Chapter 124 – The Celebration and the Beginning of the Wind (4)
Mithril.
The hardest and most expensive metal on the market.
In terms of price, it was an item that would not be sold even if it was 5 times the same weight of pure gold.
‘Hmm.’
I almost fell asleep trying to remove the cloth in my hand.
The silver mass seen inside might look like iron to someone who doesn’t have eyes to see. If it had been before I had awakened the inspiration to see mana, I might not have recognized it.
No, honestly, I didn’t even know until I touched it.
It was because no mana leaked out of the mithril before it touched the skin.
Mithril is said to hold onto mana tightly and keep it from spilling out, but today was the first time I actually saw it.
A rare metal with high mana sensitivity!
That was the reason mithril was such a precious metal.
‘Ordinary metal refuses mana.’
Isn’t it metal that is created when rocks are compressed in the ground?
The metals containing the powerful earth’s mana bounced off other mana without absorbing it. Just like water on a fire.
‘So if I want to cast magic on metal, I have no choice but to keep putting mana into it.’
It was for this reason that the wooden amulet was separately attached to Tabula’s iron mask.
It was because of the limits of this metal that the blacksmith Clara had a hard time running a specialized metal shop.
‘Unless it’s a rare metal like mithril, I can’t infuse enchantment, but rare metals are fucking expensive.’
Price? Monster materials are much cheaper.
Intensity? The monster material is much different.
Offense power? It is stronger to cast enchantments on monster materials.
‘That’s why Mithril is a piece of shit.’
It receives mana well, but it is metal. The material is strong and light, and refining is simple.
It has a strong personality, so it is easier to clean than weapons or armor made of monster materials, which have different grooming methods for each equipment. There’s really only one fucking advantage.
Why is mithril the highest ranked metal in the adventurer class? It’s because this mithril is such a damn metal!
“Oh my!! Thank you!! As expected, mithril class adventurers have a special distribution!!”
As a result, I also became a low posture due to the spinal reflex.
Like my counterpart who received 5 nights and 6 days of fucking reward vacation, I became a squid fried on a gas fire!
“Yes.”
However, Nefertiti only answers meekly to flattery filled with my sincerity.
No, like the pigtailed farmer Elf who lives somewhere, people here become eunuchs when their strength is strong. I don’t know why everyone is so cool.
‘Anyway, dog profit!’
I let her mouth get caught in her ear by the light heaviness of the mithril.
Mithril had a fair amount of circulation, so it wasn’t something that would make the rich’s eyes roll over.
Jabbobs don’t recognize the value, and even those who can see mana like me don’t know that this is mithril until they touch it.
‘In other words, it’s not a dangerous thing to carry around!’
Arming yourself with expensive weapons in a different world is as dangerous as going to high school wearing North Face padding in a back alley where Iljin hyungs smoke!
Even when I was on Earth, how much I suffered because of those conscienceless school seniors!
─Hey. Lend me that Oh shit, you write it and return it?
─Uh, that bastard jumps! Catch!
Goodbye to the fucking memories that come to my mind!
Mithril weapons do not have to go through trouble while carrying them! Even if I made a +5 execution sword with this and carried it around, no one would know!
I flattened my dying mouth with an iron of patience and cleared my throat. It’s not good to be too clumsy and happy.
“Good luck, Nefertiti. I just lost my weapon, so that’s a big help.”
“Mithril, soon. If you make it, I like the window.”
“Thanks for the advice. Note it.”
Are you asking me to become a prostitute now?
If that’s the case, you can’t be satisfied with just being a spearman. I’ll make a glaive with this and become a man-in-law’s Guan-wu holding a blue dragon glaive.
Guan-wu, the forager of another world. Hee hee, it’s fucking exciting!
“By the way… It’s a little embarrassing to ask such a wonderful gift, but may I ask you a question?”
“Yes.”
At the answer of 0.1 seconds of time lag, I asked what I was curious about as a little bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of
“What kind of bad relationship do you have with the warlock Abidus? I also had a fight with a warrior who hid his identity wearing a black robe, so I wanted you to tell me.”
“Warrior… ?”
Nefertiti said while struggling.
“Perhaps he has nothing to do with it. Unless you are a warlock.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. Abidus is a member of Immortalis. But middle-class personnel who are not even executives.”
“Immortalis. Is it 〈 Immortal 〉?”
It was an old Romanian language that was close to being dead. Meaning could be interpreted. It’s a name for a secret society befitting warlocks.
‘By the way, that monster ticket is only a middle management position?
Damn, I doubt my ears a few times today’
Yeah I remember too If that bastard turns Nefertiti into a golem, he can become an executive! That’s what I was thinking.
But who would think that a black magician who beats a mithril class adventurer head-on is a middle management position!
