A Transmigrator's Privilege

by Usui Takumii

not mine, wuxia world. Waiting for the translator to update.

4. 31 to 40

The 10th strongest skill, Vanquish of Evil, can now be used because of the rising assimilation rate of Descent.

A merciless, zero-tolerance execution skill that cuts off an existence equal to the total amount of evil possessed by the target.

Following the trajectory drawn by my finger, a white crack appeared in Rodrigo's body. Around the crack, his body began to shatter like a mosaic.

The target of Vanquish is pure evil, and demons are evil itself. Therefore, now, the extinction of Rodrigo Orsche is being executed.

"My, my body...! Oh, no!"

"Ah, yes."

Rodrigo cried towards the hole in the ceiling.

"Damn God, why?! You threw away this hideous world, telling us to do whatever we wanted with it! N-N-Now, why are you coming back to judge us! Ahhh! AHHHH...!"

The scream didn't last long.

Plop.

Rodrigo, who felt certain extinction, stopped the pointless consumption of energy and fell to his knees.

"Hahaha...You win, Fiance. This...It must be the fate of an inevitable love. My heart and my soul were all stolen... ... ."

"Stop being pathetic and die already."

"Ghaw!"

Pajijijiji!

His body, shattered like a crystal and was blown away in the wind. The death message popped up.

[System Congratulations! You defeated Rodrigo Orsche, the owner of the dungeon, ranked 778th in the Demon World.]

"Whew...it's over."

The gap between an A-Class Boss and an S-Class one was huge.

Considering the time I spent subjugating Ardiman, I could easily see the difference between one grade while struggling by myself, but I think this one was done easier because of Thesilid.

"Omnipotence. Healing Field."

[System Advanced skill 'Healing Field Lv.45 (+10)' is activated.]

Lights like haze and fireflies rose from a certain area.

Area Heal was used to treat the wounds of the children, including Thesilid, all at once.

Conveniently, there was no need to take any special action as the flowers in the head melted by the strong divine power.

After finishing all the work to be done, the Divine Descent was released.

"You worked hard, Terry."

"..."

"Terry?"

I looked back at Thesilid, who didn't answer. He was staring at me without moving.

"Hey there, Thesilid Argent?"

"Just now...Isn't that Descent of Divinity?"

Thesilid's voice that came out after a while, trembled slightly.

['The World-building God' snorted and said, if you know, apologize for not knowing your place and rudely speaking about things such as 'not a Saint'.]

How can such a malicious interpretation of his past words be possible?

I didn't know what to say now so I only nodded my head.

"That's right. It's Divine Descent. I even called out the skill name."

"Oh My God. Then the person the Church is looking for..."

"Yes, it's me."

"Then the Saint..."

"It's an embarrassing title, but I will accept it. It's me."

"Th-that, I didn't even know that and..."

After reality hit, Thesilid's face turned red. He seemed to be remembering the words he had told me earlier about me not being a Saint.

His flustered face was cute, so I'll take the apology for him.

"It's a secret, but it got caught. But, well, you don't have to tell me your secrets."

I know about it anyway.

Thesilid, of course, didn't seem to want to tell as he was out of his mind. He seemed to have many questions for me.

"How could a child like you be able to use Descent?"

"You're a kid, too."

"No, well, yes. Age aside, even now, I can't feel any divine power whatsoever. How is Descent possible?"

"It's thanks to God's gracious love. He said I was far from awakening the divine power, so he told me to start with the Divine Descent first."

['The Harsh Commentator who adjusts the balance' is surprised that the memory of ripping off bug rewards could be glorified so much.]

Then a murmur hit my ears.

"Is there such a thing with 'Strict Order and Goodwill'? It can't be..."

Thesilid seemed to have a good grasp of the pettiness of the God he believed in.

I didn't have much time, so I hurriedly spoke.

"Terry, I have a favor."

"What is it?"

"I know the Church is looking for me, but I have no desire to belong to the Vatican or to donate my talents with the title of a Saint for the rest of my life. So, I want you to keep the secret about me."

"..."

Thesilid was silent.

I felt a little nervous. What if the main character with a strong sense of responsibility and mission says, 'Because you are a saint, you have to serve humanity!'?

As a matter of fact, when I tried to negotiate with Rodrigo, he gave a passionate speech not to sacrifice myself because I'm a civilian. But, on the other hand, wouldn't he change his attitude towards an opponent with special powers?

Just then, Thesilid answered with a serious face.

"Okay."

"Well, I thought so...what, you won't tell?! Huh? What? Really?"

"Yes, I won't tell the church. I swear by the name of 'Strict Order and Goodwill."

It seems that the question "why?" was etched on my face. Thesilid knew the reason and told me.

"You have a family. Go home."

"..."

What. It's touching.

Thesilid's words did not end there.

"No one can force you to be a hero. Even if you are a Saint or a special being, you don't have to do it if you don't want to."

"..."

My character interpretation is wrong. Thesilid didn't urge me to serve humanity.

"Thanks. You have a more flexible way of thinking than you look."

"I don't know if that's a compliment or an insult..."

First of all, I said it as a compliment. Then an important fact came to mind.

"Oh, Looting! I don't have time. I need to loot now!"

I approached the wreckage of Rodrigo's remains that had turned into shards of glass.

The loot was two skill books.

It was for a tanker and a healer, respectively, but even though the two formed a set, it was impossible for one person to learn both.

Seeing that it was impossible to read the detailed information, it seemed that I had to learn to figure out what kind of skill it was.

"You and I should have one. Take it, Terry."

"Spoils should be discussed with friends..."

"You are the only tank here. Don't act like a pushover and hurry up."

"Pushover?"

"There is such a thing. Anyway, it seems that people who learn this skill influence each other somehow. Learn and tell me what skills you have."

"Okay."

I counted to three and we learned the skill at the same time. Only then was it possible to view detailed information about the skill.

But.

'No, what is this!'

[Skill 'Healing for the Beloved (Passive)')

The ultimate skill for healers in the 'Beloved Lover' package. Increases the effect of all healing-type skills by 5 times, limited to the partner (Tanker skill holder).

Note: This is a skill book that Count Orsche had saved to give to his future fiancee. It is useful in bed because it shows a significant clinical effect on the partner's stamina recovery...]

...Let's stop looking into it.

Holding my burning forehead I only spoke of the core points.

"It's only applicable for you, Terry. Healing skills have an increased effect of 5 times."

"Five times more..."

For a moment, I could read the conflict that arose in Thesilid's eyes. It seems like you want to take me to the Vatican right away...

I called his attention before he put it into action.

"What skill did you learn?"

"It's a skill called 'Guardian of the Beloved'..."

The system doesn't give skill information to Tesilid as it does to me. But as soon as he learned it, he immediately realized what kind of skill it is.

"If you get hurt, I can make the wound be transferred to me. But, the pain is shared by both."

"Are you going to get hurt instead?"

How the hell did he manage to get the ultimate pushover skill?!

"It's not good for Tankers. You can't use it recklessly..."

I couldn't finish speaking.

"Ellet?"

"Oh, it's time..."

"Time?"

In fact, the fever has been rising since before.

I thought I could hold out for a little longer because the rate of assimilation of Descent rose, but now it was impossible.

I lay on the floor in a straight posture in advance so as not to fall over and hit my head. Then, looking up at Thesilid, I breathed out my last greeting with quick breaths.

"Terry, the truth is that Descent is a double-edged skill. So, please, take care of the rest. And it was really nice to meet you. Bye."

"What? Hold on! Ellet...!"

[System You suffer from 'God fever' as a result of unreasonable use of the Divinity. Sleep is recommended for recovery. Remaining time 1 day 23 hours 59 minutes.]

My consciousness sank. I was sad, but it was time to say goodbye.

"Hmm, Count Orsche has disappeared?"

Golden sand sways on the horizon like a dry tidal wave that devours life.

This sandy hell was the territory of Carpeus, the second in the demon realm and one of the Three Great Demon Lords.

He buried himself deep in a sun-shaped throne that seemed to have been made by kneading rocks.

His castle, built on a rocky cliff, was a raw-made building.

The view was open in all directions, a bloody full moon adorned his side like a masterpiece, and a thousand-meters cliff stretched below him.

On the winding stairway that stretches like a pilgrim's path, lowly demons of different ranks bowed their heads.

"T-That's correct! Master of Sanarak of the Three Great Demons Lords!"

Carpeus swept away his reddish-blonde hair towards the end.

"From Ardiman Ramble to Rodrigo Orsche...was Rodrigo even destroyed?"

"Y-Yes! We don't know if that's really the case but, an 'Executor' seems to have appeared."

The extinction of existence was a different threat from death. The demons were trembling, but Carpeus was merely bitter.

"Well, extinction is better. If he had to reincarnate, he would have to repeat the life-death cycle a million times in the form of a cockroach until he's resurrected as a demon again. How does one endure such humiliation? In the end, it's a good thing, a good thing."

"Well, but inside a million of times, there is a chance that he will be born as cattle! If it's a cat, it might be a decent life...!"

"Oh, that's not the point right now."

The atmosphere changed with a single word. The majesty of the Demon Lord was encroaching upon the palace.

"What kind of...whim is 'Strict order and Goodness' doing?"

Carpeus ordered.

"Find out who is the Executor who used Vanquish of Evil."

As the dungeon was closed, the unprecedented dungeon burst that took place in the middle of the Vatican came to an end.

It was only two hours in real-time.

Only a few adult priests caught in the burst were found dead in the incinerator, but no children were killed.

The damage was small thanks to the swift subjugation and the doll debuff that was applied to the children.

It was a miracle that happened in a situation where it was impossible to deploy a rescue team.

The cardinals once more shuddered at the sense of Descent of Divinity. There were expectations that it might be possible to identify the apostle this time around.

However, none of the survivors rescued through the closing gate had the divine power to cast Descent of Divinity.

In the end, the Cardinal Council concluded that the apostle of Descent of Divinity went inside the dungeon only to subdue the boss and suddenly disappeared after the job was done.

This was largely thanks to the fact that the silver-haired boy who had faced the boss until the last standing stigmata, testified that when he came to his senses, the boss had already been subjugated.

The silver-haired child was the ace among the stigmata, and because he was considered a guardian of the doctrine, no one could have imagined that he would lie.

The inside of the Vatican was crowded with parents trying to retrieve the surviving children.

The Cardinal Council mobilized healers to undo the children's doll debuff, heal their wounds, remove any remaining Spider Lilies from their heads, and return them to their parents as soon as they were identified.

The only exception was the pink-haired girl that Thesilid had carried and rescued from the dungeon.

Ellet was unconscious with a seeping fever all over her body.

The healers judged that she was suffering from the shock of falling into a dungeon burst and gave her an isolated room.

Diseases caused by problems with the body's immunity or mental health were not a specialty of healers, so there was no further action. They didn't even call a doctor or an alchemist. Because the Vatican's beliefs of authority rejected other forms of medicine.

Cardinal Cattleya was not able to look after Ellet often because she was busy with the post-processing of the disaster. Since Ellet's family was in the kingdom, not in the Holy Country, it would take a long time for news of her to arrive so they can come to pick her up.

