Surviving The Game as a Barbarian (Novel) Chapter 160, 161, 162

  

C160, 161, 162

Chapter 160: Negotiation (2)

A strange silence hangs in the air.

It would be polite to at least ask why I suddenly shouted, but...

The Dragonkin man just keeps his mouth shut and acts all serious after I let out the battle cry.

'Geez, how embarrassing.'

Just as the silence starts to feel uncomfortable...

"...Why did you suddenly shout?"

The brown-haired Dragonkin man asks, erasing his Dragon Fear. It's hard to read his emotions because of his reptilian eyes, but it seems like pure curiosity.

Right, he was curious too.

I answer without hesitation.

"I just felt like it. Is there a problem?"

It's a barbarian's cheat code that can be used for any action when you don't want to explain in detail.

The Dragonkin man seems to ponder for a moment and then chuckles.

"No, there's no problem. As I heard, barbarians are quite an interesting race."

A dignified, deep voice.

He then waves his hand in the air.

Swoosh.

A gust of wind blows, and the fog disappears.

The sight beyond it is quite different from what I expected.

Because there's no one there.

I thought the place was swarming with Dragonkin because of the gleaming eyes.

He avoids my gaze as if embarrassed when I look at him expectantly.

"I'll tell you beforehand, but I was against this childish act."

"Against it?"

"Ah, they said it's easier to negotiate if you intimidate them during the first meeting."

In short, it means the eyes were all an illusion.

Actually, if I had thought calmly, I could have figured it out beforehand. I emphasized 'secrecy' the most to Krovitz, and...

...Dragonkin are an extremely rare race.

It doesn't make sense for dozens of them to gather in one place just to intimidate me.

"Anyway, I apologize. Tsk, to go through all this just to save a few coins. I told them it's not right to treat a benefactor like that, to forget their duty."

His voice is still deep, but his tone and the atmosphere he exudes are incomparably lighter than before.

Was he acting before, and this is his true self?

If he's like this, it seems like we'll be able to communicate well.

But let's not let our guard down. Even this could be an act.

"Let's confirm first. I'm Bjorn, son of Yandel. Are you the chieftain of the Dragonkin?"

"Chieftain... I guess that's what you would call me. Although I haven't inherited the position for long."

"Not long?"

I involuntarily tilt my head.

I heard it's been over 30 years since the Dragonslayer killed the Ancient Dragon and was cursed...

"Time is relative to the one who perceives it."

Ah, right, Dragonkin have long lifespans.

I forgot for a moment since it wasn't really useful information in the game.

Anyway, it's not important, so let's get to the point.

"Chieftain."

"Call me Firsearaidormus."

Is it even possible to call him that comfortably?

As I'm inwardly contemplating how to react, the Dragonkin man laughs heartily and reveals a pseudonym.

"I was just kidding. Just call me 'Lafir'. It's my second name that I use publicly."

For reference, second names are a Dragonkin custom.

Since their real names are so long, they need a second name for convenience when living in the city.

I guess 'Regal Vagos' also has a much longer real name.

'Phew, that's a relief.'

I let out a silent sigh of relief.

This is a formal setting, after all.

If he had asked me to call him by his long real name, it would have been very annoying.

"Lafir. You can also just call me Yandel or Bjorn, whichever is easier to pronounce."

"I like the sound of 'Yandel'."

Anyway, the introductions are over.

Just as I'm about to speak...

...the Dragonkin man speaks first.

"Before we begin, can I see Dragonslayer? I heard the whole story from the Leathlas Church, but I still can't believe it."

I can't help but smile wryly as soon as I hear it.

Although he's speaking a bit more gently, the content itself is very blunt.

'To say he doesn't believe me to my face...'

Well, I can understand his feelings.

He's a member of Orculus, a notorious criminal with a bounty worth hundreds of millions of stones. It would be hard to believe that I, a 4th-floor explorer, beat him up and took his sword.

Thump!

I take out Dragonslayer from my backpack and stab it into the ground without any explanation.

'Ouch, that stings.'

My skin is already peeling after holding it for just 3 seconds.

The Dragonkin man then gets off his throne, pulls out the sword, and holds it in his hand.

And he mutters softly,

"So it's true."

Complex emotions are conveyed through his single sentence.

It seems both solemn and melancholic.

Well, his feelings must be complicated considering the story behind this sword.

The Dragonkin man, who had been standing there silently, holding the sword for a long time, puts it back and then asks,

"...How was he? You met him most recently, didn't you? I want to hear more details."

I summarize what happened that day, omitting any potentially disadvantageous details.

