Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

Heated head touches shoulders.

When I saw that it was this long, it was a good map of the world. It looked messy growing up, but unfortunately there was no money to invest in barbershop. However, there is nothing as horrible as organizing oneself, so I am only growing it without doing this or doing it.

"Chew."

In good faith, the last brawl made the blade chew and the armor cock. There was nothing to say about the scar on my face. Even so, all the money was spent on repairs and healing. Even the seemingly absent Malgol was even more guilty by the quilted armor raised here and there. It's a real gagger.

I wasn't the only one who suffered damage.

Even if the quest fails, the medicine has been chewed. Gremlin's nails have a mild toxicity, which can cause severe itching if the wound is neglected. I robbed my wallet again because I couldn't get hit like that again. So I fucked up.

"Oh, fuck AmChang."

I couldn't live without cursing. This world is more than I imagined. I didn't know what Madecasol was in for. This world was too uncivilized and poor for a thoughtful and good modern man like me, and cruel and fierce. It was kind of dumb that Bob didn't taste like shit.

Damn alchemists. There was no alternative but private therapy, as the drug or ointment type was exclusively in the alchemist's guild. But I don't know much about civilian therapy because I'm not from this neighborhood.

These alchemist bastards must be the typical scammer bastards who sell their costly ten coopers for two silver.

"Ha, a real face..."

But what was even more depressing was my face. After coming to this world, I looked at the scars as hard as every day, and now I have to call them faces, not faces. I was worried that my family would recognize me if I went back home one day.

"Whew, fuck."

I felt the soup coming out of the inn's breakfast meal while scolding and blaspheming. I felt a deep medieval taste. It's fucking tasteless.

To make a specific assessment, the inn's soup was made as fresh as ever, and it was crude enough. Fruit and potatoes of all kinds. And maybe it's sunset to beat up the bones of unknown monsters, like a small amount of meat or dried fish, and hope for a nice taste in a bizarre monster that has only boiled its arms for a long time.

The owner of this [Fallen Hat Inn] that I'm staying at seems to have a negative wall that throws it into the pot that day. I'm guessing it's probably similar to the PTSD from the wind wave in the world.

"Fuck."

These fucking tasteless things are my typical meal.

I realized the value of Raman here. However, the meal was satisfactory in that it was the best value in the world. In the first place, it was soup and all that stuff, so it would be nutritious. These days, even these meals are as good as they seem.

But I was glad that people were just like pigs.

If you put some food in Agari, you can be satisfied with it.

After eating, I went to the well in the inn and wiped my teeth. In this uncharted world, this management was truly as important as it was in modern times. If you have cavities, you don't have the means to treat them. Your fucking implant?

There is, of course, the right way, but it's almost the way nobles use it, so it's out of the question in the first place.

Because it's a fantasy world, I thought if I put my heel in a toothed position, it would be a new person. I asked the priest once, so I said no. Anyway, I wiped my teeth thoroughly.

- Kaaak, Kaaak!

After the morning preparations, I came out to the square. It's a hell of a world. Not even the Hellfire I used to live in. Compared to this world, Helchosun is just a fairytale village where good and pure Teletobies live.

At least I was lucky to have sanitation facilities. If I didn't have a shared bath in the city, I probably wouldn't be able to wash until I got back. A lot of people in this neighborhood don't seem to be washing and buying, but with modern sensitivity, I need to wash with money. Of course, only when you can afford it.

Anyway, I went straight to [Adventurer Guild] because I was an adventurer who lived for a day.

The money I've been saving up for a while has been blown away and I haven't received any commission, so if I don't get a new job right now, I'll be starving from tomorrow. It's full of dog hair now. Less than 10 coopers left.

Adventurer life got used to it, but poverty didn't get used to it.

I don't say, 'Whoever doesn't work, don't eat.' If you don't work, you don't have anything to eat. Sometimes there is some bread sown to the poor in the church, but it is so unclear because it is an occasional event.

- Yikes.

I opened the swing door of the Adventurer Guild building and wetted it with discomfort.

It's a little early, but it's where the day begins when the sun rises. I've been lining up at the reception, crossing the interior trying to get crowded. You should have come a little sooner. Quest winners are first come first served. The workforce market is similar.

It was my turn to wait a little while.

"Do you have Class E Quests?"

I looked at [Receptionist Lady], who was used to it now, and asked. Stabbing wasn't one or two corners. The receptionist glanced at me and replied.

"Hey, Mr. Cat. What do you think I'm going to ask you to believe in?"