Fortunately, there was someone who stood by Ellet's side at a time when she was almost left neglected.

It was Thesilid.

Thesilid worriedly looked at her and placed his hand on Ellet's forehead.

"Is this the God's fever I've only heard of..."

He heard that God's fever had no after-effects, but he couldn't just watch it and do nothing.

Thesilid put the ice pack on Ellet's forehead, rummaged through her satchel bag, and fed what appeared to be a potion for fever.

As expected, nothing worked. Ellet radiated charcoal-like heat all over her body, exhaling with difficulty, one breath at a time.

His sea-blue eyes sank, unlike his usual reactions.

"Giving an ability that comes at a price like this...is very much like 'Strict Order and Goodwill'."

His self-talk made an uproar in another dimensional unknown to him.

['The World-building God' is shocked by the harsh curse words.]

['The Scales that Judges the Soul' laughs because he is a handsome boy who speaks well.]

['The Harsh Commentator who adjusts the balance' says it's a good thing that she doesn't have to worry about being framed as a heretic.]

Thesilid was still looking at Ellet with gloomy eyes.

"It would be better for the Vatican to never know. They might force her to use these powers."

In fact, it should be considered a certainty. Some of the leaders of the Vatican were more like politicians than religious people, and others gathered only the bad points of religious people and politicians.

Those who use people as tools, set up a cause, and force sacrifices. What savory prey would a child who can use Descent be?

At that moment, a young priest entered the room.

"Brother Thesilid, here you are. You shouldn't try to associate too much with an ordinary child in private."

"...I will leave now."

It was a dry exit, worthy of a pushover.

Left alone, Ellet's condition did not change. She continued to boil in heat and breathe with difficulty.

Then, the pendant necklace given to Cardinal Cattleya was tinged with brilliant gold.

[System The sacred relic 'Friend's Pendant Necklace' absorbs enough divine power to react to the 'Legendary Spirit of the Saint' package.]

The light flew like a flock of butterflies and gathered by the bedside. It soon turned into a human form. It became a beautiful woman with flowing blonde hair and purple eyes. The body, through which light was transmitted as it is, was highly sacred, even if she was a ghost.

She looked down at Ellet and opened her mouth solemnly.

To the Saint candidate who woke me up... What? Are you sleeping? You woke me up and then sleep?

To express her displeasure, a long finger pricked Ellet's cheek. Of course, her intangible figure put no pressure on her cheeks.

She stopped playing tricks and looked through Ellet. As if to make an estimate

Hmm, fever? Isn't this a disease caused by not exercising and not eating evenly? It shouldn't be the case for a legendary Saint candidate. She's going to need intense training.

Who the hell was this woman talking with her purple eyes flashing brightly?

The answer was given by the system.

[System A Hero-Class Saint 'Agnes of the Whip Sword' ego has awakened.]

Chapter 9. The Vatican's 1st instructor

In the dungeon farm in the basement of Count Gillette.

Wiggle. Wiggle.

I was squatting in the field and planting Elephantipes that I had gathered from the Vatican.

As we entered the finishing stage and raked the dirt, Bianca, who was squatting across from me, said with a sullen face.

"Do you know how surprised I was when you promised to come back safely, but came back with a boiling fever?"

"Sorry for worrying you. I didn't know that I would get caught up in a dungeon burst in the middle of The Vatican of all places."

"If I knew it would be dangerous, I wouldn't let you go."

"Come on now, Bia. Still, thanks to that, I was able to save a lot of children."

"Still..."

I was grateful to Bianca for thinking of my safety in the first place.

Bianca swallowed what she wanted to say with a sigh, thinking that it was nothing more than nagging.

"All right. Tell me about your heroic deeds."

"Yes! So, what happened..."

I worked hard to tell the anecdotes from the dungeon. Bianca, who listened with interest, gave a brief review.

"The boy named Thesilid was quite helpful."

"Among the stigmata, he is the most powerful. Without me, everyone would have been annihilated except for him."

According to the original story, Thesilid would have been the only survivor with a major trauma because of Ephael's plan B.

However, such a crazy battle royale did not happen, and Hestio as well as Ephael were unharmed.

'Then what happens to the original after the tutorial is over?'

Around the time when doubts started to rise.

['The Spoiler Inspector' blames you for twisting the original.]

Yes, I thought you were coming.

['The World-building God' gets annoyed that the lame nagging about the original is starting again.]

['The Spoiler Inspector' bursts out in agony because it's the first time a transmigrator has made such a large error during the tutorial period.]

['The World-building God' teases to watch a lot because it seems like it's the first time seeing an S-class transmigrator.]

['The Spoiler Inspector' opens his eyes in defiance.]

['The World-building God' stares back in boldness.]

I thought they would call quits with the staredown, but soon after, World God got angry and fired messages one after another like a rapid-fire cannon.

['The World-building God' criticizes the 'The Spoiler Inspector' to quit working on the transmigration project if he's going to keep coming out like that.]

['The World-building God' says that if they wanted to only reproduce the original, they would read the original instead of bothering to re-dimension it.]

['The World-building God' shouts that they don't want to see a puppet show, but want to see the souls of all living things carve out their own destiny!]

Wow, carving their own destiny.

I shut my mouth at the wonderful verse that touched my heart.

'Oh my God. How come the World God only says the right things? After all, it is not for nothing that 'word' was included in the name of the God!'

(Note: This God has 언(word) in its name. This is a pun.)

['The World-building God' is proud of the praise of his first believer, ahem, ahem.]

['The Scales that Judges the Soul' rolls her eyes and says the believer is seeing this god with rose-colored glasses.]

['The Harsh Commentator who adjusts the balance' admires your social skills.]

The inspector was quiet. It was clear that he had agreed to the perfect logic of the World God.

The fight ended, but my question was still unresolved.

After the tutorial, the original work begins. And the beginning of the original is also the starting point of regression. As soon as the original story begins, this world will have a branching timeline from episode 1st to episode 100th.

Out of all those hundred options, I finish my tutorial by falling on the 17th timeline.

'Yes, episode 17. The episode where the main character dies in vain at the hands of the final boss...'

Let's not think about losing motivation for now.

Anyway, back to the story, the tutorial is commonplace to all timelines, but there are a whopping 100 episodes diverged from the original starting point. If so, what is the status of the main character, which I changed during the tutorial, reflected in the original work?

Is it only reflected in episode 17? If not...

'World God, will the flow I change during the tutorial change the entire original work?'

The answer was heavy.

['The World-building God' answers yes.]

Startled, I asked again.

'You say everything changes from episode 1st to episode 100th? All of them?'

['The World-building God' says that in all episodes from episode 1st to 100th, the main character's friends will be alive, and the skills the main character has shared with you will be applied.]

If you listen up to this point, you can say that it is good that the growth environment of the main character has been improved.

But if I'm right...

'There are exceptions, right?'

['The World-building God' says yes for that, too.]

This is where the important part comes in. I waited quietly for an explanation.

['The World-building God' says your soul is the exception. Because it comes from outside of the world of regression, it's not copied for all other episodes.]

'That means...'

['The World-building God' says that you are a unique existence that only lives in Episode 17.]

'Then what about the other timelines?'

['The World-building God' answers that 'The Regressive World' ignores all uncertainty and deletes your existence.]

'Even in the memory of the main character?'

['The World-building God' says that the 'axis of regression' and the 'regressed world' are separate things.]

"Ah..."

Although the world in which Thesilid regresses changes, the axis of his regression does not change. In other words, the protagonist will always remember me while no one else will.

(Note: If you came until here, and are still confused, just think that 'axis of regression' works as a backup. Terry has a backup for every death. So he remembers everything from the previous timeline while living on the next timeline.)

But I couldn't feel any positive emotions.

According to the World God explanation, in all episodes except for episode 17, I become a non-existent being. From the perspective of the main character who remembers me in every timeline, isn't it like being gaslighted by the whole setting?

(Note: Gaslighted - manipulate (someone) by psychological means into questioning their own sanity. Also, it means that even if Ellet did change his past, if she doesn't change anything on the Tutorial anymore, doesn't save him from his first death, or the things she already changed don't bring changes in his first sixteen deaths, Thesilid might think he's going crazy until he finds Ellet on the 17th timeline.)

Doesn't this mean that the main character can go crazy?

['The Spoiler Inspector' clicks his tongue, wondering if you can now understand why you shouldn't do whatever you want during the tutorial period.]

Ugh. I shrugged my shoulders.

In the midst of bickering between the World God asking who you are to nag at my believer, and the Inspector, who claps back telling him to educate them properly, Bianca came back from looking at the tombstones.

"Hias is squatting in front of the tombstone all day, and Agapan is wiping the dust until the stone wears out. The other skeletons seem to like them a lot, though not to that extent. Epiden wants you to say thank you as a representative."

"That's great."

We also named the seven skulls serfs while erecting the monument. Bianca and I used the names of flowers after much consideration.

Hias of Hyacinth, Agapan of Agapanthus, Epiden of Epidendrum, etc.

The skull beauty that I gave the cultivation skill is Epiden.

As amazing as it sounds, Bianca understands the skeletons very well. It's always fascinating to see.

Suddenly, I remembered something I should ask Bianca.

"Bia, can you get me some holy water?"

"Holy water?"

In order to raise Elephantipes, divine power is essential. If I awaken divine power, I can make it myself, but that will only be possible after 943 days.

Of course, not counting the days I was rolling in my bed with God's fever.

"It's a herb that requires a lot of effort."

"Yes, it's worth it."

It's a key ingredient for the cure of the plague. I don't know how successful the breeding will be from now on, but at least we need to secure enough quantity to be used in the Gillette estate that Bianca will rule.

As if feeling motivated, Bianca told me the good news.

"The potion trade system is ready. I have all the distribution channels and stores to deliver prepared, so all we need is the goods."

"Already? I think it's been a month since you said that we should organize a Commerce Guild."

"I got help from the treasurer, so it was quick. It happened that commerce was included in the successor classes. I told Father I wanted to start a business as part of my class, and he was happy to finance it."

Great skill, drive, and timing were added for this job.

Bianca handed me a note while I was lost in admiration.

"The first order quantity is about this much...How about delivery 15 days later?"

"I'll try!"

Since Bia has already laid down this much for the Guild, it was right to do it unconditionally.

"Today, I will talk to Mr. Rodellaine through the treasurer. Eli is still young, so a guardian has to represent you."

"Right."

"Well, come to think of it, if you start a business in earnest, you will be busy, so it will be difficult to do the kitchen work in the morning. I'll take care of this too. Just go say hello to Chef Paisha so she won't be upset."

"Ah, Bia...Thank you so much for taking care of everything!"

"...It's not that much."

Bianca's voice became a little shy when I hugged her because I couldn't overcome my emotions. Smart and cute, too.

At that time, the skeleton, Epiden, who had awakened the cultivation ability, came to this side as if he had something to say.

Clattering! Clattering!

He moved his joints vigorously by mixing hand gestures and footsteps, but... Hm, I have no idea what you're talking about. I'm sorry.