"I see. So he ended up like that... Thank you for telling me. As you requested, I'll keep the return of Dragonslayer a secret."

"Were you close to him?"

The Dragonkin man smiles bitterly at my question.

"He... is my younger brother."

"What?"

"So... I couldn't stop him."

Although I wanted to learn more about the Dragonslayer by continuing the conversation, the Dragonkin man changed the subject as if it wasn't something he wanted to talk about.

"Come to think of it, I haven't said this yet. Bjorn, son of Yandel, thank you for returning this sword. Regardless of the reward you ask for, we'll consider you as a benefactor."

I can feel his sincerity in his eyes.

Hmm, it's hard to tell because of his reptilian eyes, but anyway...

It's a bit embarrassing since I made this decision solely based on the reward...

'But there's no need to refuse his offer of treating me as a benefactor.'

I'll ask later about the specific benefits of being treated as a benefactor.

For now, I focus on the current conversation.

"So, what do you desire?"

It's practically the most important part of this meeting.

I've given it a lot of thought.

What to ask for in return for returning Dragonslayer, a sword made of 6th-tier material and with a significance similar to a sacred relic for Dragonkin.

"What can you offer me?"

I ask first.

I judged that there might be an offer that would change my mind. The Dragonkin man seems to have prepared a few things, as he answers without hesitation.

"The first is wealth."

Money.

It's not bad.

It was one of the three candidates I had in mind before making my final decision.

Considering that even 5th-grade weapons cost hundreds of millions of stones, I'll probably receive enough money to equip myself with high-grade gear from head to toe.

But...

"I don't need money."

The Dragonkin man makes a strange expression at my answer.

He didn't expect me to refuse this offer.

"Hmm, it seems like you don't know how much it is—"

"I repeat, what I desire is not money."

It doesn't matter how much it is.

It won't be more valuable than Dragonslayer anyway.

It's better to receive something else.

Sensing my resolve, the Dragonkin man doesn't say anything further and presents the next offer.

"The second is a companion."

"Companion?"

"I heard from Captain Krovitz that you're forming a new team."

"Get to the point."

"I'll assign one of my tribe members to your team for two years."

It's a reward I didn't even consider.

To offer a companion as a reward?

As expected of a race that knows its worth.

'It's definitely tempting.'

As seen in the battle with the Dragonslayer...

Dragon Speech can do things that no mage or priest can.

And they have high base stats, making them suitable for close combat, and some of them can even use magic that's only available to humans.

However, my answer is the same again.

"I've already found all my companions."

I'm not interested in receiving a companion who will leave after two years. I want a team that's united as one.

"She's a very beautiful child."

Hmm, so what?

The Dragonkin man coughs awkwardly and speaks again as I stare at him, conveying my feelings.

"...Then this is my last offer."

"Tell me."

"I'll give you the Akro equipment that will be created next year."

Right, so this was it.

I was expecting it.

After all, Akro and Dragonkin are closely related.

Only Dragonkin can handle Akro.

'They can create one item per year through a ritual.'

In that sense, this reward is actually the most rational. I'm trading an Akro longsword that I can't use for Akro equipment that I can use.

It's a deal where no one loses.

But...

'If I wanted that, I would have just taken the money.'

My answer is the same again.

"That doesn't seem very appealing either."

The Dragonkin man is speechless, as if he didn't expect this offer to be rejected as well. It seems like he can't think of anything else to offer...

So I decide to speak first.

"Forget about that, just give me a tattoo."

I say casually, as if it's nothing special.

"Tattoo?"

The Dragonkin man tilts his head in confusion, and then his eyes widen.

It seems like he finally realized what I meant.

"Don't tell me, you're talking about the Dragon's Blessing?"

Right, that's it.

The Dragonkin man's eyes change in an instant as I nod.

"Yandel, where did you hear about that?"

Phew, now it's getting real.
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The Dragon's Blessing.

It's what makes Dragonkin OP, along with Dragon Speech.

"The elders were right. You guys are too greedy."

The Dragonkin man wipes the smile off his face.

And he unleashes the Dragon Fear he deactivated earlier.

"I should have done this from the beginning."

The air becomes heavy, making it difficult to breathe.

Is this his true form?

Whether his words about being against childish acts were true or not, the intensity is completely different from before.

But...

'It's not unbearable.'

It's the same as before.

Scary?

So what?

As long as the ancestor god is with me, barbarians never lose in a battle of nerves.

"Behel—laaaaaaaaaa!!"

