Black-Haired Alien From Another World

Chapter 34

Black-Haired Alien From Another World

I went to another world, but there are no cheats or anything. E-class adventurer Katt Kim’s survival story in another world

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Chapter 34 – Dungeons

“Well, now it looks a bit like an inspection.”
“Really?”

A month goes by soon, Shiva.

A month had already passed without me noticing it. Just by listening to the muscles attached to my body and the sound of the sword strike, I could tell that the me from a month ago and the me now are remarkably different. It’s level up It can be said that it was the moment when I changed my first job from an adventurer to a swordsman.

“Yeah… To put it like a new mercenary who’s slowly getting a feel for it?”
“The example doesn’t touch me a little.”
“In the midst of getting used to blood and murder…”
“Please explain without using the word murder. No, let’s not use the word violent.”

Apparently, Karin’s expressions of violence were largely influenced by her life as a mercenary. Mercenaries who go to war professionally are monstrous bastards who are truly masters of murder and violence. They were real psychopaths who went to the battlefield and killed people only for money.

Personally, these guys scare me the most. Those bastards were cold-blooded murderous weapons that transcended good and evil. They are literally murderers who do not value human life so much that they are ready to kill at any time if necessary.

If there was a guy in the bar who looked like a mercenary, it would be better for him to just leave. As expected of those who kill people, there is a high probability that their personalities are in the same class. If you get into a fight, you can’t even pick a bone.

“I can’t. You’ll be a capable serial killer someday. Being a mercenary wouldn’t hurt either.”
“Why do you keep cursing your student? I’m not happy at all, it just gives me goosebumps. And you keep trying to make me a murderer, but I hate killing that person. I think being a mercenary is really bad.”

When I killed people, every one of them was for a good reason. I’ve never had a hobby or fun. And they don’t kill people for gain. It means that I don’t want to touch someone’s nape unless it’s a situation where I can’t help it, I have to, or I’ll die if I don’t. Everything I’ve ever killed was for a good reason.

I am good and moral Lastly, they are modern people with common sense and normal sensibility.

But despite my heart, Karin still smiled and said.

“Isn’t it a curse? Is it a compliment? And you said you killed a bandit and took the armor?”

That smile was so beautiful that a crazy thought came to my mind at the moment, ‘Oh, that’s a real compliment, hehe’, but I quickly erased it. Violence itself in appearance. Humans were creatures that had persuasive power just because they looked like them.

“There’s probably no one other than the guild leader to consider that a compliment… Of course, capturing this armor was force majeure.”
“Such a meticulous bastard. The guy talks a lot. Doesn’t the guild leader sound like a horse? Just think so!”
“Ah, yes.”

After saying that, Karin took her something out of her pocket and showed it to me.

“Come on, put on this.”
“What is this?”
“The proof of being a member of our guild.”

What Karin held out was a round black piercing that seemed to have no special features. Come to think of it, she, Karin, and the men she trained with were all wearing something like this. She wondered what kind of fashion it was, but she didn’t know that it was a sign of guild membership.

“Come here, I’ll insert it myself.”

Karin came to me holding the piercing. For a moment I was seized with fear. Are you piercing your ears? Without the proper tools and treatment, you might become infected!

“No no! If you get your ears pierced the wrong way, you’ll get an infection or something!”
“I didn’t think I did it once or twice.”
“Wait!”
“Oops.”

I resisted, but was quickly subdued. Because the difference in strength and skill was dozens of times greater, there was no effective antagonism other than screaming.

“Gaaaaa!!!”
“Okay, it’s over.”

Contrary to my strong screams, the procedure was over in an instant.

“It’s done. It’s fucking awful, really. Don’t just scream in real combat. The moment you show your fear, you’ll die.”
“Uh, uh? Is it over already?”

When I touched my ear, I felt a pierce. There was no pain at all, and it was clean, as if not even blood was flowing. The black piercings were perfectly bound to my ears.

“It’s simple if you apply a sword aura.”
“Yes? How are you?”

Now that you’re mentioning Pierce, are you saying you used a sword aura? I decided to just acknowledge and accept the situation that transcended recognition. With the power of the Sword Aura that splits rocks and cuts steel, it could easily stab a pierce. I’m here to pierce your ears.

“… There are quite a few people from our guild in this city, so if you’re in danger like last time, call them. Just in case. The kids around you might come.”

It was the only swordsman guild in the area, and above all, the guild leader was a deadly beauty, so there were quite a few members. If there was a culture of helping guild members in times of crisis, there would be no such thing as being bullied. Mutuga these sspalums. You guys are all dead.

“Thanks for the advice.”

Still, it seems that they think that they have taught for a month.

“And you absolutely lack equipment. You’ve learned swordsmanship, so now if you can earn some money, buy some equipment. Gaiters and gauntlets are essential. And have pauldrons, a helmet, and preferably a shield. A good swordsman is when you have good equipment. It is a word that is fulfilled.”

Karin grabbed my shoulder. Indeed, it is true. In a battle of similar skills, the one with better equipment wins. Even if your skills are a bit higher than mine, if your equipment level is better than mine, I can do enough. This is because ordinary people’s muscular strength can never exceed the defense power of an iron plate.