Bianca translated for me.

"Winter will soon come to the dungeon farm. They need to prepare for the cold."

"Do you understand that?"

"I saw him trembling."

Was that what it meant?

Even while I was surprised, Bianca and Epiden continued to communicate.

"Epiden says the winter on this farm is terribly cold."

"How can he know that when he doesn't have any flesh anymore...Well, that was harsh of me, sorry. Anyway, he's saying that farming will be disrupted, right?"

"Yes. Should we make a greenhouse? What should we do?"

"Don't worry. I picked up something good just in time."

"Something good?"

I rummaged through my satchel.

And, Ta-da! What I brought out in front of Bianca and Epiden was...

"A piece of charcoal?"

"It's the core of a Hellfire."

I picked it up from the fireplace in the South Annex banquet hall.

According to World God, this Hellfire is an unusual 'corrupted demon'. He's not interested in evil deeds even if he was born a demon, so he wouldn't be a threat.

"Still, demons are evil, so we have to wake it up and look at the status to decide whether to use it or not."

I lit the charcoal-like core on fire.

Helverus, the vegetarian Hellfire, was drawn to the warm energy and slowly regained consciousness.

Fortunately, it seems that he did not disappear. However, the aftereffects of the damage to his core were great.

He was 300 years old, but now his body has become a small candle of 50 years old. At that age, he was like a newborn baby. If he opens his mouth like this, maybe only the sound of crying would come out...

Hu-Hungwy...

Even if it wasn't a cry, the words came out slurred.

Will the strength and dignity accumulated over 300 years disappear like this? If he had endured a little longer, he could have been humanized. He was so sad that it felt like he was going to burst into tears.

"Are you hungry?"

A girl's voice was heard from a distance.

As if his vision had deteriorated, the surroundings were blurry, so Helverus was wary and crouched not knowing who it was.

At that time, something was scattered over the heat, and it was burnt down by the flames of Helverus.

The fragrant scent that softly spread around was definitely dried grass. He was after all a vegetarian.

Y-Yummy!

He forgot his vigilance and devoured it.

"He eats very well. He already ate a whole bag of herbal waste."

"It's the size of a fist but It's getting bigger."

"It looks like a pet."

"Can I try feeding it?"

"No, Bia. It can bite you."

Apparently, there were not one, but two girls.

My eyesight returned a little bit, and I was able to distinguish between fuzzy lumps and colors.

The pink girl broke the herbal waste into small pieces and asked.

"What is your name?"

He-...Helberosu.

A calm attitude even in the face of a demon. Not knowing what kind of high-ranking demon the opponent was, Helverus answered obediently.

"I see, Helverus. Count Orsche's Mansion dungeon was closed, so you can't go back."

I-I don wanna go back.

"Actually, hospitality for you didn't look good in Orsche's mansion. I picked your core that was rolling around in the fireplace. If I had left it alone, you would have fallen into the Demon Realm's garbage dump when the mansion closed down."

Hi-Hing.

The garbage dump in the Demon World was a place that was famous for being very cold. Just imagining it was scary.

"...When he cries, the flame droops flat and a lot of water vapor comes out."

"I feels like his shoulders are dropping. Cute. You're cute, so eat more."

I nibbled at the long-thin stem the black girl offered me. I was careful not to bite or burn her fingers.

The girl with pink hair tied in pigtails said.

"Because our Bia likes you, I'll make a special offer for you."

What is it?

"You could go underground and make geothermal heat. If you do that, I'll give you all the by-products left after harvesting on this farm. What do you think?"

...!

It was then that Helverus was able to look around with his restored vision.

An enormous farm stretched all the way to the horizon. The quantity of herbal by-products from this place would be enormous. Just looking at the straws piled on one side, there were three huge piles.

The flames of Helverus were twinkling.

All, all mine...?

"Yes. They're all Helverus's."

Do... ! Do... !

This was the workplace Helverus had dreamed of.

He was tired of urban life, so he studied a lot of things that he needed to work on a farming job. He was trained to match the bathwater heat of the picky Rodrigo, so he was confident he could fine-tune the temperature.

"All right. That pretty skull over there is Epiden, and he's the caretaker. Listen well and ask for a lot of food."

Yes!

That's how the family in Ellet's Dungeon Farm increased.

"Eli, Frintz! Listen to Dad! Do you know what I just talked about with the treasurer?"

"Don'tknow. What were you talking about?"

"This time, the Gillette family is establishing a business, and they want to be the first to distribute the potions that I made!"

"Wow, really?"

"Yes! And he put forward very unusual conditions. They said they'd charge the potion with almost no distribution margin at all!"

"Oh my god!"

"The reason is that there is a risk with it because it's a company that was established to test Young Lady Bianca's business skills, let alone worry, I'm even more convinced that she will do well."

"I know!"

As if it were the first time I had heard something I already knew, I responded enthusiastically and thought in my mind.

It was clear that she made these conditions with consideration for this and that with words that would not be burdensome to my pushover father.

As expected, our Bianca is the best.

Frintz asked Father, who was hurrying to meet the date and the amount of delivery.

"Dad, are you selling apple juice-flavored potions and steak-flavored pills that Eli makes?"

Frintz was always eating the poorly made products that had no transaction value. It was worthwhile to give him herbal medicine to help him practice swordsmanship, so Frintz grew taller and had a strong frame.

"Yes! How did the lady know that I wanted to sell Eli's potion as well? Even I think those should be the main product!"

"Wow, we are going to get rich! What Eli made is just amazing!"

"Yes. This dad is really, so proud of our daughter..."

Dad wiped away his tears for a moment.

"I'm going to work hard and make a potion that's as good as Eli's."

"It's only a trick. The healing effect can't match the potion that Dad makes. I have to work hard to become an alchemist like my dad!"

"My daughter speaks beautifully, too. Let's work hard with this Dad. If the business goes well, the treasurer said that he had plans to open a direct sales store."

"Oh! Direct Selling Shop!"

It is an alchemist's dream to open their own potion shop. Dad's eyes were wet with emotion.

"As expected, Count Gillette is merciful. How grateful I was since he accepted a fledgling alchemist who was wandering with two little kids..."

"..."

That's not it, Dad. If it wasn't for Bianca, you'd still be a fledgling alchemist, who couldn't even get the minimum wage while bound by a slave contract.

"I'm so grateful to even get connected with the new herb supplier. Isn't the quality of the herbs coming in these days really good? In the past, herbal shops used to mix rotten things and rarely set deadlines."

That's because I'm the one delivering.

"If they can even get us these high-quality ingredients, the potion profit is coming to us almost in full...The Count's share seems too small, is it okay?..."

Ah, now let's stop talking about this!

It is true that Bianca offered unconventional conditions for the convenience of our family, but it was I who was also supplying the materials, so it was not going to be to the extent that my father was worried.

It was impossible to explain them in detail, so I dismissed them briefly.

"Don't you think Miss Bianca and the Treasurer will do a great job? I don't think running a business is something we should get involved in."

"Oh, yes! I had a little presumptuous thought. I'm glad Eli stopped me."

We started discussing which potions to make.

We also actively accepted Frintz opinion, who was in charge of the tasting, so the atmosphere became more like a family meeting.

As soon as the contents were sorted out to some extent, production began. Now all that remains was to do mechanical work.

When my father made potions and pills, it became a division of labor in such a way that I post-process the food and Frintz made the taste test. As is common with those who started a business, our family was filled with hope and talked about dreams.

It started with a Frintz.

"What will Eli do when you have a lot of money?"

I'm going to spend it on my Transmigrator exclusive cash shop.

"I should help you become a knight, Brother. I'll save the rest of my money for the future of your Knights academy."

"Ah, Eli..."

At the words of the Knights Academy, Frinz looked at me with admiration and emotion.

It will take quite a while of time because I have to stay there for 6 years, but I'm glad that he seems to like it too.

Frintz asked dad the same question.

"What about your Dad? What do you want to do when we get rich?"

"I..."

The face of our single Dad, who had raised two children by himself while drenched in hardships, became dull.

"I want to visit the house we lived with Mom. I haven't been able to go there because I haven't had time."

"..."

"..."

The atmosphere became somber.

Ironically, my transmigrated body also lost her mother early. Instead, this time, the difference is that she didn't die while giving birth, but disappeared.

It was then that a watery tone started to form in my father's voice.

"Your mother...She was a person who appeared out of nowhere and disappeared just as suddenly..."

"She ran away...hmph."

Frintz covered my mouth.

"Shh, the next time we split the chocolate chip cookie in half, I'll give you a bigger portion."

"..."

This is the kind of negotiation I've heard a lot about. Except coffee ice cream turned into chocolate chip cookies.

I mumbled while my mouth still covered by Frintz's hand.

"It should be the part that has a lot of chocolate in it."

"Okay. Shush now."

Frintz seemed to want to protect Dad's beautified memories, but to me, the mother of my transmigrated body didn't have such a good image.

'A person who blocked the path of a brilliant young man!'

From the first meeting between Dad and Mom, something was strange.

It was a time when my father was being exploited in the Golden Ivory Tower. One rainy day, Dad went to the forest to dig herbs to make a living. Then he found an injured woman there and took her to his hut for treatment, after that, she settled down there with memory loss as an excuse.

After being rescued, she had the nerve to eat from the meager earnings of a young student.

As I was reminded of the old saying against picking up people on a rainy day, my father's recollection began.

"She was a high-maintenance person. It looked like she grew up being well-taken care of...but she was also strangely good at hunting, so she walked through the woods and caught animals, saying she picked them up on the way home. Moreover, since she was always hungry, she often begged me to cook the stew quickly. At that time, I secretly cried a lot while cleaning the intestines of dead animals..."

As he recalled those memories, dad had a happy face.

You really loved her.

My cheeks became even puffier.

That being said, my evaluation of a bad person who turned a brilliant young man into a widower did not change.

Anyway, the scope of the family that I accepted after I transmigrated was Dad and Brother.

It's enough to care only about these two people, there's no need to attach affection to the mother of a transmigrated body who I don't even know the face of and is suspected of running away.

Perhaps noticing the dissatisfaction in my heart, Dad spoke in her defense.

"At a glance, it felt like she was living in a different world than us... It's not strange if one day she regained her memories and went back to where she came from..."

No, that's just being garbage.

I've never had a mother before, but I can still say this.

"Don't you hate her? She left you with two kids and disappeared."

"Not at all. I'm always thankful for gaining two treasures."

"..."

When I heard such a thing, I couldn't complain anymore. Then a piece of unexpected information came in.

"I don't think Mom abandoned us."

"Brother?"

"Until now, I thought it was a dream and I didn't tell you. Actually, I saw Mom the night before she disappeared. We also talked."

"What? Really, Frintz?!"

Excited dad almost spilled the flask.

While I was fixing it, Frintz brought up the eyewitness record.

"I woke up in the middle of the night from a nightmare, and all of a sudden Mom woke up next to me and got annoyed at something. Then she took a hoe and a plow from the yard and went into the woods."

"..."