‘If Avidus’s deputy is of Mithril class, he’ll take Grand Master at the fucking chairman level.’
Didn’t I get caught? I couldn’t help it if I wanted to go back alive, but I regretted that I hadn’t blamed it for nothing.
When I was nervous, Nefertiti said as if she noticed it.
“The Immortalis are an individualist group. I have no fear of retaliation.”
“Yeah, that’s right. I’m glad I was listening. So that… What does Nefertiti have to do with them?”
“… An enemy that will one day be defeated. That’s all.”
Oh, this is a topic that should not be touched.
When Nefertiti’s voice, like wood and stone, turned to ice, I took care of myself. Because if you want to live long, you have to be smart.
“Sir, excuse me. That, the other colleagues seem to be a little late. What should I do? Would you like to sit down and wait in the inn bar?”
“No, it’s okay. Because I came to see you.”
That sounds a little bit romantic. If I were a woman, I would have fallen for you.
“I will return to Narmer-Nile.”
The cold atmosphere softened again, and Nefertiti said so. Returning, it must have been to pursue Avidus that he came to Sargadis.
It was strange to have a third-class former mithril adventurer in such a low-mid level hunting ground.
Will the balance of the hunting grounds in my neighborhood be normalized now?
“Aren’t you going to the celebration?”
“I wasn’t interested from the beginning.”
“I see.”
If my reasoning the other day was true, it might be good manners not to attend. It’s strange that the person leaving is here to celebrate the adventurers of Sargadis.
─Poof.
Nefertiti turned around and was about to leave, but stopped and looked back at me.
“… This, though, is the trick to practice.”
─Poof. Taking out a short whip, Nefertiti posed as if to demonstrate.
“First, complete the technology that will be the foundation. As accurately as possible. Enough to be drunk even in a dream.”
It was a fucking stupid explanation. Still, I could tell that he was grateful to me in the attitude of sincerely trying to tell me something.
─Flutter.
I took out the notebook I was carrying and wrote down the words. This is a strategy strategy rooted by an old person in the industry. This should open Notepad.
“A posture to be the foundation, and what?”
“It changes little by little from there. Faster, or harder, and more.”
Nefertiti, who explained it difficult to understand, filled her lack of verbal skills with actions. She went on a rampage, with her whip burping like a snake.
─Pang! Fain!
─Pang!!! Shush shush shush!
The four whippings each felt different.
If the first demonstration felt accurate and normal, the second felt the same attack much faster.
The third seemed to be the attack that finished off the giant golem by adjusting its power, and the fourth was a reenactment of the series attack that slashed the group of golems.
‘Am I going to change from the basics?’
It seems to know a little bit. I dictated Nefertiti’s words and asked questions that I did not understand.
“Are you saying to complete one attack move first? Do you use that skill differently depending on the situation?”
“Similar. This is basic training.”
Said Nefertiti, who put the whip back.
“Create a systematic attack like a magic spell. You can turn your mana into the path you are most comfortable with and familiar with. The technology created that way is the strongest and fastest.”
“A familiar road that is easy for mana to move…”
Let’s get it quickly. Because if you ask me again, you won’t tell me.
─Pabababak!
Me, who even wrote Beast Return and took notes quickly. Nefertiti looked at it as if it were amazing.
“You never learned to fight.”
“Yeah? Oh no. I’m not bragging, but I have nowhere to learn.”
“No. It doesn’t matter who you learned from. As you fight, everyone will create a technique that suits their personality or body.”
It was a word imbued with dizziness, like the theory of an Olympic gold medalist. But how old is this person? He must be older than me.
“Even if you start from the same martial arts school, the destination is different. Like my 《Desert Serpent》.”
“Okay.”
Damn, so you’re saying I’m going to start my own original tech school, too?
This was what was to be expected. They should be given names like the Norse wave-breaker, the professor’s cryptography, and the substandard constitution.
It was when I was envisioning the 108 special moves that the future Master Nord would unleash. Nefertiti shook his hand.
“Hi. Bye.”
It’s a friendly greeting. It was so cool that I didn’t even recognize it as a greeting for a moment. I bowed my head.
“Yes. Goodbye.”
“Yes.”
After greeting, Nefertiti leapt. – Blame! The back of her light jump disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The senior adventurer with whom I had been unknowingly associated with so often left Sar Gadis and returned to her homeland.
Will we be able to meet again someday?
At that time, I hope that Nefertiti and I will complete our own revenge.
***
“I’m back☆!”
“I’m back.”
Fran and Lalilura returned to the inn half an hour before sunset. Judging by the refreshing expression on her face, she must have had a satisfactory shopping experience.
“Did you both have a good time?”