I clear my stiff throat by letting out a shout from my dantian, and the Dragonkin man stares at me blankly.

"What the..."

"Is there a problem?"

"...Are all barbarians like you?"

The Dragon Fear is withdrawn.

Right, he used his true form, but it wasn't because he was actually angry at me.

"Whew..."

The Dragonkin man relaxes his serious expression and sighs deeply.

"I'll give you Akro equipment and a hefty sum of money on top of that. How about that?"

He offers a new carrot, as if he's judged that I won't be swayed by intimidation.

For reference, I hate carrots.

"I refuse!"

"No, you don't understand, this would be harmful to you. Your tribe would brand you as a traitor if they found out."

The oracle has already been given, what's he talking about?

"So calm down a bit—"

"Lafir! You're a descendant of dragons, aren't you! Don't be stingy and just do it! You're saying you can't even do this for your benefactor? You're so cheap!"

The Dragonkin man just stares at me blankly, as if it's his first time being subjected to the unreasonable 'Just do it!' tactic at a negotiation table.

I take the opportunity and strike at his Achilles' heel.

"The Goddess of Stars said it. That Regal Vagos and I will meet again. That a strong karmic connection binds us."

"...The Goddess of Stars? Is that true?"

"I need to become stronger. So that I don't lose another companion to your brother."

Even I think it's a despicable thing to say, but what can I do?

In negotiations, the one who can use even dirty tactics without hesitation wins.

In the first place, it's not like I lied.

"Lafir, you said you couldn't stop your brother with your own power, right? Invest in me. I'll do what you couldn't."

I don't push him any further after that line.

The Dragonkin man enters thinking mode again, and it lasts for quite a while.

"...Maybe this is also my karma."

He mutters as if sighing.

"You're saying you'll do it?"

"...First, I need to confirm with the temple whether the oracle is true. And then I'll call you again. This isn't something I can decide on my own."

If that's the case...

"How long do you think it will take?"

"I don't know. A month? Two months? I'll give you an answer as soon as possible."

"I'll keep this until then."

"Alright."

It's a surprisingly cool acceptance.

I take Dragonslayer out and put it back in my backpack. And after asking a few questions and confirming how to contact him again, I conclude today's negotiation.

"It's a message stone. When I contact you, tear the paper I gave you. Then I'll be able to know where you are."

"Alright."

The Dragonkin man then uses a teleportation-type Dragon Speech to send me back to my inn room.

'...As expected, Dragon Speech is OP.'

Just as I'm having that thought, throwing off my equipment and lying down on the bed to rest for a while...

Knock, knock, knock.

I hear a knock on the door.

It means a stranger is visiting.

If it were Misha, she would have just opened the door, and if it were Ainar, it would have been a 'bang, bang, bang' instead of a 'knock, knock, knock'.

"Hello."

I open the door, and a familiar female face is there.

"Julian Urbans?"

The Regional Manager's daughter.

A true rebel who wishes for her father's downfall for her own freedom.

"So, have you changed your mind?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I checked, and they said your team disbanded. And that the mage died. Did that Rotmiller guy do something?"

Ah, so that's why she came back tirelessly.

Indeed, it might seem that way from an outsider's perspective.

"It's not 'that mage', it's Liol Wobu Dwarkey. And although it's true that your father tried something, Rotmiller didn't fall for it."

I first clarify the facts.

But then I realize that I need to resolve this issue as well.

Even if he tries something again, I don't think the bear-like man or Raven would fall for it...

But if I leave it be, it will become a bigger problem.

'I should just take care of it now.'

"Where's your father right now?"

"Uh, well... at this time, he's probably at the 7th district headquarters."

I get the information I need from Lady Urbans and then dismiss her.

"You can go back now. And don't come back. I don't want to get involved in your family matters."

"Yes? What do you mean..."

"I mean it literally."

When she first came to me, I thought she had a grudge against me because of the prison break incident.

But the timing was too coincidental.

She must be the reason why the Regional Manager suddenly became hostile towards me after a few months.

"I told you before, didn't I? Our interests align."

"Enough, get out."

I forcefully kick Lady Urbans out and then put on the equipment I had taken off.

Creak.

As soon as I open the door, I see Lady Urbans standing there.

"Are you going to see my father?"

"Yeah, I'm going to confront him."

"But why are you taking your weapons...?"

I tilt my head.

Why would I go to confront him without my weapons?

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Chapter 161: Negotiation (3)

I'm walking briskly through the city.

Not in City Mode with just a breastplate, but with my shield and mace out.

"No, wait! Just wait a minute!"