"I remember what she said back then when I called her by the window. She said 'It looks like some black cattle that don't even know their place have come out of the cage, so I'll go grab them'...I think it was something like that..."

"..."

...What. Is it just me? Doesn't Mom feel quite unusual?

"I'm sure mom had her reasons." (Frintz)

"I also remember. When I woke up, the tools used to grow herbs were gone. I wondered if something went wrong when she went to catch something like a wild boar..."(Dad)

For some reason, I had a strong feeling that it might not have been a wild boar.

What the hell was Mom doing?

'Ah, I don't know anymore.'

I put aside the questions I couldn't answer right away and concentrated on making potions again.

The daily routine of praying early in the morning, stopping by the Dungeon Farm to supply herbs, and performing alchemy in my Dad's lab continued.

There was a lot of work, but there was no shortage of time. On the contrary, there was free time left. It was thanks to the fact that the time flow of the Dungeon Farm was tripled if compared to real-time outside.

When I brought a scale inside the dungeon to measure the herbs, the daily production target was met in the early afternoon when I carried everything out.

Bianca was also busy taking successor's classes.

With my personal spare time available, I decided to start an important task that I had put off.

[System I purchased the 'Job Change Package (Combat)']

[System Select 'Aura Master's Energy' to acquire 'Aura Awakening Quest', 'Physical Training', and 'Weapon Training']

I bought the Aura package and opened it with the wretched heart of getting my one-year fitness membership canceled.

Sniff. Sniff. Now there is no turning back because refund is not possible.

(Note: Guess in Korea there's no refund with cancellation.)

[System Gains 'Rigid Body Lv.1' through physical training.]

[System Gains 'Basic Wood Swordsmanship Lv.1' by 'Weapon Training'. If you change the main weapon, the weapon skill changes automatically.]

[System A conditional quest for awakening the Aura occurs.]

[Quest To become an Aura Master, you must first become a Sword Master!

Reach Rigid Body Lv.50 (1/50)brAchieve weapon skill Lv.50 (1/50)br- The currently registered primary weapon is 'Wood Sword', and the secondary weapon is 'None'.]

These were the contents I saw when I gave the Aura package to Frintz.

Just by awakening the basic skill 'Rigid body Lv.1' and 'Basic Wood Swordsmanship Lv.1' my body already seemed to have changed a little.

I picked up a feather pen from dad's desk and swung it around.

"Yap! Yap! Yaap!"

There was quite a disciplined and plausible attitude. But after 10 minutes, I ran into a serious problem.

'Why is my skill level barely increasing?'

The level for Rigid body was slightly raised, but the weapon skill did not gain any experience points at all. Despite the blessings of high-speed growth, it was clear that this method was the wrong way.

I was wondering if I could buy swordsmanship skills at the cash shop and learn them, but that wasn't the case.

All combat skills had ability awakening attached to the purchase conditions.

(Note: I guess it's like having to get Skill X up to Lv.05 before being able to buy and learn Skill 01. Anyone who played Ragnarok will know it.)

['The Troubled Skyscraper Architect' points out that Aura is a field that basically uses the body, and that the body has no choice but to train honestly.]

'First of all, I don't know how to train...'

I understand that I have to approach it as if I was exercising and when I first bought the Aura package, I was determined.

The problem is that I have no idea what to do on my own.

['The World-building God' says that awakening aura is difficult without the help of experts, as it requires training in weapons that match your inclinations, mental methods that fit your constitution, and correct movements and footwork with pedagogical training.]

The advice from World God convinced me.

"Okay. Self-learning is unreasonable I'll need a teacher."

What to do? Should I attend a swordsmanship class like Frintz? Or is there a home training video lecture at the Cash Shop?

['The World-building God' says you don't need to worry too much.]

Huh? What do you mean? It was a puzzling thing to say.

Oh, do you need a teacher?

"Oh, my!"

Surprised by the sudden voice, the cross necklace lit up. Soon, the rays of light came together to form the shape of a certain blonde beauty.

[System The ego of a hero-class saint, 'Agnes of the Whip Sword' reappears.]

A saint's ego? Agnes?

A ghostly translucent figure greeted me warmly.

Hello, I'm Agnes. Did you know that I was one of the heroes who stopped the Dungeon Burst on the Day of Sacrifice?

"Uh, um, maybe...are you Cardinal Cattleya's friend...?"

Oh, do you know Cattleya? How is she doing? Now she must be old enough to be a curved grandma, is she healthy and doing well?

"Ah yes. She's healthy."

Still, out of my mind, I answered in a daze and only nodded my head.

I will listen carefully to the current situation of my close friend later, I will get to the main point. I accidentally prevented a disaster and was promoted to a Saint because of it, but in fact, that was not my main job while I was alive.

"What was your main job?"

The Vatican's 1st Hell Instructor.

"..."

Gulp.

Suddenly, my shoulders trembled instinctively.

Agnes cheerfully continued the story.

It was a pity to be reincarnated right away after taking a seat in the Hall of Saints. You seem to have great potential, so I'll help you.

"How did you know my potential?"

I felt the power of God. Are you not the reincarnation of a legendary Saint? Don't you remember anything?

My ransom seems to have gone up because of the 'Legendary Saint's Soul', the divine power job-change package.

I didn't bother to deny it.

Come on, so what is the name of the legendary prodigy for a Saint candidate who woke me up?

"I'm Ellet Rodellaine."

Okay, cadet Ellet. Then there's no more to talk about...

In an instant, the good-natured and bright expression on her face disappeared and with a creepy smile on her lips, she said.

Start training.

Agnes loved it very much when she found out that this was Gillette's estate.

Count Gillette has a special training facility for a master swordsman.

"Really? That's the first time I hear of it."

Well, I heard that the swordsmanship of the second generation was cut off, guess that's why they are not using it properly. Don't worry about it. I know where it is, I came here because Cattleya invited me a few times right after she got married.

The place I followed Agnes's guidance, was a remote windbreak forest. There really was a training ground in the middle of a place that looked like a dense forest.

It was an outdoor space the size of a small gym. However, the facilities were densely packed.

There were log stepping stones, single rope bridges, iron rod overpasses, rock walls, zip tracks, etc. All connected to form a single running track.

'Is-Is this an obstacle arena for the Iron man challenge?'

The Architect who was serious about physical training immediately denied my evaluation.

['The Troubled Skyscraper Architect' judged it to be at the level of a kid's cafe.]

I-I'm past the age to go to a kid's cafe!

My body shuddered by itself, but it was impossible to refund the Aura package, and the trainer was full of motivation.

Good! It looks like it hasn't been maintained for a long time, but it's worth it.

"Wait, the safety check..."

The goal is to run one full lap every 20 minutes! Cadet Ellet, depart!

"Ugh!"

The figure of Agnes disappeared and the cross pendant dragged me by force.

I accidentally departed.

It was all right from the start of jumping the stepping-stones until I crossed the rope bridge and the iron overpass.

'It's a child's body, so it's light and easy to hang!'

However, while crossing the log stepping stone bridge, I almost fell into muddy water five times, and when I finally climbed a steep rock and stood in front of the zip track, I burst into tears.

"I, there, this place is kind of high ...Whoa!"

I had to use all the muscles of my body from my fingertips to my toes while breaking through the various courses.

"Gasp, ha-ha-ha..."

The monumental first run took 42 minutes.

You're late, Cadet Ellet! Hurry up! One more lap!

"Sniff, ugh."

I got up again while listening to Agnes' whipping voice.

But she wasn't only yelling. Every time I finished one course, I was cheered a lot by chants such as "Good!", "Good job!" and "Great!"

I don't think I've ever received so many compliments in my life...

['The Harsh Commentator who adjusts the balance' asks you to question yourself whether you're really being trained.]

I-I am!

It was when I crossed the high bar and the iron overpass by hanging on an iron rod. Agnes chattered, drenched in memories.

Being back as an instructor reminds me of the old days.

"Re-Re-Reakky! Gasp-ha-ha-gasp..."

After about ten laps like this, most of them would cry and beg, but some hard-working kids would stare at me with murdering glares. Then I used to say this.

"Sniff...Ha-Ha-Ha-..."

Be strong when you are angry! This instructor is always willing to remove the badge of rank and straighten things out with you outside the Vatican!

"Sniff...Th-That word, gasp-gasp! I'll keep that in mind. Ha-Ha-Ha-...Gasp!"

Very good guts! With that in your heart, go around one more lap!

"Argh...!"

After completing three laps, the sunset was setting in the sky.

Plop.

"I can't do it anymore. Ha-ha-ha-ha-..."

You worked hard, Cadet Ellet. It's the first day, so I'll give you a handicap. Today's training ends here!

Panting, I lay down on the lawn and looked up at the red sky.

While crossing the stepping stone, I fell into muddy water making me look simply horrible. I could even taste the earth in my mouth, but I didn't have the strength to spit it out.

"No one...I can't get up... Dad...Brother..."

I called my family. Of course, I only reconfirmed the fact that this genre was absolutely not childcare. Sniff.

['The Scales that Judges the Soul' teases your F-class physical strength, asking if you're already tired.]

['The Harsh Commentator who adjusts the balance' says that she has been an S-class so far, and has been an OP in many ways, so he evaluates that it's better to eat more nerf.]

['The Troubled Skyscraper Architect' clicks his tongue as he wonders if she will be able to climb the Tower of Trials he has built.]

You hateful gods. I'm sad now.

['The World-building God' gets angry to be quiet because everyone is too loud.]

['The World-building God' is sad to see you covered in mud]

'Th, thank you, World God...as expected, you are the best...'

Is it because my limbs were wet? It was a bit cold, so I was sniffling my nose.

['The World-building God' is worried and makes an impulsive purchase.]

Huh? Impulsive purchase?

[System 'The World-building God' sponsors you with '30 packs of Ginseng extract.]

[Item 'Ginseng Extract'brThe essence is extracted from the everlasting Eden's farm-grown ginseng. For 2 hours immediately after taking, your stamina will spring up and muscle regeneration will increase explosively.

Note: If you train hard, you can expect a week's worth of exercise in 2 hours.]

...Oh, my god. This is awesome.

['The Scales that Judges the Soul' calls him crazy about giving a month's salary to the believer.]

['The Harsh Commentator who adjusts the balance' is even more surprised to find out that a general manager's salary is only that much.]

['The Troubled Skyscraper Architect' is also looking for a job change saying that civil servants are paid too little.]

After expressing my ardent gratitude to the World God, I received the ginseng extract. And without hesitation, I took one sachet and drank it all the way.

"Wow!"

My drenched body, which had been like wet cotton from a while ago, became light as if it was about to fly away in an instant.

Ops, this is not the time to admire. Agnes, who had gone into the necklace after the end of the training, was called.

"Teacher! Instructor Agnes!"

Why are you calling me?

Maybe it's because she is out of office hours, but her tone was gentle, and her way of speaking changed.

"I want to train more!"

Huh? The kid who just died? Anyway, I'm glad you have grit. Then let's do it lightly with 10 more laps!

"Yes!"