The Prosecutor’s Guild Paraldog is a realistic gangster group that only teaches practical things like this. My achievement was quick, probably because it was in line with my idea of ​​throwing stones first before fighting.

“I’ve always said that a man without weapons cannot overcome a man with weapons, a man without learning cannot overcome a man with learning, one cannot overcome two, and a man without armor cannot overcome a man with armor.”
“You are right.”
“And when we fight—”
“—-No matter what you say, as long as you win, that’s it. You mean this?”
“Yes, I know. That’s enough to reassure me.”

I felt regret. I wanted to learn a little more, but I don’t have the money right now. If you earn money, come again.

“I’ll let you use the parade ground as much as you want, so come whenever you have time.”
“It is.”
“Of course, you have to pay for that extra training, though.”
“I’ll learn it when I earn money.”

I said goodbye to the guild leader I was so familiar with.

“Then let’s go today. Good job, guild leader.”
“Yes, yes. Goodbye.”

Having received black piercings as a proof of guild membership, I left the guild like that. There was an overflow of force that could not be explained in words in my stride.

Now, what kind of swollen bastard is going to flirt with me.

I have been trained in swordsmanship for a month by Karin, a former member of the Knights of the Kingdom. In other words, back alley bully bastards have become capable enough to pierce a hole in the head with just a knife.

Well, in reality, I probably wouldn’t have gotten stronger by leaps and bounds, but at least I was confident that I would never lose against an opponent of the same level. That was important. I’m not going to beat guys with a little more experience or experience than me. In reality, my skills would be similar to or slightly higher than that of a D-class adventurer. It won’t even get to level C.

Anyway, I stopped patrol part-time with underground water. Now that I have a lot of time, I thought I could go to the Adventurer’s Guild and complete the proper quest. So after a while, I entered the adventurer’s guild.

“Is there any quest?”

The guild seemed empty since it was lunch time. The most crowded time for the Adventurer’s Guild is early morning and late evening. It was crowded at rush hour, so it was leisurely at lunch time.

When I looked around, some of them were drinking beer in broad daylight, and others were huddled in front of a bulletin board. Overall, they seemed like unemployed adventurers with nothing to do. Or looking for a party. And is that bastard playing guitar over there a minstrel?

First of all, I was curious about the reason why people gathered in front of the bulletin board, so I decided to go and take a look. The kids were all dwarfs shorter than me, so the contents of the bulletin board caught my eye at a glance.

[Recruitment of dungeon exploration party members]
[Looking for an E-class adventurer party]
[Recruiting people to investigate new dungeons]
[Recruit 5 Cooper per Dungeon Porter]

What? Dungeon exploration?

…Come to think of it, I think I’ve heard something like that before escorting the corps. A dungeon was discovered recently, and people are flocking there. I guess it’s an announcement about them.

Looking closely at the contents, it seemed that several people were making their own parties and heading to the dungeon. Since dungeons tend to be money, adventurers blinded by money often entered them as if they were looking for their own graves.

Didn’t I almost get lost in a kobold’s den when I was in F-class? In fact, a few people died at that time, but I was alive anyway, so as a lesson from that time, I would freak out and leave the dungeon just by looking at the dungeon.

“Hmm…”

No, by the way
I also learned some swordsmanship…

“Oh, wait.”

I broke through the crowd and approached the bulletin board. Indeed, the names of adventurers who applied for dungeon exploration were written on the publicity paper. It doesn’t seem to mean much, but I think we can gather the right people and request a party.

I read the name all the time, wondering if there was a name I knew.

“What? Copson? Same person?”

However, among the names written there was also the name Copson.

Same name? Is Copson a common name? Since the original body was wandering around, he might have come to Isvan after hearing the news of the dungeon’s appearance. If the Copson I know is right, I’ll make a suggestion…

“Huh? What is it? Isn’t it cut?”

After standing in front of the bulletin board for such a long time, I heard the voice of a woman who seemed to have heard it somewhere. There aren’t that many women I know, so I wonder who she is, and then I turn her face away.

“No, are you Meria?”

The person shown was Meria with long straight brown hair and impressive blue eyes, wearing a shield and sword. She was definitely a friend she had a good relationship with when she went to subdue goblins a month ago. Maybe she asked me to let go of her words because she is friendly, but considering that she recognized me first, I think she will.

“Well, it’s been almost a month.”
“That’s about it. How have you been?”
“It’s the same. But were you looking at the bulletin board?”
“Ah… I heard they’re recruiting for a dungeon party member.”

Is it leisurely to see them hanging around in the guild at this time? She was definitely a guy who would be okay with a party again, given the violence she showed during the goblin hunt.

“Are you thinking of going to the dungeon?”
“It’s nothing.”
“Really? You mean?”

Meria nodded her head. Would she ask him to go out with her? Still, it would be better than having a party with other adventurers who had never met her since she had only worked together once. The fact that she had a shield was also a plus.

“Just because I’m interested in dungeons too.”

Just when I was thinking about that, Meria smiled and said.

“How about it? Do you want to go together?”

Meria suggested that.

Black-Haired Alien From Another World

I went to another world, but there are no cheats or anything. E-class adventurer Katt Kim’s survival story in another world

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