Lady Urbans is following behind, practically running, and trying to stop me.

"I know what you're trying to do, but doing that won't help you, Mr. Yandel."

"......"

"I, I'll take care of it. Of course, I need your help... You lend your strength, and I'll use my head. How about it? We're a pretty good combination, aren't we?"

What is she talking about?

I ignore her chattering and continue walking. Lady Urbans, who's being treated like an invisible person, tries to block my path or grab my arm, but...

Come on, would that even work?

"Ah, seriously!!"

Lady Urbans, who's being dragged along helplessly, throws her parasol on the ground in frustration.

But was it just a momentary outburst?

She picks up the parasol within 3 seconds and continues to follow me.

"Um, I, I'm sorry."

"...?"

"Maybe... it's my fault that you're getting caught up in this. If I hadn't approached you, my father might have just left you alone."

"At least you have a conscience."

I answer for the first time at her sincere apology.

Of course, I don't stop walking.

That's one thing, and this is another.

In the first place, she doesn't seem that sincere.

"No, but I apologized!!"

I increase my speed, and Lady Urbans, who clearly grew up sheltered, wipes her sweat with a handkerchief and diligently follows behind.

It seems like she judged that there's still room for persuasion.

"Phew, phew, phew...!"

Lady Urbans continues to chatter despite her ragged breathing.

"Give me a chance to fix this. I know it's shameless of me to say this, but... I, I'll repay you several times over if I inherit my father's position...!"

Is she reaching her physical limit?

Lady Urbans' voice gradually fades.

I hesitate for a moment and then slightly slow down.

Of course, it's not because I've changed my mind and decided to help her...

'It might actually be better to have her next to me when I meet the Regional Manager.'

Come to think of it, I could easily prove my innocence using her reactions.

But if we go too slowly, she'll definitely be noisy, so I create some distance and adjust my speed to maintain it.

After about 30 minutes...

...we finally reach our destination.

[Explorer's Guild, 7th District Central Branch.]

It's the headquarters located in each district of the city.

Although I've seen it a few times while passing by, it's much bigger than other branches. And since there are tasks that can only be done at the headquarters, there are many explorers.

I stand in front of the door for a moment and contemplate.

'Should I smash it?'

But did my appearance seem hesitant?

Lady Urbans, who's practically drenched in sweat, quickly speaks.

"Right, it's not too late..."

What is she talking about?

"Okay, I've decided."

"Yes?"

"To smash it."

As expected, this is more satisfying.
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Kwaaang!

I kick the closed door with all my might.

I need to show him the image of a reckless barbarian so that he'll change his mind.

Ah, if I hurt her, I'll be in deep shit.

'Well, if the conversation goes well, she won't be able to ask for repair costs.'

And besides, I have the money to pay for it.

But did they use good wood for the door just because it's the headquarters?

It doesn't break as cleanly as I thought.

Therefore...

"Kyaak! Wh, what are you do—!"

Whether Lady Urbans screams or not...

...I pull back my leg that pierced through the door and calmly grab my mace.

And I completely smash the door.

Kwagic! Kwagic! Kwagic!

The main entrance has evolved into an open-door type, allowing for better air circulation.

I see the gazes of the employees and explorers beyond it.

"...Robbery?"

"No, if it were a robbery, why would he come here instead of a bank..."

From those who express reasonable doubts to those who are just staring blankly, those who are looking at me like I'm crazy, and lastly, those who see this situation as an opportunity, as expected of cunning explorers.

"Miss, will they give us achievement points for taking care of that?"

"Yes? Yes! I think a rule like that was created about six months ago!"

"That's good."

The bald man who was standing next to the female employee approaches me, stretching his arms as if warming up.

Come to think of it, there was a guy like this before.

Six months ago, when I became a free barbarian.

'...I didn't expect a 5th-grade explorer to appear right away. Is the level of visitors higher because it's the headquarters?'

The badge he's proudly wearing on his waist indicates that he's a 5th-grade explorer.

Well, that doesn't mean I'm inferior, but...

I even have the thought that he might be a good opponent to gauge my combat strength.

But...

"I didn't come here to fight you. Move aside."

As a modern person, I try to talk first.

I judged that there's no need to fight an explorer unnecessarily.

However, the bald man doesn't seem to want to miss the opportunity to gain achievement points.

"Hey, barbarian. It seems like you have some kind of complaint against the guild, but if that's the case, you should have filed a formal complaint."

"Complaint?"

"Ah, you don't even know the procedure? Well, that's understandable for a barbarian."

I smile bitterly.

Barbarian. It's not wrong.