Didn't it say that it was the effect of a week of training for 2 hours? I couldn't waste a second.

I started running the track vigorously on a moonlit night, and by the time the two hours were up...

[System Congratulations! Achieved Rigid Body Lv.7.]

With the combination of an OP item, Ginseng extract, and an OP buff, blessings for high-speed growth, my body became incredibly strong.

Agnes muttered with a slightly dazed face.

...Did you succeed in a 20-minute run in one day? Is this possible?

"Hehehe."

Tell me honestly. What did you eat while I took my eyes off?

Twitch.

Indeed, The Vatican's 1st Hell Instructor's sharp eyes deaftly caught the doping.

"Actually, the God I believe in gave me something..."

What? You are even receiving holy things from God?

"Yes."

It is not 'Strict order and Goodwill, but let's reveal this later when the time comes.

Whoa, yes. A legend is not a legend for nothing.

Agnes, who understood the situation, exclaimed with enthusiasm.

Okay, Cadet Ellet! With this momentum, starting tomorrow, ten laps every day!

"Yes!"

It has been four days since I have been doping training with one pack of Ginseng extract a day.

Thanks to running hard, I gained the combined effect of four weeks of training, and Rigid Body has already reached Lv.17. My physical condition had changed a lot and I felt as if I could participate in track and field as a part of the national team and win a medal right now.

Excellent work, Cadet Ellet. It seems that basic physical training is now over. I thought it would take at least a month, I'm really surprised.

"Hehehe. It's all thanks to the instructor's support."

I'm glad that my support became a strength. I think we can start to take on weapon training.

On the fifth day of training, Agnes conducted a theory class before starting full-scale weapons training.

Cadet Ellet, do you know what other names Aura users have?

"Yes! Sword Master!"

You got it right. It's Sword Master. It means that you have attained the ultimate in swordsmanship. So, do you know why you can take the first step in Aura only when you reach the last step of swordsmanship?

"Um, well..."

Agnes did not delay the time as if it was natural to not know.

I'll show you.

Agnes, who embodied her ghostly form in front of me, started the demonstration. She had a twig in her hand.

Aura is the source of life, and to put it simply, it is like flowing water. It's formless. It is no ordinary matter to let such Aura flow according to one's will. Even when you have mastered swordsmanship and can handle your beloved sword as if it were a part of your body, the only thing you can do at first is to let the aura form on the sword. So, by default, Aura users enter under the title of Sword Master.

Swish.

As Agnes shook the twig, a white aura of energy overlaid on the branch. It was a sword called, Aura Sword. Of course, it's not a real sword, but an energy reinforcement.

The realm of Aura users is divided into three stages. Can you tell me what they are?

"Beginner, Expert, Master!"

Yes. At the Aura Beginner stage, once you get used to it, you can inject Aura into any shape. Like this twig.

"Wow, so everything around you can become a weapon?"

Yes. However, this cannot be said to be a high-level skill. It's basically forming an aura layer on any type of surface. Now I'll show you the Aura Expert.

The white light on the branch gradually increased in length.

"Oh, the Sword Aura is taller than me."

No, this can't be called a Sword Aura anymore.

Tuk.

Even though Agnes dropped a branch on the floor, the white light remained in her hands. Then I remembered the name of the weapon made of that light.

"Sword...so, Aura Blade?"

I inadvertently said wuxia martial arts terminology, but corrected it in the middle.

Yes. To understand it in a simpler way, Aura, which is like flowing water, becomes hard ice. The higher the level, the harder the Aura Blade becomes, far exceeding Adamantium, Mithril, and Orihalcum.

"Ah..."

Agnes let go of the Aura Blade, but it did not fall nor vanished.

There is no rule that you have to hold it with your hand. All you have to do is make it flow with your will.

"What?!"

The sword of light floated in the air and revolved around Agnes. Then, at some point, it stood tall and exploded into seven.

"Oh god..."

Crazy. This is the Ten Thousand Swords.

(Note: I'm so in deep-level of Wuxia termology at this point that I want to cry.)

This is the ultimate state, the Aura Master. Seven is the limit for me.

"Wow! Sist-, no, Instructor you are so cool."

I felt like falling in love for real. At this point, should I push Aura as my main ability instead of just divine power?

This is not the end.

"What? Is there another after Aura Master?"

Soul sword.

"Ah."

You must have heard of it. It is a state of transcendence that can instantly kill an opponent by moving the Aura at will. In terms of divine power, it can be said that it is at a level where only a proxy of god can step on.

(Note: The divine counterpart used is called언령-Kodama. The act of words having power. So, if you say Die, and you have plenty of divine power for it, the person dies. Proxy of God is pretty much near it.)

"Wow..."

I did not reach it.

I felt remorse from the words she added with a smile.

The theory class ended with the seven spectacular swords disappearing.

First of all, you should choose the type of weapon you want to master to the extreme. It will take a long time to find the right weapon for you, Cadet. Let's try them one by one from now on.

"Yes, Instructor!"

I took out the 'training weapon package' I bought at the cash shop for today's class. It was a kit containing various types of weapons such as swords, spears, bows, and whips.

Agnes, who praised my readiness, said.

Cadet Ellet, I have some good news and some bad news before you pick up your weapon. What would you like to hear?

"T-the bad news?"

Up until now, I have been very kind. From now on, as you start training in earnest, you will know the true fear of this instructor. I'll show you why this instructor is called Hell Instructor!

"Hik. The good news is?"

The Cadet is very lucky to meet an instructor like me.

"..."

Oh, I don't mean to make fun of you, it's because I know how to wield all weapons. I can teach you any weapon you choose. That's what it means.

"Aha."

Nodding my head in agreement, I thought to myself.

'The instructor is lucky too. Because...'

I checked the buff in the system window with pleased eyes.

[Status 'Blessings of high-speed growth'brThe protection of the gods of the Transmigration Management Bureau that raises the achievement rate of all abilities by 5 times.]br'Because her cadet is an OP.'

It's time to show off your true value, After-Life Insurance Benefits!

Okay, I'll teach you the sword first. I'll give you an example, so follow along. Come on, like this!

"Yes! Ya! Ya!"

[System congratulations! Basic Wood Swordsmanship Lv.2 has been achieved.]br[System congratulations! Basic Wood Swordsmanship Lv.3 has been achieved.]brEven before the 20 minutes passed, messages popped up one after another.

Ho? You're doing a lot better than I expected. Next is the spear...see? Now do it. If it doesn't work, you'll do it until it works!

"Yes! Hyaa!"

[System congratulations! You have achieved Spear Lv.2.]br[System congratulations! You have achieved Spear Lv.3.]brLevel up was also fast with the next one.

...Hmmm, swords and spears are the most basic types of weapons. It seems that the Cadet is the strong type with basic skills. However! It's going to be really different from now on! Raise your bow! It's time to experience the frustration of not being able to reach the target!

"Yes! Whoa!"

[System congratulations! You have achieved Archery Lv.2.]br[System congratulations! You have achieved Archery Lv.3.]brWhat does frustration taste like? I don't know.

...Th-this, this time it's going to be really difficult! The whip is a high-level weapon that requires the ability to delicately control the tension of the rope! I'll give a stinging lesson to the Cadet's pride, so be prepared!

"Yes!"

[System congratulations! You have achieved Whiplash Lv.2.]br[System congratulations! You have achieved Whiplash Lv.3.]br"Hehe?"

...

"Instructor?"

What kind of monster... Where did this legend come from?

I think it's the best compliment I've ever heard. I'm so proud.

Agnes sighed and assessed me.

You can just choose whatever you want to do. Choose your main weapon and secondary weapon.

"Oh, then I..."

There was a weapon I had in mind from the beginning.

Without hesitation, I chose the sword as my primary weapon and the whip as my secondary weapon.

Agnes was silent for a moment, and I waited for her reaction.

Cadet.

"Yes."

Did you choose it on purpose?

"A little?"

I laughed softly.

...You're a snarky cadet.

Agnes, aware of my true intentions, seemed to smile a little, but soon changed to her serious face.

Cadet Ellet, I will ask properly. Does that mean you want to learn the Whip sword?

I also looked at her with a serious gaze.

"Yes."

I've learned a bit about Agnes.

Agnes Azlit.

A paladin who wields a Whip-Sword that freely changes length and path according to the flow of Aura.

She was famous as a hero of the continent and a Saint of the Holy Country who stopped the 'Ice Palace Dungeon Burst' decades ago, from the front lines.

But even before such achievements, she was a promising aura user with unrivaled skills inside the Vatican.

Already mastering all weapons in her teens, she earned the title of Weapon Meister, and in her twenties, looking for a deeper realm in martial arts to dig into, she mastered the whip-sword and devised her own swordsmanship.

Is constantly argued that if she hadn't died and were still alive, she might have defeated Prince Hispenril, the strongest in the current setting.

'Maybe she would have reached the level of Soul Sword.'

It is a special sword technique made by a person who became a role model regardless of nationality. It was absolutely necessary to learn it.

It's been a long time since I've seen these eyes. You seem really greedy.

"Yes. Please teach me."

The Whip-sword is different from a normal weapon. You can only learn it when you have reached the limits in the sword, the whip and can handle Aura at an expert level or higher. In the first place, a whip-sword is a sword that is maintained with Aura.

"I know."

Hoo, and you still dare to choose swordsmanship that is far beyond the starting line? Good. If you don't change your mind until you qualify, then I'll think about it.

"Really? You promised!"

Yes.

I got a chance. I gave an immediate bow.

"Thank you, Instructor!"

The rewarding life of a transmigrator continued.

I pray early at dawn, lightly lap over obstacle tracks, do morning swordsmanship training, weigh herbs at the dungeon farm in the morning, craft potions in Dad's lab in the afternoon, and train again for the rest of the day...

The time to be a playmate of the Count's Young Lady was diminished. Bianca has also been busy with her successor classes these days.

We could only see each other for a moment in the evening, like now.

"Mr. Rodellaine and Eli's potions are finally on display in the shop from tomorrow."

And as always, it's a work topic.

Gillette's estate had three dungeons. The subjugated dungeon is always crowded with adventurers who have come to dig up resources.

The places where my potions would be delivered were the potion shops around there.

"This is the contract document. Read it."

"Okay."

As I took the papers Bianca gave me and looked through them, I spontaneously yawned.

Uninteresting content is also a problem, but I was really tired from continuing training even after the effects of the Ginseng extract had decreased fatigue...

"...hot!"

I came to my senses after I dozed off, but when I saw Bianca sitting across from me.

"oh!"

"..."

"..."

She was doing the same.

We checked each other's condition and laughed.

"You look very tired these days, Eli."

"Bia. Is the successor class very difficult?"

"A little. I have a lot of homework, and I have exams every day."

"You take exams every day?!"

"It's okay. But it's hard because I can't see Eli's face often."

"Bia..."

Her buzzing words did not end here.

"Would you like to sleep in my bed tonight?"

I couldn't refuse the Count's Young Lady's fatal temptation.

"Yes!"

Because Bianca's mattress was incredibly soft.

