Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 3

Low-Range Hunter (1)

“If the guards find out that a mercenary with a sword and shield has murdered a city resident at an inn, the guards will stay still… Ugh!”

Parallack – boom!

The hatchet flew past the innkeeper and became lodged in the wall. Dallen scratched the back of his neck.

“Oh, I’m sorry. “I thought it was a wizard casting a spell because he suddenly screamed.”

“Ugh…”

The innkeeper stumbled, holding on to the counter as if his legs were shaking. The shock must have been so severe that drool was flowing from his mouth.

Clink!

Dallen roughly threw away the dagger he was holding and looked into his palm.

The flesh was a little torn, but the muscles were barely damaged. This was thanks to skill correction and a strength coefficient of 23.

Dallen took out a bundle of bandages from his bag and expertly wrapped them around his hand. He neatly organized the rest into his bag and approached the trembling innkeeper.

“So what did you want to say?”

“Uh, uh, that’s….”

Why can’t I say it? You were clinking like that just a moment ago?

In fact, the innkeeper probably had no intention of calling the guards. How could he possibly be friendly with the guards while running a back alley inn like this?

Rather, they would be in a position to avoid being caught out in drug dealing or illegal prostitution.

“I think they were talking about reporting something. “Did you really mean to report it or was it just a threat?”

simplicity and honesty!

Dallon said as he pulled the ax from the wall.

Add in the splattered blood on his armor, his splattered body, his expressionless and emotionless face, and the ax in his hand, Dallen seemed like a monster to the innkeeper.

“Hey!”

The innkeeper’s legs gave out and he collapsed to the floor. Dallen stood crookedly and looked down at him.

“I think it was just a threat. “If you don’t want to go to jail as a murderer, you are threatened to pay money to silence them.”

Dallen hung the hatchet on his belt, took something out of his pocket, and threw it at the innkeeper.

The inn owner’s face, which was already pale, turned even whiter when he saw this.

“Ugh, Eunpae!”

It was Dallon’s mercenary group.

Even though there are cities where millions of people live together, the social order in this land is at best at the medieval level.

An era where proving one’s identity is directly related to authority. A class-based society in which people are clearly divided between upper and lower ranks.

And in this world, if you are a silver-plated mercenary, you are at least middle class.

An identity that does not fit into the back alleys of the Bronze District, where lower-class people of uncertain identity live.

Seeing that he came to an inn in a back alley, the inn owner, who at best guessed that he was a Dongpa mercenary, later regretted his actions.

“If you had eyes, you would have seen it clearly. I was unarmed and it was that hoodlum who attacked me first. But instead of protecting me, the innkeeper, you, the innkeeper, took the side of those thugs and scolded me.”

“I didn’t know, mercenary, you’ll get better! “I really, really didn’t know!”

“It seems to me that the owner of this store is part of the same family as those thugs.”

Dallen stroked his dark-bearded chin.

“What will the guards do if they find out about this? “It makes me want to go right away and file a formal complaint about this.”

“Please have mercy…”

The innkeeper grabbed Dallan’s collar with an earnest hand. Dallen quietly shook off the hand. He smiled.

“Of course, if you’re lucky enough to pick up an unclaimed money bag on the street, you might feel better enough to forget about today.”

The innkeeper’s face became pale when Dallen gently held out his palm.

Now, who’s turn is going to get ripped off?

***

“You have to make threats while observing the other person.”

Even though I’ve never seen the ending, Dallen was the main character in this game.

This is not the first time I have received such threats in the back alleys of the lawless area of Bronze District.

It was only the first few times that I was surprised by the fact that NPCs made outright threats.

After that, he would pressure the other party and extort money from him.

‘But he’s the inn owner. ‘I earned a lot of money.’

The money bag I received from the merchant owner has now more than doubled in size.

Of course, not all of them were silver coins, and there were some copper coins mixed in, but what can you say? In any case, it was a good feeling to have the money bag in my chest become heavier.

In addition, I had stolen everything of value from the gangsters’ belongings, so I hoped that if I could sell them, I would get about ten silver coins.

Dallen, who gained abilities and skills and earned unexpected profits, arrived at an inn near the mercenary guild, humming a song.

「Sword and Shield」

Dallon entered the neat 5-story stone building.

“How many days would you like to stay?”

“Just one week. “He’s a silver-plated mercenary.”

“Since you have a silver plaque, breakfast and lunch are free, and dinner is a separate purchase. The total price is seven shillings.”

The Sword and Shield Inn was quite expensive because it had an agreement with the guild. Even though I received a discount as a silver mercenary, it only cost one silver coin for a one-night stay and two meals.

Dallen let out a small sigh as he felt his purse become lighter again.

‘It’s worth the money.’

The Bronze Zone is a dangerous place. This was especially true for outsiders who had just arrived in this city.

If you go into any inn, you might get stabbed in the back by gangsters in collusion with the inn while you sleep.

The place to rest had to be a place where safety was guaranteed. No matter how expensive it is.

The employee who received the silver coins, weighed them, and handed over the keys with a businesslike smile.

“This is room 412. “Go up to the 4th floor and it’s in the hallway on the left.”

As soon as Dallen received the key, he headed to his room.

When he entered the room, he immediately unpacked all his luggage. I took off my armor, put it away, and placed my weapon by the bedside.

Feeling relaxed and rested for the first time in a few weeks? When camping or sleeping in a shabby inn in the countryside, you had to wear armor to sleep.

