Chapter 22 – Future Dream (2)
I roared with blinding fury!
“How much now!!!!!! You fucking bastard!!!!!!!!!!!”
It was a rage against the people of the other world who had gone crazy with the absurdity that had accumulated over the past 3 years after coming to this world!!!
“Sir, fuck! I’m going to open a game, right?!”
But the quack suddenly punched me, as if the roundworms he had been feeding in his brain had triggered a seizure! Even when my eyes were red, I easily caught that punch and caught it with my non-Beast Regression hand.
Chin!
“You fucking bastard!!!! People are asking, but someone taught me to answer with punches!!!!!!”
I just asked a question, but the quack blew the bread first. Brutally punching a customer who asks for a price!! It was literally a quack itself!!!
I don’t know what kind of way of thinking the conclusion was drawn from, but there was no need to remain calm while facing the first bread. I released the beast return on my right hand and yanked his fist.
“If you sell as a set, the price should go down, why go up!!!!”
“Ahhhhh!!!”
Booung!!
Quick!!!
My fist hit the quack’s face. It was only a momentary contact, but it left a sticky feeling in my hand that thrilled my spine.
“A guy like a dick gets hit! Search and be reborn as a punching bag!!!!”
“Geugeukgeukkkuk!!”
─Puck! Puck! Puck!
The merciless yeonta pounded the guy’s upper body. From the moment the first room exploded, his leg strength was completely released. His brain shook and hemorrhaged his face, causing him to suffocate.
“Wake up bitch!! It’s hard to hit!!!”
I cursed my own shallow judgment! I didn’t mean to be beaten from the head!
It was difficult to throw a punch because my legs were loose and I sat down. My punching power was stronger than expected.
What is trained by exercising with rocks is physical strength and grip. Among them, the grip strength greatly contributes to the increase in punching power. Adding the passive enhancement of Beast Return to the strength gained from swinging a rock larger than a sink, the power of his bare hands increased so much that he could not handle it.
“Wake up!!! A guest has arrived, why aren’t you up!!!”
“Oops… !”
Seeing that he was ill, he did not die or pass out. Still not happening!! If you’re too tired to receive customers, don’t open the store!!!
“You bastard who has no guts!!!!”
I was truly indignant at the ugliness of the weak fake macho!!
Unlike the clichés of RPG games, blacksmiths in this other world were mostly wizards. Enchanted leather armor was lighter, cheaper, and cost-effective than iron armor.
Metals are not easily affected by magic, so they are avoided as equipment materials after a certain level. Not to mention enchanted leather or cloth, and the material of the monster is also pushed.
It was a very natural thing. What’s the use of Mithril and Orichalcum if metal can be enchanted with dogs and cows? If you enchant an alloy, that’s adamantium.
Also, since rare metals with mana are precious, they are usually used in weapons, and not used in armor that requires a lot of metal. There are cases where you can spend money to get a rare metal armor, but it was a rare case.
So, there was a tendency for blacksmiths to have only a certain amount of physical strength, and the rest were divided into enchantment magic and manual dexterity.
But magic, as I said a few times, is an advanced skill.
That’s why there were many blacksmiths who knew how to handle iron but couldn’t enchant leather armor. This quack is just the epitome of that.
A ‘self-proclaimed’ artisan (asshole) who doesn’t know how to use combat magic and knows how to use enchantments!
Despite the fact that both physical strength and magic skills are fucking inferior, Gao and the referee are overflowing!
He seemed like the type to start a shop after being kicked out for reasons such as in-company politics or lack of ability after working in a middle-sized company somewhere. Among those people, there are people who are kind and live hard, but this bastard was not at all.
“You bastard, like the vicious boss of a fucking neighborhood computer store!!!”
I roared as I remembered my old middle school days!
My head was spinning when I remembered that I had been ripped off 60,000 won for the format fee when I entrusted it to repair my computer! How many Pikachu pork cutlets are there in those days when it was 60,000 won?