I had nothing to worry about because I washed up early after training, so I went straight up on Bianca's bed. Actually, it wasn't even the first time. I secretly slept with Bianca several times.

It might be troublesome if a commoner's playmate is found to be getting this casual with the Count's Young Lady, but it was okay because there were no servants entering Bianca's room without her permission.

I lifted the blanket and tapped the seat next to me.

"Bia, finish your homework and hurry up."

"I just finished. I'll go."

We lay side by side facing each other.

Feeling very tired, Bianca fell asleep quickly as soon as her head touched the pillow, and a gold light glittered on my necklace.

She looks just like Cattleya when she was young, but the creepy part is that she's smart just like my friend.

It sounded like she was complaining about it, but she had a soft voice.

But this child doesn't have much power. Will she be okay in this harsh world? ...Ellet, please take good care of her.

"Of course."

I whispered softly and closed my eyes. It was time for a good night's sleep to face a rewarding tomorrow.

A C-class dungeon located in the southwestern part of Gillette's estate, 'The Contaminated Crystal Cave'.

Although the boss was subjugated decades ago, it is a dungeon that has not been closed due to the production of various mineral resources.

Even today, adventurers lined up early in the morning to make a living working in the dungeon.

Taking off their jacket and holding a pickaxe, people looked more like veteran miners than an adventurer. The subjugated C-class dungeon was nothing more than a regular mine.

Tung! bang! Tung! bang!

Lively sound of pickaxes hitting stone echoed throughout the crystal cave.

"I've never seen you before."

"I am working as a daily worker to earn some money. Have you been working here for a long time?"

"Yes. I've been here since the boss was subjugated, If you take all those years into account, you can say I'm a miner now. Hahaha."

"Somehow, I thought your biceps were extraordinary for a simple miner."

"You have good eyes for a young friend! These are my pride!"

The inside was warmed with the heat of labor. Beads of sweat flowed down the cool muscles that were wriggling with excitement. Everyone in here thought their body was a precious asset and the muscles they have been constantly managing seemed to shine.

Around the time they shared information on nourishing food and drinks, and tips for mining.

Doom! Ta-ah! Doom! Ta-ah!

A dull vibration reverberated throughout the cave.

"Hey, what is this sound?! Is-is this a beast?!"

The part-timer was startled. He was just a novice swordsman who couldn't even awaken the Aura. He applied for the job application believing in the words of the employment agency that this was a safe dungeon, but what kind of sound is this?

But others didn't care at all.

The veteran man chuckled.

"Brother Fhenril has come to work today. Indeed, even the sound of his pickaxe is different!"

"Bro-Brother Fhenril?"

"Look over there, over there."

Doom!

Vibration echoed again from within the dark space pointed to by the veteran.

There was a man there.

A very famous middle-aged man to everyone in the area, who quietly started mining in this place about a month ago.

And the reason for his fame...

Doom! Ta-ah!

Pussack! Crascking! Kuruwuru!

The inexhaustible power to destroy the dungeon with only the power of his body!

The part-timer was shocked.

'Gasp! To have the strength to match that of an Aura user with just muscle power!'

Indeed, the middle-aged man called Fhenril was the owner of unusual muscles.

The lumpy biceps brachialis, the pectoralis major as wide as a wall, and the rectus abdominis as hard as a shield.

The flexing created by those muscles was truly an art, and the shape of his upper body was a well-balanced inverted triangle that could be admired even in geometry theory.

The light reflected from the drops of sweat rolling down the wheat-colored skin was dazzling.

The moment he flicked his bangs to wipe the sweat.

'Gasp.'

A breathtakingly handsome face was revealed. He was the epitome of a muscular middle-aged man.

The part-time youth, whose mouth was open, came to his senses and decided to point out one thing.

"By the way, is that person younger than you?"

"What kind of bullshit is that! If he's stronger than me of course he's an Older Brother!"

When he heard the logic, the young daily part-timer thought that it sounded right. Other adventurers in the cave were also looking at Fhenril with envy.

"If only I could touch those muscles once..."

"How does he prepare his food? What kind of pills do I have to take for muscle supplement to get to that?"

"Ah, I want to ask him the secrets to his muscles. But I don't dare approach...!"

Meanwhile, Fhenril's pickaxe continued.

When he swung his back and hit the wall with all his strength...

Kwawagwagwang!

A road that did not exist was created anew.

"Hmm!"

Fhenril looked down at his dynamic wriggling muscles.

'The pectoralis major and erector spinae seem to be in very good mood. The deltoids and lats seem to be a bit sprained, so I'll have to train them today to heal them...Oops, it's time to eat my pills!'

Fhenril hurriedly put the muscle-supplement pill into his mouth and chewed it.

The taste was bitter enough to paralyze the tongue, but it didn't matter for him to sacrifice his sense of taste to prevent muscle loss.

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

"Th-there's a crack in the ceiling... ... ?!"

"Ah! It's collapsing! Everyone get away!"

A once-in-a-decade emergency broke out in the subjugated C-class dungeon.

The ceiling collapsed and a beast appeared. A massive wriggling body, a mouth with sphincter-like teeth, and acidic bodily fluids dripping down.

Someone said its name.

"Ac-Acid Worm!"

"Why, why are there still such large beasts...!"

Chwii!

"Ouch, aww!"

As the acid worm sprayed saliva, screams erupted everywhere along with the smell of burning flesh.

"W-We need to call someone who can fight...!"

The Acid Worm, which was the size of a house, was a C-class middle boss. To get rid of it, at least one Aura Beginner must come. However, it was impossible to find someone who could handle Aura, leisurely mining in a subjugated C-class dungeon.

Those with combat power at best in a slightly better level than ordinary, were confused.

They tried to run away, but a rockfall occurred when the Acid Worm appearance blocked the entrance.

"A-Agh!"

"R-rookie!"

The young part-time was in a crisis, isolated by the sudden fall of rocks. The moment the monster's disgusting mouth was about to hit him.

Phog!

A pickaxe flew and struck the worm's face. When the Acid Worm, which had been stunned, flinched in place.

"Gyaa!"

Someone rescued the young daily part-timer in a princess carry. Leaping through the air, he looked down at the young man and asked.

"Are you okay, young man?"

"What? Ye-Yes!"

It was then that the young man realized that he was encased in a pectoralis major as wide as a plain.

"I-It's Brother Fhenril!"

"Brother Fhenril saved the newcomer!"

The adventurers chanted the name of Fhenril with joy.

Some even chewed their lips out of envy when they saw the young part-timer's hand that was gently resting on their brother's pectoralis major.

Kuo!

The Acid Worm, which had lost all its teeth and had to eat porridge for the rest of its life, was very angry. He rushed at Fhenril, spitting out acidic bodily fluids.

"Bro-Brother Fhenril! It's dangerous!"

"Avoid, brother!"

"..."

Fhenril did not follow the advice of his younger brothers.

His legs stood firm in place, like a breakwater that withstands the waves.

The moment when everyone closed their eyes at the sight of the Acid Worm rushing in a straight path.

Fhenril raised his fist silently and then.

Paaaah!

The Acid Worm, which stopped with a fist stuck in its forehead, shrank like a spring. In an instant, Fhenril lifted the Acid Worm with both hands, like weightlifting training weights.

Boowoo!

And ripped it apart

The mouths of the people who witnessed the scene opened beyond normal surprise.

"O-our brother...was he an Aura user?"

"No. That was...just pure muscle power..."

"Oh, my... Brother. It's amazing..."

The person concerned only checked the muscles as if he was not impressed with the situation.

"Hmm! The training wasn't all bad."

He ordered for those around.

"Come on, heal your wounds."

"Ye-Yes, Brother!"

There were no serious injuries.

While the adventurers drank the healing potion they each carried, Fhenril finished cleaning and cleared the rocks that blocked the entrance.

It was at that moment when he quietly returned to his place and picked up the pickaxe. His composure, which had been calm even in front of the worm, was finally broken.

"No! Where is my mind! If I don't eat every 30 minutes, I will lose muscle...!"

Fhenril gave a look of dismay as if he had just lost his country when he saw the muscle supplement pills that had melted by the worm's bodily fluids.

At that time, the young part-timer who owed his life shyly approached him.

"I...Brother, if you are in a hurry, even this..."

It was a finely-wrapped pill, Gillette's lord certification mark and the label 'Rodel' stood out. From the perspective of Fhenril, who has been consuming all kinds of medicinal herbs, it somehow felt more magical than normal pills.

"It's not as good as the grace you've given me, but it's my small token of gratitude. Please accept it, brother."

"Hmm! I'm not a person to be indebted to someone..."

"I understand! Come on. You are losing muscles right?"

"Hmm! Right! Thank you for your kindness."

Fhenril took the pill in one bite and chewed it.

As usual with medicines that are good for the body, he prepared for the pain on his tongue that he would feel in the future.

But.

"Hey, this taste...?!"

The taste of crispy deep-fried pork and juicy sweet sauce spread throughout the mouth.

It was more delicious than a decent dish, so it was like a shock in his life, who has been following a low-carb diet so far. He also suspected that it might be a hallucination. However, seeing his muscles rejoice more than ever, it was clear that he ate a muscle supplement.

"Do you want more?"

"Oh, huh! Hmm...! I will not refuse...hum!"

"You will have an upset stomach, brother! Drink the potion while you eat!"

"Hmm! It's a healthy-looking spinach color. Thanks...No, how does a potion taste like juice?!"

Taking a closer look at the glass bottle, he was able to find the name Rodel again.

"Alchemist Rodel...To make something like this..."

Fhenril, who had been saved by the taste, shed tears of emotion.

"Brother Fhenril was moved."

"Did he say alchemist Rodel?"

The adventurers who were watching the scene memorized Rodel's name.

Unintentionally enjoying an influencer effect, Ellet's collaboration with Leonard quickly began to go viral, centered on the Tainted Crystal Cave dungeon.

We heard the news when my dad and I were making the deliveries for next month.

"Rodellaine, do you have any potions in stock? We must deliver immediately!"

"Mr. Treasurer? It has only been a week since the last delivery, is there any defect in the delivered item? If there's a lot of items necessary to be exchanged them..."

"No! A month's worth of stuff has already been sold. Now, the clients are begging for more!"

"Re-really?!"

The Treasurer told us in detail about the outcome of the potion sale.

The three stores ran out of stock in less than a week.

In particular, in the vicinity of the 'Contaminated Crystal Cave', it was sold out within two days as if there was even strong word of mouth, and adventurers were even making reservations.

Selling a month's worth in a week wasn't the only problem.

As rumors spread to other regions, it was estimated that demand would gradually increase.

['The World-building God' encourages you to buy the ticket to change the genre if you keep working hard like this.]

The dream of childcare rises again.

['The Harsh Commentator who adjusts the balance' says that by the time you collect 10 billion cash you are already an adult.]

['The Scales that Judges the Soul' whispers that an R-rated romance is good because the main character here is handsome.]

['The Eyes that watch over the chaos of all things' peeks at the GL.]

['The Troubled Skyscraper Architect' strongly shouts that the actual genre is good enough because the transmigrator can climb the tower.]

