lot of money and a strong background. He also has his family’s connections to aristocratic society and the Church of the Sun. Like most warriors.
There are guys like that. No matter how much I hold a grudge against them, they seem to survive without even a trace of life wear and tear. What a fucking world.
Eventually, the mouth of that unlucky and mean bastard changes shape like slime and turns into lips like a velvet doll.
‘Tan Bhan Thai.’
And they say something similar. No, it’s probably going to be much more painful.
‘I don’t need you anymore. ‘Don’t follow me.’
A long time ago. When we were much younger. Announcement of expulsion from the blue-haired warrior Thena.
Even though I know this is a dream, the shock deeply pierces my heart.
The sound of words that seemed almost inaudible became a blade of betrayal from a long time ago and was deeply embedded in my heart. Still not selected.
It’s unfair, but it’s natural. The warrior’s sword can only be drawn by a warrior.
It is not something that a despised porter can carry.
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“Fuck you all like dogs…Damn warriors…”
The porter’s role is to assist the party. So, this sleep-talking goes against my usual professionalism. But what can I do if I just talk about it in my sleep? There is a lot of resentment and poison built up inside me.
If I’m this drunk, the place I’m probably passed out in is a smelly cell in a cheap inn, or somewhere in a dirty bar alley where people like Hero wouldn’t stop by. There is no way former party members, who are children of high-ranking people, would come to a place like that on purpose, so if not now, then when will they criticize me?
A sonorous voice passed by my ears as I struggled between dream and reality.
[···I hope good luck to the warriors who use it. Our transcontinental train starts at 11 a.M. Today…]
“···What?”
I think I heard something I shouldn’t have said in the alley behind the bar.
But the hangover hit me in the head first and knocked me down. Before I could even process what was being said.
“Ah… Mr…”
I prefer former creatures to exiles. Doesn’t the fact that the former being was banished even disappear?
When I wake up, I see that I have been reborn, and the [Hero] Aptitude mark appears when I touch the aptitude crystal ball. Stay strong until you die of old age. Well, that kind of genre.
Then there will be no need to bow down to the swordsmen like you have done so far. Are there one or two porters who make a mistake while traveling and get stabbed by hero guys?
It would be better because you would be leaving behind a terrible hangover in your old body. Pleasure itself without responsibility.
However, the painful sensation of a body filled with the smell of alcohol still belongs to Tan Bantai, who possesses the [Porter] Trait. An unemployed man who owes 100,000 gold, all he has is two balls and healthy limbs.
The sunlight outside the particularly dark window is dazzling. As I rub my tired eyelids, realization dawns on me.
‘This doesn’t look like a bed in an inn or a dirty corner of an alley.’
The bottom of my buttocks shakes. I’ve traveled around the world working as a porter, but I’ve never seen a bed that vibrates to wake you up in the morning… Wait a minute.
What is popular?
“Are you all asleep, idiot?”
I had a seizure and fell down the chair. And only then did I realize that I was sleeping on a train seat.
The young woman sitting across from her chuckles.
“I try hard.”
Fortunately, it’s not the annoying gangster Adamantone or the two years who falsely accused me. My heart sinks at the low, clean beauty that compares to the warrior’s piglet-like snort.
But because of the word ‘idiot’, for a moment I almost thought they were those kids. I said, suppressing my heart pounding in learned fear.
“Who are you?”
“Yes, escort. Who could it be? “Your brain is so drowned in alcohol that you don’t even know where you’re going, right now?”
“Escort…?”
The unfamiliar girl laughs again. There was venom on his face.
It’s so rude when we meet for the first time. When I opened it slowly, it looked like it was a few years younger than me.
If that’s the case, it would mean that there is someone who believes like that idiot Adamantone.
A professional porter’s eyes examine each other’s details without even realizing it.
Neat appearance. Elongated limbs. He may have come from a family of martial people who were trained in a wealthy environment.
There is no sign of leaning on the bone. It means that although it is not thicker than a man, its muscles are very strongly trained. It’s just not visible because it’s covered in a fancy suit.
The fangs between the snickering lips are quite sharp. The rare orange-blonde hair also stands out. I paused.
“No way···?”
Without realizing it, my eyes turned to the chair.
A long tail coming out from behind the buttocks and hanging over the seat.
The fluffy tail fur has dark spotted patterns that seem to show off that it is a predator.
“By any chance… ‘Tigris’?”
“Talk more. “It’s fun.”
The Tigris are a fighting people that only a few people live in the White Beak Mountains in the east.
A human-shaped beast grins viciously, baring all its teeth. I drank it all and was crushed in my seat like a can that had been stepped on.
“Why, ‘ordinary human’? Are you dissatisfied with my origins?”
“No, no. “There can be no complaints.”
Tigris. A crazy people who defy gravity with bare feet, jump high into the sky, and tear apart manticores with their bare hands.
People speak with awe and fear. They are said to be born with the soul of a tiger.
We don’t know if this is really the case, but as strong as carnivores they are, they are also famous for violent assaults. I crouched in the corner as best as I could so as not to offend.
Why on earth was Tigris and I riding in the same compartment on an unknown train…
[···One order table will be assigned to each room. Today’s lunch menu for our transcontinental train is…]
It was a transcontinental train. Riding in the same compartment of the transcontinental train…
My head turned white. What is a crossing train?
“Wait. “What is happening now?”
“What’s the wait?”
“Where are we? “Where are you going?”