“Wake up!!! Reboot your left brain and right brain before you format it, you motherfucker!!!”
That was when I tried to grab the slumbering quack by the collar and raise him up.
─Kudangtangtang!!
Thud! Thud! Thud!
“Muh, what’s going on!”
A loud noise was heard from inside the smithy, and a woman ran out.
She was a woman with brown hair tied back at the back of her neck. Her apron-like dark brown overalls come down to her knees. She looked like she didn’t reveal a single part of her skin so that sparks from working in the smithy would never touch her skin.
Could it be this quack’s daughter? The tone is a bit rough for that kind of thing. I regained my senses when a third person appeared.
“I don’t know who you are, but I’m in the middle of negotiating a price with this person, so please don’t disturb me.”
“Yes Yes?! Go, the price?! What the hell did you sell for and how much did you make people like this… !”
Embarrassed blacksmith. I put the quack down and straightened my collar.
“They say 10 coppers per whetstone. The price is quite high, so I was asking if you didn’t know how to count.”
“… That, it can’t be!”
The woman shouted with a stunned expression and rushed to the fallen quack, ignoring my gaze. In her hand is a small box. What is a first aid kit or something?
“Mr. Jason!”
So, arriving by her quack, she lifted the box she had brought.
“You are so fucking trying to ruin my store!! Just look around please!!”
─Tap!!
──I put it down without hesitation in the cheeks of a quack.
“Hmm.”
“Oops… !!”
Yong-pal, who had his cheeks cut, fell down screaming in agony. Like all men who get their dicks fucked up, he rubbed his body against the floor, clutching his gene bank with both hands.
But the brown-haired woman didn’t stop there, and she stomped on Yongpal’s back even more mercilessly.
“10 Coopers?! 10 Cooper?! What are you merchant guild bastards?! No, even those bastards don’t sell sharpening stones for 10 coppers!!”
“Oops! Hey, Clara! I’m sorry! Hey, stop hitting me!”
“Stop?! Which mouth is saying stop!! Do you think I’m easygoing when I say that I’m from the guild?”
In her tone and behavior, I felt a hatred that would not subdue even compared to mine. I shouted in shock at the appearance of a blacksmith woman stepping on a sword arm as if to kill a fly.
“No?! Can I hit you too?!”
“Yeah! Let’s lose together!”
“Thank you!”
I ran with a happy heart and fucking stepped on the swordsman’s bastard.
Yes! The little pup just had to kick her off without bothering to get her up!
I couldn’t even think of that because I was angry at the end of my head. It is also not good for people to give themselves too much to anger.
“Quaaaaagh!!!”
Anyway, like a woman I’ve never seen before, I stepped on a quack.
Since I am also a man, I couldn’t wear the Bural. It wasn’t because I felt sorry for this bastard, but because I didn’t want to touch other people’s cheeks.
Chuuk…
The quack, which had been stepped on for a while, was scattered. It seemed that they had stepped on it everywhere except for the top of the neck, which would fall behind when stepped on. It was a very satisfying achievement.
Then the blacksmith woman caught her breath and said.
“Ah, sorry sir! Was I late to say hello?”
Presumably married, she said in a bright voice, wearing a ring on the ring finger of her left hand.
“Hello! My name is Clara Smithson, the owner of this forge!”
“Are you the owner?”
I blinked at her self-introduction of herself, her Clara.
“Then here is this bird… Who are you?”
Is it alba? Her husband, Bural, will not be abandoned, so it seems that part-time job is right.
He was an even more asshole-like bastard who lightly transcended my expectations. A girl the same age as Ji’s daughter, working part-time at a store and doing quackery to customers!
What kind of mental state do you have to live in to be able to imitate a macho master in such an environment?
“This bird… The man is a dog sent by the blacksmith guild to say that our store is not making any sales… Uncle!”
“You mean in the guild? This bitch… A person?”