Yes, yes.

While the gods expressed their tastes, I gave up my dream of changing genres.

Dad, who had been dazed for a long time even after the treasurer went away, came to his senses.

"Hey, I shouldn't waste time right now! We must hurry up production!"

"Yes, Dad!"

We immediately put everything aside and started production. We even called Frintz and borrowed his hand.

As a result of staying up all night for two days.

"Ah, Dad, it seems that the amount requested by the customer for this week has been met."

"Yes, Eli. Great job. Get some sleep now."

"Yes."

Taking away the blanket from Frintz, who had fallen asleep, I asked.

"Dad, aren't you sleeping? You look very tired..."

"Dad will do more. I think we should have a week's worth of spare time."

"A week?"

Dad smiled like a spring breeze even though he had a blank face.

"Yes. I have to make it if we want to go to the house where we lived with mom."

"Ah..."

I procrastinated crawling into the blanket and complained a little.

"If you collapse..."

"Dad is fine."

The power of love had the same effect as stamina potions.

Even at this moment, Dad's hand movements, making potions, were unparalleled in speed and accuracy. In the last two days, Dad must have leveled up too.

I talked to him while I was slightly awake.

"Dad said that you two lived together when you were young and training at the Golden Ivory Tower, right?"

"Li-Li-live together...uh yeah it, w-we-we did."

"Then our house must also be in the Principality of Hispenril? The Golden Ivory Tower is around there, right?"

"Right."

A small principality ruled by the Duke of Hispenril, who was given the title of Prince.

Taking advantage of the geographical advantages located in the center of the Serentra continent, it was a place that took charge of logistics between countries and established various craftsmen guilds, including alchemists, through active policies.

It is no exaggeration to say that it is the core of logistics, commerce, and technology of the Serentra continent.

My dad, who knew I was sour about my runaway mother, tried to get my attention.

"The Principality is a place with a lot of fascinating things, Eli. Imagine going on a family trip. Aren't you excited?"

Love that makes you willing to go back to where you have bitter memories of being kicked out of the Golden Ivory Tower.

"...I will sleep."

"Well, yes."

I pulled the blanket over my head.

'Hey, World God...'

When I called god with hesitation in my mind.

[System The 'The World-building God' consumes probability and gives you a quest.]

[Quest Hometown Tour (Difficulty: D)

Let's take a look around the hometown where the whole family lived Reward: 30 Packs of Ginseng ExtractbrFailure Penalty: None]

Oh, before I even spoke. What's more, the reward is next month's Ginseng extract package?

'World God, you are the best!'

['The Harsh Commentator who adjusts the balance' protests that the reward level and the difficulty of the quest do not match.]

['The Scales that Judges the Soul' says to change the quest to S-level difficulty.]

['The Troubled Skyscraper Architect' says that's where the Golden Ivory Tower is located, so how about conquering the top floor of the tower?]

['The World-building God' pretends not to hear.]

Today, the Transmigration Management Bureau is also at peace. Using the chatter of the gods as a lullaby, I fell into a deep sleep.

The Mansion of the Duke of Hispenril, Raemian House.

Also known as Prince.

Unlike a place in a lively city center, Raemian House was eerie.

The current Duke, Aaron Jake Hispenril, was admired by the people for governing the Duchy with firm force and fair rule.

However, compared to the country's excellent livelihood, the household seems to be poor.

After the incident 13 years ago when his biological daughter declared separation from the Lord and ran away from home, his Grace lived a workaholic life.

At least a few years ago, he adopted the hobby of muscle training, it's a shame to say that otherwise, he might have cleaned up the invoice from the office.

It has already been two years since he endured the pain of being abandoned by his daughter with an obsession for muscles. As a result, the Lord left all administration to his aides in the name of closure training and was locked up in the dungeon for several months.

Most recently, a month ago, he disappeared leaving only a note saying he was going to practice in the 'Contaminated Crystal Cave'.

Aides predicted that it would take at least two more months for him to return home.

But today, to everyone's surprise, the Lord returned to Raemian House.

Chief Adviser Edgar said as he picked up his old jacket.

"Why don't you make yourself comfortable, sir?"

"I don't know what my daughter is going through, how can this father be comfortable?"

"For you to say that, seems like your muscles have become more plentiful."

"Well..."

There was no cloth under the coat. The artistic muscles that were revealed without regret wriggled shyly.

"So what's the rush and the important thing? I feel uncomfortable because I stopped training because of you."

On the day he left the dungeon, he struggled to shake off the clinging younger brothers he made on the mine saying for him not to go.

Edgar said to the disgruntled prince.

"I have found the traces of Princess Elthea."

"...!"

The prince jumped up from his seat.

"Where is it! Where the hell is she!"

"It was surprisingly close."

"Close?"

Edgar opened the map with an apology.

It was only after he delivered the news that the Duke understood why he had dared to summon him to the mansion again.

Edgar's index finger was pointing to the mountain behind a small village nearby.

It was not far from Raemian House.

"A sword mark, presumed to be the princess's skill, was found in this dungeon."

Traces of a daughter found after 13 years.

There was a glimmer of hope in the Prince's eyes.

'Hmm, this is where we are going.'

I was looking at the system map. Near the Principality's capital, a small town with a mountain behind was marked as the destination.

Today is the day I go on a filial trip with my father to my hometown.

It was time to depart.

Having finished storing the necessary items, I stood up carrying the satchel bag diagonally over my shoulder.

"Eli, have you packed all your travel items?"

"Yes, I packed more than last time."

"Yes, well done. It's dangerous outside the house."

"I'll be back soon. Stay healthy, Bia."

I hugged Bianca once and went to my dad.

"Eli, Frintz. Hang on to Daddy."

"Yes!"

I and Frintz answered at the same time and hugged Dad's waist.

Crack.

The space transition stone shattered, and the view was erased with a bright light.

Soon a familiar message arrived.

[System You have entered the Peronsa area, the capital of the Principality of Hispenril. Adjusts the current time according to the time difference.]

We arrived in the middle of the city. It was a bustling street lined with cute and pretty shops on both sides of a neatly paved boulevard. Everywhere my eyes touched was like a watercolor landscape painting.

"Hey, look over there!"

There was a landmark of the Principality to where my eyes were dragged at Frintz's cry.

Golden Ivory Tower.

A place where gold, the symbol of materialism, and the ivory tower, a symbol of noble learning, were combined.

Faithful to the concept, the cream-colored exterior walls were covered in sparkling gold paint, and true to its name, the tower's height stood out from the surrounding low-height buildings.

I measured the floor, finger by finger up the window, and was disappointed.

"Hey, it's only up to nine floors."

Isn't it a bit low to call it a tower?

Soon an expert's rebuttal came in.

['The Troubled Skyscraper Architect' explains that it's a 300-year-old building, so taking into account the technology at the time, it was enough to name it a tower.]

'I see. If you think in terms of civil engineering, it's understandable.'

['The Troubled Skyscraper Architect' says that added to the value of a historic building, it's located in the yolk of the richest land, in terms of cash it would be similar to the cost of changing the genre.]

Perhaps because he was in the construction industry, he seemed to be interested in real estate.

"Let's hold Dad's hand so we don't get lost. Eli, hand."

"Hand here!"

"Does Frintz want to walk hand in hand, too?"

"I'm fine."

I was proud of Frintz, who said that he was a little tall for that. It was worthwhile to make the medicine.

There were many waterways in Peronsa.

Around the time we were waiting for the double-decker cruise ship to pass through to cross the bridge, a group of men in luxurious green robes stood beside us for the same purpose.

'An alchemist belonging to the Golden Ivory Tower.'

I instinctively raised my head and looked at Dad. He adjusted the hood and covered his intellectually handsome face.

They were talking with each other.

"I heard that Professor Hickim got a lot of research funding this month?"

"What? Half of the research money coming into the ivory tower will always be Professor Hickim's."

"The performance is a bit sluggish these days, but he is the authority in the field of regenerating potions."

"The next owner of the tower will definitely be Professor Hikim Sarmatan."

I felt my Dad's hand shaking and gradually getting wet. Thanks to that, something I've been wondering about for a long time has been solved.

'Hikim Sarmatan.'

The name of the parasite master who attached himself to my father and sucked up the research results was clear.

['The World-building God' says he is the same person who ended up ruining the ivory tower due to corruption and embezzlement in the middle of the original work.]

While learning alchemy from my father, I had mastered all the recipes he studied.

Among them, there was also a regeneration potion.

It seems that the guy named Hikim, has been announcing Dad's achievements as if they were his own, even after Dad was expelled. It was a very lucky villain, who was able to get many research funds by stealing other people's results while only playing and eating.

I clenched my fists and vowed.

'Dad's enemy, one day I must have your head cut off.'

['The World-building God' is deeply impressed by your filial piety.]

The cruise ship passed and the pier that opened upwards returned to its original position. After the alchemists moved away, Dad regained his composure and smiled weakly.

"Eli, Frintz, are you hungry? Shall we eat first?"

"Yes!"

We answered with more vigor on purpose. Following Dad's guidance, the tour of the capital of the Principality began.

After eating pancakes and bacon at a famous brunch restaurant, I looked around the artisan workshop street and the art street to buy souvenirs.

"Ah, Eli! Fr-Frintz! Doesn't your leg hurt? Gasp, gasp..."

The physical strength of the two children who purchased the Aura package is that of an overpowering kid. I and Frintz were somewhat disappointed, but we decided to take a break because we wanted Dad to catch up.

Dad wiggled his legs as if he was about to collapse, but he went into the shop at the far corner of the cafe street.

It was a dessert cafe with a pretty and cute girly vibe, decorated with dried flowers. The reason for choosing this destination was soon revealed.

Dad took a sip of the tea he ordered and started the tale.

"This was one of the places I went on a date with Mom."

I and Frintz listened intently dipping the fondant chocolate into the bowl and eating it.

"It was a famous dating spot, but it took a lot of courage to come here only with the weekly wage I got from the ivory tower. But it must have been a place lacking for Mom. She asked me what the hell is this kind of dessert, and told me to eat it all..."

She's so mean. He even went on a date by squeezing all his fortune dry out of thin air, but blatantly ignoring people's sincerity is too much!

At the moment when affection for my mother was about to plummet.

"She fed it directly to me."

"..."

"One bite after another."

"..."

"Then, by the time I finished eating, she suddenly wanted to taste it...Hmmm! I will continue when Eli and Frintz turn fifteen."

"..."

This genre was edited for 15 rating.

"Mom said she didn't like the food outside, and when we went out on a date, she always ate as little as a bird. Then when we got home, she would complain that she was starving to death."

Was she the type who could only eat home-cooked meals?

"One day, she said she was so hungry that she caught a wild turkey at night and made me roast it whole. And then gave me all the leg parts to eat because we had a lot..."

What? Did you give up the legs? Did mom really love dad?!

"...She said that she suddenly changed her mind, so she took it and ate it all by herself. She didn't even give me a bite."

"..."

Yes. I knew it. It can't be true. The moment I felt a little relieved.

