Genius Corpse-Collecting Warrior - Chapter 6

Low-Distance Hunter (4)

Sienna slowly opened her pocket. She took out a bundle wrapped in a piece of cloth.

When I unfolded the piece of cloth, I found a rusty ring and several coins.

She asked with a bitter face.

“How can I interpret this being given to me?”

“I came to this city for the first time yesterday. I have no connections or anything. “The only meaningful thing I can do with that item is sell it to a stolen goods dealer for a little extra money.”

Dallen scratched his chin with an indifferent expression.

“But maybe they can give it to the people who deserve it. Victims’ families. If not, their friends.”

Dallen pushed the silver coins back on the table.

“I’ll pay this as a fee for the trouble.”

Sienna’s hand twitched. She carefully packed her pockets and placed them under the bar table.

And he spoke in a firm voice.

“I am not an information merchant who siphons off commission fees using various excuses. I’ve already paid my share of the fees. That’s your money. “Take it back.”

“If you say so.”

Dallen didn’t hesitate and took the silver coins. It is foolish to refuse something even if it is offered to you.

Dallen left the bar with an even bigger bag of money in his arms.

He said before closing the door.

“Come again tomorrow.”

“I’ve said this several times, but please come during business hours.”

“I would consider it if you offered me alcohol instead of tea.”

Sienna looked dumbfounded.

***

Rumble.

The door was closed. Silence fell over the bar.

The only sound was the sound of Bourbon, who had just returned, wiping the blood-stained table.

Sienna opened her mouth.

“Was it serious?”

No answer came back. Sienna continued as if it was no big deal.

“Rejecting compensation. “This is behavior that is absolutely unbecoming of a mercenary.”

Of course, someone who is intoxicated with a sense of justice may do so. However, Sienna felt that Dallen was not a person swayed by a shallow sense of justice.

You can’t wear a silver medal with that kind of mentality in the first place. This world is harsh, especially for wanderers like mercenaries.

‘…It’s a harsh world.’

If you are powerless, you will be eaten.

Even if your will is not strong, you will fall.

The bottom of this world that fell like that was terribly ugly.

People with fire in their eyes to prey on the weak. Organizations that use the façade of high-ranking people as a shield to trample people to the point of being worse than animals.

Sienna spent her childhood at the bottom.

For once, she too had hope. The hope that someone would help him.

But no one helped her.

No one.

Rattling.

Sienna was awakened from her thoughts by the sound of a glass being wiped.

“okay. Who cares? “Whether it’s sincere or not.”

She shook her head. Her eyes, which had been blurry for a moment, became cool again.

It was the gaze of an intelligence officer who had climbed up from the bottom of the Bronze District and solidified his position over the past 10 years.

“He’s a talented mercenary. There is nothing wrong with working together. “You can only find out if you can really trust it by watching further.”

Calm down your fluctuating emotions with reason. Dallen had touched her in a soft spot, but it was obviously accidental.

Because it was a method that could never have been intended without penetrating her past.

“It’s almost time for the guests to arrive. “Is this the new brand of bourbon you just brought in?”

“…….”

“Sounds good. “Let’s pass a drink to the regulars later.”

Sienna started helping Bourbon clean the glass.

There isn’t much left until business starts.

***

Tweet-

I could hear birds chirping outside the window. The dawn sunlight was faintly shining through the curtains.

It was early morning.

Swish swish.

Dallen was sitting at the table, writing something on a piece of paper. There were already several piles of such paper on the floor.

Sword and Shield Inn. Room 412.

It’s already been a week since Dallen stayed here.

Over the past week, he has written down on paper all the game information he remembers.

The reason I suddenly started doing that was because of what I experienced during my first request.

‘The entity that should have been a disaster was dealt with early and even the body that was killed by the entity was recovered.’

This incident clearly made Dallen feel it.

The fact that the aspect of the game itself has completely changed with just one glitch.

The strategy he has played so far is to slowly level up and prepare for the apocalypse step by step.

In some ways, it was a stable but at the same time passive strategy.

However, now that Dallan has purchased additional abilities and successor options, he can move more aggressively than anyone else.

The previous strategy was nothing short of inefficient garbage.

‘First, we need to retrieve as many bodies as possible.’

So far, Dallon has recovered only two bodies.

However, with just those two, Dallon achieved the effect of leveling up several times.

Considering that over the past two years as a mercenary, he has only raised three levels at most, it is not a waste to say that Dallon’s growth rate over the past week has been explosive.

‘It’s impossible to know exactly where all the bodies are.’

Dallen has been holding on to this game for a whopping 5 years.

The number of characters who have died so far is in the hundreds.

Since it was an open world game with an enormous degree of freedom, hundreds of corpses were scattered all over the continent.

‘Nevertheless, we were able to determine the approximate location.’

It would have been impossible for him on Earth. However, after taking on the body of this world, Dallon’s intelligence level reached a superhuman level.

An intelligence level of 18 was enough to vividly bring out memories that had already been buried in the unconscious years ago.

‘And another thing to think about… destruction scenarios.’

