14xx/05/05 Johannes Calendar.

5th day since arrival…

Welp, Happy Village is happy.

It seems that I came a bit late for the party. The Harpies has already returned home after a wild week of debauchery back at their place. There was a massive rejoicing on the street with people hugging each other and couples quickly fucking like they just won WWIII behind doors and bushes. The village was situated on a low hill with the village's chief being on top of the hill. But it was nothing compared to the large tree that shadows over the village. The harpies flew to and fro in the sky, celebrating their return to their beloved husbands in the village. The youth in the village also cheered, happy that their betrothed has returned home alive and well.

From what I gather from the local guide, the Happiness Village was a village with a strong tie to the Harpy Village through marriage contract. The boys in the village would be betrothed to the harpies of the other village, thus ensuring a healthy relationship between the neighboring villages. He also says that it works to relieve any boys who have hit puberty, preventing the village from smelling like cum through regular masturbation.

That's a brilliant idea. Why can't we have more policies like that?!

Through some legwork I found out that the Harpies have been infected by an ancient virus that enhance their libido and remove their inhibition, in short it means that the virus makes them a rampaging sex machine and will rape anybody regardless of age or health. The harpies loved their human friends and want to protect them, so they quarantined themselves in a tower hidden in the heavy forest. Oddly, the same hero who has defeated the Heavenly Bandit at Iliasburg is the one responsible for their recovery.

Well, seems like my target here is gone. All I need to do is to use the Harpy feather and teleport back to Iliasburg.

Or maybe I could check out the cool shit they have here…

It was harmless to check out their wares, right? So, I did just that, inspecting the wares the marketplace was selling. Beside from the ubiquitous fruit and vegetables, I also found some item that I might need in my journey. I bought some Ilias Herb and some Harpy feathers too. The merchant behind the counter explained to me how it works. He was surprised that I knew nothing about these useful items.

Let's just say that Ilias Herb is the BOMB. I was a bit sceptic about its effectiveness so I tested it with the best option possible; by cutting my left arm. Once I swallowed the herbs the cut just VANISHED, like the wound never actually was there to begin with! Open mind Alex, open fucking mind!

I'm not ready to conduct further experiment with the spare feathers, so I hit up the blacksmiths once more.

The weapon shop was manned by a family of three youngsters. I can clearly see through their visage and identical eyes that they are twins except the youngest one. The youngest one is a little girl, just somewhere around the age of 8. Through the little girl's insistence, I decided to take a look at the wares they offered. Hey, what do you expect me to do? I like cute little children remember?

While I really want to please the little girl's desire, I really don't need their wares. Again, I don't need a sword, a hammer, or anything at all. What the fuck I supposed to do with a whip or a fan? I recognized the combat fans used by Japanese woman back in Edo period, but a freaking cat-o-nine tails? What is this, a torture device shop? Why would you sell a china plate in a WEAPON SHOP?! Are they actually using them as weapons?! What use does a weaponized abacus serve? Wouldn't a simple iron mace serve a better purpose? Or hell, maybe a simple wooden club?

They directed me toward the village's blacksmith, who was surprisingly a tiny naked fairy. Her long lock of black hair frames her eternally youthful visage as she cast the iron sword she was working on. I never expected the blacksmith to be a fairy. She was working on a sword for the old man in front of her, who is watching her work in an orderly fashion. The old man said that the sword is for his grandson who will start his training tomorrow.

She specialized in synthesizing weapons, which means that she can imbue certain elements into weapons to make them stronger, or hell even make a new weapon out of nowhere. How it works? She just strengthens the important part like the blade of a sword with certain item such as a beautiful Harpy feather. Then, with her fairy magic she'll fuse it together in order to give the weapon the property of the wind. That piques my interest. I wonder if I can make my rifle spit actual lava?

But that raise a new question. What happen if I try to synthesize a projectile-launching weapon? She says that she only imbues the important part of the weapon. If that was the case, then what part should she imbue to strengthen a gun, or even a simple crossbow? Would it only reinforce the material, making the weapon harder to break? Would the weapon even be the same after said reinforcement?