The Tigris girl shrugged her shoulders.
“On top of a moving train. I’m heading west across the central part of the continent. Ask early too. “Turn this over.”
The Tigris woman rummaged through her backpack, and she threw something that looked like a ball of fur at me.
Oh, it stings. She barely missed the object that hit her chest with a loud sound.
“Khehe. “What is this?”
“Can you only ask questions? “If you look at it, you don’t know what it is, right?”
A ponytail wig is attached to a hair band on her head.
Judging by the magic formula engraved on the inside of the band, it certainly looks like a magic tool with some purpose.
“Write it upside down.”
“Why should I use a magic tool that I don’t even know what it is?”
Tigris silently told me if I should use it. I swallowed my saliva and obeyed without a word as my fingernails sprouted from my clenching grip.
“Use it before someone comes in, kid. “Because it’s not a harmful artifact.”
One common sense. A simple sentence written on a single line of a headband is not enough to create a technique that could hurt someone.
I tried to reassure myself by repeating that fact. To forget that sometimes things outside of common sense happen.
The moment I turned the band over so that my ponytail was sticking out on the back of my head, a train attendant opened the cabin door and came in.
The fierceness disappeared from the faces of the fighting people in an instant.
“Have you ordered a meal?”
“Yes. “I think two servings of egg salad would be enough.”
The calm and bewitching smile that was completely absent from the sharp expression just a moment ago. I quickly hid my tail, wondering where it had gone. Her appearance and appearance believable even if she were a noblewoman somewhere.
The flight attendant tilted her head as she looked at me turning white.
“Are you experiencing any discomfort, Lady?”
···Are you talking about me?
“What are you saying to me?”
“No, no.” “There is nothing, don’t worry.”
Tigris looks back at me and smiles. I was able to read the invisible living. ‘Three, two,’.
“Doesn’t exist.”
The flight attendant, my only hope, left with a professional message to let me know at any time if there was any inconvenience or need.
Like a ship passing by a shipwrecked person on a deserted island before they can shout for help.
“Have a nice trip. “Space 3-2-2, egg salad for two ‘females.'”
I was startled by the voice of the crew member conveying orders to the assistant, and I couldn’t properly feel sorry for the fact that the rescue ship had left. Are you calling me a woman? It must not be that difficult for a blind person to become a flight attendant.
“···What did the flight attendant say as we just left? “Is it true that you said there were two women?”
“I definitely said it was two women. “You heard right.”
“No, I’m pretty good-looking, but I don’t look like someone who would mistake me for a woman.”
Tigris sneered rudely.
“He looked a little dainty. But it’s thanks to the artifact I just gave you.”
“You mean this headband?”
“Okay. It has the ability to fool you into thinking you are a woman. Something like perception distortion magic. “It’s something I found with difficulty in a dungeon.”
“…Why is that necessary?”
The orange blonde’s smile grows wider. Jewel-like yellow eyes are bent with scorn.
Like a well-fed predator that watches its prey run away to the cliff on its own without bothering to stop it.
An ominous feeling creeps all the way to the top of my head.
“We need it for where we’re going.”
“Fucked.”
“This bastard. Be careful about your mouth in front of ladies…No. There’s no need for that. “Everyone will see you as a woman.”
Novels that begin with the word “Fucked” Have become common. Most of them are the type of novels that people read to forget the fucked up reality.
Why do people in fucked-up reality prefer fucked-up introductions?
Are we dreaming of a good world where the word “Fucked” Is just a special situation?
Or are you trying to forget the mess of everyday life with a special mess that is far from reality?
Either way, it’s probably because the world is ultimately boring and universally fucked up.
And now, I have doubts. I wonder if I might have been possessed by such a novel.
Because I was really fucked up enough to forget the trivial fucked up reality until yesterday.
“What are you thinking?”
“Yes?”
“Will you be able to do well in the future if you are already in a daze?”
The name of the Tigris girl who escorted me was ‘Eshen Taiga.’
He was a class A combatant in a new party that I had accidentally joined.
“Blanket···.”
If you ask ‘Yes?’ One more time, Eshen’s expression looks like he’ll immediately turn his head.
While drunk, I quickly answered while holding the contract I had stamped with my thumb in my arms.
“I will work harder than anyone else in the world.”
“That’s right. “If the debt is 100,000 and the person received 20,000 as a down payment on the contract.”
Eshen said, munching on sausages as a snack.
“You have to do it really well, not just work hard. I’m especially worried about adaptation. “Why, there is such a thing.”
“Which one do you mean?”
“Yeocho avoids work.”
The boss pointed to the camp with his chin. A large group of hundreds of people was moving around busily. The scale is incomparable to the last party, which had only four or five people.
The cooks who carry the stew are human. She is a woman
A dwarf blacksmith can also be seen trying to join broken iron in a field forge. But she is also a woman.
A group of rabbit beastmen who laugh and throw away their sweat-soaked jackets. Female.
The elf put down his bow, pulled up his chest sleeve, and fanned himself with his hand inside it. As expected, even the people sitting around and giggling are women.
There was no doubt whatsoever that a man somewhere would see it and turn his head in surprise.
Of course. Not only them, but all of them, without exception, were women.
‘···This is right?’
“At our special monster extermination and elimination party, you are the only male. Are you sure you’re okay?”
No words come out. I closed my eyes tightly and thought.
Iknow, right. I’m very anxious about that too.