Dallen took out one of the bundles of paper lying on the floor. There were written hundreds of factors that could destroy this world.

Slave rebellion A group of witches burning down villages Cultists lurking in the city A vampire count invading the empire for the first time in 400 years…

“Fuck.”

It’s a world so messed up that I couldn’t help but curse when I wrote it down. To the point where I wonder if the production company that designed a world like this must have gone crazy.

Even if you are lucky enough to overcome all of these things, eventually a crack opens and the army of evil spirits invades directly from the ends of the earth.

‘…Let’s not think about evil spirits now.’

Dallen shook his head.

It is a disaster that even games cannot overcome. There was nothing that could be done right away.

Dallen flipped through the stack of papers. Rather than worrying about distant destruction, I had to find something I could do now.

The page I was turning stopped at some point.

‘These guys would be perfect.’

Dallen smiled.

A group of cultists operating in secret in the labyrinth city of Falcion. Devil worshipers wearing big mouth masks.

It looks like they are still growing in strength beneath the surface, but their potential cannot be ignored.

Because the monster that Dallan killed in his first request was their work.

And Dallen had no intention of letting them grow in power any longer.

‘If you cut off the limbs one by one, the torso will be exposed.’

thud.

He put down a large pile of paper on the floor, put on his training clothes, and tied his long hair with a string.

The wind blowing through the curtains was much warmer than before.

It was time to move my body.

***

The body, overflowing with high abilities, required vigorous movement every day.

Dallen, who had breakfast with bread, sausages and a glass of beer on the first floor, headed straight to the training room set up at the back of the inn.

He began to warm up in the exercise room where scarecrows were set up everywhere.

Huh-. Paang!

The sound of strong wind follows wherever the limbs pass.

Kwasik! thud!

The scarecrow, made of tanned leather on top of hard wood, sways as if it will break.

The new training clothes I had bought a few days ago were already tattered at the edges due to the movements containing destructive power that cannot be understood by ordinary people.

“Whoa.”

After relaxing for a while, Dallon slowly calmed his breathing and opened the status window.

――――――――

Name: Dallon

Level: 5

[Strength: 23] [Skill: 13] [Stamina: 12]

[Sense: 15] [Intelligence: 18] [Magic Power: 8]

Skill: Dehaman’s Armor Fighting (D) Night Vision (E)

――――――――

Dallen hadn’t just been cooped up in his room for the past week.

In the morning, I trained at the training hall, and in the afternoon, I caught a bounty criminal at the request of Sienna.

Through training and actual combat, Dehaman’s armor fighting skill level was close to 50%.

By completing the request, my level went up by one level in a few months. Dallen’s skill level, which was relatively lacking, was increased by 1.

This increased skill was a great help in being able to skillfully handle armored fighting.

No matter how much you understand martial arts in the first place, your body must follow suit for it to be effective.

‘It’s clear that skill level is increasing slowly these days.’

Nevertheless, as time passed, the growth of armor fighting skills slowed down. A few days ago, it was stuck at 49%.

‘It looks like you need some other stimulation.’

The training that started early in the morning ended after noon. After eating lunch, Dallen washed up, put on his armor, and left the inn.

The place he headed was Blacksmith Street.

Kang – Kang –

A street filled with the sound of hammering that never ceases from morning to night. Dallen walked around the stores and slowly looked at the goods.

The current outdated weapons and armor were likely to cause problems in the near future.

It felt more comfortable to familiarize myself with the items in advance rather than rushing to buy anything at the time.

After saying hello to the blacksmiths he had met over the past week, Dallon started again.

The sun was slowly starting to set when he entered the back alley.

There were no guests in Siena’s crow’s nest. Because there was some time left until business hours.

Dallen didn’t really care. Even though there were no customers, there was a bartender to pour drinks.

“A glass of Melonde Highlander.”

Rattling. Rattling.

The bartender, called Bourbon, silently poured drinks for Dallan’s order. At the same time, the bell next to the table rang once.

A clear, tinkling sound echoed throughout the store.

A glass filled with ice, which is hard to find on Bronze Street. Dallen swallowed the brown contents inside in one gulp.

Sienna, who entered the store through the back door, looked at it and sighed.

“I can’t believe you drink that strong stuff and still feel fine. “Are you a person?”

“It’s not like you broke the bottle.”

Dallen wiped his mouth with his sleeve and answered. Even before I fell into this world, I drank a lot and liked it.

In addition, this body’s physical strength was closer to extraordinary than ordinary, so drinking one drink was no problem at all.

“How long are you going to ignore me telling you not to come before business hours?”

“If there’s a bartender and there are customers, it’s business hours.”

“At least as long as I keep my mouth open.”

“It seems like a compliment to a barbarian. “Thank you.”

Sienna waved her hands as if she had given up. Dallen laughed lowly as he looked at that. He said.

“so. “Who can I catch and beat up today?”

Sienna shook her head.

“Come in first. “Because I have something to talk about.”

“story?”

Sienna smiled mischievously.

“I received a nomination request from a hunter in the low range.”