She only smiled at my question. She said that of all the customer she has faced before, I'm the select few who actually asked about this fundamental question. She said that most people have misunderstood about the actual purpose of synthesizing a projectile-launching weapon such as a bow when reinforcing their weapons.

Turns out, what she did it turns the weapon into a magical CATALYST for the projectile. By giving the weapon the innate ability to imbue the ammunition used, it spontaneously makes the weapon much more powerful, as each projectile loaded was imbued with magical properties by the weapon itself. It's like an improvised flamethrower; the flamethrower function as a gas-dispensing machine, it became a wholly different and deadly weapon when a lighter was attached to the nozzle. The lighter is the imbuement for the weapon like the gas-dispenser; the flame is the new product of the projectile enhanced by the lighter.

She said that guns are very rare in this part due to sheer complication in manufacturing of ammunition and reproduction of anything more complicated than a simple flintlock, but it still exists. How? Back during the Great Disaster several holes appeared across the continent. They call the holes in ground as Tartarus, which literally means abyss in Ancient Greek. Apparently, many new frightening creatures and technologies emerge from such abyss, spurring a new cultural and intellectual force in the world. Such technologies or Makina was researched and effectively used by several specialized individual such as engineers. While it was hard to master a Makina properly, the damage output of a Makina in the hand of a proper operator is undeniable.

Funny how a Spanish music genre ends up as a weapon of mass destruction. Gangster rap, eat your heart out; we got a music genre that really inspire VIOLENCE.

The problem is; I don't have the item needed to imbue my rifle, or even my knife for that matter. Plus, I still need to find Hito, so I can't just go all over the place willy-nilly. I bade her goodbye and left the scene.

Anyway, my job here in Happy Village is done. Time to test out my new Harpy feather.

The feather WORKED. But not in the way I was expecting. I was expecting teleportation, not having my entire body suddenly hoisted a hundred feet above ground and then forcibly flown across the fucking land like a jet! If I wasn't accustomed to flying back in Gensokyo, I would be expelling biohazardous material from above!

These feathers are light as fuck and small, so its easy to carry them. It has weird magic that makes even a 160-pound dude with additional 62-pound equipment light as a feather, and fly as fast as Marisa on a good day…AND THEY SOLD THIS SHIT FOR ONLY 15 FUCKING GOLD COINS!? WHY ARE THIS SHIT SO CHEAP?!

After silently freaking out at the implication of said price, I returned to Teeny to tell her of the news. She said thanks, and told me that she saw Hito and Luka passing around the city, I asked her where, and she said at the blacksmith. I went there, and the blacksmith told me that he came back to recruit Papi to his crew. I asked him where the fuck did they go, and the guy said he has no idea.

So now I have returned to square fucking one.

So far, I've had investigated several cities, or villages in the Ilias continent. I have visited the Happiness Village, Iliasburg and Iliasville. I can't get over to the region around Sabasa and Grandeur as there was a war going on. I can't get over to San Ilia as there was a huge tempest at the sea route, preventing ships coming and going from Port Natalia to Port Ilias. But I can still visit Harpy Village, Midas, Lost Woods, many dudes say do not go to Lost Woods; that makes me want to explore it even more.

And there's a village literally called Pornof. I'm definitely taking a look there, just because of the name.

But first, I will explore the human settlement first. If Hito still kept at least an ounce of his brain and not replace it with cum, he probably hides in one of the villages in this god-forsaken country.

Well, I've visited the Happy Village once, which means that I can visit it again right?

Hell yeah I can; the flight back was surprisingly less nauseous than it was before. Maybe because I anticipated it? I can see the looming world tree just a few miles away from my position. The sky was thick with flocks of Harpies and Sparrow Girls flying to and fro between the villages. The harpies and Sparrow Girls look like a human woman, which to my opinion the Harpies are the better looking one. They stand out because they both have bird legs or claws as they were called. Their arms were replaced by a pair of beautiful feather wings. The harpies are armed with white wings occasionally dotted with blue, purple or even scarlet feathers. The Sparrows are armed with brown and white feathers.