Even barbarians consider themselves barbarians.

But only we're allowed to call each other that!

"...You have a problem with your head. That's probably why you're bald."

"What? You bastard...!"

As expected, he shaved his head because of hair loss. The bald man is enraged and charges towards me.

No, to be precise, he was about to.

"St, stop it!!"

Lady Urbans shouts, blocking my path and the bald man's. The bald man stops, as if he can't hurt a civilian.

"Get out of the way. That guy is a criminal who dared to cause a scene at the guild. I don't know who you are, miss, but if you take his side—"

That's when the situation takes a new turn as an employee recognizes Lady Urbans while the bald man is threatening her.

"...Miss Urbans?"

"What? Urbans? Then she's the Regional Manager's daughter?"

"Why would a woman like that be with that barbarian..."

The bald man, sensing that something is wrong after realizing her identity, stealthily retreats.

Is it because he's 5th-grade?

As expected, he's quick-witted.

"Is my father upstairs?"

"Yes? Yes! He is, but..."

"I'll go up with him. That's alright, right? Here... please take care of everything."

"Yes! Of course!"

Thanks to Lady Urbans' status, we're able to calm down the commotion on the 1st floor and head upstairs.

Creak, creak.

The wooden stairs groan, unable to withstand the weight of a barbarian in heavy armor.

I stop for a moment and ask,

"Why did you help me just now?"

"You wouldn't have changed your mind anyway."

Uh, well... that's true...

But that's why I don't understand even more.

If she judged that she couldn't win me over, why did she try to help me?

"I thought my proposal would ultimately benefit you, Mr. Yandel. But since you don't want it, this is the right thing to do. I'm sorry that you're getting caught up in our family matters. I'll talk to my father properly when we get inside."

Hmm, this time, I can feel her sincerity.

But...

"I see."

I nod nonchalantly and continue walking.

"Huh? That's it?"

What, did she think I would change my mind?
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"Solve your family matters yourselves."

It's the first reason I came here today.

"You're saying you'll betray my daughter?"

"Betray? We were never even allies. And we never will be."

The Regional Manager looks at me with a meaningful gaze as if trying to hide his true intentions.

I don't bother making excuses.

It's up to him to judge.

"Then why did you come here with my daughter?"

"She kept bothering me, so I thought it would be better to just tell you directly. But she followed me. Like a goblin."

"Th, that's because I was trying to stop you from doing something reckless before you entered...!"

Lady Urbans explodes at the word 'goblin', and as expected, her reaction helps.

"I see. I'll believe you."

The first goal, clearing the misunderstanding, is achieved.

"But if that was your purpose, why are you being so rude?"

The Regional Manager then asks, looking at the shattered door.

"It has nothing to do with my feelings. What will people think of me when they see that broken door?"

Well, a clean and honest representative who values communication with his employees and has nothing to hide?

I chuckle as I have that thought.

I understand what he's trying to say.

That I've tarnished his reputation.

"I could arrest and detain you right now, and no one would say a word."

He's not wrong, but I'm not scared.

Because he can't do it.

That's why I'm acting recklessly.

"Try arresting me. Then everything you've done will be revealed to the world."

"...You trust that scout friend of yours?"

"No way."

I shake my head firmly.

I have no intention of involving Rotmiller in this.

And besides, I have a much better card.

"I have a copy of the recording from when you tried to bribe the mage during the prison break."

"That girl from the Artemion school lied to me."

"I told her I wouldn't show it to anyone, but I don't think I said I wouldn't make a copy."

I tilt my head innocently and add,

"Just so you know, she recently joined our team as the mage."

In short, it means he should give up on trying to bribe Raven.

The Regional Manager's eyes turn cold.

Geez, does he still not understand the situation?

I'm not the powerless barbarian I was when we first met.

"The Regional Manager who tried to frame and kill the successor of the barbarian tribe. I heard there's an election next year, that would be a nice scandal to use against you."

"...Successor?"

"You're slow on the uptake. It happened recently."

The Regional Manager keeps his mouth shut and then asks after a brief pause,

"...What do you want?"

It's a complete surrender.

It's time to move on to the second reason I came here.

The Regional Manager tried to use Rotmiller to harm me. It's a grave sin, worthy of having his head smashed in three times over.

Of course, to make him pay for his crime, I would also have to go through a lot of trouble, and we would become sworn enemies afterwards.

Therefore, I'll end it with a warning today.

One Dragonslayer is enough of a headache.

But...

"Whether it's another misunderstanding or you just don't like me, it doesn't matter. If you try something like that again..."