“Aha♡! Of course! After all, spending money is the happiest and happiest way, isn’t it?”
Realizing the truth of her eternity, Lalilura took her portion of the envelope and went back to her room.
“Look forward to the party day☆! If you see the transformation of Fran and me, the seniors will faint too, right?”
I forgot to say that on the way.
No, but there’s still a week left. Do I have to wait? I looked at Fran with that meaning in mind.
“… Hey, Nor.”
Then Fran whispered in my ear as if embarrassed.
“Me… She’s wearing new underwear.”
“What?”
At those words, my eyes were nailed to Fran’s chest.
It’s casual clothes for going out that I often see, but when I heard that, I felt like it was ridiculously erotic for some reason.
Fran put down the envelope of her clothes and put her hand on her chest.
“… Wanna see?”
“Fran, do you want to see me go crazy?”
Krrrr! I can’t stand it! The sound of me putting Frann on her bed and riding her announced the beginning of a hot night.
‘Master! I’ll attack you!’
3 silver underwear was fucking erotic.
***
That day, I had a dream.
In my dream, I was holding a staff under a large tree. In my body looking down at the dreamy horizon, a fury that would be foolish to describe was raging.
“… Not enough.”
In my dream, I muttered and touched my face.
Half-consciously, I realized that this was not about me. It was the feeling of peeking into someone else’s dream.
Strangely enough, I didn’t feel bad. Is it because it’s a dream? My consciousness did not feel a sense of incongruity, and I continued to listen to the story in my dream.
“I need a sacrifice.”
‘I’ spoke with her own mouth.
Emotionless information flowed into my head like reading a newspaper article. Offerings are needed But making offerings to someone else was out of the question.
“I” Thought over and over again about what to do.
How many days had passed while sitting in meditation under a tree? After looking at the sky and pondering for a long time, ‘I’ got a clear realization that made me want to tap her knee.
“Yes. I can offer myself as a sacrifice.”
It was an absurd conclusion. But as ‘I’ murmured, the screen changed.
Fade out. Fade in.
In the dream, ‘I’ was nailed to a huge tree with a spear.
There were not many people who could make ‘me’ with ridiculous power like this even after searching all over the nine heavenly world. The spear that pierced the heart was the work of ‘I’ myself.
‘I’ was a sacrifice to myself.
In terms of common sense, it was a consciousness that was no different from a pun, but ‘I’ made it possible with the experience and vast knowledge of having already done similar things several times.
“… … … .”
It was not a very pleasant experience to look down on the world as a sacrifice. However, the price of sacrificing the knowledge gained from death and one ‘god’ was sweet.
On the first day, I knew the existence of a cow submerged in the sea of blood of the god of the beginning.
On the second day, I learned about the existence of ‘us’ god.
On the third day, we learned about the existence of what we rode and the burning world.
Fourth day.
Fifth day. Sixth day. Seventh day. Eighth day.
And the ninth day.
‘I’, who had been offered as a sacrifice for a total of 9 days, came down to the ground after the ceremony.
Is it because he gained a lot of knowledge at the cost of his life? The anger towards the unknown things that existed within ‘me’ has greatly diminished. “I” Murmured, feeling refreshed for the first time in decades.
“18 characters. Eighteen spells.”
“I” Whispered after thinking for a long time about what to name the results obtained from the 9-day ceremony.
“Let’s call this [Ochd Deug].”
──No, I don’t think it’s a name or anything.
For the first time in my dream, my personal impressions came to my mind. As if that was the trigger, my consciousness was separated from my body and sank to the depths of the floor.
─Whewying!
As I sank into the warm swamp, I could see what “Me” Looked like.
She is a short woman wearing a white hat. The blindfold, covering half of her face, seemed hollow, and the spear in her left hand was soaked in her blood and then hardened.
“Ah. But it’s still not enough.”
The woman, whose white clothes had been blackened with dried blood, looked up at her world tree with regret and smacked her lips.
“I want to know more. Everything you don’t know yet.”
***
“… You look like a fucking idiot.”
I woke up from my dream and muttered that.
Her head-to-toe white fashion was like that, and she was a crazy psycho who would get tired of meeting her on the road. She is the epitome of Mad Science.
No, to be precise, it’s not a ‘person’.
“Ugh, my fucking head hurts… What time is it?”
He woke up banging his throbbing head. Did you get hit in the back of the head while having sex with Fran yesterday? My head hurt so badly that I couldn’t stay sane.
Perhaps that was the case.
“Wake up, dear.”
What I didn’t notice was that I was still dreaming.
─Abruptly.
A woman with two horns in a white dress looked down at me.
Realizing what had happened, I laid down on the meadow and sighed.
“No, I think he’s still sleeping.”