Yep, Harpies are the prettier one.

The village of Harpies are consisted of a large interconnected web of tree houses built around the absolutely massive tree. The tree house, inexplicably are actually a substantial amount of earth packed in a box held aloft by some strong construction of wood and metal (and occasionally some large branches). The earthen airborne sandbox is where they built their houses and plant their garden, like a backyard or a lawn of some sort. Some houses as built into the tree with the entrance peeking out at its own personal earth box. How they were connected to each other? A simple system consisted of rope ladder and bridges made up their main locomotion when not using their wings.

This is NOT the place for land-dwellers.

The houses are situated around 30 feet off the ground and spiral upward to the tope, which I believe belongs to the Queen Harpy herself. It means nothing if you're a bird, but I'm not a bird. I can't survive a 100-kilometre fall if push comes to shove. I don't have wings for Devil's sake!

The shops here sell just the same shit as the other shop with little variance. I do admit, it's not like I need 30 different types of spices in a shop anyway. I flirted with the idea of buying a simple blouse for Vanilla (the blonde little girl back in Iliasburg). It was nothing too expensive, nor is it too big for a child her size. It's just a simple color of bright red and white stripes that complements her blonde hair. But I'm hard-pressed for cash and I rather keep the rest for myself.

I could always try and beat up a few more of those wild Monster Girls though, but I felt that there's a line on how much they would tolerate an idiot breaking their friend's skull over and over again. Last thing I need is to accidentally beat up a civilian Monster and ended up in the slammer. It's hard to distinguish them from one another though. Again, if they wore thick clothing, they can pass easily as humans.

After I replenished my supplies, I returned to Iliasburg, hoping that I could find actual work to get more money for the trip. The job at Cave of Trials paid well, but I ain't gonna last long.

I considered trying out the item shop Vanilla was working in, but I still don't trust myself not to rip that fucking merchant's skull off. Why the hell not? If you have a child apprentice under you, who was next to buck naked, do you leave her be in that skimpy outfit and just watch her sell useless shit? Uniform was created for this very reason, to clothe the one who are unclothed!

Oh well, nobody in this town has actual job for me, so I'm figuratively screwed., that is until I met this one information dealer, hiding in the backlot of a house. He looks thuggish enough that's for sure, but I needed information on my friend's whereabout, and if all else fail, I can always ask for a job. Criminals paid for silence very well.

He told me he didn't see anybody who looked like Hito, but he did have a job for me. I'm supposed to send a parcel for a Mr 'Panty-Sensei', whoever the fuck he is. He paid me well, as long as I don't look into the bag he gave me. It was too light to be drugs or weapons, so I assumed that it'll be a secret message of some sort. He told me that one of the merchants here has a shipment going to Pornof and needed more fighters to keep the cargo safe.

I didn't hesitate, so by the time I'm writing this I should be somewhere along the cobbled lane heading to Pornof. It shall be around 2 weeks on wagon. The spice merchant carried several barrels of spices worth their weight in gold, so he also paid a few other adventurers to help protect the goods. I'm just glad that the adventurers are at least males wearing proper armor. Tired of having girls in skimpy armor attracting wounds on their skin like bees on flowers. The barrels of the spices are covered tightly by cloth, but even as I'm writing this, I can smell the sharp scent of the Restorative Roots.

We pitched a tent at nightfall as the merchant didn't want to risk being ambushed at dark. Besides, the horse needs rest too, just like us. I took the second shift like always; I need my eyes to be alert to spot any attacker for the next two days. The night was beautiful, just like any other night. The stars on the sky complement the black canvas of the night. The long grass plain at the side of the road somehow shines in a strange mirage of rippled green waves of emerald sea. Using the scope of my rifle, I can see a group of centaur women settling down for the night. They sit down like the horse did, but their human side was peculiar to look at. They lay on what I assume their human stomach, allowing their human part to properly sleep on the ground. That was interesting to look at.

I need sleep. I'll write down the next entry when I reached Pornof. Nighty night journal.