I continue,

"I won't talk."

The Regional Manager flinches as I glare at him, unleashing my killing intent. Although it's not as dramatic of a reaction as in Ghostbusters, it should be enough of a warning.

"......"

I get up from the sofa without hesitation as soon as I finish my business.

The Regional Manager asks bluntly,

"You're not going to hear my answer?"

Well, would it even matter if I did?

I chuckle.

And...

Crackle!

...I grab the edge of the table between us with both hands and fold it in half with just my arm strength.

"The table is quite old too."

Today's negotiation ends here.

But if I ever come back here again...

"Then I'll be on my way. I'm hungry."

...he won't just lose a door or a table.

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Chapter 162: Exploration (1)

The day after the negotiation with the Regional Manager.

All the team members gather for a second meeting.

And after finishing the thirty-one items we couldn't conclude last time, we plan the expedition together.

"Hmm, there are a lot of things to prepare if we're going to the 5th floor."

"Can I leave that to you? I'll cover the expenses if you organize the receipts."

"Okay. I have to stop by Commelby anyway."

For reference, we also decided on a team name during this meeting.

Although I thought 'Team Bjorn' was enough...

There was one more person besides Ainar who was obsessed with a cool team name.

"Um... I thought of a name. How about 'Nark'?"

"Nark?"

"It means 'those who walk in darkness' in the ancient language. It's pretty cool, isn't it?"

Honestly, I don't know about it being cool...

But it seems like this twenty-four-year-old mage has a black flame dragon living in her right hand.

Those who walk in darkness...

"You... have a unique taste."

"...Are you making fun of me?"

Anyway, just as we're about to settle on 'Nark' because it's a hundred times better than the uncreative name 'Team Bjorn', according to Raven...

"Ah, no! I'm the one who decided on the team name!"

Ainar, who was dozing off, hurriedly joins the conversation.

"Yes? Ah, do you have a good idea?"

"Our team name will be 'Apple Pie'!"

"Apple Pie...? That dessert?"

Raven asks for the reason with a dazed expression, and Ainar answers without hesitation.

'Because it's my favorite!' or something like that.

"That's ridiculous..."

"What's ridiculous about it!!"

Raven sighs at Ainar's stubbornness and then suggests we decide by majority vote. It seems like she's certain that we won't support such a name.

However...

"I don't care, you guys decide."

...the bear-like man abstains.

And unexpectedly, Misha votes in favor.

"Hmm, I think Apple Pie is fine too... It's sweet and delicious."

"That's! Hey, Mr. Yandel, what about you? You're not seriously considering that ridiculous name, are you?"

Honestly, I'm troubled.

If I side with Raven, it will be a 2:2 tie. I want to side with Ainar and quickly end this matter, but...

As the team leader, showing favoritism would hurt the mage's feelings.

I have no choice but to offer a compromise.

"Let's just combine them and call it 'Apple Nark'."

"......"

"Ah, is 'Nark Pie' better?"

"...I'll go with the first one."

"Ainar, what about you?"

"I like that better too! It sounds good!"

And so, the official team name is decided as 'Apple Nark', and the second meeting ends.

Peaceful days follow.

Reading books at the library, meeting every morning to practice together, and so on.

Ah, the dwarf also suddenly visited us one day.

[Hahaha! It's been a while. Ainar! Miss Raven!]

It was the day we were having our third practice session as a team.

It seems like he came because he was curious after hearing about us from Misha...

We just chatted about our recent situations and parted ways.

He said he already commissioned the renovation of the blacksmith's workshop and is currently busy scouting blacksmiths?

[Oh, your wife runs a bar? I should visit sometime.]

[Yeah, come and try the honey mead. It's my wife's homemade specialty.]

Both of them love alcohol, so they seem to get along surprisingly well.

Hmm, I hope they don't become best friends later.

Anyway, time passes, and that day finally arrives.

"It's time to get ready to leave."

Today is the day the labyrinth opens.
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"Bjorn, are you ready?"

"Ah, just wait a minute."

I put on my full set of equipment after a long time and sling the backpack I packed yesterday over my shoulder.

Creak.

I open the door and see Misha and Ainar waiting.

"Did you forget anything?"

"No!!"

Ainar answers energetically at my question.

Misha, who's next to her, sighs deeply.

"He didn't. All the important things are in my backpack anyway."

"I see."

I've been thinking this a lot lately, but I'm really glad she's here.

It would have been much more tiring if I were alone.

"Uh, Bjorn, there's something in your mailbox."

"Huh?"