“The guild-directly managed weapon shop is famous for its high sales! But, no way, a bird that sells sharpening stones for 10 coppers… I didn’t know it was a person!”
Clara looked around and then she pulled out a sharpening stone from a shelf. It is a whetstone wrapped in cloth and tied. It felt like it was packaged with care.
“Here is the whetstone you are looking for! Originally it was 4 coopers, but since we made a mistake, this time I’ll give you oil and rags for 3 coopers!”
Is the 70% discount rate real? I thought it was fucking steam. Even Gabe Newell would cry, and his heart would grow grand at the margin rate of the dragon arm transplant.
Anyway, there was no reason to decline because it was offered cheaply over there. I don’t know if the discount or something is real, but 3 coopers would be the regular price. I peeled off the rag to make sure it was a proper sharpening stone and paid for it.
“Thank you for your purchase!”
When I handed over her money, Clara greeted me with her smile. I was even touched by this cool deal.
Sell at fair price and buy at fair price. It was because such a natural thing was so rare in this other world.
It was as thrilling as if a person who had been bullied in the country was handed over a bottle of Bacchus with a cool deal at the direct transaction site.
“Do you need anything else?”
Her words made me look at the quack who was still growling. That chick didn’t show any signs of getting up, perhaps because she was thinking of hatching it by wrapping it around her hands like a hen wraps an egg.
‘Come to think of it, I don’t even have lower body armor.’
Armor bottoms were not often seen due to structural limitations.
It is common to wear chain mail like a skirt, or to attach iron plates like boomerang panties. The former is usually used, and the latter is the exclusive property of perverts who deviate from the trend these days.
But when I saw that quack, I felt like I should wear something under my bottoms. Because my cheeks are precious.
Beast Regression also increases defense, but at the moment the retention is released, if I get hit by the Buster Kick, my dick gets fucked like that bastard. If I say I’m sulking, it means that the opponent is a strong player who can’t win until the beast return is released.
Considering the above factors and calculating them, it seemed that something had to be done before my bural became the Sacred Heart orb.
The future where my Juji gets out of the groin like me and leaves in search of freedom!
I didn’t have the confidence to endure such a future. I would hang myself on the day my Juji leaves to find freedom.
If Juji is cut off, he is still a eunuch even if he escapes from his master’s degree. If you attach a doctor, you are a doctor-goja. On the day he becomes a professor, he is a high school professor. If you try to find a way to return to Earth, you are a eunuch who returns to a different world in a dimension shift.
In that sense, Juji was no different from my vital point next to my brain.
My Juji was another heart and a second brain. It can be said that wearing armor to protect such a valuable Juji is a completely logical way of thinking. Rather, I can’t understand why it was left in a cast-off state until now.
“Isn’t there any lower body armor? Something made of leather—”
“Our shop is a shop specializing in metal armor. Customer.”
It was a dog’s tone. There was no expression on his face. It turned into a mannequin that did a damn good job of coloring.
“Uh, no, but I can’t afford iron armor right now. So I’ll buy the iron armor later, and the leather now—”
“Our shop is a shop specializing in metal armor. Customer.”
“Yes.”
It says so.
“Sorry. But I hate leather armor. Oh, don’t get me wrong. I know how to enchant.”
Ha-.
Clara sighed as the store left. At her words, I looked around the inside of her store again. There was none of the leather armor common to blacksmiths.
“Metal has its own charm! I’m sure someday, technology will be developed that can enchant even metals!”
Clara insists with clenched fists. Her eyes twinkled with intense enthusiasm.
“Well, even if you make armor, it’s very noisy, heavy, and most of all expensive! Still, there is nothing cool in the world that can beat the brilliance of steel!”
“The downside lineup is too strong.”
It’s almost like Suicide Squad.
Like Clara’s—unintentionally accurate—self-criticism, the metal armor had too many negative flaws to choose based on the zodiac signs alone. It would not sell well because the cost performance was poor and expensive.