"I found out later that that was when she was pregnant with Frintz, right? That's how Dad and Mom became a family!"

"..."

In front of his daughter, who was unable to adapt to the fast progress, the father was happy with a shy face.

So, this is how it feels to hear the stories of men and women living together before marriage.

'What were you doing instead of studying?!'

As a daughter, I had mixed feelings and had a shot of cold black tea, but unlike me, Frintz seemed to be impressed with the story. He exclaimed with the chocolate smudged on his lips.

"I want to go back to the house where our family used to live!"

"Yes, we've seen enough of the capital, so let's go now."

We decided to rent a business carriage to move around.

"Could you please take us here?"

I entrusted the directions to a self-proclaimed native and boarded the carriage.

The carriage exited the capital gate and wandered over the hillside.

While traveling for a long time, the life of a young student who would have ridden a horse-drawn carriage that was more like a wagon early in the morning to go to work in the Golden Ivory Tower was pictured in my mind.

The place we arrived at was a small, shabby village along the mountain.

In fact, there was a sense that it was not enough to even call it a village. There were only a few houses, and at least there seemed to be few people living in those.

"Frintz! Eli! We're here!"

Dad pointed to the house in the deepest part of the village, which is located almost in contact with the mountain.

It was a cute little two-story hut with a triangular roof.

Unfortunately, reality has not been preserved in a beautiful form as much as memories. The hut was like a haunted house because it had been neglected for six years. All furnishings were robbed, and the footprints of mountain beast were stamped on the floor.

"..."

Dad stood still for a moment. I was worried that my father would be hurt by the reality of the worn-out and ruined memories.

I and Frintz took a look and started clearing the house, no matter who came first.

"It's small, so we'll clean it up soon! I'll start with ventilation!"

"I found a towel. I'll mop the floor with this!"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, Dad will clean up the weeds in the flower bed!"

Dad joined without knowing it. Somehow, we ended up cleaning up the abandoned house in earnest, but after doing it, it became so clean that we decided to stay for a day.

I have brought a sleeping bag, too. I was a little excited, thinking it was a camping site with a roof.

"Dad, look at this! I found a treasure in the attic!"

"Oh My God. That's the ball you used to play with, Frintz. Did it remain?"

"There are a lot of these things here. Come up quickly!"

"I'll go!"

It seems that items that had not been stolen were left in the attic.

I shouted to the attic.

"Dad, brother! I'll take a look outside."

"You mustn't go too far, Eli!"

"Yes!"

I looked around the hut. And let out a groan of agony.

"Well..."

Now I am facing a serious problem.

Obviously, while cleaning, I looked around every corner of the house.

[Quest Hometown Tour (Difficulty: D)

Let's take a look around the hometown where the whole family lived together.

Success Reward: 30 Packs of Ginseng ExtractbrFailure Penalty: None]

The quest was still incomplete.

I put in an inquiry right away.

'World God, are you there? Why can't I complete the quest?'

['The World-building God' asks you to play the yes or no game.]

Huh?

'If it is because of the inspector, please shake the carrot.'

['The World-building God' shakes the carrot wildly.]

['The Spoiler Inspector' gets angry.]

It means that World God has a purpose for me. I turned on the system map to explore a larger area.

What am I going to do in this place?

There was a mysterious empty space in the forest leading to the mountain behind. Forming a perfect circle felt more like a crater than an empty space.

As I gazed intently at the entrance to the forest, the necklace rang.

Are you going in?

"No way. If I suddenly disappear, Dad and Brother will be worried."

You are a good child.

"Of course."

That night. The sound of breathing was heard at different beats.

I quietly got out of my sleeping bag so my family wouldn't wake up, and managed to escape out of the house with a satchel bag and the necklace.

"Phew! Let's go, Agnes."

...

I'm going to go secretly because Dad and Brother would be worried.

I followed the trail relying on the luminous stone. I arrived after about 10 minutes in a walk with small steps. The destination was fairly close.

The wide recessed crater melted into the surrounding terrain with the passage of time.

A huge pool of knee-high clear water has become the home of underwater plants. It was very beautiful to see the water plants swaying in the water under the moonlight.

I looked at the place where the image of a full moon was shining. The center of the huge pool-like crater.

There, a foreign gate was slowly creating a vortex.

"It's a dungeon."

Just then, a message appeared stating that the quest of 'Hometown Exploration' was completed.

['The Harsh Commentator who adjusts the balance' nodded his head saying that, as expected, no dungeon can be missed by an S-class.]

['The Scales that Judges the Soul' sends a reproach to the 'The World-building God', asking if he was deliberately guiding believers to a dangerous place.]

['The World-building God' hurriedly explains that this was a subjugated C-class dungeon with no boss, so there will be no trouble.]

Agnes looked around and commented, in a friendly tone because she was not in training mode.

This puddle looks like it was originally a crater. It is a sign that a burst has occurred.

"Burst?"

I was surprised. 'Dungeon Burst', where monsters and demons burst out of a dungeon, like an explosion. No matter how low-level dungeons are, if a burst occurs, the difficulty jumps up and gets upgraded to at least S-class.

When demons and beasts who used to run rampant in the dungeon run rampant in the human world, the damage is enormous. It was a disaster that may destroy the Serentra Continent if it is not prevented regardless of which dungeon burst open.

That was Dungeon Burst.

I checked the age of aquatic plants with 'Plant Detection', one of the cultivation skills.

"The oldest of the plants here are less than six years old. If the burst happened six years ago, the whole town would have been devastated."

I got goosebumps after saying it aloud. It was around 6 years ago when my family was still living here.

It seems to have been quickly dealt with the moment it burst open. That's what I call real luck. By the way...

Agnes' expression darkened.

Since the dungeon burst has occurred, there must have been victims, but a memorial is not visible. It seems that the dungeon itself is not known to the outside.

It was as Agnes said.

Usually, it is normal to be a crowded place day and night because of adventurers who have come to dig for resources, but on the contrary, this place was becoming a part of nature.

As if, the world did not know the existence of the dungeon.

In this case, there is only one conclusion.

"The subjugation squad was annihilated, so no one knew about it."

...Yes. It seems that I became a comrade of the owner of the dungeon.

I couldn't answer back hastily.

Because that was also the story of Agnes. A righteous person who sacrificed themselves to prevent a dungeon burst.

Agnes, who had been praying for the dead for a long time, turned to me.

Ellet. I have a request.

"Request?"

Would you mind recovering the remains of the subjugation party?

At the same time, World God also encouraged me to enter the dungeon.

['The World-building God' sniffly tells you that there is no record of anyone looting boss items in the dungeon.]

There's no need to think anymore, as S-class boss items are waiting to be looted.

"Yes, I will."

Thank you very much.

"Well. Shall we go then?"

I took off my shoes and rolled up my pajama dress. I went to the shallow but wide center of the puddle and looked into the gate. It was a place like a water well of unknown depth.

Without hesitation, I jumped inside.

[System You have entered the C-level dungeon 'Black Salt Desert'.]

Well, it's a dungeon where the only resource really seems to be salt. Even so, I don't really want to eat it because it's black.

'Where did they defeat the boss? Let's see the map.'

There was only one thing that stood out on a bleak map that was almost blank. A Temple-shaped architecture. That would be the boss zone.

"I think we should go all the way northeast from here. It's about 20 kilometers, so if you walk non-stop..."

Ellet, look behind you!

I turned around, led by Agne's urgent voice.

Kirruk!

A giant scorpion the size of a tiger was rushing towards me in a straight line.

"...!"

I held my breath and looked at it with wide-open eyes.

The moment when the scorpion, which has been steadily narrowing the distance, finally casts a shadow on my face.

Pussack!

I took out a wooden sword from my satchel bag and swung it. The scorpion flew far away.

"Oh, that surprised me."

I poked the scorpion, but there was no movement. It looked like he died instantly.

A desert scorpion in one blow...normally, you have to train for at least two years...

This is the power of buffs and doping. Ahem.

It has already been 4 weeks since I started training under Agnes' teaching. Rigid body had already reached level 23 and the wooden swordsmanship had reached level 21.

Although it is said that the level up is slower as the level goes up, it seemed that the Aura awakening requirement would be fulfilled first than the divine power.

I decided that I had to control the achievement of either physical strength or weapon skills. Agnes, who had come to her senses, said in a stern voice.

This is your first practical debut. Well done, Cadet Ellet.

"Cadet? Is it training time?"

I think it would be good for cadets to gain experience in a subjugated C-class dungeon.

"That's great."

It really was. I was able to learn a sense of combat and raise my experience points thanks to the beasts that attacked here and there when I get bored.

[System Congratulations! Reached Rigid Body Lv.24.]br[System Congratulations! You have achieved Basic Wood Swordsmanship Lv.22.]brI also leveled up a week's worth of training.

Of course, the original purpose was not forgotten. I diligently moved my legs so as not to slow my steps even as I defeated the incoming beasts.

After maybe an hour or so, a tunnel made of huge bones appeared.

The ribs of a demon dragon.

I guess he was the middle boss. Like a guardian dragon of a temple.

But it's weird that it's just bones. Dragons would take a very long time to rot. Was this in a mummified state in the first place?

"Wait a minute."

I immediately opened the system. The real time indicated by the clock was a few minutes past midnight after I arrived at the dungeon entrance.

"I checked it now, and it seems that the time difference between this dungeon and reality is at least 20 times faster."

What?

In general, the time flow of the dungeons is faster than reality, but this 'Black Salt Desert' seemed to be unique.

'Since six years have passed in reality, and at least 120 years in the dungeon.'

It's the right time for a corpse to have turned into white bones. I only hoped that the relics could be retrieved.

"...Let's go. I'm sure they have waited long enough."

I entered the Demon Dragon's skull and walked along the tunnel made up of his spine and ribs. And it was when it came out of the tip of his tailbone.

[System You have entered the 'Barrier of the Black Temple'.]

Whoooow!

My vision became foggy and a sandstorm began to blow. The salt rushed into my mouth.

Agnes was taken aback.

If you lose your sense of direction, you may be trapped in the barrier forever. Returning is...

"It's all right."

I just have to look at the map and go. I walked steadfastly through the storm that seemed to blow my body away. At that moment, a flickering black shadow was reflected in the hazy vision. It was slowly but surely coming towards me.

Ellet.

Agnes also warned me.

I prepared my wooden sword with the intention of immediately destroying the beast obstructing my path.

When it finally got closer to about five steps.

"Ugh...uh..."

"A pe-person?"

It was a muscular middle-aged man staggering like a zombie?

Thud!

He even fell in front of me.

It's not a demon. It's like an adventurer in distress because of the sandstorm.

"Wake up! Mister! No, Grandpa!"

It was when I slightly changed the name in consideration of physical age.

"Sto-Stomach..."

"Injury to the stomach! ...you don't have one?"

"I'm hungry...Oh, no. The muscle loss..."

"Muscle loss?"

There was no answer to be heard. The muscular middle-aged man had lost his mind.

It looks like he's been starving for a week.

I said with a sigh.

"We need to take a break, Agnes."