Just as we're about to leave, Misha points at the mailbox next to the door.

I open the mailbox, and there's a letter inside.

'The sender is... Nile Urbans?'

It's a letter from the Regional Manager.

How long has it been here?

Rip.

I open it and read through the contents.

Well, is it even right to say I read through it?

[I won't ask for the repair costs.]

It's just one sentence.

I can feel the Regional Manager's pride...

...but it's a gesture of reconciliation.

If he had wanted to fight me even a little, a fine notice or a bill would have been included.

'As expected, it was a good thing I smashed it.'

Actually, when he asked what I wanted...

...I could have demanded compensation.

But I didn't mention anything about a reward and just smashed the door like a thug.

Because I wanted to engrave it in his mind...

...that if he makes a mistake with me, there will be consequences.

And that those consequences won't be something like money.

'Then I guess I don't have to worry about this anymore...'

I told him that I didn't join forces with his daughter and that I have no intention of doing so in the future. And I also hinted that there would be trouble if he continued to be hostile towards me.

And he's still trying to pull something after being warned?

At least not until the election next year.

"What kind of letter is it?"

"Ah, it's nothing important."

I tear the letter to shreds and throw it in the trash can on the 1st floor on my way out.

And we head towards the meeting place.

The central plaza of the 7th district.

As a popular meeting place, it's crowded with explorers waiting for their companions.

"You're one minute late."

Raven smiles as soon as she sees us, arriving at the 3 o'clock direction path.

However, she doesn't seem upset about our tardiness.

No, she actually seems happy.

"Pay the fine quickly. We promised, didn't we?"

"Ah, right. The fine..."

For reference, the fine was one of the thirty-one items we discussed during the second meeting.

So, how much was it?

"1,000 stones per minute. It's 3,000 stones since there are three of you."

I readily open my wallet and pay the fine for the three of us. We wouldn't have been late if I hadn't wasted time reading that letter.

"But Raven, where's your bag?"

I realize that Raven isn't carrying anything on her back as I hand her the fine. I ask, and she gives me a strange reaction.

"Ah, that?"

Raven smiles and taps the ring on her index finger twice.

A small portal opens in the air, emitting light.

"...Subspace pocket?"

"Yes. I thought I would need it in the labyrinth. I organized all the unnecessary items and bought it with that money."

Right, so you can just buy it if you want to.

If you're her.

Clink.

Raven puts the fine into the subspace pocket and closes it.

I feel a pang of jealousy.

Is this what they call deprivation?

She always whined about not having money...

I really thought she didn't have any money...

"By the way, Avman is late."

I try to suppress my envious feelings, and the topic of conversation changes.

"That's right. He's not going to bail on us, is he?"

"I'm not worried! He probably just got lost on the way here!"

Raven laughs incredulously at Ainar's words.

"A Guide getting lost? That makes no sense."

"Hmm, it's not impossible, right? I heard it's a useless ability in the city."

"But he lives nearby."

"That's... hmm, you're right. Then why is he late?"

"Co, could it be that he has an upset stomach?!"

The three women start chattering about the bear-like man's tardiness.

I just stay silent.

I'm planning to reveal the bear-like man's terrible sense of direction once we enter the labyrinth.

Anyway, how much time has passed?

Just as the crowded plaza becomes empty and I start to worry...

...the bear-like man arrives.

"Sorry I'm late. Did you wait long?"

"Pay the fine first. You're exactly 45 minutes late."

"Ah, right... there was that..."

The bear-like man loses a whopping 45,000 stones in fines before even entering the labyrinth.

"But why are you late?"

"It's my first time coming here at night. The atmosphere feels unfamiliar."

"Yes? What do you mean—"

"Enough, let's go. We'll be late."

I quickly interrupt the conversation.

And after casting the Bonding spell, I lead the party towards the Dimensional Plaza.

It's already past midnight when we arrive, and the portal is slowly shrinking.

If we wait a bit longer, it will be time for the experience point duplication bug, but...

'I'll think about whether to tell them or not after this expedition.'

We step into the portal.
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「Entered 1st Floor Crystal Cave.」
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The Crystal Cave, a sight that has become all too familiar.

As soon as I open my eyes, Ainar's shout echoes through the cave and assaults my eardrums.

"Behel—laaaaaaaaaa!!"

"Kyaak! I, I was startled!"

Ainar answers Raven's question of why she suddenly shouted,

"I just felt like it!"

Damn right, I know that feeling.

I nod in understanding.

It's been a whopping six months since she last entered the labyrinth.

As a natural-born barbarian, Ainar's feelings must be different.