Because you never know when a thief’s arrow or a goblin’s sling might fly.

It rattled.

When I open the window, a cool breeze comes in. The night air of winter was cool and dry.

“Whoa.”

Dallen sat down on the bed and thought about his future plans.

In fact, the journey so far has been nothing more than a tutorial. The main part of the game begins after arriving in the labyrinth city of Falcion.

From now on, it’s real. This world is getting closer to destruction every moment.

They had to explore the labyrinth to obtain the wish stone while simultaneously preventing the world from being destroyed.

The terrible difficulty that was only encountered through the monitor has now become a reality. For no reason, I felt like I was getting a pain in the back of my head.

‘No matter what, survival is the number one priority.’

It’s a labyrinth and destruction, and if you don’t survive, it’s all useless.

To survive in a world heading toward destruction, you must become strong, and to become strong you need money and experience.

Of all these, money was more urgent right now.

The current sword and ax were old and the armor was crude. Even if it wasn’t a powerful relic, there had to be at least a decent suit of armor.

With just a handful of silver coins in hand, let alone armor, you would not be able to live in a proper inn for less than a month before being kicked out.

‘Besides, it costs more money to even see the entrance to the labyrinth.’

Unlike the bronze area where you can enter after passing a simple inspection, the guards in the sterling silver area where the entrance to the labyrinth is located do not accept anyone.

In order to pass through the gates of the Pure Silver district, one had to pay a considerable amount of money in taxes. And that too in gold coin units, not silver coins.

‘And even if you have money, it would be crazy to go into the labyrinth right away.’

The labyrinth is a dangerous place. If you hastily step into the labyrinth, only a meaningless death awaits you.

Even a silver-plated mercenary or a gold-plated mercenary can quickly become food for monsters. Because that is the labyrinth.

This was no longer the polygon world beyond the monitor. Every fight is a gamble with your life.

The odds of winning had to be maximized, and no matter how thorough the preparation was, it was not enough.

‘I guess I should make the most of the successor option.’

A D-level skill was obtained with just one corpse.

Additionally, the abilities gained as a bonus are values that would normally require leveling up twice.

Over the course of hundreds of playthroughs, the corpses of characters left behind by Dallen were scattered all over the continent.

If all of them are recovered, Dallen’s power will grow in a completely different trajectory from his previous play.

‘It is not impossible to stop the apocalypse and reach the end of the labyrinth.’

With this, the goal was set.

First is money.

Second is the corpse.

‘To solve both at the same time, I’ll have to get a special request.’

It was obvious that it was mainly a request from the mercenary guild.

In rural villages, it would be extermination of wild beasts and goblins, and in cities, it would be guarding the top or protecting important people.

What Dallen needed was a request that not only allowed him to retrieve the body, but also had a high reward.

‘I guess I’ll have to go to the back alley again.’

And Dallen knew where to go to get such a request.

***

The next day, Dallon slowly ate lunch and left the inn.

The time when the sun rose in the sky. The main street in front of the inn was crowded with passers-by, carts and carriages passing by.

Dallen felt a strange sense of nostalgia as he watched the crowds of people crowding the wide streets.

The scenery of the megacity was similar to the city of my hometown. Because everyone is busy with their own work and don’t have time to look around.

Dallen left the crowded main street behind and entered the alley. Even the back alleys of the Bronze District were not as dangerous during the day as they were at night.

Of course, if you go too deep, it might be a different story, but at least it wasn’t something to worry about right now.

Pass the sign that says “Methopone Orchard” and turn right at the well where there are people with dirty looks lined up.

I passed the rare five-story building in the back alley, turned left, and crossed the short stone bridge over Silgaecheon.

The Bronze District is the district that occupies the largest area in the city. The back alley was infinitely complicated, but Dallon’s steps were unhindered.

I don’t know about other places, but I was able to find this place that I had visited hundreds and thousands of times in the game even without a map.

Although the size of the city became much larger as the game became a reality, it was not a problem as long as you moved around major landmarks.

After walking around the alley for about 30 minutes, Dallon finally arrived in front of a small bar.

[Crow’s Nest]

[Business hours: 6 PM – 4 AM]

This was the residence of his favorite information merchant and broker who asked for requests from the back world.

Jingling –

the door wasn’t locked. Dallen slowly walked into the bar.

Neatly organized tables and chairs. Further inside, there was a bar table and a cupboard filled with liquor bottles.

The lighting on the ceiling was made of magic stones and gave off a soft glow even without fire.

It was an atmosphere that did not fit in the back alleys of the Bronze District.

“Is there anyone?”

No answer came back. Perhaps because it was before business hours, there were no customers, owner, or bartender in the bar.

Dallen slowly walked around the bar table and approached the back door in the corner. My senses, which were a bit more sensitive than usual, detected signs of presence behind the door.

Someone was waiting silently behind the door. Have you become such an uninvited guest?

Dallen knocked on the door seven times before the misunderstanding deepened.

Knock. Knock knock. Knock. smart.

Phew. A small sigh can be heard from beyond the door.

Immediately, the sound of the lock being unlocked was heard, and the door opened with a squeak.

“How many times do I have to say this? “Don’t come outside of business hours unless it’s really urgent…”

The woman with black hair and black eyes stopped talking when she saw Dallen standing in front of the door.

“…This is your first time seeing this face, right?”