As soon as I saw my face, the receptionist with the dented face said so in a different tone. Those living in this era were characterized by the use of a mop at the door of the Agary.

"The last quest raised the rest of the difficulty that Gremlins showed up and handed it over to another party. Not to mention rising referral fees and time lags, of course. That broke a little bit for my boss."

"That, that, that. That's not my responsibility..."

"Yes? Murah?"

"No."

When I think about work, I'm shaking too. Who knew the wizard would suddenly seize and blow a fireball? If Kim Jong-un isn't some fucking asshole, shoot a missile. I thought you were flying as far as me. It was a sin to be a party master.

"Tsk, tsk. Well, you're a human being, and you can make mistakes. But listen for a second. What did my boss tell me?"

"..."

"Your bitch told me to put one more eye on her forehead. They told me to take care of people and hand over the request, because I thought I was going to die there."

"I'm sorry."

I couldn't lift my face because I was ashamed.

"Wouldn't three women have a little bit of an eye? He says he has that peculiarity, but I don't think he's a normal guy."

"I'm so sorry."

"Well, that's fine. But if he goes like this, he might get demoted?"

When I heard that, I was struck by lightning!

"Demotion!"

Demote!

Deep!

Bronze!

Then, it seemed like the time had come. I thought I'd be demoted someday because I didn't want to make the quest come again after I got promoted to class E...!

"Absolutely not!"

Not as much as that. I got promoted from F to E when I was doing a fantasy butt show. I can't go back to class F. There are many reasons, but the decisive reason is that it is harder to save a Demonic Party than to pick a star in the sky. Become a guild-authorized asshole. The food law is over.

I've been doing this adventurer thing for a little while, so I'm kind of face-to-face with the "E" and "F" adventurers in the guild, and if they see my demoted cock, do you want to throw me into their party?

As a game, even the silver ones cover the bronze. Similarly, if you demote to F class, you will be branded an open body and will never give it to a party.

However, I recently defeated a few quests, so my image was a bit chewy. It was AmChang. But you get demoted? It's the real end.

This adventurous society is quite a loose closed society with a feeling of knowing, and nothing spreads as quickly as the negative rumors.

Someone went somewhere and failed some quest, Cat. This son of a bitch has been doing some renovations. What he's doing is his main concern. Drinking is the story of the stigmatized adventurer cubs in life. The speed at which the rumors spread was literally the Internet level.

"Yes, I can't. But I don't have a party to take Mr. Katt to, so are you going to take over the party yourself this time?"

"Holy shit."

I don't think anyone needs me anymore, no matter how many times I hit an ad with a chat called @ @ @ @ E Adventurer Cat, Career Enemy Warrior, and Quilted Armor. You fucked up your life.

Yeah, but that's why I gathered the party members myself last time.

Fantastically chewy.

Plus my life.

"Give me an F-grade quest... I'll take Newbie with me..."

"Too bad, but there's no such thing. I hope you hunt alone! Next!"

I hesitated to sit down at an empty table.

I felt like I was going to break the rest of my heart after receiving so shocking news. At this point, I wanted to have a beer and drink it until my nose was crooked, but I don't have any money for it anymore. It's cheap to buy a two-silver fucking madecasol.

Looks like he's fucked.

Normal hunting is cheaper than a quest. Catch and kill monsters and sell their body parts in horseback riding towers, forges, grocery stores, and other shops is a common hunt. Freshness of ingredients is important, and most importantly, money is not good because of the large amount of hands.

How many monsters do you want to kill a day while one person is shooting at an untapped zone? Above all, I might buy what I brought from you. Even if you buy it, it must be a good reason to pay the unit price.

That is why the quest side with specific conditions of achievement, such as' required items', makes more money. So last minute pots are unpopular.

Heading to the bare ground is the last way, but it seems that there is only one way left for me now.

Suddenly I sat at the grieving table and reflected on the last day.

"... I miss you."

I suddenly fell into this world without knowing anything, and I remembered the time when I had suffered. I could endure the atrocities that surrounded me. It was real exhaust bottom hell back then. But I don't think so anymore.

[beggar] [youngest labor] [F Adventurer] [E Adventurer] I really regretted taking the tech to open the hall. I should have just committed suicide the day I came to this world.

"What should I do today..."

Maybe we should gather some herbs. Or maybe one Cooper per Marie should take the Giant Spider and rip off his shell.

Someone spoke to me as I was swallowing grief like that.

"There."

Who is it?