"So, we really have one more barbarian now..."

Misha sighs deeply as she looks back and forth between Ainar and me, while the bear-like man just shrugs.

"It's better than being quiet."

Having spent a long time soloing, it seems like he doesn't dislike this kind of noisy atmosphere.

Anyway, enough chit-chat.

"Avman, which way is closest?"

The bear-like man points to one direction at my question.

I check the compass, and it's south.

In other words, our starting point this time is the ghoul district.

'We're on the opposite side again.'

"We're going to the Goblin Forest, so this way. I'll take the lead."

The bear-like man puts away the compass and takes the lead.

Although I thought it would be better for me to navigate after he tells us the direction...

'Well, I need to see how bad it is.'

I need to know how bad his sense of direction is to make a judgment.

Whether it can be corrected with effort.

If it can't be helped, I'm planning to use the bear-like man as a compass and navigate myself.

I've learned a lot from watching Rotmiller.

"Liate."

Anyway, we head north from the south, and naturally, we pass through the very center of the 1st floor.

The dark zone where all four types of monsters appear.

Raven illuminates the surroundings with her light orb spell, without even needing to take out a torch.

Whoosh!

A pure white light that illuminates the surroundings, unlike the gloomy red light of torches.

It's as comfortable as being in the city.

But could it be that she's worried about something?

"Even though it's the 1st floor, shouldn't you conserve your mana?"

"This much is fine. It recharges faster."

"Ah, uh... I, I see?"

"Yes. And don't worry. This doesn't hinder me from using other magic."

"......"

Misha keeps her mouth shut.

It seems like she finally realized the power of real mages, something Dwarkey lamented about countless times.

"It's interesting that it recharges faster. Even the mage I used to be with wasn't like that."

Raven's nose twitches as the bear-like man mutters.

"Ahem, it's a bit embarrassing to say this myself, but I'm quite confident in my mana. You probably won't find anyone better at my level."

"Hoo, really? You're quite the mage, huh?"

"You flatter me. You're a 5th-grade explorer and a Guide, Mr. Urikfrit."

That's when, as they're praising each other...

...we reach a cavern about 30 meters in diameter.

"Uh, this is that rift from before...!"

"Ainar."

"......"

Ainar quickly covers her mouth with her hand as I call her name.

Although it's an action that makes her seem even more suspicious, fortunately, everyone's attention is focused on the monument in the center of the cavern.

"I've only heard about it, this is my first time seeing it in person."

Raven approaches the monument, feeling intellectual curiosity as expected of a mage.

And Misha, as a 5th-year explorer, also has some knowledge.

"This is that, right? The one the Immortal King built to commemorate the Archmage who first discovered the labyrinth."

"Yes. That's what's generally known."

"Generally?"

"There's a hypothesis circulating in academia these days that he didn't discover the labyrinth, but created it. Ah, in short... the hypothesis is that the Archmage didn't just observe the coordinates of another dimension and build a portal, but created this labyrinth dimension itself."

Raven's explanation is long, as expected of her information-overload personality.

Ainar isn't even listening, and Misha just nods as if she's heard of it.

However, I'm interested.

"What's the basis for the mages' theory?"

"It's this monument."

"Monument?"

As soon as I interject, Raven continues her explanation.

"The labyrinth has homeostasis. Even if the terrain is destroyed, it's back to normal when the portal opens next time. So there's a speculation that dimensional travel involves not just spatial coordinates, but also temporal coordinates..."

"Ugh, my head..."

Ainar groans in pain as she hears difficult words one after another.

Raven pouts and summarizes briefly.

"This monument is proof that space-time magic was at least several times more advanced in the era when the labyrinth was first discovered than it is now. Space creation, which is impossible now, might have been possible back then."

Although even the summarized version is long...

"I see."

...I roughly understand.

To summarize, mages thousands of years ago were proficient in dimensional magic.

'I should look into the Archmage too.'

Maybe there's a way to return to Earth besides the 'Gate of the Abyss'.

"So, are we done talking?"

"Ah, right. Let's go."

The bear-like man, who was standing far away, seemingly uninterested in this topic, urges us to move on, and the expedition resumes.

And...

"Uh, the monument!"

...we return to our original location after about 15 minutes.

Even I, who was observing the process closely, can't understand how this man is navigating.

"What happened, Mr. Urikfrit?"

I immediately abandon my plan to train the bear-like man as a scout.

"Ah, it was a mistake. I thought it would be faster if we went that way..."

This isn't something that can be resolved with that kind of excuse.

Trial

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